Resurrection of Shinto

Thousands of miles are cloudless, and the blue sky is like washing.

The breeze was blowing slowly, and the green weeds on the earth were constantly swaying from side to side, stretching his waist.

On the spacious official road in Takizawa County, a monk was gradually approaching with a smile. The monk's brown robe was loose, exposing the bronzed skin of his chest, and his feet were like cattail fans, walking barefoot on the ground.

In the broad palm, I was holding a tattered cat fan. Many places on it had been damaged, and there were pits one after another.

As the monk walks, he **** the fan, and smiles very grounded.

A pavilion appeared in the front, and the pavilion was overwhelmed with eaves and horns. The momentum was extraordinary, but there were traces of decay on it, and it was difficult to conceal a sense of ruin.

The three carriages are staying not far from the pavilion. At this time, a burly man is bending over and busy, constantly watering the horses.

In the middle of the pavilion sat a dark-skinned man. They sat together, taking advantage of the pavilion to escape the heat and rest.

The monk walked slowly to the pavilion, holding a cat fan in his right hand, and slowly coming to his chest with his left hand raised, and said in a low voice: "Amitabha Buddha."

"Can the donor give the poor monk a sip of water?"

The man in front of the monk, watching the monk approaching him, showed vigilance.

Despite the peace today and the strict laws of Da Chu, the bandits and bandits have been swept away.

But the Great Chu is too big, and when there are many people, all kinds of situations will be there. There are many people who are interested in money, especially caravans like them, and they can't help but be careless when they encounter such strangers.

"Give this master a kettle."

A man with gray temples began to preach. His clothes and age were obviously the steward of the caravan. He looked at the monk, and most of the time he looked at the other party's bare feet.

With this attire, there is no difference between different people. You don't want to be nosy when you walk outside. If you can do less, you can do less.

After the monk took the kettle, he politely thanked him and drank to the kettle.

The apple knot on the throat kept shaking, and the water in the kettle drank in a blink of an eye. After the kettle was handed over to the opponent, the monk ignored the surprises in their eyes and preached calmly: "The grace of dripping water, when the spring Newspaper."

"The poor monk drank this water and formed a bond with all the donors. There is one sentence to remind you."

"Takizawa County ahead is not a good place to go. When you arrive in Takizawa County, you must leave within ten days, or you will suffer disaster."

The man who had just received the kettle, heard the monk's words at this time, even if the other person looks good and is not a good person to provoke, but he still can't hide the anger in his heart, and said in an angry tone: "You!"

"Shut up!"

The steward yelled, stretched out his hand to block the words that the man wanted to say, and nodded at the monk: "Master, we know."

The monk smiled as he did, whether he understood it or not, swaying the fan, and slowly moved forward.

Seeing the monk disappearing from his field of vision, the man unwillingly opened his mouth and preached: "The monk is cursing us. What kind of misfortune will we suffer."

The steward pulled the man's clothes and preached in a calm tone: "This kind of extraordinary appearance is not a liar, but it is true."

"Belief and unbelief in these words are ours."

"Whether he is true or false, he has no conflict with us, why bother to offend him."

The man just nodded, and immediately exclaimed: "Look, Uncle Wang?"

The kettle in his hand was originally empty, but at this time there was a full amount of water. With the man's movements, the water in the kettle kept rippling, and a fragrant breath came out of it.

Seeing this scene, the steward looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "This is an expert with real ability."

"Get up, get up, and we will work harder. We rushed to Takizawa Prefecture early to dispose of the goods and leave Takizawa."

Abandoning the goods directly and not going to Takizawa, the person in charge has no desire to break the boat, but according to Toka's argument, it is not difficult.

Holding the abnormal kettle in his hand, the manager murmured to himself:

"I'd rather believe in what it has, not trust it in nothing."

At this time, the monk had already arrived in Wangjiazhuang outside Takizawa County.

The monk shook his cat fan and sat on a piece of bluestone, shaking his feet slightly. Below the bluestone, sitting with six children, they were dressed in plain clothes with patchwork.

Everyone looked at the monk eagerly and listened to the story told by the monk.

The monk laughed, full of affinity, and described a story in both words: "When the old official of the great Yan Zhao Tingli, he experienced a painful struggle between his life and the old master."

"Zhao Tingli chose his life and passed the secrets of Dayan Ghost Country to Zhuojun Chenghuang."

"When Zhao Tingli came to Dayan Ghost Country, he found that the old master had been completely reduced to a demon, but who ever thought all this was fake, that King Yan was disguised by an outsider."

The monk slowly told a vivid story, slowly appearing in the ears of all the children ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They smiled.

"In the end, the ghost king died. Evil cannot overcome righteousness. Justice once again defeated evil."

"But who knows that the matter is not over yet, among the items left by the ghost king after his death, there was a green leaf that turned into a willow branch after absorbing the aura of heaven and earth."

"And this willow branch also has a earth-shattering origin, and it actually involves Pufa Temple, one of the four Buddhas in the world."

The monk paused for one or two, stirred the fan, and smiled and continued preaching: "Pufa Temple has an extraordinary origin. It is a great bodhisattva inheritance dojo under the Buddha."

"The latter is the Pufa Temple."

A child suddenly preached that this child was already nine years old as a child, and he seemed to be much more mature than other children.

The monk shook his head slightly, pointed the puff fan in his hand to the child, and shook it for a while and preached: "No, no, no."

"Pufa Temple is not the real murderer behind the scenes, because it was someone who deliberately planted and framed him so that Pufa Temple would bear the charge and be removed from the Four Buddhas, preventing the Great Bodhisattva from successfully recovering from the outside world with the help of Pufa Temple. "

"Who is that?"

A child gave birth to doubts and asked again, asking as if one plus one equals how many, as if things were extremely simple, full of innocence and splendor.

The fan in the hands of the monk pointed towards him and preached: "Of course it is a poor monk."

"why?"

Upon hearing the question, the monk must answer: "Poor monks are good people, so they naturally want to stop evil."

"Okay, the story of the poor monk is finished. Let these sugar people eat it."

The monk didn't know when, many sugar people appeared, one by one just finished sending, the monk smiled as usual, with a very bright smile, watching the children who happily eat the sugar people leave.

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