Jinding Cave Sky, Floating Creek Island, and the Lihen Courtyard.
Xie Heng's innate soul in the sea of chaotic consciousness closed his eyes tightly, like a porcelain that could break at any time.
The irregular-shaped white jade that was originally held in the hand of the innate Yuan Soul has now turned into a piece of precious jade with a faint black and yellow luster, which is quietly attached to Yuan Soul's forehead. It is wrapped with a ray of gold. The Buddha's light slowly healed the terrifying cracks all over his body.
After a long time, the terrifying cracks on the soul completely disappeared. The soul was shaken, and the jade flew back into his hand.
Suddenly, Yuan Po opened his eyes, and a voice came from his mouth, awakening Xie Heng.
But for some reason, even though he had regained consciousness, there was still darkness in front of him. He tried desperately to open his eyes and look around, but was shocked to find that his eyelids were still closed and he could not open them.
Then, he subconsciously moved his mouth and shouted hoarsely and slightly:
"water……"
"ah!"
Suddenly, a voice came from the side. This voice was different from usual, but it seemed as if it had been heard before. It was somewhat familiar. There was a bit of surprise and sob in the tone of the voice, and it shouted:
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and a moment later there were footsteps approaching quickly, walking up to Xie Heng.
Xie Heng struggled to open his eyes again, but somehow, this time, all the strength in his body completely disappeared, and he could only vaguely see two familiar figures squatting beside him.
"water……"
Xie Heng whispered again.
This time, Xiaobai understood.
"Quick, get some water, hurry up."
Xiaobai shouted.
The footsteps were hurried, running back and forth. After a while, someone came running, and then a slightly cool hand carefully lifted Xie Heng's head, and something like the rim of a bowl was placed against his lips.
The cool water touched his chapped lips. The muscles on Xie Heng's face moved. He opened his mouth with great effort and drank the water in one sip.
The clear water entered the throat, like sweet spring spilling into dry land, and immediately relieved the burning pain.
Xie Heng felt relieved, and immediately felt tired, and fell asleep again.
"Xiao Daojun, Xiaodao Jun!"
"Uncle, uncle, you don't want to die. Wuwuwu."
When Xiaobai saw this, he was even more shocked and kept shaking Xie Heng's body.
"Fellow Taoist Xiaobai, Qingmu Tong'er, don't be anxious. Let the young monk check your veins for Taoist Xie Heng."
Hearing Xiaobai's call, Monk Kongchan was also stunned. He immediately came over to feel Xie Heng's pulse, and at the same time, a ray of spiritual consciousness entered his body to check.
After a while, Monk Kongchan breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"It's okay. He was injured too seriously and was exhausted."
"Fortunately, the innate soul in Taoist Brother Xie Heng's sea of chaotic consciousness has basically recovered to its original state, and the soul around his body can also travel around the world on his own. After some rest, he should wake up."
As soon as Monk Kongchan said this, Qingmu and Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief. The two little guys even planned to take turns taking care of Xie Heng.
After Xie Heng fell asleep, half a month passed in the blink of an eye. In his sleep, he seemed to see many people. Taoist Mingyu from Qingyang Palace, Donghua and Qingmu, and all the living beings in Shangguan Yun and Jinguan City.
Suddenly, among these figures, Shu Cang's figure suddenly appeared, sitting on the wall of Jinguan City, looking at himself with a smile, and said mockingly:
"Little bastard, do you want revenge? Or do you want to save the people in this city?"
Then, the scene changed, and a huge flood swept through Jinguan City. In an instant, the entire city turned into a swamp. Cries for help came and went, and shouts and curses were heard endlessly.
"Why, why don't you save me? Aren't you a god? Why don't you save me."
A middle-aged man who was constantly rising and falling in the monstrous flood cursed loudly. After a while, there was no sound.
"Master Immortal, please save my child. Please, he has just been born."
Suddenly, a young mother appeared in front of Xie Heng. With her weak body, she struggled to support herself in the monstrous flood, and brought her crying baby to Xie Heng, praying to be saved.
My own newborn child.
Just when Xie Heng was about to reach out and rescue the baby, a big wave hit, and the young mother and the infant baby disappeared in the raging flood in an instant.
"No, don't."
Xie Heng looked at the baby disappearing in front of him and shouted anxiously.
At this time, Xie Heng's ears heard the voice of Daojun Xuancheng.
"Heng'er, remember my Kunlun ancestral precepts: protect the spirit and love all living beings. Do you remember it?"
"Heng'er, protect your spirit and love all living beings, have you done this?"
"Did you do it? Did you do it?"
As Daojun Xuancheng's questioning voice continued to ring in his ears, Xie Heng cried in pain, hugged his head and knelt on the ground, blaming himself:
"Master, disciple, you didn't do it, disciple, you didn't do it. All the people in this city died tragically because of my disciple, I am ashamed of them."
"Also, the Qingyang Palace is full of people, and fellow Taoist Mingyu also died tragically because of his disciples. It was the disciples who killed them. It was the disciples who were incompetent and failed to protect them."
The tragic scenes in front of him continued to cycle, the mother's cry for help, the middle-aged man's curse, and even the rat's sarcastic look, Xie Heng experienced it over and over again.
In his sleep, Xie Heng seemed to be trapped in a vicious cycle and couldn't get out at all.
Just when he was about to be trapped, a Buddha's chant seemed to come from a very far away place, it was so clear.
"Amitabha, little friend Xie Heng, wake up. Little friend Xie Heng, wake up. Wake up quickly."
"Ah~"
Suddenly, Xie Heng suddenly opened his eyes. The sound of Buddha's voice echoed in the chaotic sea of consciousness, and the innate soul also shined with golden light at this time, making Xie Heng finally wake up from the nightmare.
As soon as I opened my eyes, what suddenly came into view was a big word "wisdom".
The big word "Hui" hangs high on the roof.
Around the word "Hui", there is a circle of golden patterns, and then along the periphery, there are circles of finely carved statues of five hundred Arhats, forming another large circle.
All the Arhats are of the same size, but their expressions and body shapes are all different. They are arranged in rows and are extremely upright.
On the periphery of the large circle is a suspended ceiling with a blue background and black edges, which is two feet higher than the circle with the word "Hui" in the middle. The painting style on it is different. It is a square grid, each square is one foot square, with gold piping and paintings inside.
There are unicorns, phoenixes, golden dragons, goats and other Buddhist auspicious animals, but these patterns are the same in every square.
Although I am not very good at sculpture and architecture, I have a third senior brother, Qing Ling, who is proficient in various arts and has an out-of-the-box temperament. He often whispers strange things in his ears.
At this time, Xie Heng compared the building in front of him with what the third senior brother had said before, and he knew that this was a work of miraculous craftsmanship.
On the roof, in the inner circle surrounding the word "Hui", two golden chains hang down, and an ever-bright lamp hangs upside down. Looking from the bottom up, it looks like a copper basin about three feet in size. It is estimated that there should be something inside.
Filled with lamp oil.
Xie Heng frowned and turned to look around again.
I saw that the room here is quite spacious, with large red-painted pillars at the four corners, blue brick paving, a door made of paulownia wood, and a window on each side, also painted with red paint, making it look very solemn.
Hanging on one side of the wall is an image of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva riding a white elephant, preaching to all sentient beings. Below is an incense table with four plates of fruit offerings, including pears, apples, oranges, and oranges;
There is a copper stove with three fine sandalwood sticks on it, and wisps of light smoke are floating in the air.
On the other side of the wall is where Xie Heng is.
There is a wooden bed here, which is simple and solid, with no more decorations. It seems that Buddhists don't care about such things, and the room is generally simple.
Apart from these, there is only a round table in the middle and four round stools around it. The tables and chairs are all black, and there are teapots and cups on the table, which are made of plain porcelain.
Seeing this, combined with the Buddha's name in the chaotic sea of consciousness before, Xie Heng knew in his heart that he and the others should be in the Fahua Temple in Mount Emei at this time.
Squeak~
Xiaobai opened the door of the Zen room and saw that Xie Heng had woken up. He immediately rushed to Xie Heng's bed and shouted in surprise:
"Xiao Daojun, you are finally awake. It's great."
Qingmu, who heard the noise outside the door, ran into the room in a few steps. Looking at Xie Heng who had woken up, he hugged him and kept mumbling.
"Uncle Master, you finally woke up. You almost scared Xiaobai and I to death."
Listening to Qingmu and Xiaobai's shouts, Xie Heng suddenly remembered something, and then asked eagerly:
"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you? How are your injuries? Are you feeling better?"
"And Aoki, how are you? Are you injured?"
"And why did we only see Qingmu and Donghua? Where did he go? Is he injured?"
Hearing Xie Heng's rapid-fire questions, Xiaobai and Qingmu felt sad for a moment.
Looking at the expressions of Xiaobai and Qingmu, Xie Heng's heart suddenly thumped, and a bad premonition came over him.
"Speak quickly, why don't you speak?"
Xie Heng was a little impatient at this time and couldn't help but said loudly.
"Donghua, Donghua is gone."
Xiaobai said in a low voice.
Aoki on the side was sobbing silently.
Seeing these two little guys looking like this, Xie Heng felt an unbearable pain in his heart. For a moment, he only felt bitter in his mouth and didn't know what to say.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came outside the door. The door of the Zen room "squeaked" and was pushed open from the outside, and a person stepped in.
Xie Heng looked at him and couldn't help but be startled, but it was the monk he had seen in Jinguan City before he fell into coma.
At this time, Kong Chan was holding a wooden plate with a new kettle on it. Seeing Xie Heng finally regaining consciousness, he threw the kettle in his hand and landed steadily on the round table.
He arrived in front of Xie Heng in three or two steps, carefully checked his pulse for a while, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist Xie Heng, your injury is basically healed now."
"Really?"
Xiaobai and Qingmu both looked at Kongchan with surprised faces and asked cautiously.
"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. Fellow Taoist Xie Heng's internal injuries are basically no longer serious."
"That's great, uncle, you are finally fine."
Aoki's rosy little face at this time had already been covered with two strings of crystal tears, and he was sobbing non-stop.
"Yes. Yes, Xiaodao-kun, you almost died this time."
"This time, if Zhiren Bodhisattva of Fahua Temple hadn't taken action to heal you and Aoki, you might have been in trouble."
Xiaobai said with some fear at this time.
"If something happened to you, Xiaobai wouldn't even know how to explain it to Mr. Dao."
"Next time we can't fight like this again."
Looking at Xiaobai who kept crying and complaining, and Qingmu who kept wiping tears beside him, Xie Heng felt a sense of warmth in his heart at this time. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke the heads of the two little guys, and softly comforted:
"Okay, don't cry. Isn't it a good thing that I'm not here now? Don't worry, I'm very lucky and I won't die."
Then, he looked at Kong Chan, who was smiling and saying nothing, and asked:
"Xie Heng, thank you fellow Taoist for helping me this time. I don't know what your Taoist name is?"
After hearing Xie Heng's question, Kongchan clasped his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, thank you fellow Taoist, the young monk's name is Kongchan."
Kong Chan paused and continued.
"Now that Fellow Daoist Xie has just woken up, he still needs more rest."
Xie Heng looked at Monk Kongchan, his heart moved, and his face became a little cold.
"Don't bother fellow Taoist."
Xie Heng paused slightly and asked with a somewhat cold expression.
"I wonder, fellow Taoist, can you tell Mr. Xie that there was an incident in Jinguan City that day? Did Fahua Temple receive any information?"
Hearing this, Kong Chan put his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, when the Rat Cang broke out of the seal that day, our Fahua Temple had already received the message."
"The master immediately ordered the young monk to go and help. However, he didn't realize that by the time the young monk arrived, the situation was already irreversible. The young monk felt ashamed."
When Kong Chan said this, he was also filled with shame and regret.
Xie Heng took a deep look at Monk Kongchan, then exhaled heavily and sneered:
"Hehe, you are an honest monk."
Xie Heng felt depressed when he saw the handsome monk in front of him.
"I dare to ask fellow Daoist Kongchan, when Shu Cang was sealed in Shushan, why did Fahua Temple not take action and kill the evildoer directly but let him be sealed, which caused such a big disaster?"
"Amitabha, this young monk really doesn't know anything about this matter."
"Then who knows?"
"My master, Bodhisattva Zhiren, should know the whole story."
"Xie wants to see Zhiren Bodhisattva, is it possible?"
"No, please thank fellow Taoist to take care of your health first. After the injury heals, you will be fine."
Xie Heng looked at Monk Kongchan in front of him and felt helpless. At the same time, he immediately added a mark to him in his heart - Monk Honest.