Around the stone with the tea tray serving as a table.

There are also several small and relatively flat stones placed there.

The three people naturally sat down on the stone.

This time.

The setting sun has gradually faded.

The shocking sight of being burned by the fire has been obscured by the darkness of night.

A river breeze blew from the depths of the mountain.

It actually adds a bit of peace and quiet.

After a while of pleasantries.

Abbot Fanjing took a sip of tea.

It tells the story of the disaster that Prajna Temple encountered.

"In the early years, the Xianbei people did not believe in Buddhism, let alone follow Buddhism. After they entered the customs, they were infected by Han customs, and some of them became devout Buddhist believers. Since the Northern Wei Dynasty, Xianbei nobles have become a common practice. Not only that, they also held large-scale religious ceremonies in various jurisdictions.

They built temples, pagodas, and grottoes to enshrine Buddha statues. In the Western Wei Dynasty, as the war continued to intensify, there was a shortage of soldiers and food, and the signs of destroying the Buddha began to show."

Once, more than a thousand officers and soldiers came to Daqingshan.

They first destroyed the mountain gate of Prajna Temple.

then.

Going up the mountain along the path, I wanted to destroy the temple.

The monks in the temple held brooms and guarded the entrance to the mountain in a desperate posture.

Prajna Temple also has more than a thousand monks, including many martial monks with outstanding kung fu.

The temple was destroyed by soldiers and there was only a very narrow mountain path that could be climbed.

In other places, the steep slopes are so dense that it is impossible for cavalry to climb up them.

The officers and soldiers sat around for a whole day weighing the pros and cons.

The sky finally receded towards evening.

The mountain gate was damaged and has not been repaired.

Instead, it formed a natural barrier to protect the temple.

We spent some days peacefully like this.

Until the 14th year of Datong.

Suddenly tens of thousands of officers and soldiers arrived.

Surround Prajna Temple again.

"All monks under the age of 45 take off their robes and return to secular life to serve as soldiers, while the old and weak are sent home to farm."

The monks and the army faced off for a whole day.

This time.

The officers and soldiers who had been prepared for a long time finally approached the temple.

They tied cotton strips soaked in kerosene to the arrow shafts.

Light a fire.

Shooting wildly towards the temple.

The wind helped the fire spread, and in a blink of an eye, the whole temple made a scorching sound in the raging fire.

In the fire.

The monks all ran away.

Abbot Fanjing is still meditating in the Buddhist hall in preparation for nirvana.

Seeing the flames reaching into the sky.

Several monks picked up the master and ran outside.

"Master, let's go quickly. We are helpless. It's important to save our lives."

"Don't pull me, I won't leave. I will be there as long as Prajna Temple is there. Prajna Temple will destroy my Nirvana."

Master Fanjing involuntarily stepped up, one foot down, and accidentally stepped into the air and fell into a ravine.

His head hit the ditch wall and he immediately lost consciousness.

Wait until he wakes up.

Prajna Temple is in ruins.

He was lying in the ravine with the young boy accompanying him beside him.

The 5-year-old boy was unable to help Master Fanjing climb out of the deep ditch.

Smart boy.

Some unburned wooden boards were found and placed under the wounded Master Fanjing.

There was a gurgling stream in the ravine.

The little boy fed him water with a funnel.

And clean the wounds on his head and legs with clean water.

At the same time, we also found many kinds of edible things.

day to day.

Abbot Fanjing was able to climb out of the deep ditch with his lame legs and staggering with the support of crutches.

Wandering around the ruins of Prajna Temple.

A young boy who grew up following Master Fanjing.

It was a fugitive couple who intentionally abandoned them at the gate of Prajna Temple.

"Master, now that war is everywhere, our people are in dire straits and it is difficult to raise children. I hope the kind-hearted people in the temple will take them in."

A monk heard a baby crying while he was meditating and chanting sutras.

When I picked him up under the fence.

The little guy was so thin and small that when he stretched out his hand, his whole body felt hot.

"Amitabha, I am a merciful Buddha. The little donor should not have ended up like this. I hate your cruel parents."

Abbot Fanjing cured his illness.

He kept him by his side and taught him Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, one of the seventy-two Shaolin skills, orally every day.

The dragon claw hand is extremely powerful.

First he twisted his arms and then the pain hit his body, which was instantly severe.

If you hit copper and break iron with one move, it will break.

A healthy person can be killed with one blow if attacked.

One day.

Master Fanjing asked.

"Do you miss your parents? The war is in turmoil, and you have to follow the master for a long time. I wish the master took you to find your parents."

"Master, my parents usually call me Zhuzhu. My father's surname is Li. They abandoned me. It was the master who gave me a second life. I will not look for them anymore. I will always follow the master."

While Fanjing and Zhixian were talking.

Zhuzhu came over and said.

"It's time to eat."

He came over to support the master and walked in front to lead Zhixian and his disciples.

They walked into a small makeshift room built among the ruins.

There were two large pine oil lamps burning in the room.

The roof is covered with thick thatch among the ruins of the temple walls.

The tables and chairs are also made of burned wooden boards.

at this time.

I saw two large steaming pottery bowls placed in the center of the table.

An earthenware bowl is filled with soup.

Another bowl contained Lao Gao's steaming head.
To be continued...