Chapter 63: The noble person (Part 1)

Houtu, there is Houtu in this world

The sky is yang, the earth is yin, and the land is only the female god who dominates the earth, mountains and rivers.

"Taizu sacrifices to the land and later enjoys the food." This is the record of the Chu Emperor's sacrifice to Houtu in this dynasty, but there is no record of her incarnation into the Six Paths and protecting sentient beings, but she is simply the goddess of the earth.

Moreover, for the people, Houtu Temple is not common. Fang Xin also learned from the county records that there is a Houtu Temple on Fengtun Mountain outside the city.

After learning about it, although there were eight days left to take the county entrance examination, the county town was the one from Jiang Mansion, so there was no need to go far. As soon as he spoke to his mother He immediately and went out.

After leaving the city, I hired a ox cart. Of course, it was slow. Although Fengtun Mountain was not far away, it took two hours to sigh in my heart: "It seems that in ancient times, transportation was a big problem. If you leave the city, let alone the world? No wonder those who can travel around the country are mostly heroes."

When I walked to Fengtun Mountain, I found that the mountain was not high, about 300 meters. There were already people in the stone pavilion at the foot of the mountain. There were tea dealers on the stone pavilion, and tourists could buy a cup of coarse tea to quench their thirst.

In the middle of the pavilion, there were a group of men in Confucian clothes, and in the middle was a middle-aged man in his forties, but he surrounded him like stars and moonlight. He sometimes called him "Grandman", which seemed to be an official.

Fang Xin naturally could not come forward to disturb him. These people were all in Qingyi, and they were famous. Compared to Fang Xin at this time, they had a gap in their rank and identity. At that time, they found a stone under a tree quite far from the pavilion and sat down. They paid a cent and bought a cup of coarse tea. The cups were all bamboo cups. Fang Xin drank them bitterly, but they were a little fragrant. They were not good tea, but they just quenched their thirst.

At this time, the adult in the pavilion was sitting in front of the only stone table, and seemed to be talking about something. Although Fang Xin could hear a word at this time, he did not want to use the gods. He accidentally heard a few words, and it was just a trip to the mountain and a poetry meeting to hold a poem meeting. I believe this adult was very important, so these scholars were able to flatter him.

Fang Xin ignored him. After a cup of tea, he got up and got up on the mountain. Stone steps bloomed on the mountain and walked up the stone steps. When he saw some wild trees and flowers on both sides, they were scattered in it.

There are no one in the empty mountains, and there are no orchids.

The flowers are invisible, and the fragrance is clear and delicious.

The dangerous storm flows down, and there is sometimes a cross wind to cover it.

The fragrance is still not smelled for a long time, and the mountains are deep and sad.

How green are the grass, spitting out the bright morning glow.

How close is it, as vast as the end of the sky.

He sat on the white stone with his zither and sighed three times at dusk.

For some reason, Fang Xin remembered this poem and read it out immediately. Although he felt that this poem was, he even forgot the author's name. Fang Xin touched his head. It must have been seen by chance on Earth, otherwise it would not have been the case, because he remembered everything in the future very clearly.

However, there is no one in the empty mountains and flowers and plants blooming. It is really endless loneliness. I just feel that these flowers and plants, like most people's lives, are too short and disappear in a blink of an eye, or they are indifferent to life, so as not to be rewarded today, wither tomorrow, or pursue eternity, and be able to be forever. If you feel in your heart, you will naturally speak out.

But I didn't expect an old man to go up slowly with someone. When I heard this poem, I was shocked and went up again. But I saw a young man. He looked at his back, his figure was elegant and he was still solid and heavy. He felt a move in his heart. He asked a middle-aged man in turn: "Sir, how do you think of this boy?"

"How strange, it's like looking at its qi, its qi is so bright that it is extraordinary, it's like a qilin-shaped body, but looking at its face and bones, it's just an ordinary official body." The middle-aged man was silent and then said.

"Haha, it's rare that Mr. Yan has someone who can't be cut off for a while. It's really interesting. I didn't expect that I would meet you today. So what do you think of the people at the foot of the mountain?"

Speaking of the people at the foot of the mountain, Mr. Yan said calmly: "These people have a harmonious aura and face. Among the sixteen people, nine of them have official appearances, and some futures. If there is no special opportunity, the six people have stopped now. The last person will have a life-threatening disaster in a few years. It depends on whether he can survive it."

Deciding on life is in a few words.

"So, the above is really interesting." The old man smiled immediately.

Fang Xin didn't know about this episode, so he was still going straight up the mountain. When he arrived on the mountain, he was shocked. It turned out that there was no Houtu Temple, but it was a Buddhist temple. It was built magnificently and a large number of flowers and trees were planted around for tourists to enjoy.

Many people are mobilized by their whole family, bringing their families and wandering around the temple. They have become worshipping Buddha and can spend their days freely, so pilgrims are endless.

Fang Xin could not expect to see this temple and frowned, but only felt the Buddha's light. When he smiled and saw that the Buddha's light in the temple was dim, he knew that the disciples inside were already obsessed with incense, money, and neither had the people who worshiped the Buddha devoutly or the monk who concentrates on practicing. Some light came because of the pilgrims.

Then, through the light of Houtu in his body, he sensed the same kind, but he still really sensed it. He turned to the side of the back mountain, and indeed found a dilapidated Houtu Temple there. This Houtu Temple rarely has incense, but there was no trace of inspiration. Fang Xin went in and saw an old man.

"Do you want to burn incense to the Empress?" asked the old man, speaking in local dialect. Fang Xin could barely understand. He looked at the old man, but found a little bit of inspiration connected. He knew that if there was no such person, the Houtu Temple would be abandoned.

As the goddess Houtu who incarnates the six realms, holds the power of the earth, and controls the gates of life and death, the incense has withered in this way. It is simply incredible. The letter below said: "Is there any lamp oil and water?"

"have!"

"Take it!" Fang Xin said, and he tore off a piece of clothes. When he saw him bringing half a basin of water, he frowned. The old man said, "This good man is not stingy. He transported the water to the mountain and asked for money. The incense is not good now. I am old and can't carry the water myself. I have no money. I just have to do this."

Fang Xin sneered, and said nothing. He soaked the cloth, carefully wiped the divine desk, and wiped the mud body again. Seeing that the golden body had been peeled off, he wiped the lamp oil again, poured the oil in, and lit it.

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, soul returns to Houtu. However, you do not need pain or sorrow. Death is a cycle of life, without any concealment, hypocrisy, and darkness.

My body transforms into the six realms so that you will not dissipate or fall. The Tao never despises it for Hunyuan, looking from high to bottom, and there is no need to despise it. Highness does not exist to abandon low, but comes just to protect and guide it. It is to let you know that you are the seed of eternity, but I am your parents, guiding you to the path of true meaning. Before this, I am willing to protect you for generations to come.

This wish is my great deeds and my fundamental method.”

Fang Xinmo prayed, and suddenly, the Holy Power of Houtu in this body resonated with a little spiritual light in the statue in front of him. The light was only one thread at the beginning, but later, it was slowly thickened until it was added to the statue.

However, Fang Xin still controls the light, and this world will truly appear. It will be amazing to attract too much holy light. At present, the holy light is concentrated within a range that is invisible to the naked eye, and is mostly concentrated in this small space.

After a moment, the statue of god flashed with a ball of holy light in it, and it seemed that it had returned to normal. Fang Xin opened his eyes, but saw the old man kneeling on the ground with a "pop".

"You serve the Empress first. After a while, I will find a way to get some money to rebuild the golden body and the temple for you. Now you can take the second stake of money first!" Although it attracted the Holy Light of Houtu, Fang Xin did not feel happy at all.

When he left the door and returned to the front mountain, he saw the Buddha worshiper wearing new clothes, holding the elderly and young, and his face was full of joy. It turned out that the Dharma Assembly was being held, and the novice monk held the bell and played slowly. There was also a monk holding an incense burner in his hand, and the incense smoke was curling. It was completely different. Fang Xin had no objection to worshiping the Buddha, but compared with it, he was still sad.

Without wanting to see again, Fang Xin went down the mountain and passed through a bamboo forest. At this time, August was late in summer, but Fang Xin did not sweat any more. Although this body could not have a third level, the condensation of holy power could be the same.

The sound of chanting scriptures in the temple on the mountain can be heard vaguely. The flowers in the forest are blooming and the green bamboos are as green as green, which has a kind of distant and quiet beauty. When I went down the mountain, there were seven or eight people slowly climbing up the path in the mountain, but there were a group of old men just now.

He didn't pay attention when he went up the mountain. When he went down the mountain, Fang Xin glanced at him and was shocked. Everyone in front of him was not simple, especially the old man, with a faint purple color.

There are many kinds of purple qi, but some of this person are noble.

This kind of nobleness is very rare. As long as you have a little bit of it, you can be rich. If you are like the old man, you will at least be a marquis.

Fang Xin didn't want to be troubled, so he avoided the roadside. At this time, there was an ancient pine tree on the roadside. The pine tree happened to have a stone, so he sat on it. Anyway, he was just white. Although the other party did not reveal his identity, he knew at a glance that he was neither noble nor rich, and he was not suddenly avoided.

Moreover, the wind blows and blows in the mountains and forests. Even if Fang Xin is not affected by the heat, he feels that this makes people feel relaxed and happy and gradually becomes out of the world.
Chapter completed!