But at the end, Zhixiang took him out of the back door of Qinglong Temple and walked on a small mountain road towards the top of Qinglong Mountain. Jiang Chen frowned and said, "Why, Master Qiushui is not in the temple?"

Zhixiang nodded and said, "Yes, although this temple is open to the world and is a great merit, monks need to be purified after all. The teacher and several uncles are both people who love quietness and have always lived in the small temple on the top of the mountain. We generally call it "Xiao Qinglong Temple"." After that, he smiled slightly and revealed two white teeth.

The general nodded silently, and said nothing, followed Zhixiang to the top of Qinglong Mountain.

Although Qinglong Mountain is not as tall as Tongtian Peak of Tongtian Sect, it is definitely not low. The Qinglong Temple they came out just now was already halfway up the mountain, but after they walked up, they walked for half an hour before they saw the plaque of Xiao Qinglong Temple.

From the outside, Xiao Qinglong Temple can indeed be called a small word. The courtyard that can only be entered and exited three times is far from the magnificent Qinglong Temple on the mountain. However, it is far from the world. I saw the surrounding pines and bamboos, densely packed in forests. The mountain wind blows by and the loose bamboos shake. The indescribable quiet and elegant feeling is a different feeling compared to the lively atmosphere at the foot of the mountain.

The general was recovering from his injuries. After walking so many roads, he was sweating slightly on his forehead. He now rested for a while. Looking back, he saw the incense in Qinglong Temple in the middle of the mountain, floating in strands. Even though he was so far away, he could see clearly. There was a faint voice in the middle of the mountain, and the pious and solemn meaning was indescribable.

The general looked away for a while and was stunned. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he turned around. Zhixiang nodded and took him into Xiaoqinglong Temple.

This place is much simpler than the foot of the mountain. The two of them walked through the middle Buddhist temple, turned two turns to the right, and walked into the back hall, and there were three pure meditation rooms. Zhixiang walked forward and said aloud to the door of the middle meditation room: "Master, the general, donor has come."

An old but kind voice immediately sounded in the Zen room, saying, "Please come in!"

Zhixiang turned around and made a gesture to Jiangchen. Jiangchen hesitated for a moment and walked into the house. Seeing Zhixiang's foothold stopped outside, it seemed that he had no intention of going in together.

When he walked into the Zen room, he looked around. The meditation room was simple and unpretentious, and all the decorations were almost exactly the same as the one he was recuperating from the mountain. And today, when the abbot of Qinglong Temple was down, Master Qiushui, was sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"You are here." Master Qiushui said with a calm voice and smiled.

Somehow, facing this monk, Jiang Chen's originally turbulent heart quickly subsided, took a deep breath, and nodded and said, "Yes."

Master Qiushui looked at him carefully, and looked at him carefully from top to bottom. His eyes were flashing with strange compassion and light, and the beads in his hand also turned gently, and after a while, he said, "You should have something to ask me?"

The general nodded immediately and said, "Yes, I'm very surprised, why did Qinglong Temple take the risk of turning against the Tongtian Sect to save me, and why are you..."

He asked anxiously and spoke very quickly, but only halfway through the question, he stopped involuntarily. Master Qiushui stretched out his right hand and stopped in the air, blocking him from continuing.

At the top of Qinglong Mountain, Xiaoqinglong Temple, and outside the quiet Zen room, there was a knock on the door.

Master Qiushui raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Is it a wise star? Come in!"

Zhi responded to the voice and walked over to Master Qiushui to salute him. Seeing that there seemed to be a hint of worry on his face, he said, "Master, it has been a whole day and a night, and he has not come out yet."

Master Qiushui shook his head and said, "The evil fate of the past life and the love and hatred of the lifetime are so easy to see and let go!"

Zhixiang was united and whispered: "Yes." Then he frowned and said to Master Qiushui, "Master, I am worried that there is a "jade ice plate" in the hut. Although it can protect Master Qiushui's Dharma body immortal, the cold ice energy is very harmful to ordinary people. Moreover, he will seriously injured and recover from the donor, and his mind is in chaos and painful. What if he falls into something... the root of the disease, how can we be worthy of Master Qiushui's death explanation?"

Master Qiushui said lightly: "It's okay. I used the ascension to protect his heart meridians yesterday. In addition, his own practice, although the cold air is poisonous, I think it's okay."

After hearing this, Zhixiang breathed a sigh of relief and closed his mouth: "So that's the case, I feel relieved."

Master Qiushui nodded, looked at Zhixiang at the same time, and said, "I see that you are very caring about this donor. Although you, Master Qiushui, had an explanation on your deathbed, you seem to have a different look at him for yourself!"

Zhixiang smiled and said, "Master's wise eyes are indeed the case."

As he said that, he seemed to recall the past, sighed and said, "To be honest, Master said, since he first met with the donor, ten years have passed in a hurry. Over the past ten years, my disciples may have made some progress in their Buddhist practice, but they have almost no changes in their life. However, this donor, seeing his life, the storm, ups and downs, great sorrows, great grievances, grudges, loves and hatreds, and the Buddha said that all the sufferings were all."

Master Qiushui was slightly moved and closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name lightly.

Zhixiang said again: "I once thought that this donor had also replaced him with his body when he was late at night. Imagine that all kinds of pain happened to my disciples. Unfortunately, my disciples were not very knowledgeable about Buddhism and were frightened. The Buddha said that the body and skin are nothing but dust after all, but this mind is only one of the ways of enlightenment. Whenever I think about this, I think of the donor's life ups and downs, and now I can still hold on. I really admire him."

Speaking of this, Zhixiang suddenly changed his expression, but he knelt down to Master Qiushui.

Master Qiushui was stunned and said, "Why are you?"

Zhixiang whispered: "Master is above, and my disciples practice less and have not understood much in Buddhism. But I really can't bear to be suffering from the inner demons like the donor. I hope that my master can use great supernatural powers to pass on his power with my Buddha's boundless magic power; use Buddhist compassion to transform his anger and help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering of my inner demons. This is also a great merit. The best is to be kind to heaven, and the next can also comfort the deceased Master Qiu Shui. Master is merciful!"

After saying that, he leaned on the ground with both hands and bowed three times in a row.

Master Qiushui shook his head and sighed, "Idiot! Idiot! You know that your words are actually a precept of anger. Besides, it is not that the teacher is unwilling to transform this person, but that he has experienced many difficulties and his life is ups and downs. Today, his mind is already as firm as a rock. No ordinary person can shake his heart. As the saying goes, Buddha is in the heart of people, and all sentient beings have Buddha fate. In the future, they will fall into the sea of ​​suffering, or turn back to the Pure Land, all of them are in his mind. We cannot exert it on him."

Zhixiang stood up slowly, lowered his head and closed his tens, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but he still whispered: "Yes, I understand."

Puhong pondered for a moment and said, "You should go to the cottage behind to see him. Although the cold air in the room should be fine, with his current body, it is not a good thing not to enter the water and rice day and night."

Zhi responded, calmed down, walked out of the house, and just as he opened the door and wanted to go out, he suddenly saw a person standing outside the door, and the sun shone in from behind the man's back. The man's face was in a shadow, and he couldn't see his face clearly for a moment.

Zhixiang was shocked and took a step back. Only then did he see clearly that Jiang Chen had arrived at the door outside the house at some point and stood silently. He didn't see him for a day and a night. Jiang Chen seemed to have no tired look, but his face had turned very pale, his eyes were covered with blood, and he was afraid that he had never closed his eyes that night.

When he saw that it was Zhixiang, Jiangchen's mouth moved and slowly nodded to Zhixiang. Zhixiang was stunned for a moment and returned the favor with him. Jiangchen then slowly walked in and stood opposite Master Qiushui.

Master Qiushui was still sitting cross-legged on the meditation bed, holding a rosary in his hand, constantly turning. Seeing that the general wanted to speak but stopped, he was not surprised and said to Zhixiang indifferently: "Put the chair for the little donor, and you should sit down too!"

Zhixiang agreed, dragged the chair over to Jiangchen and sat aside himself.

Master Qiushui was silent for a moment and said, "What do you have to ask me now? Just ask me."

Jiang Chen's eyes seemed a little unstable, as if his state of mind had not been subdued yet. After a while, he heard him whisper: "Why do you Qinglong Temple want to save me?"

Master Qiushui combined and said, "Everything has its own fruits and causes. The donor has today's bumpy situation. There are many evil consequences planted by the junior brother Qiushui of Qinglong Temple back then. Since this is the case, Qinglong Temple cannot be saved by death."

The general snorted and said, "You are not afraid that the Tongtian Sect will turn against you if you do this?"

Master Qiushui smiled slightly and said, "I'm afraid."

When the general heard that he was so straightforward, he was surprised and said, "Then you still..."

Master Qiushui shook his head and said, "Qinglong Temple has been in good communication with the Tongtian Sect for generations, and the ancestors of all generations have scolded each other and should not be destroyed at will. That's why I asked them to wrap a black suit and snatch you back without leaving any trace."

The general sneered: "Ruyun, the masters of Tongtian Sect, what if you reveal your traces?"

Master Qiushui said lightly: "I asked them to hide their traces because they were both sects and were unwilling to have conflicts between the two sects. This was the worst way to do this. But if it was indeed accidental, it was nothing. To save the donor, you would have to turn your back."

The general stared at Master Qiushui and said in a deep voice: "What the hell are you trying to save me so desperately?"

Master Qiushui was silent this time, but the general did not ask questions, but just stared at him.

Jiang Chen's breathing voice became louder and louder, his chest was undulating, and his expression changed rapidly. Suddenly, he seemed to have made some decision, turned around suddenly, strode out, and listened to his footsteps and walked towards the last hut.

Zhixiang's face changed drastically and he said in surprise: "Master!"

Master Qiushui shook his head slowly, with an indescribable sense of sorrow on his face, and whispered: "Let him go! Things in the world are so hard, how many people can see it? Amitabha..."

He closed his tens gently and silently recited it. In the room, it suddenly became silent.

Quite serene!

The morning bell, the evening drum, the Qinglong Mountain is bathed in the misty clouds, from the rising sun to the remaining clouds in the evening, the wind and clouds in the sky are changing, white clouds and green dogs roll by, and time has never stopped for anyone.
Chapter completed!