Chapter 228: Hanshanxiaosi

Four hundred years ago, the nations were struggling, and there was a large surname Gusu to the south, occupying one side of the landscape. After the world came under control, the Gusu clan disappeared and disappeared, but a Gusu city was left as a comfort to this passing family. The Gusu clan worships Buddha, and there is a temple outside the city called Hanshan Temple. The ancient temple was burned three times in the war, but it still stood tall, and its incense continued to flourish until a year ago.
A year ago, the abbot of Hanshan Temple was called Wangyou. Hanshan Temple is not big, at least it can only be regarded as a small temple in front of Shaolin and Yunlin, but Wangyou is recognized as the largest Buddhist school. It is said that he is proficient in the six teachings of Buddhism, and even the most wicked people can fully realize under his enlightenment. Until a year ago, Wangyou suddenly went mad. He pulled out the seven-foot wooden sword on the statue of the King of Heaven in the temple, and cut off the head of the pilgrim in front of him with one sword. After that, no one came to Hanshan Temple to offer incense, and the monks in those temples also left one by one.
At this time, there are two people on the way up the mountain, they are going to Hanshan Temple, because Hanshan Temple is the home of one of them.
A white monk's robe was fluttering, the monk raised a face that was so handsome even if there was no grass, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The road up the mountain is still so difficult."
He remembered the first time when he went up the mountain with the master many years ago, the master was walking slowly in front, and he followed closely behind. After walking for a while, the master would stop, sit with him on a rock by the side of the road, and then take out a steamed bun, tear it in half and hand it to him, sometimes scratching his head, saying: Come out to play, although it will take a long time, but you will always go home."
That time when they came down the mountain, they rested six times and ate three steamed buns, but Master repeated this sentence eleven times.
"Maybe because the way up the mountain is too difficult to walk, so I went up and didn't want to go down." Wuxin smiled.
Minghou, who was standing next to him, did not speak, but followed in silence.
But after all, they are no longer the thin and thin child they were when they were young. Now Wuxin is already a master of the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm. No matter how slow they were deliberately, they were already standing at the door of Hanshan Temple during the time of three sticks of incense.
Unlike the crowded voices of a year ago, the Hanshan Temple today can really be described as a door. The huge sign above is a bit mottled.
"Master, the disciple is back." Wuxin put away that cynical smile, solemnly bowed together and walked into the temple with Minghou.
The Hanshan Temple is very clean. Although the autumn water has risen, the fallen leaves have been swept into piles. The ground is still spotless, far from the appearance of no one, but it is really quiet, listen. There was less than a sound, let alone seeing a figure.
At this moment, Ming Hou suddenly turned around, picked up the big door-like knife, and rushed toward the door!
"Stop it!" Wuxin hurriedly stopped, but it was too late.
Just hearing the sound of "clang", the fallen leaves in the ground were startled!
Minghou's black clothes fluttered, holding a knife in his hand, but couldn't move forward any more, he glared at the person in front of him. It was not a knife, a sword, or a gun that blocked his sword.
It's a fist, a strong fist.
With a sudden force, Ming Hou retreated with a knife, swiping a giant knife in his hand, and wanted to move forward! But he was stopped by Wuxin reaching out his hand, and looking at the gray robe in front of him, with a huge string of Buddhist beads hanging on his body, the upright monk whispered: "Brother, this King Kong Demon's supernatural powers have improved a lot. Practicing King Kong is not bad for supernatural powers."
"Junior Brother Wuxin?" Wu Chan hurriedly closed his fists, surprised and delighted, "Why are you back?"
"Because brother said, Hanshan Temple still has a Zen room, a futon, and a Buddhist scripture, which belong to the brother." Wuxin laughed.
Wuchan also laughed and said, "Now that Hanshan Temple has 18 rooms available, and 300 futons, all can be given to the younger brother. It’s just that the younger brother said that you don’t want Buddhist scriptures?
"There is a book, I have some usefulness." Wuxin said slowly.
Wuzen's expression has changed, so let's talk in the hall.
In today's Hanshan Temple, apart from Wangyou's disciple Wuchan, there is no second person. Ever since Wuchan returned to Hanshan Temple from Khotan, he has been taking care of the temple silently, and no pilgrims have visited. He planted a vegetable garden in the back, and occasionally went down the mountain to do things for others to earn some money. Of course, he was delighted when he saw Wuxin go back to the mountain this time, but he was still full of doubts: "A year ago, you just agreed to the gun fairy promise. Back to Tianwaitian, if you return to Beili so soon, will there be dissatisfaction in Xueyue City?"
Wuxin shook his head: "I heard that Tang Lian, Xiao Se, Lei Wujie and others were in trouble. Thousands of miles came to help them through their troubles. If they don't thank me, they will drive me away?"
"Are you talking about the Leijiapu thing?" Wu Chan heard someone talk about it in Gusu City.
"Yes." Wuxin said.
Wu Chan nodded: "Yes, now the Underwater Killer suddenly appears, Lei Jiabao Lei Qianhu is killed, Tang Sect old man is also dead, Wushuang City in the east is also about to move, Xueyue City is hard to support, and I really won't care about you. Little Sect Master, let alone Junior Brother has no desire to fight for hegemony..."
"Who said I don't have the heart to fight for superiority?" Wuxin interrupted.
Wu Chan frowned slightly: "Junior Brother Wuxin mean?"
"Look at what Hanshan Temple looks like now. I want to revitalize Hanshan Temple." Wuxin said seriously.
Wuchan suddenly shook his head and smiled: "It's good to be quiet. Junior brother, you secretly run back to Beili, it is better not to make too much noise."
"It's a bit difficult." Wuxin sighed, "I don't have any plans to return to Heaven."
"It is the best to live in Hanshan Temple." Wuzen responded.
"No, brother. I will leave tomorrow, and I will return to Hanshan Temple, but not now, I still have a lot of things to do." Wuxin said in a serious tone.
"Then you come back this time?" Wuchan was puzzled.
"Look at this friend behind me." Wuxin asked, "How?"
"The pupils are collapsed, the strength is infinite, and it is clear that the mind has been lost. If the master is there, you can save him. If you don't disperse, you can also save him." Wu Chan naturally noticed Minghou early in the morning.
Unintentionally nodded: "Originally Xiao Se could save him. Xiao Se got my demon, but when I saw him, he was already seriously injured. Even if the demon does not need internal force, but in his state at the time, his mind was too But it's uncertain, and I won't need this skill. So I passed by Hanshan Temple specifically to save this friend."
Wu Chan hesitated for a moment, then nodded; "Since the brother said so, let's go." He stood up, walked to the Buddha statue in the main hall, twisted the incense burner slightly, and saw the Buddha statue slowly The ground moved away, revealing another small hall behind him.
A black plaque was hung in front of the hall with three characters written on it.
Raksha Hall.