Youzhou was the northernmost state and county in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it was also the coldest place in the entire Central Plains.
It is said that people who live in Youbei, because of the freezing weather in winter, when they speak, it is easy to form ice and snow, and they may not be able to hear when they are standing next to each other, so they have to go home and cook slowly to listen. This legend comes from a temple in Youbei. Over time, this temple was called Zhuxue by everyone, which also became the origin of Zhuxue Temple.
The Daxiong Hall of Zhuoxue Temple stands in the center of the temple. There are three gates in front of the hall. There are three golden statues in the hall, one is Sakyamuni, the other is Kasyapa, and the other is Ananda. A light yellow futon, and there was no one on the futon at this time.
There is a hut on the side of the Daxiong Palace, where Master Yunxia lives all year round.
It was getting dark, and there were snowflakes outside the hall.
There is a small stove in Master Yunxia's room, and a small pot is placed on the stove. There is some residual tea in the pot. There is a little bit of hot air on the top of the pot, and the sound of bubbling water can be heard inside. A withered and yellow hand picked up the teapot and poured out half of the tea, leaving half in the pot.
Putting the tea to his mouth, he took a sip. It was a bit bland. It seemed that the residual tea had already lost its flavor after boiling for a long time. Fragrance can be regarded as a very delicious taste in the world."
With the falling snow falling outside the house, Master Yunxia slowly tasted a cup of residual tea, then got up and went outside, reached out to catch a few snowflakes, her eyes were in her arms, and she seemed to put all her thoughts in the snow and mist with her eyes closed .
"Listen to the wind."
"Cook snow."
"Remember the past."
Master Yunxia sighed leisurely.
"More than a dozen years ago, Han Yeke came to drink tea as wine, and the bamboo stove boiled the fire to remove the redness. What about today? Is the mountain gate open? The talk is exhausted, and the tea is exhausted. What about the future of Zhuxue Temple? "
Lift your legs and walk into the Daxiong Palace without closing the door.
The falling snow outside the door swept into the hall with the cold wind blowing, the dim light fluttered and fluttered, and four or five candles were extinguished one after another.
Sighing again, Master Yunxia looked sad and hesitated.
After a cup of tea, when he left, when he looked up, the golden statue in front of him unexpectedly showed a vision!
The corners of the golden statue's eyes unexpectedly had faint bloodstains, the bloodstain from one eye was scarlet and eye-catching, and the bloodstain from the other eye was dark purple and gloomy.
Looking at the bloodied golden statue, Master Yunxia's face became even colder. The hands inserted in the sleeves of the cassock quickly crossed their calculations, and finally exhaled deeply.
After a while, all the monks in the Zhuxue Temple received a letter from the abbot, "From tonight, the Zhuxue Temple will be closed and the mountain will be closed. Without the order of the abbot, no one is allowed to leave the gate of the temple, and no one is allowed to step into the gate of the temple." All the disciples in the temple will devote themselves to cultivating the Buddha, enter meditation and retreat, and within ten years, Zhuxue Temple will no longer participate in any affairs in the realm of self-cultivation."
The letter to seal the mountain was the highest-ranked Golden Cicada Order of Zhuxue Temple.
The content is also the most stringent, and the order will only be issued at the most critical time, in the impression of this generation of monks. For a hundred years, this level of closure order has never been issued. Even when the first emperor exterminated Buddhism, Zhuoxue Temple never closed the mountain for ten years, nor refused all matters in the cultivation world. This is almost equivalent to breaking away from the world and the world of practice.
But this is the golden cicada mantra jointly issued by the abbot and Master Yunxia, and the monks of Quanzhuxue Temple must execute it.
Standing right in front of the Daxiong Palace, the abbot of Zhuoxue Temple looked at the snow in the distance, and said slowly, "Do you think closing the mountain can avoid this disaster?"
Master Yunxia stood beside the abbot, "I don't know if I can avoid it, but I know that opening the door to welcome guests will definitely bring Zhuxue Temple into a situation where it will never be restored."
"The bleeding of the golden statue has given us a clear warning, and we cannot ignore it." Master Yunxia said here, feeling a little depressed, "Brother, do you think I am willing to make this decision? I just deduced it, and the guest tonight , is my old friend, and I have an extraordinary karma connection with me. Closing the door is cutting karma, and Buddhist practitioners in my generation pay more attention to karma, if it is not extremely urgent, I will definitely not do this."
The abbot turned his head, stretched out his hand from the cassock and patted Master Yunxia on the shoulder, "Junior brother has a heart, Zhuxue Temple's Qianqiu foundation cannot be lost because of you and me."
"I understand the truth, so I can make up my mind."
Cicada Mountain Zhuxue Temple under the night.
There was a creaking sound of the door closing.
The road up the mountain was covered with falling snow, and the bell at that time became the dead silence at this time.
On the climbing stone ladder of Chanshan Mountain, Ye Que and a group of more than a dozen people walked towards Zhuxue Temple step by step. Lei Tianyou was still carrying Guan Shu on his back, but Hongdou unexpectedly climbed onto Ye Que's back 'shamelessly', in the pretense of making him apologize, and also said that he was sleepy and unwilling to walk.
These days, Ye Que has nothing to do with the red beans. A few days ago, he could scare her and want to do it, but even if he really did it now, he might not be able to beat her. Knowing Hongdou's true identity, Ye Que had no intention of fighting her.
And he finally knew why Hongdou said that she didn't look young at the time. According to the calculations of the Dragon Clan, she was indeed just a young girl, an underage little dragon girl.
But according to human calculations, she might be close to a hundred years old.
But Ye Que is not a normal person, his physical age is less than twenty years old, and he is still a young man, but don't forget that his heart is already over a hundred years old. Seriously, he is also an old man through and through. At least at the heart level, he is an old man.
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No one is taking advantage of each other.
Ye Que is thinking about it, he can carry it on his back, it can be heavy, at most it is carrying a dragon on his back, he is a practitioner of the Star Brilliance Realm, and he is also carrying the secret method of the heavenly book, so he is afraid of such a small thing.
Think about it another way, most people don't have this opportunity yet.
This is a real little dragon girl!
The mountain road under the night is dark and deep, and it's barren mountains and mountains. It's pitch black when you look up, and it's pitch black when you look down. Ye Que is fine, but the young female disciples in Fenglei Pavilion are already a little terrified.
These dozen or so female disciples, when counted carefully, most of them are going out to practice for the first time.
The first time was the most dangerous trial, which never came back. It was okay at first, but as time went on, the fear in my heart would become more and more intense. Fortunately, Lei Tianyou woke up once during the day, and there was another With Ye Que and Hongdou two masters by his side, if there was only one male disciple, Guan Shuheng, maybe these people would dare to go forward now.
"Junior Brother Guan, how long will we be there? It's already dark, so we're not going the wrong way?" Someone questioned in a low voice.
"I also feel a little creepy. I can't see anything in front of me. Are we going the right way?"
"I can't hold it anymore."
After all, female disciples are not as good as male disciples. After running around for a whole day, no matter in terms of true energy, physical strength or mental strength, they are almost reaching their limit.
Guan Shuheng lifted Lei Tianyou's body up, then carefully observed the surrounding situation, and then contemplated for a long time before he said uncertainly, "Senior sisters, please hold on a little longer, according to the elder brother's instructions. Tell me, we shouldn't have gone the wrong way, the Zhuxue Temple is in front of us."
"Everyone look at your feet, the road is slippery on a snowy night, don't fall down, everyone try to support each other as much as possible, and take care of each other."
Although the road is slippery on a snowy night, the snow can also reflect some faint light, which is definitely not as good as the full moon, but it is definitely much better than some dim stars.
With a goal in mind and worrying about Lei Tianyou's injury, the group of female disciples finally gritted their teeth and raised their legs again to climb towards the top of the mountain step by step.
In the twilight, more than a dozen figures walked forward among the Chanshan Mountains, the wilderness was lonely, the night was silent, only a faint panting sound.
When this group of female disciples was about to be exhausted, a huge ancient temple group finally appeared in front of everyone. At this time, the temple was covered with a layer of light white gauze by falling snow, which can be seen from the appearance. There are people cleaning up and repairing it every day, and faintly, an infinite coercion comes from the temple.
"The Supreme Formation of the Buddha Sect!"
"It seems that we have come to the right place. The Buddhist cultivators here must be of extraordinary strength. This mountain gate alone is somewhat extraordinary." The female disciple walking in the front said excitedly.
"Junior Brother Guan, hurry up and knock on the door, we can't hold on any longer."
After making an apologetic gesture to his senior sisters, Guan Shuheng quickly walked a few steps towards the gate of the temple. In fact, he was also very tired, and even more tired than the others, but there was no way, Fenglei Pavilion, Now he is the only male disciple, so he must take responsibility.
"Clang clang clang!"
There were three dull knocks, the sound was not loud, Guan Shuheng didn't seem to want to disturb others, and maybe he thought it was impolite to use too much force, so he only knocked three times.
Everyone was waiting outside the temple gate, and the snow on their heads was getting bigger and bigger.
After half a day, there was no movement in the temple.
"Junior brother, knock a few more times."
"Put harder. It's late at night after all. Maybe the masters of Zhuxue Temple have already entered meditation practice or fell asleep to rest."
Looking back at his senior sister, Guan Shuheng hesitated for a moment, and even put his ear to the temple gate to listen. After confirming that there were no footsteps, he gritted his teeth and knocked three more times, this time the sound was a little louder than before. But still dull.
The sound of knocking on the door echoed in the cicada mountain, but it seemed to be completely absorbed by the snow, and it disappeared without a trace.
After waiting for another quarter of an hour, there was still no movement. This time, even Ye Que's expression was a bit puzzled. Originally, he followed Guan Shuheng to come here on a temporary basis, thinking of sending the group of disciples in trouble from the Fenglei Pavilion to a safe place. It's not too late to go, but now it seems that there are twists and turns.
"Get out of the way, let me try."
A hand was stretched out from behind Guan Shuheng, it turned out that it was his senior sister who finally couldn't wait any longer and wanted to knock on the door herself.
"Bang bang bang!"
There was a loud slamming sound on the door, and the girl came up with all her strength. She didn't think about being polite or impolite at all. She couldn't hold on any longer. Who could worry about that.