Jade Emperor Order of the Nine Soul Coffin

Nanwugu Zhongnanwuyuan, Nanwuyuan Zhongnanwuyuan, and Nanwuyuan Zhongnanwushan.Thousands of Buddhas cultivate in front of Qianfo Mountain, and thousands of Buddhas sing the Dharma Huayan together.

Nanwu Temple was built at the bottom of Nanwu Valley. When the morning sun pierced through the clouds and mist, it reflected on the Thousand Buddha Rock, and the golden light on the Thousand Buddha Rock was everywhere, just like the light of Buddha shining everywhere.

Zen Master Minghai pushed the tea in front of him to Xiao Muyu, and said with a smile, "This benefactor has already cultivated so much at such a young age. The poor monk has practiced for 500 years, and he still can't match him. He is really talented from generation to generation!"

Zixuan likes to hear others praise Xiao Muyu the most, and Wen Yan said proudly, "Of course, Mumu is even more powerful!" Among the immortal cultivators in the world, they are very famous, why do they want to protect those four monsters today?"

Feng Jiu interrupted and said, "Is there a need to ask? You belong to the same group!" Mu Xuefeng rubbed him, and lightly reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense!" Shangguan Xue'er also said, "Feng Jiu, be careful, the reputation of Zen Master Minghai is beyond me. I've heard it before, he won't be this kind of person."

Ming Hai looked in the direction of Qianfoyan, sighed and said, "What this benefactor said is not wrong." Feng Jiu said triumphantly, "Let me tell you!" Xiao Muyu glared at him, Feng Jiu immediately became honest, He continued, "Let me ask Zen master to explain."

Ming Hai took out a yellowed booklet from his sleeve, handed it to Xiao Muyu and said, "This is left by my master, Zen Master Xuankong, you will know it after reading it." Xiao Muyu took it, but did not open it, looking at it. Ming Hai said, "What I want to know is what has never been recorded." Ming Hai laughed loudly and said, "The benefactor is smart, and the poor monk admires him." Then, he told those past events one by one.

One thousand and two hundred years ago, Xuan Kong, who was still a young novice, went to the mountain to collect medicine, and rescued a seriously injured person under a cliff.It took him nine years and two tigers to get that man to Nanwuyuan, but the master said that he was hopeless.

He didn't believe it, so he gave the man the soul-returning grass he had just picked.After a day and a night, he finally woke up, and the first thing he said when he woke up was "Palace Master!"

Xuan Kong checked the pulse for him, but found that this person was not a mortal pulse, but he didn't point it out, "What's your name? Where did you come from? Why did you fall under the cliff?"

The man looked at him and asked, "Where is this place?" Xuankong said, "This is Nanwugu, the little monk's name is Xuankong." The man closed his eyes for a moment, then untied his clothes and looked at the black patch on his chest. It took a long time to say, "You go out first, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Xuankong walked to the door, turned around and asked, "You can always tell me your name?" "Qing Muxuan" he said.Xuankong said, "Master Qing, the little monk is right outside the door, if you feel uncomfortable, you can call me at any time."

That day, he waited outside the door until the moon was in the sky, but Qing Muxuan didn't call him.However, after all, he was worried and pushed open the door, only to see Qing Muxuan lying on the couch with bare shoulders, unconscious.

He hastily fed the man another dose of medicine, and when he was dressing him, his fingertips accidentally touched his firm chest. That was the first time he knew what emotion was.

The next day, after Qing Muxuan woke up, he just said "Thank you." Xuankong sighed, "Donor, you can no longer exercise your vitality. , the faster it invades the veins." Qing Muxuan said "hmm" and stopped talking, Xuankong seemed to see a light in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

From then on, he discovered that Qing Muxuan had a habit. Every night, he would sit on the highest pilgrimage peak in Nanwu Valley and look at the sky in the northeast without interruption.

Finally one day, Xuan Kong couldn't help asking him, "Where is that starry sky where you came from?" He didn't answer for a long time.Just when Xuankong thought he would not answer, he said, "There is someone I love."

Xuankong was silent, that night, he tasted the taste of wine for the first time, and also knew the feeling of sadness for the first time.

Xuankong did not elaborate on what happened that night, and the only record was a few words. He was drunk, and I was drunk too. I don’t remember what happened that night, but I remember the name he called out, “Palace Master, Palace Master!" I thought, it must be a princess who is as beautiful as a fairy, otherwise, how can I be worthy of him?

The teacup in Xiao Muyu's hand was shattered into pieces, and half a cup of clear tea spilled on the ground.Qing Muxuan, Qinglong Mu Zixuan, it really was him.

Ming Hai asked, "Benefactor, is that person an old acquaintance?" Xiao Muyu nodded and looked at Zixuan, the little guy kept his head down, Xiao Muyu knew that he thought of Qinglong.

He shook Zi Xuan's hand, and said softly, "Zi Xuan, you still remember him, don't you?"

He remembered that when Qinglong came back, he asked why he came back late?Qinglong smiled and took out Tongxuan from his arms.He liked it very much at the time, so he took Tong Xuan and went to find Xiao Muyu.But he didn't expect that Qinglong was injured.

Xiao Muyu asked Ming Hai, "What happened next?" Ming Hai twisted the rosary in his hand, and continued, "Later, he left, and he left for 200 years."

After he left, Xuankong began to practice Buddhism hard. Every day, the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns, scriptures and scriptures continued, his state of mind became more and more refined, and his cultivation level continued to improve. It took only 200 years to reach the peak of Zhongtian Nine Layers.

200 years later, Zen Master Shiku, the abbot of Nanwu Valley, passed away. Before his death, he passed the position of head to him.After becoming the head abbot, he has many things to deal with, no longer just blue lanterns, Buddha and scriptures every day.

However, every sunset, he would still sit silently on the peak of the pilgrimage, looking at the sky in the northeast, as if waiting for someone to return.

Until that day, he finally came back.

The author has something to say: statement!statement!statement!

Nanwu is pronounced as name but not nanwu!

Misunderstanding!