As everyone knows, there are three most prestigious places in the Sanjie Temple, namely the Demon Pagoda, the Tallinn and the Bodhishao Heart Wall.
Among them, the Bodhi Illumination Heart Wall is the most mysterious.
Outsiders cannot see it, and there are many legends about it in the temple.
Every day, many monks sit facing the wall, hoping to be like the eminent monks they admire, so that they can find their own opportunities through the wall.
But on this day, a Taoist man appeared in front of the heart wall of Bodhisattva, which attracted the attention of many monks.
Jing Yue looked at the mirror-like mirror wall, and his heart was very calm.
Yesterday, he followed the monk who came to call him into a meditation room, and Kongmiao sat on the futon and waited for him. When only he and Kongmiao were left in the room, the other party bowed to him and bowed deeply.
He asked Kongmiao why did he do this great gift
The other party replied: "Seven years ago, the cold cloud sect had a vision, and I felt the atmosphere of the ancestors. After that, the cold cloud sect invited guests widely, saying that the sect had a new and old ancestor who received the inheritance of Jingyuan Daozu. How can I guess? Can't find your identity?"
Jing Yue said with a smile: "The rebirth is unbelievable, the little monk doesn't seem to be surprised?"
His sudden joke made Kong Miao stunned, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his wise eyes, "There are all kinds of heaven, conceivable, unimaginable, all are your chance."
Jing Yue laughed loudly, "You little monk, you will tell me mysteriously too."
Kongmiao's eyes jumped, the first sentence "little monk" made him feel more cordial, the second sentence... he couldn't resist, right
He settled down and said: "If you want to discover your identity through the vision of the day, you must be a calamity-crossing cultivation base. Most of the people who had contact with the Taoist ancestors fell into the demon robbery. Apart from me, there is only one left. Your little disciple and the one from the Dragon Palace. And the few semi-sages who have had a festival with you in the demon world also do not exist in the world, and it is still difficult to detect the way of other demons."
Jingyue nodded slightly, "Longzu didn't bother to ask about the human race. My identity has no hidden dangers for the time being."
He paused for a while, then said again: "Yiye Yiye was not strong during the turbulent times of the demon robbery, and was forced to stay in the Cold Cloud Sect in the last battle. I heard that you were there at the time, can you tell me about it?"
Kong Miao was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Jingyue to suddenly mention that incident. He sighed, "I think the Taoist ancestors knew that the one who killed the demon saint with one sword was your second disciple."
Jing Yue nodded silently, and then listened to Kong Miao speak.
It turned out that 8,000 years ago, the Tao of Heaven suddenly became chaotic, and the demon clan elected the strongest person to be the demon saint. He led the demon army to break through the Jieshan Mountain, descended on the human world, and snatch the fate of the heavens, so that the human race was depressed and life was ruined.
The war lasted for ten years, during which countless great powers sacrificed, and the endless sect was destroyed. In the end, the human race designed to trap the demon saint in the Baizhanghai Ding Yaoshan. It was just a forgetfulness of returning to the virtual reality, and I don’t know what method was used to stimulate the sword that smashed the soul of the demon saint, and he was also exhausted. The lamp is withered, and the body is dead.
“I still remember that after that sword, Yiwang Daojun’s sword turned into ashes, but there was a ray of light that shot straight into the sky.” Kong Miao said solemnly, “Now that I think about it, it should be the sword soul of that sword.”
"If the sword has the soul of the sword, it is not an accident to kill the demon saint with one forgetting to return to the void."
Having said that, Jing Yue felt another stingy feeling in his heart.
After a long time, he sneered, "It really is the impermanence of heaven."
If it wants to mess up the world, it doesn't matter whether you are a human being, a demon, a monk or a mortal, you can't escape your destiny.
Only by soaring can we break through this day and be free from its control.
Kong Miao: "But there is always vitality in the Tao of Heaven. Perhaps the resurrection of the Taoist ancestors is the vitality left by the Tao of Heaven for our human race."
At the end of that night, Kongmiao very politely invited Jingyue to stay in the temple, saying that he was asking him to look at the Bodhisattva Heart Wall. Of course Jingyue would not refuse.
Therefore, he will appear here.
Thinking back then, that little baby in swaddling clothes had grown into the old monk who looked loyal and honest, but was actually full of thoughts, Jing Yue couldn't help laughing.
Although time has taken away something, it has also left something behind.
He only felt a sigh of relief in his heart, and it was rare to relax, so he slowly closed his eyes.
In the darkness, a light spot the size of a bean gradually emerged, and the light spot became bigger and brighter...
In a blink of an eye, the world has changed.
The sky was clear, and the sun shone on a green hillside.
Blossoming wild flowers are in full bloom, with a light fragrance, lingering around the nose.
A boy about six or seven years old was lying on the grass with a gray stone on his head. Go, it looks very comfortable.
An older boy came running not far away, and said to him, "Ajing, you don't herd the cows, and you're lazy and sleeping here again!"
Jingyue rolled over and sat up, his face was a little red, I don't know if it was from the sun or ashamed, "I was thinking about immortals. The village said that immortals once stepped on this stone!"
The young man sneered, "Then you sleep on a rock all day long, have you ever seen an immortal?"
Jingyue hesitated, he wanted to say that he could hear the gurgling sound of running water occasionally, which would always make him very comfortable. But he used to say this, and no one ever believed it, because those people couldn't hear it at all...
"Anyway, anyway, I want to be that fairy!"
The boy pulled him angrily, "Okay! Come with me, your mother is looking for you."
"But my cow still-"
Teenager: "Do you still remember your cow? Don't worry, Uncle Wang will help you drive back."
Jing Yue, who was pulled away, frequently looked back at the stone, feeling inexplicably lost, as if he had missed something extremely precious and even involved his fate.
But no matter how you look at it, it's just a stone.
Jing Yue shook his head, pouted and followed the boy.
When he got home, his widowed mother was waiting anxiously in the courtyard. When she saw him, she hurriedly said, "Yue'er, your grandmother is ill, go with your mother immediately!"
grandmother? He had only seen it once or twice in his memory, and he seemed to be a very kind old man
Before he could return to his senses, the man had been stuffed into a carriage.
When the carriage passed the mountain road, the old horse pulling the carriage was suddenly frightened and neighed all the way to the cliff!
Jingyue in the carriage was guarded by his mother, and he still stumbled, only to hear the driver outside shouting, "Jump!"
Jing Yue felt that his mother pushed him out, but the carriage was bumping too much, and before he and his mother jumped off the carriage, the carriage had already rolled over the cliff.
After that, Jing Yue lost consciousness.
When he woke up from the coma, he immediately smelled a stench, which was a mix of mud and blood.
Jing Yue felt a pain in his head, as if he had been stabbed by thousands of needles, and like he had been hit by a heavy hammer.
"mother?"
He called out softly, but no one answered.
"mother?!"
Jing Yue tried his best to push the person holding him, but the other person didn't move, but he could see his mother's face clearly.
As far back as he could remember, his mother was the most beautiful woman in the village. Everyone said that his mother was not like a village woman at all, but rather like a young lady from a big family in the city.
But now? Her eyes were bulging and her skull was deformed. How could she still see her original appearance
His mother is dead.
Realizing this, Jing Yue couldn't help shrinking back and shivering.
What about him? Why should he be left alone to live
Despair and fear eroded him like a poison, spreading from the meridians to the internal organs, and even made him forget the pain in his body.
Jing Yue couldn't hold it any longer, his eyes darkened and he fainted again.
When he woke up again, he was rescued by a peasant family.
The family asked Lang Zhong to show him, and they were relieved when they were told that he was just a flesh wound.
Lang Zhong handled it briefly for him and left, leaving only a couple, and five or six and a half children of different sizes curiously surrounding him in front of his bed.
It turned out that the man was a hunter. When he was hunting in the mountains, he found the wrecked carriage. Seeing that Jingyue was still angry in the carriage, he took him back to the village.
When the host saw him awake, he asked him where he was from, what his name was, and why he fell off the cliff
Jingyue answered one by one, but he couldn't remember where he came from and where he was going? The male owner was helpless and could only let him recuperate at home.
After half a month, Jing Yue's injury gradually improved, but he could no longer live.
Although the family who rescued him was kind-hearted, their family was too burdened to support another Jingyue.
So one morning, Jing Yue took some dry food prepared for him by the male master, as well as five hundred copper coins, and left the village alone.
When he reached the entrance of the village, he looked back at the small village where the smoke curled up, and only felt that there was no place for him.
When he came to the county town after many twists and turns, he had already eaten all the dry food on him, and there was not a single penny left in the five hundred yuan.
At this time, it was autumn, and it rained for several days in the city, and the temperature became cooler and colder every day.
Jingyue was hungry, his clothes were thin, and he was not completely healed. Under the compulsion of hunger and cold, he developed a high fever one night, and the fire caused the personnel to not know.
But Jingyue's life is very big, and there is always someone to help when his life is on the line.
In the past, his mother was protecting him, and then there was the hunter's family, and now he has encountered a group of beggars.
At that time, the ruined temple he was lying in happened to be the stronghold of a group of beggars in the city. When they came back, they found Jingyue who was half-dead, and they worked together to think of some earthly ways to rescue him.
When Jingyue gradually improved, he joined the army of beggars without any support. Because of his flexible mind, able to recognize a few words, and good-looking, he soon became the backbone of the business among beggars, and was deeply welcomed by beggars.
Occasionally, they will get together to daydream. Although the reality is difficult, there is always a wish. What if it's a ghost
For example, at this moment, a little beggar stared directly at a certain table in the snack stall. There was more than half a bowl of porridge left on the table, and there was a meat bun with only one bite, which was left over by a father and son.
The little beggar swallowed his saliva and said, "What if I were the son of the stall owner?"
"What's so good about the son of the stall owner, I'll be the young master instead!"
"What's so great about being a young master? It's good to be a master! The family is surrounded by beautiful maids and thousands of acres of fertile land."
"Hmph, if you want me, I'll be the emperor on the Golden Palace. I heard that the poles in the emperor's house are all made of gold!"
"What does the emperor want a pole for?"
"He, he likes poles, doesn't he?"
One person asked, "Hey, Ajing, what do you want to do?"
"Me? I want to be a fairy."
Everyone giggled and shook into a ball, just thinking he was joking.
Year after year, Jingyue gradually grew up, and the group of beggars also developed from the county seat to the Fucheng, and took root in the Fucheng.
On this day, Yang Dashan's family in the city made porridge again. The Yang family's porridge is not only good rice, but also has a lot of weight, and they never dislike their status as beggars, so everyone has eaten their fill and rested in the ruined temple contentedly.
One person said: "I heard that Yang Dashan's family was the first to open a bank, and the whole Wei country was full of his family's bank."
Another person said: "It's more than that! There are also gold shops, cloth clothes, medicine shops, restaurants..."
"It's not an exaggeration to say that the Yang family is rich enough to be an enemy of the country?" A beggar rarely made an idiom.
When Jing Yue heard this, his heart moved, "The Yang family is so rich, aren't they afraid of being watched by others?"
"I heard that the current prefect received the favor of the Yang family back then, and with his protection, who would dare to touch the Yang family?"
Jing Yue rested his head on his hand, disapproving in his heart.
After all, the Yang family is borrowing the power of others. The variables are too large, can they really deter others
Not long after the Lantern Festival, the city held a lantern festival as usual. But something happened on the Lantern Festival. This Fucheng in the south is full of small river bridges. One bridge collapsed because it was too old to bear the weight of too many people.
At that time, Jingyue and his brothers were begging by the river. Seeing that many people fell into the river, he instinctively jumped into the river to save them. It was freezing cold and Jingyue was freezing enough, but he still saved three people, one of whom happened to be the young master of the Yang family.
This time, with the help of righteousness, Jing Yue's life, which seemed to be hopeless, was redeemed.
In order to thank him, Yang Dashan took him and a group of beggars back home, and made a new deed for them, letting them run errands with the stewards.
From then on, they no longer have to be hungry or frozen, let alone sell their dignity for a bite of food.
Jing Yue is grateful and works very hard. Accidentally noticed by Yang Dashan, who thought he was a malleable talent, he found someone to teach him literacy and arithmetic, and decided to focus on training him.
Jing Yue originally thought that he would stay in the Yang family for the rest of his life, and in the future, as the right-hand man of the young master, he would strive to conquer the world for the Yang family.
But when he was sixteen years old, the prefect in the city was suddenly convicted and sentenced to prison. On the day the news reached the Yang family, he was brought to Yang Dashan.
"Jingyue, I have watched you grow up in these years. You are a good boy, and you are grateful. Now I have something I want to give you to do. This matter is related to the life and death of our Yang family. The only way back for the Yang family, there is no need to mention the hardships, are you willing?"
Yang Dashan had deep nicks on his brows, and his words were full of solemnity.
"I do." Jing Yue did not hesitate.
He accepted the other party's great kindness, and even if the Yang family asked him to die, he would not frown.
After that, Yang Dashan placed him on a charge and expelled him from the Yang family. But secretly, he handed over some manpower and a large amount of money to him to develop in a neighboring city with a new identity.
Two years later, Jingyue became an adult, but the Yang family was framed by the new prefect. Not only was he fined and confiscated of his entire property, but the adult man was sentenced to beheading, and even women, children, and children were implicated, either exiled or made into slavery.
At the same time, Jingyue received a secret letter from the Yang family, telling him not to rescue him, he must hide it, and when the wind passes, he will rescue the living members of the Yang family and take good care of him.
On the day of the beheading, Jingyue disguised himself as a beggar and mixed in with the people watching the fun.
He saw Yang Dashan, the young master who was thirteen years old, and the big housekeeper who had given him a lot of advice, as well as many familiar faces.
The order was thrown out, and the guillotine fell.
The ground in Caishikou was covered with the blood of the Yang family, Jing Yue lowered his eyes and left silently.
Half a year later, Jing Yue moved to the capital with the Yang family he rescued.
They opened a teahouse in the capital. Due to the elegant environment and unique snacks, the business of the teahouse is very good.
On this day, Jing Yue was sitting in the private room on the third floor, looking out the window at Chang'an Avenue. Beside Yang Dashanren's three-year-old nephew, biting the snack, he said, "I will also be a high-ranking official in the future."
His mother smiled and asked, "Why?"
"Being a high-ranking official will allow Daddy and Uncle to survive."
The woman was silent.
The little nephew didn't get his mother's compliment, so he pouted and asked Jing Yue, "Brother Jing, what do you want to do?"
Jing Yue smiled. When he was a beggar, his companions had asked the same question, and he replied that he wanted to be a god. However, he is no longer as innocent as he was then, and his daydreaming thoughts are buried deep in his heart. He thought, if there are gods in the world, why do good people like the Yang family fail to die
"Me? I just want to take good care of you and grow up."
I just want to be free from being pushed around.
The author has something to say: Little Theater
——
Jingjing: I just don't want to be pushed around
Jiji: The flag is set up again, come on, the music starts, accompany me to count down, Jingjing charges 50%...
Jingjing: What about your ultimate move
Jiji: Jiji accumulates 1/1000... ..