At what age are you still being a traditional monster?

Sparks ignited in the sky and bloomed brilliantly.

Under the firelight, the faces of Black Wind Monster, Lord White Snake, Little Beggar, and all the little monsters were clearly visible.

Even in the Guanyin Temple, Huijue also looked up and saw the fleeting fireworks that day, and smiled.

Lin Xu looked at the scene and suddenly said:

"Although it's late, but..."

"Happy New Year!"

At the same time, a blessing from everyone sounded from Heifeng Mountain.

Chapter 179 A Simple Farewell

The end of the New Year is naturally New Year greetings.

On the second day, the black wind monster sent a few little demons, prepared some melons and fruits, and sent them to the Earth Temple and the Mountain God Temple to worship.

It's a New Year's greeting to the neighbors.

When the neighbors worshiped, they naturally also worshiped the distant neighbors.

"So, who of you would like to go to Guanyin Temple to pay New Year's greetings?"

All the little demons were happily preparing to carry their things and leave, but when they heard the word Guanyin Temple, they all fell silent.

The little demons were silent for a while, then you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally they all ran away.

"Hey!"

The black wind monster was about to call out, but there was no sign of those little monsters, they had already run away.

"This group of little ones seems to have been disciplined too loosely on weekdays. Second child, you are responsible for this matter."

Lord White Snake shook his head and said, "It's a rare Chinese New Year, let them go."

"Who will go to the old monk?"

Lin Xu suddenly said: "I have a proposal."

Lord White Snake and Black Wind Monster turned their heads to look at Lin Xu at the same time.

Lin Xu smiled and said, "The three of us will go."

So, the three brothers took the presents, left Heifeng Mountain, and headed towards Guanyin Temple.

With the strength of the feet of the three brothers, it took only about a moment to reach the Guanyin Temple.

Coming to Guanyin Temple again, Lin Xu couldn't help thinking of the Taoist temple named Qingfeng Temple a long time ago.

It's just that there is no Qingfeng Temple now, only Guanyin Temple.

Even the Guanyin Temple in front of him is quite different from what Lin Xu remembered.

The Guanyin Temple has been renovated several times, and it has already changed its appearance.

The three brothers just pushed the door open and walked in. Not to mention there was a gatekeeper, but no one came to ask.

There are not many living people in such a huge Guanyin Temple?

It wasn't until Lin Xu stepped into the inner courtyard that he saw several elderly monks barely carrying water into the house.

"Little monk."

The black wind monster didn't know who he was shouting at, but the old monks all turned to look at him.

One of them put down his burden, walked over slowly, opened his mouth to show his gums, and said with a smile: "Why is your majesty free to come here?"

The black wind monster lifted the thing on his hand, and said: "Isn't this the Chinese New Year, I wish you a new year in the Buddhist monastery."

"Your Majesty is being polite."

The black wind monster waved his hand, and was about to pass the things to the old monk, but he looked at the monk again, seeing that he was old and weak, and he might not be able to lift it, so he said:

"Where is your elder, quickly lead us in to see him."

"Okay, this way please."

Carrying the gift, the black wind monster followed the old monk into the room, and the other two naturally followed.

In the main hall, the Guanyin statue is as white as jade, not stained with dust.

Huijue was chanting scriptures loudly and knocking on the wooden fish.

"Elder, the three great kings of Heifeng Mountain are here."

Huijue stopped the scriptures and put the wooden fish away.

Get up and meet the three brothers.

"Three, long time no see, especially Daoist Ling Xuzi."

The Huijue in front of him is a little older than Lin Xu remembered, like a dead tree that will be blown down by the wind at any time, the skin is about to peel off like bark.

Heifeng asked strangely: "Old monk, why do you feel that your Guanyin Temple is more relaxed this time?"

Huijue said: "Many monks have gone to the bliss one after another this year, and now there are only seven or eight old monks left in the monastery including me."

Heifeng was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he seemed to have said something wrong, so he just sat down slowly and didn't speak for a long time.

Lord White Snake said: "By the way, my elder brother called some little demons to the Buddhist monastery several times before to show the elders, but have you ever seen someone who has a good eye and wants to be saved?"

Huijue shook his head, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. Pity me, the lonely old man of Guanyin Temple, but if you don't want to be here, don't force yourself."

The black wind monster said at this time, "Then what do you want to do? Could it be that you really want to close the mountain?"

Huijue said: "Senior brother handed over the Guanyin Temple to me, so it is natural to continue the incense. Now, I just want to wait, when the opportunity comes, I will go out of the mountain and find a few people who are destined to save me and come back."

The three brothers already knew what Huijue was waiting for.

Huijue's eyes were looking at the old monks outside the main hall.

Some of them are Hui Jue's disciples and grandchildren, and even younger generations, but they are all old without exception.

Too old to be reassuring.

Therefore, Huijue can only wait for them here, and accompany them on the last journey before going down the mountain.

The second month after two years.

Huijue locked the gate of Guanyin Temple and went down the mountain.

All the way to the east, towards the direction when Guanyin Temple came, preaching scriptures and chanting Buddha, saving and transforming fate.

Three years later, he returned with a dozen young monks.

When the Avalokitesvara Temple re-opened the incense, Huijue was finally too old to move, and could only lie on the bed.

Huijue called his last disciple, gave him some detailed instructions, taught him to pass on the incense, and told him some things about Heifeng Mountain.

The disciple knelt beside the bed, weeping uncontrollably.

"Master, you old man must have gone to the Western Ultimate Bliss to become a Buddha, why leave us here."

Huijue said in a weak voice: "As long as your heart is good, does it matter whether you become a Buddha or not?"

After saying this sentence, Huijue had let go.

The true meaning of this last sentence has never been said in time.

Fortunately, the Guanyin Temple was passed down in the hands of Huijue's disciple, until that disciple was about to die, and called his own disciple when he parted.

"Jin Chi, the Guanyin Temple will be handed over to you."

The young monk folded his palms respectfully and chanted sutras for his master.

The master on the bed listened to the scriptures, shook his head impatiently, and said, "Don't recite, I'm not the master, an old man, I can't go to the western bliss, I just want to get rid of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, and don't suffer in this world anymore."

Jin Chi said: "Master, you have a good look, the world is very good."

The master shook his head, "Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, I don't ask you to be proficient in Buddhist scriptures, I just ask that the Guanyin Temple will not be interrupted by your hands."

"Disciple obeys."

......

After paying their respects, the three brothers returned to Heifeng Mountain. Lin Xu bid farewell and returned to his cave.

The little beggar in the cave is meditating and practicing.

Lin Xu looked at the little beggar, as if he saw himself a long time ago, and couldn't help smiling.

The little beggar sat there for three full hours before he opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Xu looking at him.

"Master, are you back?"

Lin Xu nodded, and asked with concern: "Have you experienced any confusion in practice recently?"

The little beggar thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's because I'm not good at kung fu, and I haven't met him yet."

Lin Xu smiled and said: "That's good." Then he stood up, looked around the cave, and suddenly said: "By the way, can you see if there is anything missing in this cave?"

The little beggar asked suspiciously, "Master, why do you ask such a question?"

Lin Xu said: "When I lived alone in this cave, I didn't feel much about it, but you are a mortal after all, there will always be something you are not used to. If you feel that there is something wrong, I will prepare it for you."

The little beggar said: "Old dog, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the long-lost address, Lin Xu was not angry, but said: "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going? I'm with you."

"You can't go this time, it's better to stay here and practice. If there is any inconvenient or difficult to do, just go to the black king. You know where he lives."

The little beggar was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then when will you come back?"

Lin Xu thought for a while and said, "I don't know."

"Is it dangerous to go here?"

"I don't know?"

"Then what are you going to do!"

Lin Xu smiled and said, "Because I want to."

The little beggar was dazed by this answer, looked up, Lin Xu had already walked out waving his hands.

Next, the farewell to the Black Wind Monster and Lord White Snake was much simpler.

Lin Xu only said a word, I'm leaving.

The black wind monster only said: "Oh."

Lord White Snake asked where he was going.

"Beiju Luzhou."

After Lin Xu answered, he walked towards the north.

Neither the Black Wind Monster nor the White Snake have ever heard of how far and dangerous Beiju Luzhou is.

They just knew that Lin Xu would come back.

The day went on.

Lin Xu stepped forward and sang loudly.

Chapter 1 Eighty

The dim altar, the sky shrouded in billowing black air.

Only a few faint candles were still barely bringing light and warmth to everyone.

The monarch Li Xi knelt in front of the altar, bit off his finger, and began to write on a piece of white silk.

There were already rows of soldiers kneeling behind him.

Li Xi burned the blood writing, then stood up and looked at the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers said in unison: "Your Majesty!"

Li Xi nodded and looked at the leader.