"I'll take a break." Wusheng took a deep breath and moved his body a little.

"Don't be impatient and do your best."

Wusheng stood up and came outside, looked at the sunset with a nod, and hurriedly practiced. Now he urgently needed magic power, and he could practice a little bit.

"I'll go prepare dinner." Monk Wudiao looked at his master, got up and quickly left the hall.

Monk Kongxu stayed in the hall and recited scriptures silently.

But in a short while, the sunset sets down the mountain and the sky soon becomes dark.

The supper without annoyance is also ready, and it is called Emptiness and Wusheng.

"You go and eat first." After saying that, Monk Kongxu continued to recite scriptures.

Wusheng was so hungry that he came to the kitchen and ate a lot.

After dinner, he returned to the hall and continued to disperse the blood mist for Monk Kongkong. However, this time it was very short. In just a moment, the magic power in his body was exhausted and he could only stop and rest.

The sky outside gradually became darker, and a crescent moon hung on the treetops, the sky was high and the moonlight was bright.

Wusheng looked up outside and looked at the sky.

"Fortunately, there will be moonlight tonight."

With moonlight, the speed of practice will be faster.

That night, he practiced under the moon for a while, and then entered the hall to heal the abbot. This and this repeated, and before he knew it, the night passed by.

The next day, the sun rose.

Wusheng stood in the courtyard. As soon as the sun came out, the speed of practice became much faster.

Monk Kongxu carried Abbot Kongkong out of the hall, saying that the sunlight outside would help him recover.

Wusheng looked up at the sky, then looked at the abbot surrounded by blood mist, and he thought of a way to try it.

While visualizing, heal the abbot.

He was still standing, but with one hand, he was close to the Kong Kong Abbot who was covered in blood.

In the sky, the sun shines brightly, falling on him, with a brilliance.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Dharma body of the Great Sun Tathagata, the light of the light flowed. The magic power he consumed was quickly replenishing, and most of it entered the vast lake of magic power. The rest was transformed into Buddha light through his palms to display it, helping Monk Kongkong dispel the blood mist, urging his magic power to protect the body, and offset the erosion of the blood mist. In this way, most of the heat brought by the Great Sun during his practice dissipated.

While he was practicing and healing his wounds, he was unconsciously at the peak of the sky. However, he just felt that his body was warm and there was no other abnormality. If it were the usual time, he would have been unable to withstand the heat from the inside out and stopped practicing for such a long time.

Kongxu and Wudou were guarding each other, watching the blood mist swelling and dissipating under the Buddha's light, and knew that Wusheng's method was indeed effective.

Wusheng stood outside the yard for a whole day, until the sun set, and he stopped to take a break, ate something, stood quietly outside for a while, feeling the changes in his body. During this day, the magic power in his body increased very quickly. He found that after the experience of this red fog, his cultivation seemed to be a little faster than before.

At night, the waning moon is like a hook.

The magic power accumulated during the day was consumed for a short time, so I had to practice for two hours as I did last night, then heal the abbot, and then practice again, and the night passed.

Three days later, after Wusheng's Day and Night, most of the blood mist in Abbot Kong Kong's body had dissipated, but the person had not yet woken up. Wusheng could feel that the Abbot was still alive because his heart was still beating and very weak.

"Master, what is this thing you hanged for Master?" Wusheng pointed at the yellow light on Monk Kongk's chest.

He could feel that there was a strong Buddhist teaching in it. It was probably due to this small hanger that Kong Kong's abbot could live until now.

"The Buddha bone relics left by the monks in Lanruo Temple after they were transformed." Kongxu said.

"Is that true? Is there any more? I'll hang a few more for the abbot, and he should wake up faster."

"There is one in your master's body." Kongxu said.

"When the red fog came, I saw the Buddha light in the pagoda, and there should be a lot of Buddha bone relics inside, right?" Wusheng thought of the Buddha light emitted from the pagoda in the red fog.

"Those can't move!" Kongxu shook his head.

"Why?"

"Those pagodas are like Dinghai Shen Needles. With them, although the red fog is everywhere, it will not flood in a short period of time." Huxu said.

"Although the monks of Lanruo Temple have passed away, the Buddhist teachings they practiced have not yet dispersed and they still protect this place."

"Is that?" Wusheng turned his head and looked at the direction of the pagoda forest outside the temple, "Is that a monk?"

"Although the red fog has receded, it will come again in three years at the latest, and it will be even more serious." When he said this, the face of Monk Kongxu was full of worry.

"Why?"

"Because Lanruo Temple is already ruined, the power of Buddhism is getting weaker and weaker. No one in the world worships Buddha. Once this red fog appears, the power of Buddhism is getting weaker. The world at the foot of the mountain is getting more and more chaotic, and the right path is not prosperous, so the evil demons will naturally come out to cause chaos."

"What exactly are those red fogs, and why do they appear here?"

"It is rumored that a great demon appeared on Jinding Mountain, and was killed by a great practitioner. After its death, it was filled with blood mist, which was a hundred miles apart, and no grass was born. A monk passed by this place and saw the terror of the blood mist and was worried about the common people. He built a small temple here and practiced here, trying to resolve the blood mist with supreme Buddhism. That small temple was the predecessor of Lanruo Temple." Monk Kongxu was silent for a long time before speaking, telling the dusty history.

"Lanruo Temple has been through thousands of years, how many great monks have been able to achieve enlightenment, why hasn't the blood mist been resolved?" Wusheng was quite puzzled when he heard this.

"I don't know this. The inheritance of Lanruo Temple has been cut off, and it has been more than once. The one that nearly two hundred years ago was the most serious. It almost caused Lanruo Temple to disappear from the world. It was also from that time that the red fog became more and more powerful!" Hunv looked at the dilapidated temples around him, feeling helpless.

"In this way, this Lanruo Temple is really related to peace in the world?"

"Nature, you have also seen the terribleness of the red fog." Kongxu said, "If you let the endless spread, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Wusheng was silent for a long time.

In this way, these monks in Lanruo Temple are really worthy of admiration. In this deep mountain forest, they live a hard and barren life, risk their lives, and protect the peace in the world. No one knows or helps. Even if they die, no one knows it except the monks in the temple.

Just like the pagodas outside the temple, there are many orphans of eminent monks buried, what have they done, and who knows how much suffering they have suffered to suppress the red fog?

Not to mention people in the distance, even people in the village at the foot of the mountain do not know.
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