Hokawa-ji Temple.

In the distance is the vast snow-capped mountains, the ground is the boundless grassland, here is a temple on the flat ground, it is precisely the Baijiao holy land Fachuan Temple, such as today Zhu Shengsheng monk Star Lantern Master is stationed here, and the frustration of Luo Qiu is old with the heart lamp, plus a while ago for the interests of the tribe, with injuries trekking thousands of miles, not hesitating to go deep into the tiger's den, contributed to the war, now the two capable nephews, has approached the last fortress of the bald department, Ledu, several main leaders of the bald department have also fled, it seems, the matter is done, It's already something to be expected.

However, at this time, Luo Qiu also felt that his body could no longer support the battle, so he came to Fachuan Temple to recuperate temporarily, and he hoped to get the news of Meng Xun and Nancheng's victory here.

Early this morning, as usual, the sun had not yet risen, and the frustration had already woken up. Although the chest injury is almost healed, due to the long-term fatigue and the fact that he was busy trekking and fighting a few days ago, and has not been well treated, he still feels a little dull pain.

However, the environment here is very good, the air is fresh, and after all, it is far away from the front line, and it is very easy to get rid of those boring and noisy military affairs every day, eat light meals in the temple, and chat with the monks in the temple, which is really a rare comfort.

"Luo Qiu looks good today!" An old monk dressed in a gray monk's robe and with a withered face walked in front of Luo Qiu, but he almost seemed to float over, Luo Qiu, who was more keenly than the wolf on the grassland, didn't feel anything.

Luo Qiu heard this, and was busy saluting, but the old monk waved his hand lightly, and said: "You don't have to salute, salute is not what my Buddha likes, donor, since you are a person in the world, even if you have the heart of the Buddha, but you have no fate to the Buddha, you only need to be sincere, good!" ”

"The master has been taught, and in this case, Luo Qiu should take Master Beichen as a friend in the future!" Frustrated Luo Qiu said with a solemn face.

"Okay, okay, I'll take a look at your injuries!" Master Grief grabbed Luo Qiu's wrist and began to take the pulse.

Master Beichen was originally the great elder of the Tianzhu White Sect, and he voluntarily came to Dongtu to give teachings, and since he was stationed in Fachuan Temple, there are many believers, his prestige is very high, and the incense is prosperous, and now he is a religious leader with considerable prestige in the northwest.

In fact, Baijiao was originally a branch of Tantra, and the reason why it is called Baijiao is because of the white stripes in the monk's skirt of this sect, and the transmission of teachings between them does not pay attention to the classics, but to the practice of Tantra, and the practice of Tantra must be passed on by word of mouth from master to disciple.

Therefore, the religious leaders of the White Sect all have a high prestige in the hearts of their disciples, because they all rely on word of mouth, so naturally their feelings are different.

However, there is also a sequelae in this way, because it must be passed on by word of mouth, not by classics, so only where there is a master, where can there be a temple, can we develop believers, after all, the disciples who have just started are not qualified to continue to accept disciples to teach the Fa, which has caused a big trouble, and it is a very difficult thing for the White Sect to expand its power, or even impossible to do at all.

Think about it, you only have one master who can preach the scriptures, and other people won't at all, no matter how powerful a person is, the number of people who can preach at one time is also very limited.

However, Master Beichen doesn't care about this, although he really wants to come to Pudu here, but he doesn't force it, he deeply knows that once he is forced to look at it, the pursuit of scale, the pursuit of numbers, and the pursuit of pomp, it is easy to be uncertain, it is easy to be used, and it will be contained.

That kind of Buddha is a false Buddha, and that kind of believer is also a false believer.

A thousand words, but a true word.

Originally, Fuqu Luo Qiu even wanted to follow the example of the past, and joined the White Sect with himself and the important figures of the tribe to show his friendship with Beichen, and at the same time in exchange for Beichen's support, but Beichen politely refused, the reason is exactly what he has always insisted on, not to interfere with these things in the world, to interfere with the purity of the Buddha.

To the surprise of Master Beichen, Frustrated Luo Qiu not only did not get angry, but respected Beichen more, and because of this, the relationship between the two became deeper, however, in order to avoid suspicion and to make each other have more room to maneuver, Beichen took the initiative to propose that the two should each count their own when they interacted, and Luo Qiu naturally readily agreed.

Now, Fuqu Luo Qiu was injured, and by the way came to Fachuan Temple to recuperate, for the things on the grassland, of course, Master Beichen can also understand a thing or two through his own believers and passers-by, but he has always adhered to the principle of not expressing a position.

Frustrated Luo Qiu is actually still a little nervous, his injuries are not very serious, for a person like him who has been fighting all year round, he is very experienced in the signals of the body, and he knows how much the body has reached.

The injury is neither fatal nor crippling, so there is nothing to worry about.

But recently, Frustrated Luo Qiu has always had nightmares, and the theme of the nightmare is almost always the deterioration of his injuries and his death, and several times even made Frustrated Luo Qiu wake up in his dreams and break out in a cold sweat.

Although Luo Qiu, a perennial knife licking blood, has long been mentally prepared for life and death, but now, his great cause has not been completed, his heir has not yet been determined, and his clan has not yet become the overlord of Hexi, he can't die, he can't.

Master Beichen let go of his hand and opened his eyes gently, Frustrated Luo Qiu glanced at Beichen a little nervously, and then tried his best to suppress some nervousness, and said as equally as possible: "Master, how! ”

"Your injuries, naturally, there is no problem!" Beichen said slowly: "But Lord Luo Qiu, your physical condition is not particularly good,"

"Why is this!" Frustrated and a little puzzled.

"You're poisoned!" Beichen said directly: "What kind of poison is this, I can't see it yet, but it must be poisonous, otherwise your injuries should have been healed a long time ago!" ”

"This ......" Frustrated Luo Qiu thought about it carefully, and really couldn't think of any time when there would be a chance of poisoning, and in the big war a few months ago, Frustrated Qu Luo Qiu remembered very clearly, it was only skin trauma, and there was no poisoning, so it would not be like this.

Beichen squinted, looked at Luo Qiu, thought about it, and said: "Luo Qiu donor, with all due respect, you poison, you can't be hit in a month or two!" ”

"What do you mean!" Frustrated Luo Qiu was really surprised at this moment.

"This is a chronic poison, and the poor monk seems to have been at least two or three years old!"

Master Beichen's words were like a bolt from the blue for Frustration and Hatred.