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Everything in the world happens due to fate, and many unintentional words are closer to the truth.

This is called Yin Yang Village. It is simple to say that it is all created by a tree king.

That's right, that's the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. People say that men are crazy about men and women are crazy about women, and women are no less infatuated than men.

This matter needs to be explained clearly. Turning up the pages, you have to turn through several old almanacs. After all, it happened thousands of years ago.

The wood ghost is a locust tree, which is not a derogatory term. In the eyes of secular people, the locust tree symbolizes wealth, longevity, and prosperous officialdom. It has spiritual and auspicious meanings. It is one of the trees that should not be cut down if one is ashamed of one's family, has been rich for three generations, and has been poor for three generations. one.

Many common people and dignitaries will plant a locust tree in their courtyard. To talk about this, we have to talk about it from thousands of years ago. In a small village, there was an old scholar who came from all over the country. A famous private school teacher, he has a talented and bright student. Although he is exempted from all fees due to his poor family, he still needs his teacher's constant relief and financial support to continue to complete his studies. It is really difficult for children from poor families to want to study. It’s difficult. For generations, our ancestors have been digging in the soil with their backs to the sky and their faces facing the loess. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, the income is limited.

As spring goes and autumn comes, and the cold and summer pass by, that little schoolboy has grown into a gentle, gentle, well-educated young man.

The heat is unbearable this year, so I wear the uniforms issued by the college and enjoy the coolness under the large locust tree planted by my ancestors at home. I read articles by sages and drink a cup of camellia I picked myself.

The talent and learning displayed by this young man are remarkable. How do you say that? His residence is still the same courtyard as before, but now there are no white people in the family. There are scholars who talk and laugh. He often meets friends under the big locust tree and talks freely. He has some sage principles, treats his friends sincerely, and has the style of an academic gentleman.

Time flies by like this, and the weak-headed boy grows into a handsome, handsome and handsome young man. White clothes are better than snow, and there are also book boys. Even the residential courtyards have long been demolished and rebuilt. Everything is kept simple, the original plan is retained, and the materials used are more particular. They appear to be the same, but they are actually different.

From a child to a weakling, to a high-spirited person, to a crowd of friends, to a frustrated ending. Every step I take is growing under the watchful eye of that locust tree. Although not every day, we still see each other once every few years.

This scholar has always been devoted to new knowledge in his old age, and he is a person of the same mind in all his dealings. Many great Confucians gathered under the big locust tree and sat on the ground to discuss Taoism. With the baptism of awe-inspiring aura, this locust tree is also transforming. Time is the thing that cannot withstand the consumption. A few decades later, this place has become the ancestral home of a large family. It has the blessing of blessing and good luck. It can be regarded as a positive result of cultivation, overcoming tribulation and transforming into success.

This is not just as Xiao Zhao Yun guessed, it is really a drama of a talented man matching a beautiful woman, but in the end the bride is indeed not this locust tree spirit. She may be a human being who has different paths, frustrated in love, and proud in the Taoist field. By chance, this A level that originally took thousands of years to break through was broken so easily. Transforming from a great demon to a demon king was as simple as divine help. The Demon King is comparable in strength to the Nascent Soul stage, but has poor attack ability. He is good at weaving dreams and arranging illusion formations. The stronger the person, the more he has to train his mind. The drama that goes on every day in Yin Yang Village is actually a closed mind training game.

This locust tree uses this to peer into the human heart and human nature, thereby making up for its own shortcomings on the road. And those who agree with it will get a locust leaf as a mark, which will increase some illusory luck and luck. It's just that no one has ever seen this leaf that was considered a chance. Suddenly an old friend comes to mind. Looking back at the mountains and rivers, it is already winter. If we can enjoy the snow together one day, we will have a white head together in this life. However, the old man is accompanied by the new one. I am walking alone in the vast winter snow. The white head can no longer be replaced by snow. Why should we meet again? acquaintance. Even if it's not you for the rest of my life, a journey through the mountains and rivers is enough, don't think about it, don't disturb it.

The next trip of the six-person group seemed to go much smoother. Instead of following the map, they went directly to Fanyin Temple. How can I put it, this temple is not only a little bigger than Gaoshan Temple, but also has various majestic halls, and even There were many monks everywhere, but the little monk Wuchen only stayed for half a day and left after a cursory tour.

In the words of the little monk Wuchen himself, this Fanyin Temple is no longer a place for monks to practice meditation, but a place to harbor filth and evil, and is responsible for the purity of Buddhism. Most of the monks in Fanyin Temple are no different from ordinary mortals. They no longer have any Buddha nature in their bodies, and their whole bodies smell like copper. If things go on like this, Fanyin Temple will lose the blessing of the Buddha and lose believers, and will eventually become an abandoned temple.

No wonder Tianji Sect looked down upon what the monk had done. He was really just a mouse droppings that spoiled the whole pot of porridge. The feng shui luck in this area is definitely not very good. Next, if you follow the planned route, you will inevitably encounter some things. When camping in the wilderness, you encountered a wild ghost looking for trouble and suddenly appeared. It was really scary to the unprepared people. No one expected that when you were looking at the stars, blowing the cool breeze, and enjoying the future, a pale little face floated in front of your eyes, bringing with it a storm of evil wind. Array.

A "Ghost!" sounded in this empty wilderness.

The half-grown children were originally frightened by this. Again, the things you can see are not scary at all, the things you can’t see are all based on your imagination, and you scare yourself.

After the initial fear, when the scary ghost appeared again, the Wuchen little monk, who had already figured it out, took off his cassock and covered his head.

The ghost energy in the little ghost's body was quickly dissipated by the Buddha nature on the cassock. He was scratching here and there with uncomfortable movements and expressions.

After about one stick of incense, the little monk Wuchen put his cassock back on his body. The scary little ghost head had turned into a translucent white soul floating in place.

"Amitabha, humans and ghosts follow different paths, and they have reached the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible. The cause and effect has come out, and you should go where you should go." The little monk Wuchen persuaded the soul.

"Oh! Oh! It's getting dark and it's getting late. It's time to go back, otherwise my family will be worried." The still confused soul woke up.

"…………." The young monk Wuchen sat on the ground and recited the Rebirth Mantra, which only took one time.

The white soul began to fade away, going where it should go without any struggle.

"Where is that ghost, the little monk?" Xiao Zhao Yun asked for everyone.

"I have been saved by the little monk and reincarnated." The little monk Wuchen replied.

"Ah! Is it that simple?" Although Xiao Zhao Yun didn't see the details clearly, he at least got a general idea.

"Well, I eliminated his resentment and care for him, leaving only Wugou's soul to be reincarnated." The little monk Wuchen only gave a general outline, but the specific explanation was not something that could be explained clearly in one or two sentences.