Behind the prosperity of Yanjing is the accumulation of countless glorious histories. This city has a very strong cultural atmosphere, which is not found in the modern atmosphere of the Oriental Pearl City and the four seasons of the southern Pengcheng. Behind these cultures, there are destined to be countless secret legends, as well as the people of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

A day ago, the little prince of Jiangshanju went to Biyun Temple in Xiangshan to ask the old abbot, how can he break the dead wood in the Tang night?

A day later, the little prince went to the dilapidated and extinct ancient temple of Beifahai Temple to find an old monk known as the "ancient Buddha".

The full name of North Fahai Temple is Wan'an Mountain Fahai Temple, located at the foot of Wan'an Mountain, corresponding to the north and south of Fahai Temple in Shijingshan, so it is called "North Fahai Temple", this temple has been dilapidated, but there is still a huge stone tablet, there are two words on it: worship Buddha.

Legend has it that the text of this stele was written by an emperor himself, and these two words alone have accumulated countless luck. From these two words, you can imagine the glory of the North Fahai Temple. According to the literature, the temple has a stone bridge fish pond, there is a flowing spring pavilion in front, there are Qiao Song strange stones, the Buddha statue is ancient, it is the first in the mountain. You can see the grandeur of this temple. Although the temple gate is now dilapidated, with only a few broken wooden planks and a stone brick arch with only an outline, you can still walk into the depths of the scenery surrounded by trees and strange rocks.

Jiangshan is a long-standing organization, what kind of people are the ancestors, not only dare to take the name of the country, but also commensurate with the prince, I am afraid that it is inseparable from the princes and princes, and the temple These are probably some ancestors level of human affection, so the old abbot of Biyun Temple told the little prince where the ancient Buddha is.

Inside Biyun Temple, by a pond.

An old monk who looked like he was in his last years was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his bare head was wrinkled, his brows were as long as a woman's hair had fallen, and the two snow-white ones were about to fall to the ground.

The old monk wore a pale cyan monk's robe and looked at the fish swimming in the pond. Suddenly, a little monk appeared and said respectfully: "Master, that person was extremely murderous yesterday, why do you still want to see him?"

The old monk smiled and said, "If you can't hide from it, let it come naturally." ”

"Why do you want to hide? Master can directly refuse. The brocade-clothed official on the red wall still needs to give the master some face, what is that person?" the little monk wondered.

The old monk squinted his eyes, giving people a dying feeling, and said, "It was a story from many years ago, it's hard to say, and I won't tell you. ”

The little monk rolled his eyes, quite innocent, spoke very directly, and said: "What did Master say to that person? Since yesterday, you have been sitting in the pond watching fish, do you want to eat fish? This is not good, Buddha must not kill, Master should not be unsafe." If Master had to eat fish, he would have asked the cook to cook a tofu fish. ”

The old monk was amused by the little monk, knocked him on the head twice, and said, "It's none of your business, go and chant the scriptures." ”

The little monk stretched his face suddenly, pouted, and said, "I just knocked on the wooden fish and finished reciting the meditation sutra, why did the master let me recite the sutra again?"

"Oh, is it?" the old monk smiled kindly, looked at the fish swimming in the pond, and said, "Disciple, how do you look at these carp?"

The little monk leaned over to look at it, frowned, and said, "It's not good, some are too fat, some are too thin, somehow it's like this." ”

The muscles on the old monk's face twitched, he really wanted to beat this little monk, why was his consciousness so low, and hummed: "Look at their activities, don't look at their appearance." The Buddha said that there is no human appearance, no self appearance, no living beings, no longevity appearance, so why care about those things. ”

The little monk tilted his head and said, "They gather together and swim around, just like I usually line up to eat." Having said that, the brothers were so annoying that they deliberately didn't give me steamed buns to eat. Say that I am hungry for my body and skin, so that I can become a Buddha as soon as possible. Hmph, when I grow up and they get old, I'll let them starve and starve!"

Let's go!

The little monk's smooth head was slapped by the old monk.

The little monk wrinkled his little face aggrievedly.

The old monk didn't care whether he understood it or not, looked at those carps and said: "The carp could have jumped over the dragon gate to become a dragon, so they respected the dragon very much, and there was a saying that ten thousand carp were dragons." In that vast river, if you can see ten thousand carp and dragon once, you will have enlightenment. Of course, there are not necessarily dragons in rivers, but pythons. Python is not a dragon, how can it make ten thousand carp dragons?"

The little monk scratched his head and said in a daze: "Isn't it okay to let the python become a dragon?"

The old monk was stunned for a moment, looked at the little monk full of doting and expectation, and said, "Yes, isn't it okay to let the python become a dragon?"

But how does a python turn into a dragon?

Who is the python again?

The old monk looked at the carp in the pond and muttered, "What should I do if there is a python and no dragon?"

In front of the "Worship Buddha" stele of Beifahai Temple, the little prince is closing his eyes and recuperating, seemingly patient, but in fact he is anxious. He couldn't tolerate Tang Ye humiliating him three or four times, and he couldn't tolerate Tang Ye sabotaging his plan again. He wanted to kill Tang Ye, this was the thing he longed for the most in his heart, and it was also an order given by the organization.

The favor left by the ancestor was used by him, and he could no longer ask for anything from the old abbot of Biyun Temple in the future. However, the old abbot was able to show him the way, and he was satisfied. With the ancient Buddha coming forward to curb the power of the dead wood in the Tang Night, he will be able to kill the Tang Night!

The little prince had arrived here during the day, and when the sun set, he finally saw an old monk as short as a child slowly walking up from the bottom of the mountain. The little old monk bent his waist and staggered up the stone steps full of fallen leaves, and when he walked to the little prince, he didn't know how much time it had spent. Seeing the little prince, he only looked at it curiously, and then he became indifferent, and continued to walk towards the dilapidated temple, which was probably his shelter.

Seeing that the little old monk ignored him, the little prince hurriedly shouted, "Master, please stay!"

The little old monk looked back at the little prince and snorted coldly, "You know me?"

The little prince said respectfully: "Master Yimei asked me to come." ”

"Huh?" When the little old monk heard the title of Master Yimei, his squinted eyes looked dull, but suddenly became bright, and he stared at the little prince and said, "What did he ask you to do?

The little prince asked for help, and he didn't dare to be arrogant, and said: "Master Yimei just gave me directions, and didn't say what I want you to do." The reason why I was able to get the guidance of Master Yimei was because of the friendship between the ancestors and Biyun Temple. ”

"Oh, it's because of the relationship of the ancestors. The little old monk smiled contemptuously, and despised the little prince, and said: "The young people nowadays are so bad, eating the book of the ancestors, ridiculous, ridiculous."

The little prince endured the displeasure of being ridiculed, and said, "I have something to ask the master for help!"

Bang!

Suddenly, I didn't see any movement from the little old monk, and the little prince was directly sent flying.

The little old monk looked contemptuous and said lightly: "Not everyone can ask me. ”

The little prince was angry in his heart, he didn't expect this little old man, who was still a monk, to have such a bad temper.

The little old monk suddenly smiled again and said, "However, since it is the old thing that shows you the way, then tell me, what do you want to do with the old man?"