Chapter 1: Foot binding that uncovers history ()

"Sometimes, even if a person is invincible in the world, he has no choice." On a broken wall with mottled moss, I don't know when it was the year or month.

The handwriting is a bit sloppy, so it looks a little blurred, like a hurried time, or a feeling after a long break. If I hadn't seen the back by chance, I would have remembered to see the truth, it would have been really not easy to find this passage in this dilapidated wasteland.

Recently, I always appear repeatedly in my dreams, that sentence, that deserted city, and that back.

So dreams and reality are reversed, and those strange and vivid stories appear and appear.

In my dream, I remember the back of the lettering man was a man wearing a leopard skin made of short shirt. Behind him, he seemed to be carrying a long knife.

He used his hand to draw on the wall, not knowing whether the last carved blood or the mark.

The surroundings are dark and full of rose vines. I always feel that there is a faint salty and fishy smell there.

After waking up, I couldn't help but guess what kind of story this man had? There was a little loneliness in his back, and the horizon under the setting sun made his tall figure a little thin.

The setting sun is like blood, and his long hair floats with the wind. I don’t know where his destination is? What kind of past is there? Perhaps it is because of the curiosity in my heart, or to satisfy my paranoia, I want to outline this world.

This is why there is a beacon.

In the 3728th year of Yanli, the season when the wintersweet flowers bloomed in Guangqi City.

As the largest Buddhist holy land in the alliance country, the incense of Guangqi City is extremely prosperous and has been going on for thousands of years. Every year, millions of good men and women come here to make wishes and pray, adding countless touching or enjoyable stories to this city with a population of only 100,000 but 90,000 monks. Today, compared with the past, although there are still people coming and going outside the Eagle Temple, the largest temple in Guangqi City, is not the kind men and women coming, but some soldiers wearing armor and swords and cold light standing all over the streets and alleys.

Most of these soldiers who were fully armed and ready to fight were from Liuli City, a hundred miles away from Guangqi City, while the other small part was soldiers with golden armbands on their right arm. Those who are familiar with the costumes of the Yan Kingdom army should know that this part of the army comes from the Qilin Army in the Imperial City.

As one of the most combative troops in the alliance country, the unique feature of the Qilin Army is that it is the royal unit of the Yan Kingdom royal family. Although the Qilin Army does not have as many as the "Qi Family Army" in Qingyun City and the "Fire Phoenix Army" in Phoenix City, its equipment is the most excellent. Otherwise, it would not have been able to quell the civil strife or follow the emperor's command in person. But now it is in a prosperous era. The Qilin Army, which usually does not appear in other cities, has raised its troops south to Guangqi City, which makes people wonder, are these monks who only know how to save all living beings become traitors?

"Master, the news is leaked, you...the man's army has now leaked the water surrounding Guangqi City." In the Eagle Temple, a man in black with a tiger back and a bear waist said, standing behind a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was about thirty years old and was wearing a silk brocade dress. There was some dust on his clothes. He looked like he had been running around for a long time. However, although the middle-aged man had a tired face, he was extraordinary. Moreover, the full and round pavilion of the heaven was a figure of wealth and longevity. He was just a tiredness hidden between his eyebrows, and seemed to be something depressed. After hearing the man in black, the middle-aged man whispered softly, then looked up at the magnificent Grand Hall. In the middle of the hall was the Buddha's golden body, with a peaceful face, a smile on his lips, and a Buddhist beads hanging in his hands, which was lifelike.

"Are you laughing at me?" The middle-aged man said self-deprecatingly at the vivid Buddha statue, then turned his head to see the young man in black who had followed him for many years and said, "Are all the people in the Anxiang Squad arrived?"

"The three teams, a total of 108 guards, were all waiting outside the hall, just waiting for the master to give him the order." The young man in black replied respectfully.

"Let them all disperse." Turning around and looking at the night outside, the middle-aged man knew that the pursuers had arrived at the foot of the mountain, Sifu said for a moment.

"Master!" The young man in black suddenly looked up, his eyes full of reluctance and confusion, his fists were clenched, his finger bones were slightly white, and his nails were deeply trapped in his flesh.

"The person they are looking for is me. You are not useful to stay here, but will be implicated. You have been with me for so long, and I can't watch you die before me."

"The members of Anxiang Team are not afraid of death!" The young man in black said this with a sense of determination and determination on his face, and then took a step forward and knelt on one knee and clasped his fists, "Our life is given by the master, please consider it again."

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, and looked at the young man in black and said to Xiaoli with a gentle expression, "I have told you that your life is yours and no one can dominate it." After a while, he took your brothers away while taking the chaos, and then he would leave the country and marry a wife and have a few children."

The young man in black knelt on the ground, biting his lips tightly and not speaking anymore, as smelly and hard as a stone in a pit.

At this moment, footsteps came from the back hall. The middle-aged man turned around and saw three monks walking out of the Buddha statue. The leader's beards were all white, holding a Zen stick in his hand, and two little novice monks behind him. Looking at the middle-aged man, the old monk clasped his hands and said Amitabha.

The middle-aged man folded his hands and bowed slightly to his greeting, then looked at the old monk and said that he would never come back to the noble place and disturb the Buddhist purity.

"Everything in the world, every drink or peck, has a cause and effect." The old monk closed his eyes slightly, and the phoenix-eyed Bodhi rosary in his hand turned rapidly.

He nodded and said yes. The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the young man in black kneeling on the ground. "Xiao Li, remember what I said just now. Master and I have a few words to say. Take someone away first." After that, the middle-aged man looked at the young man in black and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything else. He just silently recited two words in his heart: Take care.

The young man in black looked up at the middle-aged man, his blood-covered eyes were a little wet. Perhaps he was unwilling to give up. His mouth opened and his mouth squirted out, and the blood splattered on the refined mud bricks, which was shocking. Then the young man in black stood up, bowed deeply to the middle-aged man, then turned to clasp his fists at the old monk, turned around and walked out of the Main Hall, with three parts of loneliness and seven parts of determination in his back.

"Master, I'll be fine if I haven't seen each other for three years." Until the young man's back disappeared in the dark, the middle-aged man turned around and said to the old monk. When he said this, the middle-aged man paused and went straight to the point of being straight. He was asking for something if he came to Guangqi City this time.

"Although the donor has kindness to Kongling Temple, but..." the old monk said as he looked at the night outside. There was a secret deep in the night. As the host of Kongling Temple, he knew what happened in the world at the foot of the mountain at this moment, "But the old monk said he would not interfere with the grievances in the martial arts world."

"I remember the master said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." When he said this, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, with a little bitterness. His identity was very different from the past. The old monk said this for the sake of the Euphorbing Temple.

"Although my Buddha is compassionate, but..." The old monk showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said again, but the middle-aged man interrupted him at this time, "I won't make the master too embarrassed. I will go down the mountain in a while. I only ask the master to take in the people in the side hall, because..." At this point, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at the Buddha's golden body and knelt down slowly, and said in a low voice because I don't know who else can bless the people in the side hall except you.

After saying that, the middle-aged man bowed three times to the Buddha statue. When he stood up, his eyes swept over the sentence on both sides of the Buddha statue: If you want to be the Buddha dragon elephant, you will be the cow and horse of all living beings first.

This is the first time for him to beg others.

"The donor is looking at me." The old monk wanted to say something, but before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, with a sense of surprise in his eyes. His eyes were filled with a flower pot under the feet of a Buddha statue. A flower plant that had not grown for many years suddenly sprouted a sprout.

"Bara flowers bloom and the emperor stars appear." The old monk murmured, as if confirming his words. The Buddha made of red copper and covered with gold powder, gradually grew some white Udumbara flowers. Then, the wooden table under the Buddha's feet, the stone pillars of the main hall, the clear mud bricks under the feet of everyone, and the Zen stick in the old monk's hand also trembled several Brahma flowers with flowers that were as thin as bell flowers, and the stems of the old monk were thin and silk. There was no wind automatically.

The originally solemn temple seemed a bit strange because of the sudden appearance of the Brahma flower. The old monk's lips squirmed for a moment, but in the end he said nothing. He focused on the Brahma flower on the Zen Staff, then handed the Zen Staff to the little monk behind him, and knelt two steps forward on the kneeling pad under the Buddha's head with the middle-aged man. His eyes were closed, his hands were closed, and he silently recited a sentence from the Great Prajna Paramita Sutra: "The human body is impermanent, wealth is like a dream, and there is no shortage of all the roots, and it is difficult to be true. Moreover, when the Tathagata hears the wonderful Dharma, isn't it rare like a Brahma flower?"

The old monk had just finished chanting silently when a thunder suddenly came from the sky, followed by a strong wind roaring and thunder. The originally quiet and peaceful night suddenly became dark clouds.

Perhaps because of the frightened thunder, a baby cries suddenly came from the side hall, which was very loud, and at the foot of the mountain, there was also a dull sound of the Qilin army hitting the temple gate.

"Please go back by donor. I will take them to a quiet place in the side hall." The old monk opened his eyes at this time, not knowing that he was in some purpose, so he made a decision that was extremely difficult for him.

When the old monk said this, the middle-aged man, who was a little nervous, looked much more relaxed, and said thank you softly, then stood up from his kneeling mat and gave a gift to the old monk and the little novice monk. When he was about to turn around, he thought of something, took something from his neck and put it on the sandalwood table beside the old monk, "I'll give it to the people in the side hall. Time is tight, so I'll go down the mountain now."

The old monk looked at the jade necklace and slowly closed his eyes again. He silently recited the passage of "The Miscellaneous Ahgama Sutra" "There is cause and condition to destroy the world, and the cause and condition to destroy the world." Then he got up and picked up the necklace and walked towards the side hall. Following his footsteps, the bell sounded from the back mountain, one by one, a total of eighteen rings. The bell echoed above the city of Guangqi and never dissipated for a long time.

On this day, the legendary Brahma flowers that only appeared for three thousand years bloomed all over the corners of the world. Whether it was railings, urine buckets, stone cracks, or metal objects, there were traces. People did not know why this flower that could grow without soil and roots suddenly appeared. While people were panic, they secretly guessed whether the way of heaven was about to change. In the end, the newly ascended Yan Emperor borrowed the content of the eighth volume of "Huilin Yinyi" to tell the world, saying that Brahma flowers are auspicious and strange signs, and are the sky, which is not in the world. Because of the great blessings, the flower appears, and it should be celebrated all over the sky. This eliminates people's inner doubts.

This is recorded in "Yan Zhuan", and Master Qingyun, who is respected and respected by the "national teacher", suddenly passed away, but is little known.

The next half moonlight Qicheng became a hell on earth. Tens of thousands of monks were killed and called "Buddha's Day" by Buddhists, and they were also not recorded in history.

This year, the Emperor of Yan changed the state Buddhism to Taoism, believed in immortality, drew talismans, and practiced hundreds of medicines.
Chapter completed!