At midnight, the north wind whistles and the cold snow flies.

The father looked at the baby boy in his mother's arms crying so hard that he couldn't sleep well.

So, the father took off his coat and close-fitting clothes and wrapped them into the baby boy several layers.

My father was wearing a single dress and curled up in the wind and snow, under a big tree with no bark.

Even the bark was stripped and cooked and eaten by the fugitive.

Seeing that his father was frozen like that, my mother wanted to hand over the close-fitting clothes that he had taken off to her.

However, my father refused and said firmly: "There are nine stars above the universe and the stars of the galaxy. Our son is transformed by the Pojun Star of the Nine Stars. He will definitely do great things in the future. This was when my son was just born that night. I saw with my own eyes that a golden seal dragon descended from the sky and transformed into my son's body. As a father, I must not let my son get frozen at all because of this dress."

After the cold night, early that morning, my father was so cold that he lost his body temperature and his whole body was cold.

After crying for a long time, the mother hugged her father's body, she hugged the baby boy in her arms in a crazy way, with her hair disheveled, and her face covered in dust.

However, in Luoyang City at that time, there was still food there.

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In the dream, Jin Chan vaguely heard someone calling his real name, Chang Anping.

In the dream, Jin Chan vaguely saw the scene of his mother's death.

In the dream... Chang Anping... In the dream... Chang Anping...

That year, in the late cold moon, heavy snow fell all over the sky and snowflakes fell silently.

At the foot of Hanshan Temple, on the bank of the dry river.

The woman with a loss of husband looks haggard, and she lets the snowflakes be covered with rag shirts. She has a pair of broken shoes under her feet, which has not been cleaned for several months.

The north wind was still howling, and the mother's thin body seemed a little swaying and drifting. She stared at the stone bridge in a quiet manner, with endless despair in her eyes, and when she looked at the child in her arms, her heart was filled with sorrow.

Just when the mother was about to hold her child, she jumped into the dry river and fell to death and committed suicide.

In the midst of lightning, the monk of the Supreme Sage saved the mother and son from a distance with extremely fast body techniques.

In the dream, Jin Chan could vaguely hear the conversation between the Supreme Sage and his mother at that time, as well as the conversation between the Xia Xiejun and his mother:

"What is the name of the boy in your arms?" said the Supreme Monk.

"I'm called Chang Anping, the name his father gave him. Because the child was born on the day the war in Chang'an began, his father hoped that this name would bless his son's health and hoped that the world would restore peace as soon as possible." The mother said.

"This child is destined to be with me. I will accept him as my only disciple in my life and teach him my life's martial arts. I hope that when he grows up, he will defeat the evil king and end the grudges he planted a hundred years ago. I will rename him Jin Chan, which means that the golden cicada escapes. Have you ever been willing to entrust this child to me?" said the Supreme Monk.

"It is so difficult to survive in this chaotic era. If a monk is willing to accept my son as his disciple, it is a blessing for our Chang family. I am willing to do so." said my mother.

"When this child grows up a little, I will come to Baima Temple to teach him the martial arts in the second half of every year. You and your child should settle in this Baima Temple. Remember to obey one thing. From now on, your son's name is Jin Chan, and you cannot let anyone know the relationship between me and your son's master and apprenticeship." said the Supreme Sage.

The cold moon passed by, and it was another year later.

On a rainy day, the cool rain fell into the forests of the cold mountains, and a thin mist rose.

A gray-robed Taoist with white hair and shawls - Xia Xiejun walked up the stone steps covered with weeds.

"Last month, a monk with the same appearance as me found you." Xia Xiejun said.

"No." Mother replied cowardly.

Driven by Xia Xiejun, a fallen leaf flew past her mother's neck at a speed that surpassed the sound.

My mother fell to the ground in an instant, and blood flowed from the gate of Hanshan Temple, instantly dying and her expression was peaceful.

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In the dream, Jin Chan vaguely heard someone calling his real name, Chang Anping.

In the dream... Chang Anping... In the dream... Chang Anping...

Scene after scene, memories of the past emerge, dreams emerge.

The person who had been calling him "Chang Anping" appeared in his dream.

He was not tall, and at a glance he knew that he suffered from war when he was a child.

He has kind eyebrows, a firm expression, and a compassionate and generous look.

He was wearing a cassock and shining with Buddha's light, illuminating the entire Fo Guang Mountain.

Jin Chan recognized him at a glance in his dream. He was Master Xingyun.

At this moment, Jin Chan Ben wanted to say something, but thousands of words came to his mouth and was speechless.

In the dream, each other looked at each other...

Until the end, Master Xingyun said first: "My friend Chang Anping, although he met for the first time, he was like an old friend. He gave you a Bodhi tree in your heart... and a Bodhi tree in your heart..."

After Master Xingyun finished speaking, he turned into a Bodhi tree and grew in the heart of the young man Jin Chan.

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Master Xingyun said this before his death:

When you reach the end of your life, there are no relics and all kinds of red tape, and you will be exempted from all kinds of red tape.

In the world, one will die if one dies, and one will die, just like the cycle of four seasons.

Materials have "generation, existence, destruction, emptiness" and are destroyed, and of course there are "old, sick, death, life".

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Although Master Xingyun passed away, he turned into a Bodhi tree and grew up in the hearts of young people in China, hoping that the young people would give birth to relics in their thoughts and wisdom.

Relics: There is a gift, there is gain.

Abandon the small profits of the green demon and obtain the righteousness of the unity of China.

The Tang Dynasty, the poet said:

The moon is falling, the crows crying and frost is everywhere, and the crescent moon is not yet full and the tears are all over the collar.

The fishing fire of the river maple and the sleep of sadness, who is sighing on the coast of the South China Sea?

Hanshan Temple outside Suhang City, Foguang Temple in Shangdu City.

The bells came to the passenger ship in the middle of the night, just waiting for the full moon night.

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Master Xingyun said this before his death:

On the "Big Way of Buddha's Light", on the journey of "Nine and Nine Return to One", we will exert some of our strength, and we will not be able to disperse each other's strength, build consensus, and let everyone have the centripetal force to reunite.

He regards both sides of the Taiwan Strait as a family, and treats the world as brothers and sisters. He hopes to leave beautiful causes and conditions to the world, the friendship of Buddhism to believers, the seeds of faith to themselves, and the supreme glory to the Buddhist public.

With a compassionate wish to save everyone, and a body is like a sea of ​​Dharma but not a boat;

Ask him what he wants in his life, and peace and happiness shine on the five continents.

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In the land of China, Crescent Island, and the capital.

Before Foguang Mountain, above the sky of Foguang Temple.

In this dark night, there was silence all over the place.

The young man from the Nine Star Gate, Jin Chan's whole body emits golden Buddha light, and the Bodhi tree grows in his heart.

Jin Chan seemed to have understood the essence of what she said about the "self-created state of cultivation" when she was in the West Mountain Kingdom.

The practice of the mysterious immortal skills is then to create the realm of self-creation, and then to constantly break the realm of one's own realm and create another realm.

Looking down is a circle cycle, looking sideways, a spiral upward trend, and an infinite rise.

The practice of demonic skills is to plunder outward to strengthen oneself. This is the practice technique of the Demonic City, one-way practice.

Only, Baili Fusu used a young heart to break through the one-way driving force of magic skills, from the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside, and from the inside, and from the outside to the inside, and from the two-way driving force.

Seven-character summary:

The main hall of Foguang Temple worships, and contemplates in front of the spiritual position of the Nebula.

The relics of Buddha's Light Great Way, ninety-nine return to one ninety-two words.

Build consensus and republic, rejuvenate prosperity and prosperity.
Chapter completed!