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Chapter 16

Monks are cleaning the fallen leaves at the gate of the temple.

A few days ago, great changes occurred in Taihang. With a drizzle, everything was rejuvenated. The pine tree in front of the temple opened new buds, and the old leaves fell.

Keep people busy.

The old monk picked up the broom and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Those who stay in the temple are all monks who devote themselves to studying Buddhism and not caring about worldly affairs, or old people like him who are unwilling to change places after staying for a long time.They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and the fields on the mountain behind the temple are enough for the people who stay here to be self-sufficient.Copy the scriptures and recite the Buddha every day, meditate and relax.Because of the ancient life in the mountains, Taihang is now a forbidden place in the human world.

The old monk looked at the stone road extending from the temple, extending down to the foot of the mountain, losing the pilgrims who came and went on weekdays, less people, and more Buddhism.Young monks occasionally joked that they seemed to have returned to ancient times and became true Buddhists.The old people smiled knowingly when they heard it, and did not correct it. In fact, there is no such thing as true or false in Buddhism. If you have a Buddha in your heart, you are a lotus flower platform, and if you recite the Dharma in your heart, you are a great arhat.

"Old man, do you still sell the incense here?" Someone asked softly.

The old monk turned his head and found a young man standing in front of the temple gate. Seeing his glance, he smiled.

He didn't know when this young man came. He stood on the road leading to the mountain and looked around. It was clear that it was quiet and empty, and he couldn't see a single figure.Instead, the wind blew up out of thin air, and it blew up the leaves that the old man had finally swept clean.

"Sell." The old monk replied, "But I don't need the money, the wind is weirdly tight, if you come and help my old bones sweep the leaves."

"Then I will bother you." The boy replied politely.

The old man smiled, handed the broom to the other party, and glanced at the sudden incense visitor.

A head of long black hair was scattered casually, because the boy bowed to clean up the fallen leaves, so it fell down his shoulders, covering half of his cheeks.Very handsome, even to the extent that many girls would be envious and jealous.The old man thought in his heart that he had seen many incense guests like this.

It's hard to relate to the terrible deeds of the man in the mountain.

"Okay, old man." While the old monk looked at him, the young man cleaned up the slightly messy leaves on the ground.The old man had already cleaned it up before, but it was just messed up by the wind. The young man did not spend much effort in cleaning it up.

At this time, the old man noticed that there was a blush in the corner of the boy's eyes, which was thin and light, but it gave the boy's light and watery temperament a little bewitching.

The old man handed the young man three sticks of incense as promised.

In order to pray for blessings, many pilgrims think that the bigger the incense, the better.In fact, three sticks are enough, even without burning.This is the notice posted by their temple all the time.

When the boy was about to leave, the old monk bowed and bowed.

"Amitabha, the Taihang Mountain is on the top, and the monk is being polite. I can bother the mountain god to clean up the fallen leaves for the monk. It's actually a joke, please don't blame me..."

"Okay, old man, don't you feel uncomfortable if someone who is not a gentleman insists on speaking politely? When he handed me the broom, he was crisp and neat. I didn't see you being frightened." The young man looked back, his tone was light and a little joking.

Then he took three sticks of incense and stepped into the threshold of the temple.

The old man laughed behind him, and the voice came again.

"I didn't expect you to be so thorough. I'm not as good as the monk, not as good."

"If you know it's too late, try to live longer, and sooner or later you will live to the fullest." The boy shouted.If Qing Yan is by his side, he will know that the mountain god is ill again.

Watching the young man enter the temple, the old monk sat back on the bamboo chair under the old pine tree. It was near noon, and the sun was hot, even in the mountains.It's just that I didn't expect that the existence in the Taihang Mountains that frightened those old guys looked like a girl, and she was quite polite and interesting.I thought it was an old man with two horns on his head who was not angry and arrogant.

Soon, the bronze bell in the temple rang.

The bell is ringing long, because the distinguished guests are coming.

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In the main hall, senior monks leaned on both sides, quietly waiting for the young man under the Buddha statue in the center to finish inserting incense.

Li Xi'an got up.

If there is no worship, the current Buddha will not appear, and he will not be able to worship just one Buddha statue.Only three sticks of incense were inserted, the censer had no pilgrims for a long time, and now only his three sticks of incense stood alone on it.

"Master Nan, this way please." The monk who looked very senior and senior led him the way.

"Let's call him Mr. Li."

The monk was taken aback.

"Now in person, surnamed Li."

"So, then please benefactor Li." The monk turned sideways and bowed to lead the way without asking any further questions.

"That means you have already expected that I will come." Li Xi'an listened to the monk's narration.

The little deer in script script stopped at the backyard of the temple, guarding the room where the temple presides over the death. Everyone had no choice but to wait for the owner of the little deer to arrive.When the monks observed the scriptures all over the sky running back to the clouds and returning to the figure sitting cross-legged, they began to guess when the God of Taihang would visit.

"It's a pity that the presiding officer passed away. We haven't practiced enough to communicate with a creature like you."

"When did you preside over the death?"

"Seven days ago, when dusk and night alternated." The monk uttered the Buddha's name, "The presiding master's practice is the deepest among us. According to his cultivation, a hundred years old should be a little old, let alone the presiding master has not yet It's his hundredth birthday. He passed away too early."

After the monk finished speaking, he pushed open the courtyard door.

There is a banana tree planted in the backyard, which is as graceful as a cover.The little deer in script script was lying at the door of a room, seeing the young man coming, there was a glimmer of light in its round black eyes.

Li Xi'an sacrificed the bronze tripod, and the deer returned to the tripod body without the slightest resistance, turning into running deer-shaped characters within it.

Looking at this ancient bronze vessel, the monk's eyes unconsciously showed a hint of envy, but he quickly reacted and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind.

When you open the wooden door, you will be greeted with a fresh fragrance, just like the natural fragrance emanating from high-quality wooden utensils.

Looking around the room, there is nothing but a table, a chair, a cabinet and a bed.

The monk was astonished, and the host was nowhere to be seen in the entire room.A normal person dies for a week, and it is still in the scorching heat. There is no foul smell and rotten smell, which is a strange smell.

"Benefactor Li, is this true for rising creatures?" the monk asked suspiciously.

"No."

The young man walked to the bedside and picked up a hard bead. The whole body was dark. He raised his hand and aimed the bead at the sunlight, and it showed colorful colors in an instant.

"Relic?" The monk couldn't help but wonder inwardly.

Those who do not practice Buddhism have heard of the ceramic-like relics that can be obtained after being cremated by eminent monks who have attained the Tao.

This presides over the way back to the mountains with the whole of myself, not just the rise.

Li Xi'an understood.The deer's spirit has nowhere to go, because the person who gave this spirit is not only a spirit, but also a life.But why did he do this?There is no shadow of the presiding person in the boy's memory. When he was a big snake, he was entrenched in the mountains, and the monks were not seen.

He put the relic in the palm of the monk beside him, and the old monk took it respectfully.

With the relic is the book.

It's not ancient books. Although the contents of the ancient books that Li Xi'an read are different, they are all carved from bamboo strips and then connected together with threads.This book is obviously a paper page, the paper is yellowed and some years old.

Inside is a tale of ghosts and ghosts.

Only one has recorded notes.

The small characters written by the host said:-
"There is a temple in Nanshan, sleeping red immortals. The eyes are like golden fire, and the body is like red steel. With the wind and rain blowing, it illuminates the brightness of the common people."

"The name is Nanzhu."

"Is that so..." The young man gently closed the pages of the book, even his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping people here.

(End of this chapter)