"In the beginning of chaos, the universe began to be established. The light and clear air is the sky, and the heavy and turbid air is the earth. The sun, the moon and the five stars are called the seven political affairs; the heaven, the earth and the people are called the three talents. The sun is the sun of the sun. Zong, the moon is the sign of the yin..."
The sound is like an ice spring, low and clear.
In this small village thatched hut more than ten miles away from Bukong Mountain, a monk in a snow-white monk's robe recited in his mouth, his face as clear as jade, but a faint paleness appeared on his face.
This is really a humble cottage.
The roof is covered with thatch, and the tables and chairs in the house are of different heights, but they are all set with bound books, and seven or eight children ranging from five to twelve years old are sitting Behind the desk, listen intently.
It's just that after listening to it, there are still some things that I don't understand.
A fat man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who was closest to the monk blinked, then suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Master Shanzai, what does 'five stars' mean?"
Being interrupted suddenly, the monk did not show the slightest sullen look on his face, instead he smiled tolerantly and replied: "The five stars are the five stars in the sky, named 'Chenxing', 'Taibai', 'Yinghuo' The 'star', which corresponds to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, together with the sun and the moon, which symbolize yin and yang, are called 'seven politics'."
"Then what are the 'five elements'?"
Children are very curious and ask questions when they hear something they don't understand.
So the monk explained the origins of the "Five Elements" one by one. From beginning to end, there was no trace of impatience in his expression, and he appeared gentle and generous.
In this way, it is twilight outside without realizing it.
The monk received his scroll, and seeing that it was getting late, he was ready to end the class and go back to the mountain gate.
Before leaving, several children asked him if he would come tomorrow.
He smiled back, coming.
The elders in the village guessed the time to come to him, and wanted to invite him to stay for a fast meal. They had already accepted his kindness for coming to teach from afar, but the monk politely declined.
"Thank you for the kindness of the donor, but there are evening classes in the courtyard, so I won't stay here today, and the poor monk will come back another day."
Putting his hands together, he made a bow.
The silhouette of the monk was covered with a soft glow under the drowsy sunset outside, which made people doubt whether he was a real person or a god in the sky.
The old man who kept him from serving the fast food looked at him with pure respect in the eyes of an old man, and he also paid a salute following his appearance. Only then did he say "you have to work" and sent the person all the way to the entrance of the orphaned village to see the person.
Winter Mountain is like sleep.
These days, the weather has gotten a lot warmer, but the mountain range of Bukong Mountain is far north, so last night it was expected to be cold and windy, and a snow fell, covering the mountain with a thin patch.
Only the Bukong Mountain is still green and green.
The white-clad monk didn't hurry, he just walked in the gradually dim sky like ordinary people, and climbed over a few mountains before arriving at the direction of the mountain behind Bukong Mountain.
I just didn't think about it. Before he could go up the mountain, one person came down the mountain trail.
He was wearing the blue-gray monk robes worn by the little novice in the Zen courtyard. He was not very tall. He looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and his footsteps were still in a hurry.
It's a macro.
In the Zen courtyard, there are younger generations who are shorter than him.
When he saw the monk from a distance, his eyes lit up, and he waved to him: "Master Shunzai, Uncle Shanzai! The abbot is sending me to find you!"
The monk stopped on the mountain road.
In the cracks of the old stone steps with moss, there was still snow water that had just melted, soaked with dark green moss marks, and the wild chunlan on the edge of the steps opened its calyx to the other side of the stone steps.
He asked, "Why is the abbot looking for me?"
"You go to the village to teach them to read and write during the day. I'm afraid you don't know that there is a big event in the rivers and lakes, and it is also related to our Chanyuan."
Although Hongben practiced in the Chanyuan, he was still a child after all. When he talked about those bloody storms on the rivers and lakes, his eyes were filled with an obvious yearning and excitement.
"I heard from Uncle Shanming that there was a very powerful person from Pengshan, Gu or something, who found the descendant of Martial Sage. But, Uncle, guess what? The devil Shen Dujie is gone! Now there are winds and rains in the rivers and lakes, and the abbot has passed people to discuss matters in his room, and he also asked me to find you, uncle, please come over."
The descendants of Wu Sheng.
There is also the big devil Shen Du.
When the monk heard these names, his face suddenly became a little more stunned, and then he said: "Really..."
Hong Ben has only been in the Chanyuan not long ago, but he has always admired this uncle Shanzai, and he didn't realize anything wrong with him at the moment. He just blinked and asked curiously, "Uncle, what do you think? Is the devil really that powerful? Is it true that even the legendary Pengshan No. 1 Immortal can't beat him? He robbed the descendants of Wu Sheng, and what is he doing? Hall…”
Having said that, Hongben's heart suddenly jumped.
The incident at the Thousand Buddhas Hall was very tiring. The uncle punished the abbot and them. Not only was he punished in the precepts, but he also thought about the wall under the cliff for three whole days, and only came back yesterday.
For the disciples of the entire Tianji Temple, this is almost unimaginable.
The goodness in the eyes of most people, regardless of temperament or Buddhism and martial arts, is the best one in a thousand. It can be said that in their impression, he has nothing to do with punishment.
But this time...
The abbot's words were extremely serious.
What's more important is that the Thousand Buddha Hall was not only broken into, but also broken into twice.
As for whether he took anything away, Hongben doesn't know.
He only knew that as to whether something was stolen in the Thousand Buddha Hall, only a few people in Tianji Temple knew.
In fact, everyone is secretly guessing, what can be hidden in the Thousand Buddha Hall? It is nothing more than the three volumes of the Buddha's collection.
If something is stolen, it must be this one.
However, this matter is of great importance, and no matter how suspicious everyone is, there is no definite rumor.
Many people, including those in Jianghu, felt that their Chanyuan could not afford the consequences of the theft of the Buddha's treasure, so they deliberately concealed the matter and did not tell everyone the truth.
But these words should never have been said in front of Uncle Zenzai.
Hongben felt very regretful in his heart. Originally, he wanted to ask a bunch of things in his heart, but now he can't even ask them.
Fortunately, the monk did not get angry as easily as he feared, and even put away the little bit of strangeness just now.
He smiled faintly at Hongben and walked forward.
"Since the abbot is still waiting, it's better to hurry over to know how things are going."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Hongben breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly followed his footsteps and walked behind him, but seeing the slightly cold wind blowing, this white monk's robe was spotlessly clean in the darkened sky. The robes and robes floated gently, and couldn't help but yearn for it.
He seemed to remember that one of the masters in the courtyard had mentioned that the snow-white monk robe of Master Shanzai was a bit of an argument.
But what exactly was said, he forgot again.
Hongben felt a little frustrated, but he was still thinking about what happened this time, and with a bit of caution, he spoke again: "Master Shanzai, you said that the great devil is also a life parent. Yang, why are you so vicious? I heard that the people who escorted the son of Lou, except for the first immortal of Pengshan, all died, it is really pitiful... "
Pitiful
The monk raised his eyes and forgot a glance at this deep and dense ancient forest, and then caught a glimpse of the bamboo sea with thin waves at the foot of the mountain not far away. He remembered the clues and horses he had discovered, and about the first immortal of Na Pengshan. Rumors, only shook his head lightly.
"Innocent people are indeed pitiful."
"Eh?"
Hongben was stunned for a moment, only to think that Uncle Shanzai's words seemed to contain some deep meaning, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the words had no meaning at all.
Those who died were indeed innocent.
He was a little puzzled as to why he thought that Uncle Shanzai's words were wrong.
So he quickly chased after him.
This mountain road just turned a corner in front of it. One side of the road was a high cliff, and the other side of the road was the stretch of bamboo sea at the foot of the mountain.
The leaves are falling all over the ground, and no one has set foot on it for a long time.
When looking down from the heights, it is a piece of silence. The wind rustled through the bamboo forest. Where its branches and leaves overlap, one can vaguely see the outline of a bamboo hut.
But if you move your footsteps, you can't see it anymore.
Hongben suddenly remembered, as if he hadn't seen Uncle Zenzai go to the bamboo hut for a long time. He used to live there most of the time, because he didn't have to go back up the mountain, it was more convenient to go to the villages around Bukong Mountain. But since the accident at the Thousand Buddhas Hall, he has never seen him stay in that bamboo hut for one night, and even if he has passed by many times, he has never intended to enter.
Passing by this bamboo forest at the moment, he couldn't help but glance at the monk in front of him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw that he paused for a while when he was here, and glanced at the bamboo sea with a pair of gentle and forgiving eyes. At the bottom, it reflects the coming, silent night.
In the end it didn't go.
The monk withdrew his indifferent gaze, but still went up the mountain.
Not empty the top of the mountain, the Zen courtyard is majestic.
On Tiantian Cliff, the moon and stars are getting brighter.
Shen Du was still sitting behind the desk, the room was brightly lit, but it was not a lamp, but a big night pearl.
He already knew that the Buddha beads had hidden secrets.
It's just that it was really troublesome and slow to do my own research. After tossing for half an afternoon, I was still lazy after all, so I called Feng Xiao in to help.
This crying bag does not know any martial arts, and is sometimes more willful than his Taoist master, but he is quite unique in the five elements, gossip and arithmetic.
At this moment, he sat on the side and read a book, while Feng Xiao was playing with the Buddha beads.
This is an organ technique that has been lost many years ago, and the universe is all in a small bead. The wooden Buddha beads are engraved with pictures of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, each with a mark. As long as it is illuminated with a lens and a bright pearl, it can be imaged. There is also a book of secret characters, in which the characters are determined by the combination and arrangement of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams.
The technique itself, Shen Du did not know.
But it just so happened that there was such a cipher book on Jiantian Cliff, so he dared to sway and bring back the beads without hesitation.
As for letting Feng Xiao do the interpretation, he was not worried at all.
The other end was busy, but he himself was bored.
The book in his hand has almost been read, he closed it casually, his wandering eyes swayed around the table at will, and then landed on the envelope Feng Xiao had placed beside him before.
That letter from Tianji Temple.
On the seal of the envelope is a lacquer seal in the shape of a Buddha lotus, but there is not a word written on the surface.
He already knew the content.
It's just that the letter itself, it seems that I haven't read it yet.
Good monk Hui...
He dislikes this bald donkey. One is jealous of its strength, and the other is that he has a hatred of fighting with him that day, and perhaps because the monk he liked refused to go with him, he made him feel bad for the rest of the Tianji Temple. The monks were full of disgust.
But what kind of letter should this man write
Shen Du's mind changed, his mind moved, stared at the envelope for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand, about to take the letter and read it.
Unexpectedly, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.
He raised his eyebrows and gave Feng Xiao a wink: "Put it away for now, and I'll explain it later."
Feng Xiao was stunned, and when he looked back, he saw that Shen Du had withdrawn the hand that took the letter, and turned his eyes to the two closed doors of Donghui Pavilion.
So I knew someone was coming.
She stuck out her tongue, and also knew that what the Taoist had ordered her to do was very unusual, so she hurriedly packed all the things in front of her and hid them aside.
After a while, the sound of footsteps came to the door, and it was Yao Qing's voice: "Daoist, the invitation to the World Association was sent from the front of the cliff, and it was sent by Gu Zhao from Pengshan, saying that since the Lord claimed that he If you have no intention of being in the Buddha's possession, you will ask the Taoist master to gather at Xiefeng Mountain Villa in ten days."