[Lotus Lantern] Kunlun Shangxian

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, and I walked across the slightly cool bluestone slab with an oil-paper umbrella, and the corners of my white clothes drew a leisurely arc.It fell into the eyes of the girl sheltering from the rain under the eaves, but she didn't know whether it was the scenery or the people that caught her eyes.

Walking through the drizzle holding an umbrella was a very handsome young man, his figure was like a bamboo like jade and also like a lone pine on a cliff, exuding a very tantalizing loneliness, as if the rain in the world had become a foil.There is an indescribable meaning in the eyebrows and eyes, which only makes people feel very good-looking, with clear eyes and clear eyes, like an ancient well hiding a faint mystery.

I'm afraid that the immortal man in the market legend is nothing more than this.The girl was in a trance for a while, but she couldn't help but think so.He didn't notice that the young man who walked by with an umbrella had already disappeared unknowingly.After the rain, the originally quiet and peaceful town regained its vitality, surrounded by the noisy atmosphere of the city.

"The master who came from afar came out to give a lecture again!"

In the crowd, whoever yelled such a sentence, there was a sudden silence, and then there was a noise like boiling water.The crowd was cheerful and enthusiastic, pushing towards the same direction.

Such situations are rare, at least in this small town of Suzhou and Hangzhou, not every master has this special tolerance.Even the senior monks with snow-white eyebrows and beards who are old and profound in Buddhism don't necessarily have such momentum.

It was a monk from other places who had traveled to many places.Of course, I have to mention that it was also a young and handsome monk.

The girl obviously didn't go out very often, so even if she was dragged and dragged to the place where the master lectured, she could only piece together such information.Even the master's dharma name has never been figured out.

But soon, the girl had no extra thoughts to think about these things.It was just because the young and handsome master was like a luminous body as soon as he appeared on the stage, firmly attracting everyone's attention.

Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.The fairy caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity.

The girl thought that the man holding the umbrella she saw before was already a fairy figure, but she didn't expect that this young monk in a snow-white monk's robe had clear eyes like a heavenly being, and his eyes were not stained by a speck of dust.His eyes are cold and far away. Although he is in this world of mortals, he is like a lotus growing step by step at the Lingshan Dharma Association, not like a stranger.

The expression and posture are like Ruomei's snow mirror in the moon, and it seems that she can see the eternal snow on the Kunlun Mountains in a trance.

There are such people in the world!

The girl admired in her heart, and the master on the high platform softened his brows and eyes at this time.

In an instant, the clouds broke, the moon came out, the spring was warm and the flowers bloomed. The girl seemed to have returned to the day of the Lantern Festival, and suddenly looked back at the dazzling fireworks, which illuminated the lonely night sky into dazzling colors.

The surrounding crowd also went crazy, and countless flower handkerchiefs were thrown towards the master on the high platform.The call girl couldn't help feeling slightly worried, because in ancient times there was a handsome man like Wei Jie, with outstanding looks, who died under the pressure of being sought after by others.But I am afraid that this master will be like Wei Jie, and the enthusiasm of the people will be frightened.

But when the master on the high platform opened his mouth, the girl dismissed that idea.Not only because the crowd also fell silent following the occurrence of the master's voice, but also because the master's voice was as clear and beautiful as his appearance.Like ice jade, like cold light, and like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, it has a certain cold and irresistible color.

It’s just that the people who are becoming more and more fascinated by the master’s explanation do not know that as the master speaks out the magic, there is a deep and magnificent Buddha’s light coming out from behind him, and there are golden lotuses in full bloom and blue birds singing all kinds of strange things in the void. Like giving birth.

Just like before this, no one had noticed that although the flowers, handkerchiefs, and sachets thrown by the crazy crowd at the master were ferocious, none of them had ever entered within five steps of the master's feet.

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"Alas?"

The silver light shone slightly, and the oil-paper umbrella held in the palm turned into a black black black iron ink fan. The man holding the umbrella that the girl saw earlier turned his puzzled eyes to the place where the Dafa lecture was held.Looking into the distance with deep and sharp eyes, it seems to be able to penetrate all kinds of things and see the grand occasions in between.

Face and figure, but it is the former god of justice in the heaven, the chief disciple of the three generations of interpretation and teaching, and the true king of Qingyuan Miaodao, Yang Jian.

I don't know how time has passed in the mountains, but the world has been awakened for thousands of years.Although I don't know whether this is an overly real illusion or a small world, but according to the speed of time in this world, Yang Jian has been here for more than [-] years.

Ever since he entered the fantasy land mentioned by Emperor Donghua, Yang Jian has been trapped in this small town, and has never found out the whereabouts of Master Yuding.But it made him have to wonder whether this was another plot of the Emperor Donghua, in order to deceive their master and apprentice into the hub.

However, there is a faint intuition that the master is still in this illusion.

This illusion is not a constant cycle of dust, east, west, short spring, autumn, four seasons, and even human birth, old age, sickness and death. Even with the knowledge of the judicial gods, it is difficult to find the flaws.

During the more than 20 years in this illusion, Yang Jian did not escape in vain. He actually managed all the monsters around the town to be very obedient.All of them are like tigers whose teeth have been pulled out, and they can't be more doggy to Yang Jian.

And because Yang Jian never mentioned his own name, his mana was superb and powerful, and he beat all the monsters to pieces. Not to mention his handsome appearance, he was given the title of Beautiful Demon King.

God Pangu is above, that is, the monkey head of Monkey King is not here, otherwise he would have to roll with laughter.

However, the powerful Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch has accumulated a lot of prestige, and there are no blind demons mentioning this name in front of Yang Jian, and at most it is only spread secretly.

And this does not affect the hospitality and enthusiasm of the monsters who have nothing to do all day long towards this beautiful demon king.So Yang Jian just frowned slightly, expressing his doubts about the magnificent Buddha light in the distance, and then a little demon who was full and had nothing to do came forward to explain his confusion:

"Report to Your Majesty, this is the noise made by the group of great monks in Jinshan Temple!"

"I heard that a great monk named Fahai came to Jinshan Temple the day before yesterday. Not only is he beautiful, but his Dharma is very profound."

"Not only that, this monk also took away many of our brothers!"

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All these kinds of people unexpectedly caused Yang Jian's heart to move inexplicably, and he only felt that what he had been looking for all along was right in front of him.

Stepping out, he was in a hurry, and followed the place where the Buddha's light was.Only the ignorant little demon was left, wondering if the king was bored with life, and started fighting with the monk.

But soon, he let go of this thought again.It's just because the monks in Jinshan Temple seem to be ordinary people, and they don't know how many times they can be beaten by the king.