Chapter 452 Memory
Through the heavy clouds and mist, Fu Qingzhou's eyes gradually became clear.
The clouds and smoke that filled the surroundings and obscured the sight gradually faded, and the eaves and pavilions came into view.
“This... is the Golden Chan Temple?”
He looked around.
The place where he was standing at this time was indeed a very grand and majestic Buddhist temple, but most of it was still hidden in the golden clouds, and only a radius of ten feet was clearly visible.
This temple is crowded with people, most of whom are pilgrims. They kneel down and worship devoutly in front of the temple. Everyone holds incense sticks in their hands. The light smoke from the incense floats into the golden clouds and blends into one.
"Huixin...where is he?"
After Fu Qingzhou looked around for a moment, a group of people suddenly walked up to him.
The leader was a monk in his thirties or forties, followed by more than a dozen young novice monks. The oldest among them looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was estimated to be only four or five years old.
These young novice monks just shaved their heads and had no ring scars on their heads. Their eyes were very curious and lively.
They lined up and followed the monk through the square in front of the temple. They looked around, attracting their attention to every bird that flew by, every stone Buddha statue, and every pilgrim who knelt down. look.
But among this group of children, there was a little novice monk about ten years old who looked particularly peaceful.
His facial features are much more handsome and prettier than others. If he hadn't shaved his head, it would be difficult to tell whether he was a boy or a girl at a glance.
His demeanor was extremely calm and indifferent, turning a blind eye to everything around him. He was not as curious as his companions, and he just followed the team calmly.
No introduction was needed at all, Fu Qingzhou recognized it at a glance, this must be Huixin.
"Wait, isn't it?"
Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "Such an early memory? He just entered Jin Chan Temple at this time, right? I don't want to see him here all the time. Have you been practicing for decades?”
“How about exploring the surroundings?”
As soon as he had this idea, he began to realize that something was wrong.
The young novices followed the monk slowly forward, bypassing the square and main hall where pilgrims gathered, and headed towards a side hall.
At the same time, the surrounding golden clouds and mist also began to change - these clouds and mist are centered on the wisdom heart. The places that he cannot see or see will naturally not be included in the memory.
Therefore, when Huixin walked through the square, some places that were originally shrouded in clouds and mist also became clear and clear; while some places that had no clouds and mist before were quickly covered by clouds and mist as he walked through.
Fu Qingzhou had been standing there and looking around. When he reacted, Huixin's team had already gone quite far, and the surrounding clouds and mist were rolling in, quickly engulfing him.
“Eh? Eh?”
He was startled and hurriedly took a few steps forward, trying to return to Huixin's memory.
But I didn’t expect that after running a few steps, although I rushed out of the clouds again, the scene had changed dramatically!
This time, he was no longer in Jinchan Temple, but in a small village.
There was a wailing sound in the village, and the sky was dark with twilight. On the streets, in front of rows of low thatched huts, villagers were lying in rows on straw mats, struggling in pain... They His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his helpless eyes revealed his desire for life and fear of death. His coughs and painful groans echoed in the village.
With just one glance, Fu Qingzhou understood that this was a small village that had suffered a serious plague.
Soon, he saw Hui Xin among the crowd.
He was wearing a gray monk's robe, his face was calm, and his eyes shone with compassion and determination.
Huixin walked to each patient's bed, took out the elixir and talisman paper from the cloth bag, and then put the talisman paper on the forehead of each patient, and asked them to take the elixir at the same time...< br>
“Is he treating the villagers?”
Fu Qingzhou frowned.
At this time, Hui Xin looked about twenty years old, not much different from the Hui Xin he had seen, except that there was no golden light on her skin, and there was no heart-stopping sense of pressure.
Fu Qingzhou followed Huixin and watched for a while... What Huixin did was quite boring, which was to observe the condition of the villagers one by one, then administer the talisman elixir, and then observe the changes in their condition. He was really treating illnesses and saving lives.
"The former Hui Xin was also a compassionate monk."
Fu Qingzhou sighed - this was not the memory he wanted to find, so he didn't think more about it. Look, I turned around and walked into the golden clouds again.
Next, he walked through the clouds and mist, and saw many of the things Huixin had done when he was young.
He traveled around, saved countless people, eradicated plagues, rescued victims, resolved grievances in the world, built temples and private schools... It can be said that in his twenties to thirties, during the ten years of his life, Over the years, he was truly a living Bodhisattva.
In Huixin’s memory, Fu Qingzhou also saw the ruins destroyed by Long Dabei.
The unknown mountain villa was completely slaughtered by Long Dabei. Blood flowed into rivers and corpses were everywhere. The bloody words "Murderer Long Dabei" were left on the wall, which was shocking.
Huixin passed by that place and was grieved by the deaths of countless people. He, who had always been calm, even shed tears. Not only did he bury all the dead with his own hands, he even sat in the ruins and chanted Buddhist sutras for seven days and nights to achieve salvation. Revenant.
At this time, he can really be called "immeasurable merit".
However, these are still not the memories Fu Qingzhou is looking for.
He just felt emotional and sighed a few more times after watching these scenes.
What exactly happened to make such an accomplished monk become what he is today?
Finally, after emerging from the golden cloud again, Fu Qingzhou suddenly heard the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha."
This is Huixin's voice: "Junior brother Huiming, it's safe to turn around...Don't take the evil path again!"
"Senior brother, what I walked is not an evil path!" Another one His voice was trembling and he retorted: "This is the bright road through which our Jin Chan Temple can achieve the realm of selfless gods!"
Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up.
The scene in this memory is a deep bamboo forest.
The light rain was blowing and the bamboo leaves were falling. Huixin was dressed in a red monk's robe. She looked about forty years old. There were already wrinkles on her face and a gray goatee had grown on her lips. She still looked handsome, but A little more calm and elegant.
Not far in front of him, there was another man of about thirty years old... But this man did not look like a monk at first glance. He had long hair and wore short clothes common to Jianghu people. Wearing a hat.
But Huixin called him "Huiming". He must be one of their senior brothers, but he was dressed as a secular man for some reason.
"It is up to Senior Brother Huikong to decide whether it is a bright road or not."
Huixin clasped her hands together, frowned lightly, and walked forward step by step: "But you defected from the temple alone, even more so. You commit murder everywhere, and this kind of behavior is no longer tolerated by Jin Chan Temple... Today, you can either be arrested without mercy, or I will destroy your cultivation and take you back to the temple."
"Brother, you don't understand, you don't understand!"
Na Huiming gritted his teeth and said anxiously while backing up: "The inheritance left by Bai E Nan Buddha is also part of the Golden Cicada Divine Shell Technique! It's just that There are too few left in the temple now! You have also been to Huigen Cave, you know that kind of inheritance, that kind of inheritance..."
"That's what Fuhai Demon Monk left behind."
Hui Xin continued to walk forward and said calmly: "The seniors in the temple care about the incense and have never erased the scriptures left by the demon monk before he rebelled against the temple, but you and I both know that the demon monk who overturned the sea killed countless people and even tried to kill these people. The world is in turmoil. His thing is evil.”
“No!”
Huiming shook his head vigorously: "What Monk Fuhai has learned is not complete! He has taken the wrong path! Now the sutra characters in Huigen Cave are completely different! After being re-engraved by senior monks and incorporating the meaning of my Buddha, they have become With the shape of the great road! This may seem unexpected, but it is the meaning of my Buddha’s intention!”
“Suffering, reincarnation, bloodshed... If we don’t experience extreme suffering, how can we understand the Buddha’s intention? , all of this can be used!"
"I, I already understand most of it! As long as we find the things left by Milun Temple... we will definitely be able to complete the Golden Cicada Divine Shell Skill. !”
“Huixin! You believe me!”
(End of this chapter)