Hidden Blade Chapter 67: Guanglin Ghost

North of Great Zhou Dynasty, west of Chen Guo.

　　Another vast land.

　　 Two hundred years ago, the invincible Great Chu Kingdom fell apart and turned into the Three Kingdoms. The Central Plains is Zhou, the Northeast is Chen, and the Northwest is Daxia.

　　 Great Xia Shangwu, for many years border wars have been provoked by Great Xia, during which there have been many majestic kings who have worked hard to govern. Today's Great Xia Dynasty can be regarded as the first of the three kingdoms of Xia, Zhou and Chen, and the two countries of Zhou and Chen. Have to join hands to contend with Daxia.

　　 But it’s strange to say that in such a martial arts dynasty, the national teacher was actually a monk.

　　 However, this position has been vacant for more than a hundred years. The emperor of each generation of the Great Xia Dynasty is no matter how majestic and mighty, but he dare not establish another position for the vacant state teacher. Some people say that they respect the ancestor who founded the Xia Dynasty with their ancestors, and some say that it is because the national teacher is still alive, but they don't know where to travel.

　　 It’s just that no matter what the truth is, the emperor doesn’t speak up and shouldn’t criticize it.

　　 Therefore, in the Great Xia Dynasty, there is a topic about that national teacher, and everyone has always kept secret.

　　 The status of Longyin Temple, the state religion of the Daxia Dynasty, is naturally rising, but the daily pilgrims are enough to make this splendid temple the richest place in the Daxia Dynasty.

　　 It stands to reason that with such a temple, ordinary temples have to stay far away. After all, monks have to eat too. Without the incense money, wouldn't the monks starve to death?

　　, but on the top of a small hill only fifty miles away from Longyin Temple, there is a dilapidated temple.

　　 The temple is very small and very old.

　　 so that the handwriting on the plaque at the entrance of the courtyard has been corroded and blurred, and only the word Xuantian can be seen faintly.

　　 There is an old tree in the courtyard that can't be named, but it was born extremely strong. Now it is winter. The leaves on the tree fell to the ground and covered the whole temple, but it was left unattended.

　　"Two hundred years ago, a monk witnessed a riot of soldiers and horses out of the world, standing in front of the Buddha statue."

　　"He promised Hongyuan."

　　 "If the Buddha does not come from the east, I will go west."

　　 At this time, the old voice sounded from the temple, the voice was hoarse and low, like the sound of stepping on the dead branches in the dense forest.

In the 　　 temple, a young monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at the old monk with half-squinted eyes in front of him, then looked at the only Buddha statue in the temple and asked.

　　 "Huh? What is he doing to the west?"

　　 "See the Buddha and ask." The old monk replied.

　　 "Did he see the Buddha?" the little monk asked again.

　　 "Huh."

　　 The old monk's eyes were half-squinted, as if he was asleep.

　　"In the end, did he save sentient beings?" The little monk asked again, his head tilted, and the expression on his face extremely serious.

　　 "Hmm." The old monk responded again.

　　 My eyes still didn't open.

　　 "A deceit!" At this moment, the little monk's brows suddenly frowned, his pink cheeks bulged, and he roared in his pink voice with a look of irritation.

　　 "Huh?" The old monk's eyes opened, he seemed to wake up from some kind of deep sleep, and looked at the little monk with a puzzled look.

　　"There is clearly a hundred thousand mountains to the west, where there are monsters, where is the Buddha!"

　　 asked indignantly.

　　 "Whatever he does." The old monk waved his hand with a sense of excitement, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the food on the table. It was a good chicken, cooked over a slow fire, and it was delicious.

　　"There are not many pilgrims in this courtyard, so what does the story have to do with you? You have to write down this story, and when Laozi passes away, you have to rely on this story to continue to cheat the incense money, otherwise , You still want to starve to death." The old monk put the chicken into the little monk's bowl.

　　 "Huh?" The little monk was taken aback. He picked up the chicken and put it in his mouth, only his lips and teeth fragrant.

　　 "That's right."

　　 He nodded contentedly, but soon shook his head again.

　　 "When you pass away, I will leave here and go outside."

　　 said, the little monk's eyes showed a look of yearning, as if he was a little impatient for the outside world of flowers and flowers.

　　 "Get out of here? What are you doing?" The old man's chopsticks trembled invisibly, and then he asked calmly.

　　 "Success the demons and subdue the demons, and save all sentient beings." The little monk tilted his head and replied without thinking.

　　 "What's good outside? In this temple, the ancient Buddha with a blue lantern, isn't it good to be with the Buddha?" The old monk twisted a piece of chicken, and a golden light that ordinary people could not perceive at that time wafted from his body. open.

　　The body of the little monk paused, and his expression suddenly became a little trance.

　　 I don’t know why the idea that has only arisen just now seems to be less important at this moment.

　　"Not bad, then I'll stay." The little monk nodded.

　　......

　　The old monk is already very old.

How big is 　　 no one can say clearly, even the old monk himself can’t tell one, two or three.

　　 So, three days later, when the old monk was lying on the bed and unable to stand up, all this seemed so natural.

　　 "Are you going to die?" The little monk asked on the bedside looking at the old monk whose eyes were getting dimmed.

　　 There is no sorrow on his face, only a deep puzzlement.

　　 Of course he knew that everyone would die.

　　 But something like death.

What exactly is 　　, he can't figure it out.

　　 "Yeah. I'm going to die." The old monk nodded hard, his tone was unpredictable, as if he was stating a trivial matter. But his eyes were looking straight at the boy in front of him, with a complicated expression, as if worried and reluctant.

　　 "Are you afraid of me?" The little monk seemed to understand the expression of the old monk, and he frowned in confusion.

　　 "Under him is Yama, and there is a **** on his head. Whoever walks in the world can be in awe." The old monk said tragically, his voice hoarse, and even the expression on his face gradually became trance.

　　The little monk frowned again. The old monk always liked to say inexplicable things, but he always didn't understand.

　　 He just thought that if the old monk was gone, he would be the only one in this monastery.

　　 What kind of scene should it be?

　　The little monk thought for a while, and felt that he should be very lonely.

　　 And what he hates most is loneliness.

　　 So after Wei Wei hesitated, he still opened his mouth and asked: "Old man, after you die, can I leave here?"

　　 People die and everything is empty. It stands to reason that the freedom of coming and going back then was the little monk's own decision.

　　 For some reason, he felt that he must get the approval of the old monk before he could leave here.

　　The old monk has reached his deathbed, the expression on his face is almost sluggish, and the light in his eyes gradually fades.

　　 Scenes from the past came to mind, passing his eyes like a flowing shadow.

　　He has lived for too long, until most of his experiences have become blurred.

　　 But at that moment, the picture is still in his heart. He remembers what every flower, every grass, and even every breeze looks like.

　　 There, a young monk wearing a red and gold-rimmed robe, riding a white horse, headed west.

　　 Behind the city, a peach-faced woman cried like tears.

　　 Before his back disappeared into the horizon, she couldn't help but shouted: "Brother Dongjun, if there is another life, you can marry me!"

　　 The monk heard her, but he did not look back, nor dared to look back.

　　 He was afraid that this time around, if the Buddha doesn’t see me, all sentient beings won’t be able to cross.

　　 And this difference is two hundred years.

　　 And this answer is two hundred years late.

　　 But it came after all.

　　 So the dying old monk suddenly smiled like a spring breeze.

　　 "Good."

　　 He spit out an equally dry voice from his dry throat, and then he closed his eyes with a certain satisfaction.

　　The little monk opened his eyes and smiled.

　　 He dug a hole next to the old tree in the temple, buried the old monk in it, and set up a stone tablet. He wanted to write the name of the old monk, but suddenly it sounded like he never knew him. The name, so he waved his hand, went to the house to collect his few salutes, and bounced out of the temple.

　　 Strangely speaking, the little monk had just walked out of the monastery a few steps, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with a fortified face came upon him.

　　"Where is the little master going here?" The man was not surprised when he saw the little monk, but asked very familiarly.

　　The little monk glanced at the man and felt a little familiar. He seemed to be one of the few pilgrims in the temple.

　　 "Outside, demons and demons, and all sentient beings." The little monk replied, tilting his head.

　　 "Which way is outside? Who is the demon?" the man asked again.

　　The little monk was taken aback, and then he remembered that he seemed to have nowhere to go~IndoMTL.com~ So he stretched out his hand to make a lotus flower shape, and uttered a few unintelligible obscure words. Then even his face was overjoyed.

　　 "Yes, Da Zhou Linglong Pavilion, there is a big demon, I will drop him!" The little monk said happily, and then he didn't even look at the man, and was about to leave as he stepped on the road.

　　 The man didn't stop him, he just asked suddenly when the little monk was about to go far.

　　"I haven't consulted the young master's name yet."

　　"The last name is Guanglin, and the single name is a ghost character." The little monk said loudly without looking back, and his body had long since disappeared in the mountains and forests.

　　 The man smiled when he heard the words, then turned around again and walked to the temple.

　　......

　　 The man silently looked at this ruined temple, the fallen leaves, and the yellowing Buddhism, looking solemnly, as if he was worshipping a sage.

　　 But the last gaze fell on the wordless tombstone beside the old tree.

　　 He sighed, thought slightly, and got to the tombstone.

　　 Immediately he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tombstone, so a sharp handwriting suddenly appeared on the tombstone.

　　 is written on the stone tablet.

　　The tomb of the Great Chu Saint Monk, Great Xia State Master, and Li Dongjun.

　　 December 21st of the year.

　　 Since he was enthroned, he has been diligent in government affairs. The Great Xia Emperor Li Yulin, who has never been slack in the past, surprisingly did not come to court today.

　　The minister who had an important matter reported to him only after nearly setbacks asked. The emperor left the palace early this morning.

　　 He went in a hurry, dressed in black.

　　 seems to be seeing someone off.