Daxue Mountain, Dayin Temple, spring is still covered with ice and snow, the wind blows, and it makes a noise.

On this day, in the heavenly tower of the hundred halls and thousands of temples of the Dayin Temple, the sound of singing continues, the Sanskrit sound is endless, the morning bell and dusk drum, the prayer flags are rustling, there seems to be a high monk sitting in meditation, and it does not stop for a long time.

On the 20-story Heavenly Pagoda, the golden corridor is chiseled, the prayer cylinder is rolling, and the chimes are ringing, like the Brahma Buddha realm, and the Miao Miao is endless.

In the main hall, the chief abbot was bathing and changing clothes under the service of several monks and monks, and there was no incense girl around, which was really rare.

Dressed in Brahman's clothes, and wearing a big scarlet robe, wearing all kinds of Buddha beads and pure beads, standing in front of the red cloth Zen curtain, a blessed Buddha took the Bailuo Xihuan Zen staff that symbolized identity.

He walked out of the Heavenly Pagoda, and there were gradually many white-eyed old monks behind him.

There were sixteen people in total, rushing towards the ancient well behind the pagoda, and they were in a hurry.

The chief presiding officer walked in front, first sat down on the futon laid in front of the ancient well to meditate, and the rest of the monks followed suit, the old god was there, but there were also a few white-eyed monks who looked at the left and right of the presiding officer, where two futons fell short - originally belonged to the left and right protectors.

These senior monks closed their eyes, and no one spoke, until two monks with slightly faceless faces appeared, and sat around the presiding officer, and finally an old monk glared and wondered: "What about the left and right protectors?"

"It's ancient. ”

The big host spoke coldly, and seemed unwilling to mention the matter.

"The two Dharma protectors have profound Dharma and have a long life span of 100 years, how can they be ancient?" the old monk asked.

"Brother Molun, don't ask. An old monk next to him whispered.

"Huh?"

The old monk's momentum rose suddenly, "Master Miaokong, don't you promote the Buddha and promote the Dharma? Could it be that you are usurping private rights? If you wake up, how do you explain?"

It is not difficult to hear from the tone of the old monk of Molun that his seniority is still higher than that of the big host, and the rest of the old monks seem to have many good status and are not under the big host.

The chief host was choked up, ignoring it at all, he held the red Zen bead in his hand, "Everyone, if you come back soon, the rest of the things will be discussed later." ”

"Spiritual Rites!!"

The big host stretched out his hands, and countless prayer flags surged, appearing in the sky above the ancient well.

The monks had to rein in their minds, stretched out their hands one after another, pinched the recipe and chanted the scriptures, and the obscure Sanskrit sound was endless for a long time.

With the chanting of the eighteen monks, the floating prayer flags turned into tadpole-like golden words and rushed towards the bottom of the ancient well.

The ancient crystal coffin gradually became brighter, and the eight huge chains tied to it were crawling with dense scriptures, and the end was extremely mysterious.

In the coffin, the breath of old man gradually emerged, and with the chanting of the old monk, it became stronger and stronger.

And was originally imprisoned in the iron cage next door, and there was a terrible sound, and the terrible sound was quickly drowned in the sound of the prayer cylinder and was overshadowed by the Sanskrit sound.

I don't know how long later, the spiritual liquid under the coffin gurgled and the eight huge chains disappeared as if they had been fused by the scriptures.

"Huh...... Wow......"

The lid of the coffin moves slightly, like the sound of sharpening a knife and a saw blade.

Above the ancient well, the sound of Sanskrit permeates the nine heavens, the bells on the heavenly pagoda are more and more melodious, the monks are in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, chanting and chanting in several layers inside and out, blending into the huge golden curtain above.

A stream of golden light sank from above the ancient well and went straight into the coffin.

"Boom!"

The lid of the coffin is completely opened, and one delicate hand rests on the edge of the coffin, and the other hand also rests on the edge of the coffin.

A few seconds later, a child sat in the coffin, his eyes were still closed, and the golden runes on his body surged, and from his face, it was vaguely recognizable that it was the sheep herding baby in the Fengyue Inn: Dawa!

But as the golden runes climbed on his face, the child's face changed little by little, and his black skin faded little by little, turning into a golden porcelain doll with white skin!

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and two golden rays of light appeared in his eyes, and the golden light penetrated the ancient well and went straight to the golden curtain above.

"Whoa...... I'm back!"

The golden boy's voice was unexpectedly old, the voice seemed to come from the abdomen, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his body stood up, swaying at first, and soon he adapted to his body and jumped out of the coffin!

His feet fell into the water that cultivated the Nine Aperture Heavenly Heart Lotus.

In the next second, I could only hear "poof!"

The golden boy submerged in the water.

The water flooded his feet, his shoulders, his head.

"Ah...... Goo Goo ......"

The surface of the water began to bubble.

Above, the chief abbot and other old monks looked at each other.

"If you don't know how to water!!"

I don't know which monk said a word, and the eighteen monks jumped into the ancient well together.

"Whoa!"

The eighteen old monks used their dog robes and finally fished out the golden boy.

The golden boy was dripping all over, his clothes were not covered, he shivered with cold, his mouth spit water, and the little Ding Ding shrank without a trace.

"Welcome!!"

The big host took the lead and knelt down.

"Welcome!"

Seventeen other monks also knelt down.

The golden boy spit water in his mouth like urine, his eyes swept over the kneeling monks one by one, and finally he tore off the crimson robe on the host's body, draped it on his body, and then sat down on his knees, and his small hand hooked the chin of the host.

"Rulai?"

The big host's expression was stiff, and he didn't dare to gasp for breath.

"Poof!"

The golden boy squirted water on the big host.

"You want to drown me??"

The big host slammed his forehead to the ground, and he gurgled in horror.

The golden boy still didn't hear it, took off a robe from another old monk, slowly tore it into a small monk's robe and put it on his body, he walked around the eighteen monks, stopped in front of the big host, and stretched out his hand, "Is there a mirror?"

The big host's mouth grows, and blood is faint on his forehead.

"I want a mirror!!"

The golden boy's voice was mixed with the child's voice, and the eighteen monks kneeling under this roar, the spiritual platform shook for a while, and the pain was unbearable.

Fortunately, the great host of Buddhism is profound, pinching the trick with both hands, turning water into a mirror, and handing it to Rulai.

Rulai held the water mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, stunned, and after a few seconds, the mirror in his hand turned into water droplets, dripping all over the sky.

"Great host!!This is the reincarnated spirit boy you found for me??Who told you that the spirit child must be a little doll??"

If the golden boy flashed, he rushed out of the ancient well with a swish, the figure floated in the air, and the Buddha light behind him glimpsed, faintly seeing the heavenly pagoda and the twenty-fold Buddha heaven!

The big host Miaokong and a group of old monks were so frightened that their faces sank into the ground, and they knelt down one after another, and they didn't dare to speak!!

"Amitabha!!" The golden boy suddenly looked down at the monk like a monk, "When I sat down, didn't I ask you to look for the body of the six spirit children?"

"If you come don't be angry, all the things here, please let the old monk explain slowly. ”

The chief host wiped the blood and sweat from his forehead and flew out of the ancient well.

The rest of the old monks were trembling, and they were honestly staying under the ancient well, and it was better for the big host to carry this pot.

These old monks were all fine, but in the next second, the golden boy fell from above without warning, poof, and fell into the water again.

"If you come?!"

All the old monks were shocked.

An old monk has a quick eye and a quick hand, and runs towards the pond!

"Goo-goo!"

The surface of the water began to bubble, and the old monk once again had a black line on his forehead.

But at this moment, a huge whirlpool began to appear on the surface of the water, and a palpitating breath emanated from it, accompanied by an old scream, a golden figure flew out at once, it was the golden boy!

Gone, old monk!!

In a few seconds, the old monk's clothes and dry bones floated on the water.

(End of chapter)