The young monk was wearing a worn cassock, his body was dirty, and there was some cake residue at the corner of his mouth. They were cakes given to him by a pretty mute woman who visited the underground palace that night and revisited her old place.

The young monk hiding in the Pure Land only twists one piece every day and tastes it carefully.

I live my life quite carefully.

As for the daily vegetarian meal in the temple sent by Xiu Hair, Xiu Du and other junior disciples, the young monk did not like to eat it, but the pastries made by the mythical and spiritual mute girl were delicious.

We’ve all come to the Pure Land, so we have to eat something good, right? We’re not still trapped in the endless hell.

By the way, I forgot to mention that his Dharma name is Xiuzhen, and a young county magistrate once mistakenly called him "Master Ignorant".

Although everyone laughs at him, only the "Ignorance Master" knows clearly that there is really an endless hell outside.

This is the pure land of lotus.

At this moment, there was obviously no rain falling from the wellhead above the head, but Xiuzhen, who was standing under the wellhead and in front of the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, leaned back slightly and took a step away, as if he was hiding from something.

He raised his head and opened his mouth, looking at the mouth of the well.

The young monk seemed to be staring at something, a little lost in thought.

"Hey, it's obviously an endless hell, how can there be 'qi' like a sword thrust into the sky? Weird, weird..."

Xiu Zhen shook her head and marveled.

He stared at the spot for a while, and at a certain moment, the expression on his dirty face suddenly changed from confusion to surprise.

Xiuzhen twisted her skinny body and trotted towards the edge of the underground palace, arriving in front of the mural of "Quick Eyes and Wangshe Eyes" on the west side.

He leaned forward with his bare head and looked at the mural.

"this is not."

Xiu Zhen shook his head in disappointment, but without stopping, he walked around the edge of the underground palace wall, ran to another mural, and came closer to take a look.

"This isn't...this isn't...hey! It's this!"

Xiuzhen passed by three Buddha Jataka murals one after another, including "Kuaimu Wangsheyan", "King Shibi cutting meat and trading pigeons" and "Moonlight King giving his head". They all shook their heads in frustration, but in the end, he was at the last place on the east side.

I stopped in front of the mural of Buddha Jataka!

Prince Satao sacrificed his life to feed tigers.

The young monk suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the dimly painted Buddha on the dark wall. He jumped from the cliff and was lying on the ground feeding a tiger. He laughed:

"That's it! Exactly the same, interesting, interesting!"

In the empty underground palace, there were crazy monks dancing, sometimes running to the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, and sometimes running to the mural of Buddha Jataka on the east side of the underground palace.

He runs back and forth between the two.

Sometimes he looked up at the mouth of the well, and sometimes he leaned closer to the mural to take a closer look. He seemed to have discovered something, compared it with something, and confirmed something.

"Amitabha."

Until a certain moment, Xiu Zhen's expression of crazy joy subsided.

He has a solemn face as a monk, standing in the center of the underground palace, with his hands clasped together, his head raised to look at his breath, and his eyes full of confusion:

"But there is an endless hell above. How can there be such 'qi'? Where is the Lotus Pure Land..."

Monk Wangqi looked left and right.

It's a pity that the doubtful voice only echoed in the underground palace, and no one answered.

After all, you just have to ask yourself.

No one knew about this strange scene in the abandoned underground palace.

…

In Yunmengze, the heavy rain keeps coming.

Somewhere below Dickong Lock, on the surging water.

The human wall remains the same.

Ouyang Rong, Liu Ashan and others could no longer tell what time it was or how much time had passed since the dive.

I only remember intermittently that the people around me seemed to change one after another. Those who were knocked unconscious by the waves, those who were exhausted and hungry, and those who fell sick from fatigue were all lifted up to the dam by the villagers one by one. Then they woke up and recovered.

Went into the water again to change shifts.

Ouyang Rong at the front, wearing only his underpants, was soaking in dirty water filled with debris.

Occasionally, he looked a little dazed, and felt that the whole world around him was filled with water, surrounded by water.

And above the head of the dam, the people walking around looked down at their faces.

Ouyang Rong couldn't see clearly. His vision was obscured by light, water droplets, sand, gravel and sawdust.

Among them, there seems to be a little white-haired head of Ye Weilai... This is quite recognizable.

Until a certain moment.

Rumble——

Another dull and loud sound came from the thick fog in the distance.

The familiar sound... was the same as the roaring waves just now. It should be the mountains along the Yunmengze coast not far away. Amidst the continuous heavy rain, another mudslide occurred, tilting into the Yunmengze Lake.

The sound is not too far away, so another wave of waves is coming.

Some desperate exclamations sounded from the dam.

Ouyang Rong, who was standing at the front of the human wall, was suddenly awakened from his trance.

Facing the thick fog that was billowing violently in front of him like a prelude, he took a breath.

But in the thick fog, the first roar of the lake that swept away the tree fragments was not even a hundred meters away from the human wall headed by Ouyang Rong.

The next moment, a flash of snow-white sword light flew from the dam directly above Ouyang Rong's head.

The first raging wave was split open and exploded into a huge cloud of water mist and debris.

The second angry wave is like this.

The same is true for the third raging wave...

If you dare to attack as many times as you dare, just chop as many times as you dare.

On the dam, there is a female sword constantly coming out.

Qi practitioner?

This is... the junior sister is back?

Ouyang Rong's bloodless face was stunned, and he thought to himself.

In a daze, he swallowed, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, balanced his body, raised his head hard, and looked towards the dam above his head.

But the vision was still blurry, and all he could hear was the same exclamations from above.

And this movement of raising his head with all his strength seemed to have exhausted the last strength of Ouyang Rong, who was already weak due to the cold air entering his body.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy and couldn't tell where I was.

No matter how hard it is to persist.

As Ouyang Rong's consciousness gradually blurred, the calls of many people began to ring in his ears one after another.

"Mingfu fainted! Someone is coming, send him up quickly!"

"Someone come quickly!"

"Tanlang..."

"Ah...ah..."

Ouyang Rong vaguely seemed to hear two voices calling from different women.

A white-haired maid who belongs to his family, and the one at the back... is a little strange, but also a little familiar. It seems that he has heard it in a dream deep in his memory when he was young. It seems to be the memory of this life, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't find it.

recall.

It's like you forgot the name of a childhood friend, and one night you remembered her figure in your memory, but you couldn't blurt out the name that should have been said so smoothly.

It's this feeling of finality.

Ouyang Rong, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, had no energy to think...wait, could it be an auditory hallucination that occurred before his death?

He didn't forget to complain at the end.

Ouyang Rong felt that the sounds in his ears gradually became distant.
Chapter completed!