I am a fairy

Chapter 109 Just hang a light behind your head

By the river, under the cloud wall.

On the first day, in the afternoon,

The sun gradually moved from the east to the west. At this angle, the sunlight could shine directly under the cloud wall. The sun fell on the ground scorching the earth.

Along with the chirping of insects, there seemed to be mist rising in the air, making it look hazy at first glance.

I don’t know if it’s because of the heat that I’m dizzy.

Or maybe it was so hot that the air was distorted.

In such weather, seven monks sat cross-legged in front of the cave and chanted scriptures, which immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

Soon after, many people from several surrounding villages came to watch the fun, pointing at the group of monks, not understanding what they were doing.

“What are these monks doing?”

"The monk is chanting. Haven't you ever been to a temple?"

"But what kind of sutra is this monk chanting in front of the statue of Yun Zhongjun? What kind of god are they worshipping, and what kind of sutra are they chanting?"

Someone went forward to ask.

"Hey, monk."

"What are you doing sitting here in this hot weather?"

One of the disciples stood up and responded, telling everyone why they came and who they were.

At the same time, the monk's disciples also said that Yun Zhongjun was a god and Buddha from ancient times. In the Central Plains, he was a Taoist immortal, and in the West, he was a Buddhist Buddha.

In short, the monk talked about a lot of things, from ancient times to this sutra and that sutra.

From the stone statue of Buddha, to the halo behind the head.

There are still people worshipping them in the lands of Yan and Zhao, proving that gods and Buddhas came from the West.

The villagers couldn't understand anything they heard, except for one sentence.

The monks worship Yun Zhongjun and they also try to impress him with their sincerity so that he will appear on earth.

A villager asked loudly: "Isn't the land of Yan and Zhao to the north?"

Monk: "The western road is difficult to travel, so take the northern road. My teacher, the monk Nianhua, came from the west and finally took the northern road to enter the Central Plains. Maybe the gods also take this road!"

The villagers laughed and said, "If a god can ride on clouds and mist, why would he need to walk?"

Monk: "At least the people of Yan and Zhao believe in Yunzhongjun, which proves that gods and Buddhas have passed by there, right?"

The villager nodded and said, "That's right. I also heard that people in Yan and Zhao also worship Yun Zhongjun."

Someone heard the monk who was talking claiming to be a disciple of the Monk Picking Flowers. Hearing the title, he was shocked and immediately looked at the monk sitting in the front row in front of the cave and said.

"Could it be that the monk Kong Hui, the flower-picking monk, is here in person?"

The name of the Monk Picking Flowers is still very famous. Even if someone has never been to Xihe County, some people have heard of him.

However, most of the villagers did not know the Monk who picked up the flower, so they started asking about it.

"What kind of monk is that?"

"I heard that he is a very famous monk. Even the emperor in the north has seen him."

"The emperor in the north is a fake emperor."

"What's the point of meeting the fake emperor in the north? We in the south don't recognize him. And what are these monks from the north doing in our south? Are they here to beg for food?"

"The great monk from the north has also come to our Xihe County to pay homage to Lord Yunzhong. It's incredible."

The villagers saw that the monks were not disrespectful to Yun Zhongjun, but just knelt in front of the cave and chanted scriptures, and he was also a famous monk, so they just let him do it.

Some people also disliked these monks and laughed at them.

"These monks, you don't have any magical powers, can you welcome the gods and Buddhas?"

"I think this monk is not good enough."

"That's right, that's right. Only a divine witch can welcome the Lord of the Clouds. This monk also wants the Cloud God to show his power. I think that's going to be a problem."

As soon as the conversation started, everyone seemed pessimistic and shook their heads.

Hearing the villagers' ridicule, some disciples could not help but want to refute.

But at this time, the monk holding the flower-picking monk grabbed his clothes, and he closed his eyes and chanted scriptures while shaking his head slightly.

The monks ignored it and just chanted sutras in front of the cave.

The villagers squatted for a while, some came and some went.

As the sun gradually set, the monks chanted for a long time, but nothing seemed to come out of their chanting.

Everyone shook their heads, but some agreed to come back and take a look tomorrow.

Who knows, this wizard monk from the north really has some skills?

Besides, it's rare to see such a lively scene.

On the second day.

More and more people came, not only villagers nearby, but also boatmen on the river and fishermen by the river.

There were also young men from aristocratic families who had inherited a tradition of farming and studying and rushed here after hearing that the Monk was here. Even Buddhist believers came from far away just to see the Monk.

At this point, almost the entire Xihe County and even the surrounding areas knew the news.

The famous monk who came from the Northern Dynasty and had met the emperor of the Northern Dynasty and had many legends about him came to Xihe County.

Even those who did not know the name of the Monk Picking the Flower before now knew some of his past deeds, and at least knew that he was a great monk with a very famous reputation.

and.

This master monk also made a great vow by the river and chanted scriptures and worshipped in front of the riverside caves, just to pray for the appearance of Yunzhongjun.

The second day was much more lively than the previous day, and the area near the river bank was in a commotion.

The great monk Master Nianhua from the north plus the most magical deity Yunzhongjun in Xihe County, either of these two titles is eye-catching enough, let alone when added together.

Moreover, such powerful monks and masters came from thousands of miles away to pay homage to Yun Zhongjun.

and this.

It further touched the sore spot in the hearts of the people in this county.

"Is this monk so powerful?"

"That's not."

"Didn't such a powerful monk come all the way to our Xihe County to pay homage to Yunzhongjun?"

"He came from the north, which is quite far away. Maybe Yun Zhongjun was really moved by the monk's sincerity."

"This monk said that Yun Zhongjun was a Buddha in the past. I think he is just lying with his eyes wide open. He will create karma for himself."

"It's hard to be sure about things related to gods and Buddhas. I heard him talk about a lot of things, such as Buddha statues, halos, and grottoes in the north. It sounds like it has a lot of connections."

"A monk's words are a lie. Can you believe them?"

The Monk Picking Flowers and his disciples had to go south because of a factional dispute. After arriving in Yinzhou, they wandered around due to various things and finally came to Xihe County by chance.

However, the villagers did not know this. They just thought that the monk had come from the north and came specifically to pay homage to Yunzhongjun.

And under the evening sun.

Although the monks in front of the grottoes still maintained the posture of chanting scriptures, they seemed to be completely undisturbed by external things.

But this is only superficial.

So many people, so many people watching, pointing at them, talking about their past, commenting on their every move.

It's impossible to say that I wasn't moved at all.

After the crowd dispersed, the sun set.

A breeze blew by the river, and it finally became a little cooler.

After the monks finished chanting, they stood up to rest for a while, eating some dry food and drinking some water.

at last.

Some disciples couldn't help but speak.

Disciple: "Master, if we cannot welcome the gods and Buddhas, or if the gods and Buddhas do not appear for us, what should we do then?"

What this means is that now everyone knows that the Monk Picking Flowers has come to the Yunbi Divine Grotto in Xihe County, and there is a lot of commotion.

And everyone knows what they are going to do. If the gods and Buddhas do not show up at that time, won’t they be in a difficult situation?

The monk holding the flower said: "It's only the second day, why are you wavering? Your will is so weak, it seems that you haven't cultivated your mind enough."

The disciple looked ashamed: "I am just worried."

The monk holding the flower said: "If the gods and Buddhas do not show their power, it must be because our hearts are not sincere enough."

Disciple: "But if we get nothing by then, I'm afraid someone will slander the Master."

The monk holding the flower: "Are you worried that your master will end up in disgrace?"

The disciple did not dare to speak directly: "I...I...I..."

The monk holding the flower said, "It's just an empty reputation. Let them say whatever they want. I don't care. Why do you care?"

"Besides, you have this thought in mind. You don't know what is light and what is heavy. You have gone astray."

"We are here to let the gods and Buddhas know why we are here. More importantly, we want the gods and Buddhas to know our intentions and vows, so that we can be enlightened by the gods and Buddhas and understand the great law that will save all living beings and turn the hell on earth into a paradise."

"And you are only worried about your reputation being affected. How can you be considered honest?"

The disciple didn't dare to say anything more, and the monk holding the flower continued.

"Today, we are all confused during the day, but we still recite the sutras at night."

"and."

"From now on, you are not allowed to talk to anyone else or discuss anything else except reciting the sutra."

"To make this word 'Sincerity'."

The monk holding the flower became even more angry and spoke loudly.

"If you continue to speak carelessly, it means that we are not sincere, and there is no need for you to recite this sutra anymore."

The monk who picked the flower wanted to use this method, which was similar to silent meditation, to calm the minds of his disciples and prevent them from being influenced by the outside world.

Stay awake all night.

Even during the day on the third day, the monks were still chanting.

More people came to watch, and the monks had no rest and were exposed to the wind and sun. Although it didn't rain, they all looked a little tired.

This was physical, but the pressure from the heart was even greater, because nothing unusual happened from beginning to end. It was as if the owner of the stone statue in the cave did not hear their voices, or was not at home.

that's it.

It was the third night.

The monks could no longer hold on. Some of them fell asleep while chanting in front of the cave, while others just moved their lips mechanically, like a piece of wood.

Only the monk holding the flower was still sitting as usual, without any change.

It was at this time that something finally happened.

"Buzzing..."

The chanting of the sutras and mantras merged together, leaving only a strange buzzing sound.
However, those who were attracted here were not only scholars and devout men and women who came for the monks' reputation, but also those with ulterior motives.

At this moment.

In the forest far into the mountains, three people were staring at the monks in front of the cave, their eyes eager to try.

"Does this monk really have money?"

"This is not an ordinary monk, he must be rich."

"He knows a lot of noble people, and those people are very generous. Look at the burdens those monks put aside, and the bulging bundles. There must be a lot of silver and money in the bundles."

"He also met the emperor of the Northern Dynasty. I heard that the emperor gave him treasures at that time!"

Now, the eyes of the people in the forest were even redder.

However, they are still wary.

"Master, this is in front of the stone statue of Yun Zhongjun. Let's do this."

The eldest brother who was in the lead was also hesitant after hearing this, wondering whether he should retreat.

But when he thought of the windfall in the basket, and even the treasures bestowed by the emperor of the Northern Dynasty, he felt as if his feet had grown roots and could not move forward.

The monks are all tired and sleepy now, so it is the best time.

The leader immediately made another excuse.

"Yun Zhongjun is a deity worshipped by mountain folks and witches. I heard he is also a Taoist immortal. I have never heard of any relationship between him and monks."

"How can this foreign monk Yun Zhongjun protect this mage from the north?"

When the other two heard this, they thought it made sense.

"It's extreme, it's extreme."

"Didn't you see that these stupid monks have been chanting for a few days, but Yun Zhongjun ignored them."

The thief was tempted by the wealth and treasures, so he immediately made up his mind and sneaked forward in the night, tiptoeing to the burden that the monks had placed aside.

Some of the monks were snoring, some were chanting in a daze, and some were in a trance and did not see the three people at all.

One of the three people carried the load, one carried the bag, and one held a weapon and stared at the monk. The process went surprisingly smoothly.

Just as they were walking, a monk finally discovered them.

The monk turned around and his eyes suddenly widened when he saw the three people acting stealthily.

The monk wanted to shout, but then he remembered his master's warning.

"If you continue to speak carelessly, it means that we are not sincere, and there is no need for you to recite this sutra anymore."

As soon as I opened my mouth, my sincerity was gone and I also ruined Master's plan.

But he had no choice but to shout, so the monk quickly pulled his master's sleeve and pulled his mouth back.

but.

The monk holding the flower frowned, closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures motionlessly.

He felt that his disciples had something to say, but there was something so urgent at this time that was more important than what they were doing.

The disciple finally couldn't help it: "Oh no, Master."

The monk holding the flower finally opened his eyes and angrily shouted, "I asked you to cultivate your mind, so what? Do you have to tell me something while I am chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha?"

The disciple pointed to the back and said, "Master, our luggage has been stolen."

The monk turned his head and saw that the three men were already running wildly under the moonlight, carrying loads and bags.

When they looked again, they found that all their luggage had been taken away by those three men.

The other monks were also shocked and stood up angrily.

"Thief, monks also steal?"

"Pick up your sticks, we are going to defeat the demon today."

"Hurry up and chase him. Don't let that thief get away."

The monks chanted sutras for three days and three nights, their heads were sunburned and their lips were cracked from chanting, and they never slept.

result.

Instead of impressing the gods and Buddhas, it attracted thieves.

Not only did he not receive any enlightenment or blessing from the gods and Buddhas, but his luggage was even stolen in the end.

For an instant.

The monks transformed into angry-looking Vajra.

When the monk picking flowers saw his disciples chasing after them, he had no choice but to follow them as well. Thinking that his sincere attempt to move the gods and Buddhas had been ruined, the monk couldn't help but feel angry, even though he had cultivated his mind well.

The great monk took big strides to catch up and spoke to his disciples.

"Catch that thief and beat him up for me."

"Let him know what King Kong's wrath is."
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night.

As soon as the monks left, a cement boat came sailing from a distance along the middle of the river.

Standing on the river bank, the shadow of the boat is still invisible, but as it gets closer, it becomes larger and larger, turning into the appearance of a dragon species.

Not long after, Yun Zhongjun, whom the monks had been waiting for for many days, appeared on the shore and walked towards the cave.

Yun Zhongjun stood in front of the cave, looked up, and said something.

"came back."

"Open the door."

As if the words were spoken according to the law, the door really opened.

If you don't know the secret, you might think these five words are some mysterious spell that can split mountains and break rocks.

The stone statue turned over, and then turned back after Yun Zhongjun stepped into it.

When Jiang Chao entered the cabin, Wangshu immediately popped his head out and told him mysteriously.

Wangshu: "You are back late."

Jiang Chao: "Is there still access control when I go home?"

Wangshu: "I mean if you came back earlier, you would see a group of monks blocking your door."

There are cameras over there in the grottoes. Wangshu has been watching the monks chanting sutras these days.

Although there are several entrances connecting to the Huangquan Base, you can return to the space station cabin through those entrances and through the Huangquan Base.

But this is the closest one, and it is also the entrance and exit that Jiang Chao uses most often.

Jiang Chao: "Why are you blocking my door? Do I owe them a debt or do I have a grudge against them?"

Wangshu chuckled: "I am here to inform you that after their joint discussion and unanimous decision, you will be the Buddha from now on."

Jiang Chao didn't care: "Then should I knock a few bumps on my head to show them?"

Wangshu: “No need.”

"Just put a big light bulb behind your head."
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The monks picked up sticks and chased the thief all the way, but the forest was deep and the monks were not familiar with the road.

As I chased after it, I gradually lost it.

"Hoohoo!"

The monks rushed out of the forest. There was a smooth road ahead, but there was no sign of the thief.

The monks searched for a long time and then sat on the ground dejectedly.

"It seems that the gods and Buddhas really don't bless us!"

"Or is it because we are not sincere enough that we have encountered this disaster?"

"Ugh."

But at this time, the monk picking flowers walked towards the road little by little, looking up at the moon.

The disciples were confused as to what was going on, and at this moment the Monk Picking Flowers began to laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

When the monk smiled, his disciples panicked.

"Why is Master laughing again?"

"Is it because of anger?"

"Yes, it seems that our journey will have no end, and the same cannot be avoided for Master."

However, there was no anger on the monk's face, instead his voice was full of joy.

The monk holding the flower pointed forward and turned around to tell his disciples.

"Look!"

All the disciples then stood up and walked out of the forest, looking behind them through the figure of the monk picking flowers.

I saw.

A strange mountain stood before my eyes, with waterfalls falling from the mountain. The moonlight sprinkled on the spring pool, dyeing the water silver.

Layers of thick fog collapsed from the middle of the mountain, dispersing and condensing again and again.

"Where is this?"

"How did we get here?"

"Is this the treasure mountain of the Pure Land or the paradise?"

The disciples looked at the flowing waterfall and the rising clouds and mist, and were all extremely shocked.

(End of this chapter)