Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Ding Xiang was startled and immediately thought of this possibility.

The Xiaobai that Sister Mei refers to is White Snake. It is born with spirituality. If it had not been reincarnated for thousands of years, it might have ridden on the wind and clouds and turned into a dragon.

Today is a special day. People are missing their deceased relatives. Wouldn’t Xiaobai?

"I'm going to Tianzhu Temple. Sister Mei, please worry about things here." Ding Xiang hung up the phone and ran away to Qiantang.

"Hey, I'll go with you." Xu Xiaobei chased after him.

Hecheng is not far from Qiantang, but it's not too close either, less than a hundred kilometers from the first line. If you drive, you'll be there in a few hours.

But if Ding Xiang takes out the Six Void Wheel Wheel and chants the Wheel Sutra, the space can be transformed in just one thought, and she can reach Qiantang in just a few breaths. Although it consumes a lot of mana, with her current cultivation level, she can still afford this amount of mana.

But Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai are definitely not that fast, especially Xiao Hei, who climbs slowly. The only way to speed up is to walk by water.

Hecheng's water network is densely covered, extending in all directions to the west, and through the Grand Canal, you can reach Qiantang first.

The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal goes north from Qiantang and forms two branches after passing Tangqi. One goes eastward and enters Hecheng, and the other goes north through the two towns of Xinshi and Lianshi in Jiancheng, and then eastward into Hecheng.

The location of Wutongju is right in the middle of two tributaries.

"Xiao Bei, let's split up. You take the east line of the canal, I'll take the west line, and we'll meet at Tangqi." Ding Xiang made a quick decision.

"Okay." Xu Xiaobei agreed, and the two of them separated.

……

"Amitabha!"

Wuhua had just finished cleaning the yard and opened the door of Tianzhu Temple. She saw two little things lying on the bluestone outside the door.

He recognized that white snake, it was the fate of Zhi Ren years ago.

But there was a three-legged turtle next to him, which made Wuhua quite curious.

Tianzhu Temple is a sacred place for Buddhism and has a golden light protector. The two little guys couldn't get in and were running around in a hurry.

When Wuhua saw Xiaobai, she immediately understood its purpose and was quite emotional. Then she sang a Buddha's name, picked them up, and took them into the temple.

On the high slope of the backyard, there is a pavilion with an osmanthus tree next to it.

Wu Hua remembered clearly that three years ago, Li Muchen came to Tianzhu Temple, and Zhi Ren drank tea with him in this pavilion. The two of them drank tea and watched the lake. Li Muchen borrowed Qian Wanggong, and then Bailong fell out of the well. The disaster occurred, and Zhiren sacrificed himself in order to save the eight million people in Qiantang.

Of course, Wuhua didn't resent Li Muchen.

Thousands of years of reincarnation have finally come to an end. This is the fate of Zhi Ren.

Wu Hua did not practice Taoism well enough to see clearly whether Master had become a Buddha, but he knew that Master had achieved liberation.

A pagoda was built next to the osmanthus tree, and the relics of Zhiren were enshrined in the pagoda.

This is a hexagonal five-story brick tower, very exquisite. Although it is newly built, the bricks used are all ancient bricks stored in Tianzhu Temple.

The tower is not high and stands on the hillside with a humble attitude. Together with the Baochu Pagoda in the east and the Leifeng Pagoda in the south, it watches over Qiantang Lake.

The morning sun shines from the treetops in the east, casting a long shadow on the tower. Each ancient brick is engraved with stories of time, layer upon layer, as if Zhi Ren has gone through thousands of years of reincarnation.

In the distance, Qiantang Lake was still covered with mist and rain from last night.

Wuhua put down the white snake and the little turtle and said: "Master's relic is here. If you miss him, take a good look. And the lake, in the mist and rain that fills the lake, is like the flowers blooming that year. hour."

The white snake slithered up and climbed up the stupa. She wrapped her body tightly around the stupa, as if she was hugging her lover. Even the sun was ashamed of her entanglement. She hid behind the leaves and blinked secretly through the gaps. .

The little turtle was lying on the ground, shaking his little head, his little eyes moving around, looking left and right, as if he didn't quite understand what was going on.

Wuhua gently picked up the little turtle, put it in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile: "You won't understand. How can someone who has never experienced it understand?"

The little turtle raised his head and looked at Wuhua's face.

Wuhua's eyes were filled with compassion and a hint of melancholy, just like the misty rain on the lake in the distance.

Suddenly, a sound of "Amitabha" came.

A monk wearing purple Zen clothes walked into the courtyard.

"I asked where the evil spirit in the world-famous Tianzhu Temple came from. It turned out to be these two little demons!"

"Amitabha!" Wuhua held the turtle in one hand and saluted with a single palm in the other hand, "Good morning, Master Huihang. These two little guys have some connection with our temple. They are not ordinary little monsters."

It turned out that Huihang was Monk Yunshui who came to Tianzhu Temple to register. Since he was from Putuo and had a high seniority, Wuhua naturally respected him very much.

"Origin? What is the origin?" Huihang asked.

"This is a long story, and it is related to the privacy of my master. I am inconvenient to talk about it. Please forgive me, master."

"Can't you say it?" Huihang sneered, "Huh, you don't dare to say it, right?"

Wu Hua was stunned: "Why did Master say that?"

"Tianzhu is a holy land of Buddhism. The golden light protects the temple. Ghosts and gods cannot invade. How did the monsters get in? I think you raised it privately? Huh, I heard that the respected master Zhiren is also a senior monk of the generation. How can there be a disciple like you? And or……"

Huihang glanced at the three-legged turtle in Wuhua's hand, and then at the white snake on the tower, "The demon has become a phenomenon, and it will take hundreds of years to develop it. Judging from your young age, you must not have this ability, then your master Zhi Have you tolerated it?!"

Wuhua frowned slightly: "No! Master Huihang misunderstood. He was not raised by me, nor by my master, but he did have some special fate with my master. You can ask Mr. Li Muchen from Hecheng about this matter. He knows best."

Wuhua originally wanted to move Li Muchen out to solve the problem. With Li Muchen's current reputation, the other party should not know about it.

Unexpectedly, when Huihang heard the three words "Li Muchen", he suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha, he is indeed in the company of monsters. I heard that Li Muchen imitated the Buddha and preached under the sycamore tree. What he said was deviant and rebellious. Madman. There are rumors in the world that he has entered the devil's path and was expelled from the school by Tiandu. If you collude with such people, no wonder you raise demons in the temple."

The more Wu Hua heard, the more something was wrong. After practicing for many years, the anger that had long since disappeared started to rise again.

But Zhiren's stupa is right next to it, and the power of peace is faintly coming from the tower, covering hundreds of miles of earth.

Wuhua took a deep breath and replied calmly: "What the master thinks, I can't control it. If the master doesn't like our temple, please come back."

"Kick someone out after I expose him? Hey, it's not that easy!" Huihang sneered.

"How are you doing, Master?"

"Hmph, you colluded with the devil and raised monsters. You and this temple should have been thrown into ashes. In the name of Tianzhu and the Buddha, I will leave this temple and your life behind. I will only leave these two little monsters. Take your master's relics to the Purple Bamboo Forest to purify the evil spirit."

Wu Hua finally understood that Huihang was not trying to get rid of the demons, but was clearly greedy for the aura of these two little demons. Although Buddhist practice does not rely on external objects, this kind of spiritual demon can easily be refined into a great medicine for practice. It is something that practitioners dream of, and Buddhists are inevitably greedy.

And he wanted to take away the master's relics, which showed his greed even more.

I'm afraid that if he comes here to place an order, his heart is not pure.