It rolls high waves and roars thousands of miles away.

This is the Yellow River, it does not have any euphemisms of Jiangnan.

All there is is a crazy roar.

The Yellow River comes to the west to break Kunlun, and roars thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.

In this rushing place, the sound of big waves covers the world and makes it hard to see people.

The monks of India walked faster and faster, almost turning into a afterimage.

And the Nordic apprentice behind him was already breathing.

Until the remote area of ​​the Yellow River bank is far away, a little outline of the temple is revealed.

The monks of India slowed down as if they had seen the Buddha on earth.

“Hu~Hu~Hu~Hu~”

The Nordic monk was wearing rough clothes. He followed the monks in monk's clothes. Seeing that the master slowed down, he also slowed down.

"Master, is this the Buddha's bone relics?"

"Yes, be meticulous, sincere, slow, and bow ten steps, and follow me to take the Buddha's bone relics."

The monk from India said lightly, he took a slow step, and took one step without hitting it, just one meter.

The apprentice behind him is not so accurate. He just follows his master. If he takes one step, he will be smaller in the next step.

The temples in the distance become clearer in the view, and a treasure temple is located on the bank of the Yellow River.

After walking more than a hundred steps, a remote and desolate temple appeared completely before my eyes.

There is a broken plaque hanging on the temple door, with the letter: Shouchen Temple.

The temple is accompanied by the mountains, the mountains are facing each other, and they are just snuggling together.

An inexplicable desolation and Zen are brewing in the ancient temple.

At this time, the monks of the Indian had already walked to the gate of Shouchan Temple.

He gently knocked on the temple door and said, "I am Seng Kana, please see the abbot of your temple."

The voice of Garna was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into every inch of land in the temple.

After a while, a steady sound of footsteps came.

With the squeaking sound of the wooden door opening, a very young monk poked his head out.

This is an extremely ordinary face that will not make people feel bored, but it will definitely not make people feel happy.

The robe on his body was covered with patches, but it was washed very white.

Poor clean and open-minded.

"Master, is there anything wrong?"

"I am lacking in my heart and have no ability to become a Buddha. I vowed to guard the Buddha's bone relics before I chanted scriptures every day, and I was willing to be a Shani. Because I accidentally learned that there were Buddha's bone relics in my temple, I came to ask for it, and hoped that my temple would make me successful."

The prayer of Kana.

"Master, Buddha is everywhere. You are attached to appearances. The ancestors are buried according to their last wishes. After death, they are only a piece of yellow earth. Why should you take it seriously?"

The young monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

His voice is like the clear spring in the mountains and the cool breeze at night.

No sorrow or joy, no desire or thought.

"I can't become a Buddha, I just want to be a Shani who recites scriptures and serves tea under the Buddha's throne. I hope I can invite the abbot of your temple to come out and talk about it?"

"Master Garna, sorry, I am the abbot of this Buddhist temple, with my Dharma name Huitong."

The young monk apologized, and his face was calm.

I am not happy because I am the abbot of this small meditation temple, nor am I sad because I am the abbot of this small meditation temple.

"The master is so young that he is already the abbot of a temple. He has a bright future. Master Huitong has the qualifications to become a Buddha. Do you really want to fulfill my little wish?"

The monks in India first praised him, but finally asked in a deep tone.

"I just can't bear to be attached to the master."

The young abbot said lightly.

"Sorry, Master, the little monk has this demon in his heart, so he will be forced."

The monk from India calmed down and said.

"Why do you have to be a master?"

Monk Huitong smiled and looked at the monk in front of him.

But the monk from India had already taken action. He just had a palm, and he came out silently, moving like the sound of Buddha.

He had originally hoped that the young monk in front of him would only feel that the Buddha's rhyme was born, and that he was definitely a powerful figure.

But until the young monk's robe floated up, the monk in front of him still had no movement, so he subconsciously withdrew three parts of his strength.

He asked for Buddha's bone relics, but he didn't want to kill anyone.

But this palm still slapped Huitong out fiercely.

"Ahem~"

Huitong coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Why don't you hide?"

"It's not that I don't hide, but I just can't hide. It's a pity that my cassock needs to be repaired again."

Huitong spit out the blood from his mouth, leaned against the tree at the entrance of the temple, and looked at his broken cassock. He didn't care about his injuries, but instead had a headache at the cassock.

"You should worry about your health. Although I sang has regained my strength, I still broke your three ribs. This is my sang's fault. I sang, please help this abbot. The master also wants to invite Buddha's bone relics."

Jiana looked at Huitong, bowed, and then said to his disciple.

"It's just a stinky skin. It will turn into loess sooner or later. But don't mislead yourself. Being obsessed with the devil."

Huitong crossed her legs in the tunnel.

"Master Huitong, is it wrong to offer sacrifices to Buddha? You can go with your master, but where is the Buddha's bone not worshipped?"

The Nordic monk smiled and said, "He doesn't care whether he is right or wrong, and Buddha is an immortal."

As long as you become a Buddha, what is the meaning of right and wrong?

"If the Buddha wants people to worship, it is a demon. If a person worships the Buddha, it is not understanding the Buddha."

Huitong replied last.

But the Kana in front of her had already walked into the temple.

...

Half an hour later, Jiana had just left Shouchan Temple, and an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a hat walked in.

After seeing Huitong's appearance, he immediately stepped forward and took Huitong's pulse. After seeing that it did not hurt his heart, he smiled.

"You are robbed, little monk."

"It is also said that things are robbed, but they are just external objects, but those who robbed the monk are devils. The monk also needs to find a way to save people. This is a troublesome thing."

Monk Huitong shook his head and said.

"Okay, little monk, keep thinking about it. I was going to play chess with you, but now it seems that you can't play anymore. Fortunately, the bones have been connected, otherwise I will still have to connect you."

The old man in a straw raincoat helped Huitong onto the bed, turned around and left.

"Donor, where are you going?"

"Go and see who stole you. You dare to stole someone under the old man's nose. You're really brave."

The old man was still in front of the temple when he was speaking, but when he finished speaking, he was already by the river.

He took a little foot, stepped onto the bamboo raft by the river, and floated towards the middle of the river.

Among the thousands of waves, the bamboo raft is as steady as the plain, down the river, coming thousands of miles a day.

The old man sat in meditation, without knowing or shaking, just like an old monk sitting in a stagnant position.

There is a saying: The tiger can fight, but the river cannot be controlled, and the male fruit drowned and the Liuhaimei.

The Yellow River is in the nine heavens, and people and ghosts look at the gates of the gates.

Crossing the Yellow River is a skill, and like this old man fishing, his ability is obviously higher than that of the sky.

...

In the distance, Garna held the brocade box in her hand and was overjoyed.

At this time, even the raging waves in the Yellow River felt like a joyful rhythm.

"Buddha bless me!"

Garna smiled softly.

But at this time, a piece of fishing line fell on the brocade box and pulled it out.
Chapter completed!