A monk is cleaning fallen leaves from the temple gate.

A few days ago, great changes occurred in Taihang. With a drizzle, everything took on new vitality. The pine trees in front of the temple sprouted new buds and the old leaves fell.

Makes people very busy.

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

The people who stay in the temple now are all monks who are dedicated to studying Buddhism without 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 them.

The people who stayed here were self-sufficient. They copied sutras, chanted Buddha's name, and meditated to save their worries every day. Because of the ancient life in the mountains, Taihang has now become 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. Without the pilgrims who come and go on weekdays, there are fewer people and more Buddhism. The young monks occasionally joke and say that they seem to have returned to ancient times.

, and became a true member of Buddhism. The old people smiled knowingly and did not correct them. In fact, there is no truth or falsehood in Buddhism. The Buddha in the heart is the lotus platform, and the Buddha in the heart is the Arhat.

"Old man, are the incense still sold here?" someone asked softly.

The old monk turned around and found a young man standing in front of the temple. He glanced at him and smiled.

He didn't know when the young man came. He stood at the door and looked around on the way up the mountain. It was clearly quiet and empty, and there was no trace of anyone. Instead, the wind blew out of thin air, ruffling the leaves that the old man had finally swept clean.

"Sell it," the old monk replied, "but I don't need the money. The wind is weirdly tight, so why don't you, young man, help me sweep the leaves away from my old bones."

"Then I'm sorry to bother you," the young man replied politely.

The old man smiled, handed the broom to the other person, and looked at the sudden incense burner.

His long black hair was scattered casually. Because the young man was bending to clean the fallen leaves, it fell down his shoulders and covered half of his cheek. He was so handsome that even many girls would envy him. The old man thought to himself that he had seen many incense sticks.

This is rarely seen among guests.

But it is hard to compare with the terrible deeds of the man in the mountains.

"Okay, old man." While the old monk was looking at it, the young man cleaned up the slightly messy leaves on the ground. The old man had already cleaned them up before, but they were only messed up by the wind. The young man did not spend much effort in sorting them out.

At this time, the old man noticed that there was a trace of crimson in the corner of the young man's eyes, which was thin and light, but gave the young man's light and watery temperament a bit of enchantment.

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

In order to pray for blessings, many pilgrims think that bigger and more incense is better. In fact, it is not the case. Three sticks are enough, and you don’t even need to burn them. This is a notice that their temple has always posted.

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

"Amitabha, the Taihang Sacred Mountain is up there, so the young monk is polite. I can trouble the mountain god to clean up the fallen leaves for the young monk. In fact, it's just a joke. Please don't blame me..."

"Okay, old man, don't you feel awkward when someone who is not a literary person insists on speaking polite words? When you handed me the broom, you were very neat and tidy. I didn't see you being frightened." The young man looked back, his tone was light and a bit joking.

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

The old man laughed behind him, and another voice came.

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

"If you know it's not enough, then try your best to live a few more years, and sooner or later you will live until the day when you can understand everything." The young man shouted. If Qingyan is around, you will know that the mountain god is getting sick again.

Watching the young man enter the temple, the old monk sat back on the bamboo chair under the old Song tree. It was almost noon and the sun was scorching hot, even in the mountains. I just didn't expect that the existence that frightened those old guys in the Taihang Mountains looked like a girl.

He's quite polite and interesting. I thought he was an old man with two horns who doesn't show off his anger.

Soon, the bronze bell in the temple rang.

The bell rings loudly because distinguished guests are coming.

…………

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

Li Xi'an stood up.

Without worshiping, the living Buddha has not appeared, and he cannot bow to a Buddha statue. He only has three sticks of incense, and no pilgrims have come to the incense burner for a long time. Now, only his three sticks of incense stand alone on it.

"Almsgiver Nan, please come this way." A monk who looked very senior and senior led the way.

"Let's call him Mr. Li."

The monk was startled.

"Now I am born with the surname Li."

"In that case, almsgiver Li, please come this way." The monk turned sideways and bowed to lead the way without asking any more questions.

"That is to say, you have already expected that I will come." Li Xi'an listened to the monk's story.

The deer with seal characters was parked in the backyard of the temple, guarding the room where the temple presided over his death. Everyone had no choice but to wait for the arrival of the owner of the deer. When the monks observed the seal characters all over the sky running back to the clouds, back to the plate.

When I saw the figure sitting there, I began to guess when the Taihang God would visit.

"It's a pity that we don't practice enough in presiding over Nirvana, so it's difficult for us to communicate with living beings like you."

"When will you preside over the death?"

"Seven days ago, when dusk and night alternated." The monk said the Buddha's name, "The presiding uncle has the deepest cultivation among us. According to his cultivation, a hundred years old should be slightly old, not to mention the presiding uncle has not yet

It was his 100th birthday. He passed away too early."

After the monk finished speaking, he opened the courtyard door.

There was a banana tree planted in the backyard, which was as tall as a canopy. The deer with seal characters was lying at the door of a door. Seeing the young man's arrival, its round black eyes shimmered with light.

Li Xian sacrificed the bronze cauldron, and the deer returned to the cauldron without any resistance, turning into deer-shaped characters running inside.

Looking at this ancient bronze artifact, the monk's eyes unconsciously showed a hint of surprise, 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 by a refreshing fragrance, just like the natural aroma emitted by fine wood.

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

The monk was shocked. There was no sign of the abbot in the whole room. It had been a week since a normal person died, and it was still in the scorching heat. There was no stench of decay, which was a strange smell, but now there was no one there.

"Almsgiver Li, are all rising creatures like this?" the monk asked full of doubts.

"no."

The young man walked to the bedside and picked up a hard pearl and jade, which was completely black. He raised his hand and pointed the pearl and jade at the sun, and it suddenly showed colorful colors.

"Relic?" The monk couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

People who do not practice Buddhism have heard that the eminent monks who have attained enlightenment can obtain ceramic-like relics after they pass away and are cremated. However, just because the body disappears after passing away and is transformed into relics can be considered the first.

This hosts the whole self, not just the rise of the road back to the mountains.

Li Xi'an understood. Xiaolu's spirit had nowhere to go, because the person who gave this spirit was not only a spirit, but also a life. But why did he do this? There was no trace of this person in the young man's memory.

When it was a big snake, it was entrenched in the mountains and no monks could be seen.

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

Along with the relic is a book.

They were not ancient books. Although the ancient books Li Xi'an read had different contents, they were all carved from bamboo strips and connected with threads. This book was obviously a paper book with yellowing pages and some age.

Inside is a tale of ghosts and strange things.

Only one record had notes.

The fine print written by the host said this──

"There is a temple in Nanshan, where the Red Immortal sleeps. His eyes are like golden fire, and his body is like red steel. With the wind and rain blowing, it shines brightly on the people."

"Named Nanzhu."
Chapter completed!