Dream Picking Records

A week later, Wang Xiao had completely digested the scriptures he had been madly absorbing. He stood in front of the statue and bowed. He was considered half a member of the Qitian Sect, although he had never seen the sect leader and the statue ignored him.

"My two senior brothers, this time I go out, I will definitely enhance the reputation of our sect!"

"Senior brother wishes junior brother a triumphant return!"

They gave Wang Xiao some incense. If he was not too far from the square, he could light the incense and use it to communicate.

Wang Xiao accepted it and walked to the door, waved goodbye to the two of them, and strode out.

Looking at the world under the clouds, Wang Xiao laughed loudly: "I'm back again!"

After saying that, he jumped up.

"boom!"

Wang Xiao crashed into the transparent air wall again.

"Hiss, I forgot to recite the formula!"

At Su Yu Zhai, Wang Xiao, wearing a Taoist robe and using the pseudonym Murong Bawang, ordered a table of dishes and tasted them while asking for information. He soon chose a middle-aged man who was eloquent and talkative.

"Brother Daoist, I bow to you."

"Hey, little Taoist priest, what's the matter?"

"I just came down from the mountain. I don't know what the thief saint you are talking about is?"

Wang Xiao looked like he had never experienced much in the world, but he handed over a bag of spiritual stones. The middle-aged man was immediately delighted when he saw it.

"Oh, the thief saint."

The man took a sip of water and continued, "Little Taoist priest, you may not know that the lineage of the Thief Saint has been silent for many years. For thousands of years, they only occasionally reappeared to leave behind their identity marks to prove that they still exist. But in the past month, they have been acting out of character, committing crimes everywhere, and they are the talk of the town! Let me tell you, although many major sects said that they had not suffered any theft, in fact, the people just returned the items later."

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this. Wang Xiao no longer had to hold back his laughter and laughed along with them.

“Who is talking nonsense?”

The laughter of the crowd was interrupted, and a small group of people came upstairs aggressively. They were wearing the same robes with a word "乐" embroidered on their chests.

"Young Taoist priest, they are from Changle Palace. Since they were the first to be robbed, we suspect that the base of the Thief Saint lineage is in the Western Regions, so we mobilized our disciples to search for clues in various places."

"Whoever is talking nonsense, stand up!" the leader shouted.

The middle-aged man was about to stand up and apologize when Wang Xiao held him down. He flicked his whisk and said calmly, "The meaning of long happiness is to not be angry in your heart, not be resentful in your appearance; to be at peace with your nature, and happiness will come naturally. It seems that you are still far from being good at Taoism."

"You little Taoist priest, why are you meddling in other people's business?"

"Brother, do you think what he said is similar to what the elder said?" The person behind him reminded him.

"what do you mean?"

"I suspect he is from the lineage of the Thief Saint."

"Impossible! Even if it's him, he's not even as old as me. How can he realize the realm of an elder in just one month?"

"Never mind, just catch him first, and then we can release him later if worst comes to worst."

The senior brother from Changle Sect thought it made sense, and based on the principle of rather killing someone by mistake than letting him go, he put a hat on Wang Xiao, although this hat was not a wrong one.

"Hey, you thief, you actually dared to pretend to be a Taoist priest and sneak into the city. I will catch you!"

Wang Xiao did not deny it, he could not deny it, he just looked at the other person with a smile.

"You're still laughing when you're about to die, huh!" The leading brother seemed to be provoked. He gathered all his spiritual energy and vowed to take him down with one blow.

As a result, Wang Xiaobangbang sent him to sleep with two punches. The junior brother who had transmitted the message immediately called on several people to join in the fight.

"Everyone, come together and capture the Thief Saint!"

Then, as expected, several people lay on the ground in a mess.

Afterwards, Wang Xiao came to Yuanjing Temple, which was more famous than Ganlu Temple. He learned that after Hong Qian of Ganlu Temple died, the Nine-Rank Red Gold Lotus Platform was moved here.

"Immeasurable life and blessings. I came from the deserted mountains and happened to pass by your temple. I would like to stay for one night. Is it convenient?"

"Amitabha, Brother Dao, please wait a moment. I will go and ask the abbot for instructions."

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Not long after, the little monk ran back and invited him in.

“Is it convenient to visit?”

"The host said that Brother Dao can visit at will."

The two walked quietly in the temple, passing by the incense burner and entering a newly built Buddhist hall. A red-gold lotus platform was placed in it, and a boy of about seventeen or eighteen sat on it. The boy held a lotus in his hand, his eyes closed, and was unmoved by the two people's arrival, as if he was isolated from the outside world.

The lotus platform released a soft light, cleansing the murderous aura that occasionally emanated from the young man.

"I wonder if you have heard of the demon-killing conference along the way?" asked the little monk.

"I have heard a little bit about it."

"This is the demon that we wanted to eliminate in the beginning. It is now being purified by the lotus platform."

Suddenly, the young man on the lotus platform opened his eyes, but his eyes were one black and one red, containing murderous intent and the death message of hell, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his eye sockets.

"Huihong, please go out first."

The little monk went from being stunned to waking up and then being stunned again, chanting "Amitabha" all the time.

The lotus platform woke up once when it was moved here, but then fell into a deep sleep again. He didn't understand why he woke up suddenly today, and he didn't understand why he left a Taoist priest behind.

As the little monk walked away, Wang Xiao asked anxiously, "Senior, long time no see, where is my friend?"

"Don't worry, my friend. Life and death are determined by cause and effect. He has this calamity in his life, and it is not over yet."

The blood and tears that fell on the lotus platform evaporated into gas and dissipated. The boy also closed his eyes. His lips moved and he slowly uttered a few words.

"Wang...Xiao, everyone..."

Wang Xiao's heart suddenly trembled, scenes from the past played in his mind, and his right hand stretched in the air began to tremble.

"Please take care of my friend. If you need anything in the future, I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"

The lotus platform is silent, yet still emits a soft light.

On the second day, Wang Xiao looked at the new Buddhist temple from afar and prepared to leave.

In front of the temple gate, the young monk supported the abbot and asked him about the doubts in his heart.

The host looked at Wang Xiao with a kind face. He looked down at the soil, raised his head to the sky, and then looked into the unknown distance.

"Humans are Buddhas, demons are Buddhas, life is Buddha, death is Buddha. One step forward is Buddha, one step back is also Buddha. Buddha has no specific meaning. Everything, regardless of life or death, stage, spirit or no spirit, can be Buddha."

Wang Xiao stopped walking and stood there in shock. He felt that the host was talking to him.

Sure enough, the host brought in the subject.

"Amitabha, my friend, you must remember that it is not about becoming a Buddha, but about being a Buddha."

The host put his hands together, and a flame ignited from his qi sea, gradually burning throughout his body. It was the fire of mortal karma! He always had a kind smile on his face, without the slightest pain.

After a long time, a breeze blew by, as if he had never existed in the world.

Wang Xiao couldn’t understand what the host said, he just felt a stream of cool dew dripping in his heart.

He clasped his hands together and expressed his heartfelt respect for the deceased abbot.

The world fell into silence, and the little monk cried inconsolably.

Yuanjing Temple will become famous because of its abbot, and perhaps it will also be forgotten because of his passing.