Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bells startled the passenger ship
Ouyang Jingsong did not keep everyone waiting. Song Wan and Master had just stood still. After a while, a cloud of black smoke appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and Ouyang Jingsong's figure emerged.
Ouyang Jingsong's breakthrough was expected and reasonable for everyone. Everyone returned to Shao Xin's tent and planned to repair it for a while.
Shao Xin prepared a sumptuous lunch for everyone. Song Wan was naturally the most active during lunch time, sweeping across the entire dining table and once again impressing fellow foodie Ouyang Jingsong.
Life is like a play, with gatherings and separations, and parting again. Songwan has no sadness, but only longing, because the master has said that she and Sister Shao Xin are destined to meet again in the future.
Ouyang Jingsong broke through to the realm of the Demon Lord, and did not change due to the improvement of his realm. He is still suave, unrestrained and uninhibited, always walking at the forefront of the team.
According to Shao Xin, if we continue eastbound, we will see the famous Gusu City in front of us. There is an old saying: outside of Gusu City, Hanshan Temple, the bell rings at midnight to reach the passenger ship.
Gusu City can be said to be a place in the world where the beauty of heaven and earth converges, and a gathering place for cultivators in the world.
There are three major cultivation sects in the city, and there are also some casual cultivators. These cultivators are generally cultivators, and some are cultivators of demons. There is a trading market in the city, where they gather regularly to barter in exchange for some things they need.
There are also some special cultivators who live in the famous Hanshan Temple outside the city. They believe that people have an afterlife. They do good deeds and accumulate virtue. They specialize in cultivating the afterlife. The cultivating world calls them Buddhist cultivators.
In other areas, people who see people wielding swords and walking in the air generally treat them like gods, but in Gusu City, people have long been accustomed to wielding swords and weapons.
Song Wan and his party walked and walked, and finally arrived outside the city of Suzhou in one month. At this time, Song Wan felt as if she had been isolated from the world. When she saw the noisy crowd again, she felt a little like she was in another world, and she felt a little small. move.
Qingshui decided to let everyone repair outside the city for one night, and then went to the city early the next morning. He rented a fishing boat in the river outside the city and planned to make do with it for one night.
The fishing boat was swaying, the lights on the bow were flickering on and off, and the reflection on the water gave it a sense of mystery. A clear sound of chanting came from the temple in the distance.
Song Wan was bored listening to the chanting of scriptures. Just when she was about to fall asleep, two strange poems came to her ears: "The water in Canglang is clear, and I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, and I can wash my feet." "
Song Wan stood up and looked for the sound. A coquettish back figure came into view. The perfect back curve was clearly revealed in front of Song Wan's eyes. Three thousand green hairs were gently picked up by the water and rippling with the waves. Song Wan looked a little crazy. , at this moment, the two nondescript poems floated over again, "The water in Canglang is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, I can wash my feet."
This time Songwan heard it clearly. The voice was clearly that of Ouyang Jingsong. No wonder she felt it was nondescript.
"This "Song of Children" has been ruined," Song Wan couldn't help but mutter, and this muttering happened to disturb Ouyang Jingsong in the water.
"Who?" Ouyang Jingsong suddenly turned around, and Song Wan had already gotten into the awning boat. Ouyang Jingsong wondered if there was something wrong with him, and became suspicious.
In the middle of the night, Song Wan's little body was sleeping domineeringly in the middle of the cabin in the shape of a big character. Apeng curled up at her feet, Qing Shui stood upright at the stern of the boat, and Ouyang Jing's jade pillow lay leisurely on the bow.
Songwan was feeling very happy and dreaming sweetly when she suddenly heard the sound of bells.
The bell seemed to ring in her mind. Songwan, who was awakened by the bell, stood up in confusion. Unexpectedly, the awning boat shook a little at this time. Unprepared, Songwan ran headlong into the boat shed, thinking that she would definitely do it this time.
The appearance is broken.
Songwan, who closed her eyes and waited, did not bump into the boat shed. A fresh and warm breath hit her nostrils, and she knew it must be the master.
Opening her eyes, sure enough, before she had time to ask, the bell outside rang again. The sound was like a real sound, hitting Songwan's heart. Not only was she a little confused, she looked up and saw the master in front of her. She felt as if she had known him in her previous life.
Song Wan shook her head and finally brought her thoughts back to reality. She remembered that she was still in her master's arms and stood up quickly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"This is the midnight bell of the temple. There are twelve bells in total. Each bell contains different Taoist aggregates. You can appreciate it." Qing Shui's voice was still calm.
Song Wan naturally listened to the master's words. She closed her eyes, her consciousness captured the rhyme of the Tao, and she soon fell into trance.
Qing Shui couldn't help but sigh at such speed, Song Wan was really talented.
Song Wan felt that these Taoist rhymes were like living runes, carrying her own spiritual consciousness and moving and floating.
Time passes unknowingly, and the twelve bells sound like an interpretation of a person's life, with sadness and joy, magnificent waves, and finally all the light turns into clouds and smoke and goes away with the wind.
After the fugue, the first thing Songwan saw when she woke up was Ouyang Jingsong's face that had been enlarged countless times and needed to be beaten.
"Ah~" The two people's cries almost overlapped. Song Wan was frightened and kicked the unsuspecting Ouyang Jingsong in the lower abdomen.
Ouyang Jingsong wanted to improve his Qi Luck Kung Fu at this time, but it was too late. The gas valve was sealed and his Dantian was unable to use Kung Fu. He forcefully withstood Song Wan's blow and was kicked out of the boat canopy, falling into the water with a thud.
The breakfast time was spent amidst Ouyang Jingsong's rage and Song Wan's endless apologies. As a result, everyone except Song Wan was hungry.
"Master, where are we going today? Yesterday I saw many people climbing mountains. Let's go too and see the legendary Hanshan Temple, which is the source of the bell last night." Song Wan said about the bell that woke her up last night.
The sound can never be released.
Seeing that Song Wan was in high spirits, Qing Shui agreed.
Everyone sorted out their mood and continued to set off.
Looking up at the towering mountain peak in front of her, Song Wan felt frightened in her heart: "It's so high, it would take Lanlan Nianrenrenyue to climb up!"
Song Wan's unusual sigh was rewarded with a smile from Qing Shui and a wide-eyed look from Lanlan Rong.
Fortunately, everyone has become accustomed to trekking through mountains and rivers these days, so although the mountain in front of us is very good, the road is flat, and our ancestors have already trodden a path.
Looking at the winding and rugged mountain road in front of her, Song Wan couldn't help but think: "There are people coming and going here. There is no road in this world. When there are more people walking, it becomes a road."
It didn't take long for everyone to climb the mountain. Although this is the human world, Gusu City is extremely prosperous. Even if everyone uses magic, it is not amazing. Therefore, under Song Wan's strong request, Qing Shui used Shrinking Earth to Inch.
Taoism.
Everyone came to the top of the mountain and looked down at the mountain path at their feet. The clouds and mist were lingering, misty and lively, just like the residence of gods.
The temple gate is grand and spacious, and two welcoming pines stand proudly outside the gate, swaying in the wind. Looking at the bark of the trees, it seems that they are hundreds of years old.
There is a maple forest at the entrance of the temple. Hanshan Temple is also called Maple Bridge Temple. The red leaves in the maple forest are rustling and falling, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.
“As the maple leaves are falling over the Wujiang River, the ancient temple in Bishan is carrying the phoenix alone.
In the cold sky, birds descend from the rockside tower, and the remaining light shines on the pines outside the path where the monk returns.
There is no vulgar charm in the empty and quiet high studio, and there is no trace of Maitreya in the wild wind.
The small boat took advantage of the cold wave, and in my dream I heard the midnight bell." The scene outside the temple makes people can't help but hear this poem.
"I heard that Hanshan Temple is mainly divided into the Main Hall, the Sutra Collection Tower, the Bell Tower, the Stele Corridor, the Fengjiang Tower, and the Shuangzhong Pavilion. Among them, the most important ones are the Sutra Collection Tower, the Bell Tower, and the Shuangzhong Pavilion.
The Sutra Collection Building contains a collection of cultural heritage that has never been extinguished from ancient times. Until now, there are no outstanding and talented people among them, but most of them are Buddhists." Qingshui introduced with some emotion.
"In the bell tower is the treasure of Hanshan Temple, the ringing bell. It is also the best Buddhist bell in the world throughout the ages."
Listening to Qing Shui's introduction, Song Wan couldn't help but open her cute little mouth, looking at the majestic Hanshan Temple in front of her infatuatedly. Apeng next to her also made waves in her heart.
"Amitabha, I am delighted that distinguished guests have come from far away. I opened the temple door to welcome these distinguished guests." A vigorous and powerful voice penetrated the slightly cool air, making Song Wan feel dizzy, and she leaned lightly against the master.
On top of his body, Apeng's left hand Yulongyin supported the ground.
"Abbott, you're welcome. After three hundred years, the boy is back again. I came to the mountain gate to pay my respects." Qing Shui bowed respectfully.
Although I didn't know who was in the temple, the master saluted, and Song Wan and Apeng naturally followed. Only Ouyang Jingsong still stood proudly with the welcoming pine outside the door.
"Okay, okay, I am indeed right. The benefactor has made extraordinary achievements. Please come to the Main Hall to meet me." The vigorous voice said.
"Master, you are polite." Qingshui smiled slightly and led everyone directly to the main hall in the center.
The Mahavira Hall is found in many temples. It is mainly a place where monks in the temple perform rituals, gather to give lectures and classes, and where pilgrims worship Buddha and chant sutras.
Thinking about Qingshui and Ouyang Jingsong's cultivation, no matter where they go, even if they don't deliberately identify themselves, there will be people cheering and supporting them. Here, there is not even a monk to guide them, which makes Ouyang Jingsong a little dissatisfied.
"Humph, it's just a monk's nest. What's so noble about it? There's not even a guide." Ouyang Jingsong's sarcasm did not offend the man.
"Haha" the plain laughter slowly calmed down the anxiety and dissatisfaction in his heart. This made Ouyang Jingsong feel horrified and also became very interested in the people in the Main Hall.
You must know that in the world today, there are almost no people who can command Qing Shui's respect, and there are even fewer people with this level of skill.
Everyone passed through the spacious pavilion and corridor, and finally, the true face of the Main Hall appeared before everyone's eyes.
Arriving at the Main Hall, Ouyang Jingsong suddenly felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if thousands of needles were pricking his body at the same time. The demonic power in his body was running uncontrollably, and his body was exuding overwhelming demonic energy, mixed with strands of gold.
"Old monk, you are trying to be mysterious!" Ouyang Jingsong was a little angry, this was obviously directed at him.
A soft golden light emitted from the hall. The golden light in front of the hall shone everywhere, and it was sacred and peaceful. The only one who was discordant was Ouyang Jingsong. It was not that anyone was making things difficult for him, but that the Buddhist sect was dedicated to subduing demons. When they met their mortal enemies, the so-called enemies were particularly surprised when they met.
Jealous.
The golden light in the palace stimulated Ouyang Jingsong's body, and he naturally released his demonic power to resist.
At this moment, an even more dazzling golden light flashed across the hall and struck Ouyang Jingsong with lightning speed.
Ouyang Jingsong was prepared to be injured, but unexpectedly, the golden light hit his body, warm and peaceful, like the sunshine in spring, which naturally calmed down the demonic power in his body, and he was no longer rejected by this place.