In Yanxuan Valley.

Huanxin came out of the hut, and suddenly a Buddhist chant sounded.

"Amitabha, Huanxin Donor, long time no see."

Huanxin followed the sound, and under the bamboo shadow, a young monk walked slowly, with six ring scars on his head, his hands clasped together, and his head lowered, just like the compassionate practitioner, but the strange eyes on his forehead were hideous and ugly.

People are horrified when they see it.

"Who are you? How did you get into the valley?"

"Oh..." the little monk nodded, "Donor Huanxin doesn't recognize the little monk anymore... It's no wonder that you were only four years old when you got married to the little monk, so it's hard to remember..."

"The little monk is talking nonsense. Look at your young age. I am afraid you were not even born when I was four years old."

"How dare you lie, little monk..." The little monk shook his head, looking very disappointed, "Donor Huanxin, do you still remember that when you were four years old, you made a wish to the statue of the little monk in a ruined temple?

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"A ruined temple? Your clay statue? You...you are..."

The young monk laughed playfully and said, "Donor Huanxin finally remembered? The young monk has no name and no surname, and he has many dharma titles. You still call me young monk just like you did nine years ago."

Huanxin felt cold all over when she heard the little monk's strange words, "Who on earth are you?"

"The little monk is the incarnation of the clay statue, which is both human and non-human, living beings and not living beings..."

"Why are you enshrined in the temple?"

"The young monk has little talent, little virtue, and little fortune. How dare he be worshiped by others? Donor Huanxin has forgotten? The statue of the young monk is tied up with chains. Thanks to the kindness of the donor, Bodhisattva, he freed the young monk from his bonds... That temple is actually a prison.

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Huanxin's memories were opened instantly.

That manic rainy night, the bloody statue...

Yes, those extremely vicious officers and soldiers did not kill each other for no reason, they were bewitched by this clay statue.

After she narrowly escaped death, she made a wish to the clay statue that the world would be peaceful and there would be no more disputes.

These memories were not only filled with images, but also with emotions. They were as cold as a knife scraping across her heart, causing her to panic and ask, "Why are you here!"

The young monk smiled strangely, "The donor made a wish, and it took the young monk nine years to complete it. I came here to inform you."

"Nonsense!" Huan Xin frowned, "Not to mention that I was young at the time, and the wish I made was too big... Even if it were really possible for any god or Buddha to make it happen, I would follow my adoptive father for many years, and there would be so much killing in the world.

Have you ever stopped for a day? And my adoptive father always said, now that the emperor is dead, the imperial court is falling apart, there is no way to live in the world, and the world is only getting worse day by day... If a monk does not lie, how can you say that you have done it? "

"What the donor doesn't know is that all the things in this world are just like 'all sentient beings will be saved and the troubled times will be stopped'!"

"How can all sentient beings be saved?"

"The reason why sentient beings cannot be saved is because they are 'not aware of themselves' and 'cannot know'! So... the young monk asked the evil-minded people to pick up the butcher's knife, and finally 'know themselves', and let the evil people become more evil, and finally'

Can you know'! In this way, there will be no hiding for good and evil in the world, and all sentient beings will no longer be confused. Oh, isn't it true that 'all sentient beings can be saved'?"

Huanxin's eyes burst into flames when he heard this, he raised his hand and pressed his sword, and asked again: "How come that 'the troubled times will all stop'!"

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, 'There are no saints in the world, mediocre people mess with creation.' Heaven and earth circulate and the Tao is natural. Following it will lead to rule, and going against it will lead to chaos! However, the world is stupid and prefers to set rules, especially emperors!

So in these nine years, the little monk caused more than 30 emperors to die one after another, and thousands of officials died without heirs! No one in the world dares to call himself emperor. If the imperial court collapses and the world is restored, isn't it, oh, the troubled times will end?

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"He's full of lies, look at the sword!"

Huan Xin couldn't suppress the angry murderous intention in her heart, and suddenly pulled out the Fuyu Divine Sword from her waist. A cold light was like the moon, illuminating the area several feet away, which was covered in frost.

The young monk stared at the Fuyu Divine Sword with blazing eyes, "Good! What a great sword! The young monk came here just for this Fuyu Sword!"

He picked up a branch from the ground and waved it gently. The huge sword energy actually split the clouds in the sky!

"Come on! Huanxin Donor, come with me!"

…

Sun Lizhai stayed in Songshan for a month, until one day, the epiphyllum seal between her eyebrows shook violently.

Open up the pure land!

Although the Pure Land spans three lives and is omnipresent, the past and future do not meet each other. She can sense the Pure Land, but it is blurry. If she wants to contact the Pure Land, she can only wait for the Buddha to open up and connect the present and the past.

At that moment, she couldn't wait to come to the Pure Land.

Descend into a dark land.

Looking up, a giant golden moon dominates the sky, overlooking the deep and vast desert.

Sure enough, it was the beginning, the moon is still there, and Mount Sumeru has not yet been erected.

Hearing a soft cry, Sun Lizhai's eyes flashed with flowers, appearing in a large sea of ​​flowers.

In front of me is a blurry statue.

But it is the statue of Deer Yuan Bodhisattva.

At this time, Lu Zhengkang had not yet sensed the Sambhogakaya, and the Dharmakaya was only beginning to take shape.

Lights gathered in front of the statue, and a delicate child appeared in the light.

"You're here."

"Lu Yuan, do you recognize me?"

Lu Zhengkang pointed at the center of Sun Lizhai's eyebrows, and the epiphyllum seal flickered.

"I hid a thought in your flower. After I see you, I will temporarily let the future me replace the present."

Lu Zhengkang's tone of voice became more and more plain, and his words became more reserved.

"Did you know that the Fuyu Divine Sword has been broken? What I asked you to do has failed."

Sun Lizhai was surprised, "Why?"

"When you leave the valley, show the way to the young monk. He is one of the incarnations of Xiangshu. Yanxuan Valley was originally meant to stop him, but you were unexpectedly put into it. Now it is too late for you to go."

"What should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, you can go to the end of the world and I will take you back."

Sun Lizhai frowned. She couldn't let go of that cute and cute child, so she decided to go back to Yanxuan Valley to see the situation before heading to the end of the world.

Lu Zhengkang will not interfere with her actions, "Just do whatever you want to do, no matter how many times you fail, it doesn't matter."

Sun Lizhai was shocked by this tone. She was not a future Buddhist disciple, but a current Buddhist disciple!

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "What's the difference between the past and the future? Just go ahead."

"yes."

Sun Lizhai's eyebrows flashed briefly and she quietly left.

In the long pure land and the vast sea of ​​flowers, Lu Zhengkang was left alone, lost in thought.

"This road is not easy for any of us to walk on." He smiled and said, "Encourage it, encourage it."

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In Yanxuan Valley.

Sun Lizhai came to the bamboo hut where Huan Xin lived.

The place is filled with white silk, and the heart-warming foster father is sitting under the eaves.

The swing frame is empty. Yes, the swing is not ready yet.

But even if it is done, who will laugh there?

The old man coughed twice and lay slumped on the ground, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky without saying a word.

Sun Lizhai saw this scene clearly.

She turned around and left, her steps determined as if embarking on a journey.

Break the reincarnation and I will definitely save you!

…

Great thunder.

Huan Xin was awakened, pushed away the eaves, and looked at the sky, where a brocade of clouds exuded a hazy golden light.

"Is it the gods holding a peach party?"
Chapter completed!