Nightfall Chapter 55: Master Qishan
Volume 3 Eventful Autumn Chapter 55 Qishan Master
There are many elders in Lanke Temple, some in charge of commandments, and some preside over the temple. When Long Qing was arguing and shining here, he was appreciated by one of them. However, the real elder in this ancient temple, or If you don’t add any prefix to describe, you can let the listener know whose elder is talking about, there will always be only one person. --Net.
The elder of Qishan is the highest person in the Xuankong Temple or even the whole world of spiritual practice. He is taller than Qu Ni Madi, and even half a generation taller than the head teacher of Xiling. Except for the special place of the academy, the world The vast majority of people have to practice discipleship in front of him.
No one knows how long this Buddhist great virtue is now. From the famous conversation between him and the head teacher of Xiling Temple, someone inferred that he was over a hundred years old. Interestingly speaking, the breaking of the topic of that famous conversation was the elder Qishan and the head teacher guessing the age of the Master.
There are rumors in the spiritual world that the elder Qishan was the illegitimate son of the predecessor of the Xuankong Temple a hundred years ago. Of course, no one dared to ask him for verification, and no one even dared to mention it, so the rumors will always be rumors.
But the real reason why Elder Qishan can be respected by the entire spiritual world is not just because of his seniority or awesome life experience, but because of his noble virtue.
Decades ago, there was a terrible flood in the southern part of the mainland. The river roared and overflowed, the turbid waves flooded countless fertile fields, the river banks of various countries were destroyed one after another, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
Master Qishan, who was still the abbot of Lanke Temple at the time, led the monks in the monastery to carry dozens of vehicles with food and medicine accumulated over the years, and went out of Washan for disaster relief. He used porridge and powder medicine along the way to rescue countless victims. Master Qishan She became ill from overwork, and contracted corpse poison while handling the victims' remains, and was almost sick.
The Daze, which has accumulated countless rivers, was gradually unable to support it, especially the **** in the direction of Kangzhou in the southern Jin Dynasty. It was at stake, and one night there was a precursor to the breach of the dyke.
Master Qishan was in Kangzhou at the time. Seeing this situation, he took off his monk’s clothes and plunged into the lake. With an unimaginable level of cultivation and willpower, he stopped in front of the long embankment that was about to collapse. Persisted all night.
In the early morning of the second day, the rune masters of the Southern Jin Jiange and Xiling Temple arrived in Kangzhou. The situation slowed down. Master Qishan finally walked out of the muddy waves and was unconscious as soon as he landed.
The most important thing about the floods of that year was that night, the long night in which Master Qishan took the place of the embankment. After the Long Causeway, Kangzhou and the most important Wanqing Liangtian in the Southern Jin Dynasty were extremely fortunate to be preserved, which means that the entire Southern Jin Dynasty and even half of the mainland were preserved.
After this night, Master Qishan shook the world. Whether it was his willpower displayed at that time or his powerful cultivation level, everyone was amazed and admired.
However, he also paid a very heavy price for this. The amazing skills he had acquired for decades in Lanke Temple was exhausted and suffered extremely serious damage, even if he recovered from his illness. It is never possible to return to the state of its peak in spiritual practice.
In the legend of the spiritual world, Master Qishan should be the great practitioner who was recognized as the most promising to break through the five realms before the sword sage Liu Bai, and even able to transcend the sacred world. Unfortunately, since then, he has to stay there forever. Beyond the threshold, the realm above the human world can no longer be touched.
In the spiritual world and even the hundreds of millions of people in the world, thinking of Master Qishan’s great grace, the respect for him has not diminished at all, but has become more sincere, even decades later.
At that time, the son of Song Guolian lost his wife and wrote a eulogy on rainy night. He began to travel around the world and came to Washan Lianke Temple. While lying quietly in the back hall, he happened to hear an old monk’s words and Buddhist stories. Shi Ming Buddhism.
The old monk is Master Qishan.
A few years later, Liansheng returned from the Western Wilderness. He was endowed with the true meaning of the Hanging Temple. He refused the invitation from the Xiling Temple. He stroked the broken green silk on his head in front of an old monk and officially entered the Buddhist gate.
The old monk is also Master Qishan.
Later, Liansheng lived in hermitage in the back mountain of Lanke Temple for two years. At that time, his cultivation level had far surpassed Master Qishan, but he respected him very much and regarded him as a half-teacher and half-friend.
In another year of the Yulan Festival, the Demon Sect blooded the Ke Temple and killed all the righteous practitioners in the meeting. However, it did little harm to the monks in the temple. Now I want to come because of Master Qishan.
Ning Que came to Lanke Temple with Sangsang, naturally, not to participate in the Yulan Festival, nor to represent the Tang Dynasty to discuss the ridiculous people going south, and it has nothing to do with the legend of the invasion of the underworld. He is here. He was looking for the person he was looking for to cure the illness, the Qishan master.
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The black carriage stopped in front of the mountain road. Ning Que looked at the looming temple in the forest, looked at the statue of the stone Buddha on the stone ping of the back peak of Washan Mountain, and thought of the Qishan master, feeling a little strange.
He has inherited the fragments of consciousness after Lian's life and death, and he can clearly feel what an amazing person the elder of Lanke Temple, who has lived in seclusion for decades, is.
True great people naturally have their own unique aspects. Ning Que does not know what special likes and dislikes this Qishan master has. A virtuous senior Buddhist sect. According to reason, his temperament should be compassionate. Gentle, but he is still very careful to remind himself to maintain sufficient respect and be prepared.
How can we keep a low profile? What preparations should be made?
The black carriage was modified in appearance by him, and it looked so dark, but it became a lot dirty, and it was greasy, and it felt like a **** umbrella.
The big dark horse was also sprinkled with soil on his head and face, and he even painted a few large patches on his body with earthy brown tree lacquer, where there is a chic appearance on the wasteland, looking embarrassed Extremely.
This was what Ning Que had prepared, anyway, looking at how miserable he was, he was going to come. He even prepared a handkerchief covered with **** juice and a small skin filled with blood. Before meeting Master Qishan, he would use the powder from Chen Jinji to make Sangsang's little face paler and see Qishan. After the master, he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief to make the eye circles red, and squeezed the blood sac to pretend to cough up blood. He did not believe that the Buddhist great virtue could bear to ignore it.
Who dares to be worse than me?
If anyone dared to be more miserable than him and Sangsang, he might really make that person miserable.
At this moment, a young monk came slowly on the mountain road.
The monk has a dark complexion and a calm and calm expression.
However, when he saw the dilapidated black carriage at the mountain crossing and the big dark horse that was totally dissimilar to the rumors, the serenity and calmness on his face was suddenly broken into countless pieces of consternation, and then fell to the ground. .
He walked to the carriage, looked at Ning Que from the window, and said helplessly: "How can this be hidden from the master? Where is the master from this class? It takes Mr. Thirteen to spend such a thought?"
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(There is one more chapter, I will try to come out before half past twelve.)
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