Volume 3 The Troubled Autumn Chapter 55 Master Qishan

There are many elders in Lanke Temple, some in charge of precepts and some in charge of the Zen monastery. When Long Qing shined in arguing here, he was admired by one of the elders. However, the real elders in this ancient temple, or rather, did not add

Any prefix can let the listener know whose elder he is talking about. There is always only one person. - < Shuhai Pavilion > - Net.

Elder Qishan is the most senior person in Xuankong Temple and even in the whole world of cultivation. He is taller than Qu Ni Madi and even half a generation older than the headmaster of Xiling. Except for the special place like the academy, most people in the world

Everyone must behave like a disciple in front of him.

No one knows how old this Buddhist great man is now. Some people infer from the famous conversation between him and the headmaster of the Xiling Temple that he was already over a hundred years old. And interestingly enough, the question of that famous conversation was broken.

, but it was the elder Qishan and the headmaster who guessed the master’s age.

There are rumors in the spiritual community that Elder Qishan is the illegitimate son of the former chief lecturer of Xuankong Temple a hundred years ago. Of course, no one dares to ask him for confirmation, or even mention it, so the rumors will always remain just rumors.

But the reason why Elder Qishan is truly respected by the entire spiritual community is not just because of his seniority or awe-inspiring life experience, but because of his noble virtues.

Decades ago, the southern part of the mainland encountered a terrible flood. The rivers roared and overflowed, and the turbid waves submerged countless fertile fields. River embankments in various countries were destroyed one after another, flooding the swamps. The situation was extremely dangerous.

Master Qishan, who was still the abbot of Lanke Temple at that time, led the monks in the temple and went out to Washan to provide disaster relief, carrying dozens of carts of food and medicine that had been accumulated for many years. He distributed porridge and powdered medicine along the way and saved countless victims. Master Qishan became ill from overwork.

, and contracted corpse poison while handling the remains of victims, and almost became seriously ill.

The great swamp, which holds countless rivers, was gradually about to lose its support. Especially the levee towards Kangzhou in the Southern Jin Dynasty was in danger, and one night there were signs of a dyke collapse.

Master Qishan was in Kangzhou at the time. When he saw this situation, he didn't care about his serious illness. He took off his monk's clothes and jumped into the lake. With unimaginable cultivation and willpower, he stopped in front of the long embankment that was about to collapse and persisted for an entire day.

One night.

In the early morning of the next day, the Talisman masters from the Southern Jin Dynasty Jiange and the Xiling Temple arrived in Kangzhou. The situation slowed down a bit, and Master Qishan finally walked out of the turbulent waves. He fell unconscious as soon as he landed on the shore.

The most important thing about the flood that year was that night, that long night when Master Qishan took the place of the embankment. Kangzhou behind the embankment and the most important fertile land in the Southern Jin Dynasty were extremely lucky to be saved.

It was equivalent to the entire Southern Jin Dynasty and even half of the continent being saved.

After this night, Master Qishan's reputation shook the world. Whether it was the willpower he showed at that time or his powerful cultivation state, everyone was amazed and admired him.

However, he also paid an extremely heavy price for this. The amazing skills he acquired after decades of hard training in Lanke Temple were completely exhausted and he suffered extremely serious injuries. Even if he resumed his practice after recovering from his illness, he would not be able to

It is impossible to return to the state of its heyday.

In the legends of the spiritual world, Master Qishan should be the most promising practitioner before the Sword Saint Liu Bai, who has the greatest hope of breaking through the five realms and even becoming a saint. Unfortunately, from then on, he had to stay outside that threshold forever.

, can no longer touch the realm above the human world.

Hundreds of millions of people in the spiritual world and the world, remembering Master Qishan's great kindness, their respect for him has not weakened at all, but has become more sincere, even decades later, it is still the case.

In the Song Dynasty, Master Liansheng lost his wife. He wrote a memorial poem on a rainy night and then began to travel around the world. He came to Washan to stay at Lanke Temple. While lying quietly in the back hall, he accidentally listened to an old monk talking about the story of Buddhism, and he began to understand Buddhism.

reason.

That old monk is Master Qishan.

A few years later, Liansheng returned from the wilderness in the far west. He was endowed with the true meaning of Xuankong Temple. He refused the invitation of Xiling Temple and gently stroked the broken black hair on his head in front of an old monk, officially entering Buddhism.

That old monk is also Master Qishan.

Later, Liansheng lived in seclusion in a hut in the mountains behind Lanke Temple for two years. At that time, his level of cultivation had already far surpassed that of Master Qishan, but he respected him very much, treating him as half a teacher and half a friend.

Another year during the Bon Festival meeting, the demon sect bloodbathed Ke Temple and killed all the righteous practitioners who attended the meeting, but did very little harm to the monks in the temple. Now that I think about it, it was naturally because of Master Qishan.

Naturally, Ning Que and Sang Sang came to Lanke Temple not to participate in the Ullan Festival, nor to discuss with other countries on behalf of the Tang Dynasty about the deserted people going south. It didn't even have anything to do with the legend of the invasion of the underworld. He came to treat illnesses.

The person he was looking for was none other than Master Qishan.

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The black carriage stopped in front of the mountain road. Ning Que looked at the looming temples in the mountain forest, looked at the stone Buddha statue on the stone flat at the back peak of Washan Mountain, and thought about Master Qishan, and felt a little strange.

Having inherited the fragments of Liansheng's consciousness after his death, he could clearly feel what a remarkable figure the elder of Lanke Temple, who had lived in seclusion for decades, was.

Truly great people naturally have something unique about them. Ning Que didn't know what the special likes and dislikes of Master Qishan were. A Buddhist senior with high moral character, logically speaking, his temperament should be compassionate and gentle, but

He still carefully reminded himself to maintain enough respect and be prepared.

How can you keep a low profile? What preparations should you make?

He had made some cosmetic modifications to the black carriage, and it still looked as black as ever, but it had become much dirtier, dusty and greasy, and it actually looked like a big black umbrella.

The big black horse was also covered in dirt by him, and he even used earth-brown tree paint to smear it all over its body. He still looked like a handsome man in the wilderness, and looked extremely miserable.

This was Ning Que's preparation. No matter how desolate it looked, he was prepared to come. He had even prepared a handkerchief with ginger juice and a small skin bag filled with blood. He planned to prepare some food before meeting Master Qishan.

She used powder from Chan Kam Kee to make Sangsang's little face even paler. After meeting Master Qishan, she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief to make her eye circles red, squeezed the blood sac and pretended to cough up blood. I didn't believe that the great Buddhist master could bear it.

Turn a blind eye.

Who dares to be worse than me?

If someone really dared to be more miserable than him and Sangsang, he probably really made that person miserable.

At this moment, a young monk slowly walked up the mountain road.

The monk's face was dark and his expression was calm and calm.

However, when he saw the dilapidated black carriage and the big black horse that looked completely different from the rumors at the entrance of the mountain pass, the tranquility and calmness on his face was suddenly shattered into countless pieces of shock, and then he fell to the ground.

He walked to the carriage, looked at Ning Que through the window, and said helplessly: "How can you hide this from the master? How can the master be such a person, and Mr. Thirteen needs to spend such effort?"

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(There is still one chapter left, and I will try to get it out before half past twelve.)
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