Xuanxia

Chapter 452 Memory
Passing through the thick clouds and mist, Fu Qingzhou's vision gradually became clear.

The clouds that filled the surroundings and blocked my view gradually faded, and the buildings with flying eaves came into view.

"This is... the Golden Cicada Temple?"

He looked around.

The place where he was standing at that moment was indeed a very grand and majestic Buddhist temple, but most of it was still hidden in the golden clouds, and only an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius was clearly visible.

The temple was crowded with people, most of whom were pilgrims. They knelt devoutly in front of the temple, each holding an incense stick in their hand. The light smoke from the burning incense floated into the golden clouds and merged into one.

"Hui Xin...where is he?"

After Fu Qingzhou looked around for a while, a group of people suddenly came to him.

The leader was a monk who looked to be in his thirties or forties, and behind him were a dozen young novices, the oldest of whom looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was probably only four or five years old.

These young monks just had their heads shaved, without any scars from their vows, and each of them had a very curious and lively look in their eyes.

They lined up and followed the monk across the square in front of the temple, looking around. Every bird flying by, every stone Buddha statue, and every kneeling pilgrim attracted their attention.

But among this group of children, there was a little monk about ten years old who looked particularly calm.

His facial features were much more handsome and beautiful than those of others. If he hadn't shaved his head, it would be hard to tell at first glance whether he was a man or a woman.

His expression was extremely calm and serene. He turned a blind eye to everything around him. He was not at all curious like his companions. He just followed the team calmly.

There was no need for any introduction, Fu Qingzhou recognized her at a glance, this must be Huixin.

"Wait, isn't it?"

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "Such an early memory? He just entered the Golden Cicada Temple at this time, right? I can't expect him to keep practicing here for decades, right?"

"How about exploring the surrounding area?"

As soon as he had this thought, he began to realize that something was wrong.

The young novices followed the monk slowly, bypassing the square and main hall where pilgrims gathered, and walked towards a side hall.

At the same time, the golden clouds around him also began to change - these clouds were centered on Huixin, and the places he could not see would naturally not be included in his memory.

Therefore, when Huixin walked through the square, some places that were originally covered with fog became open and clear; and some places that were not foggy before were quickly covered by fog as he walked by.

Fu Qingzhou had been standing there looking around. By the time he reacted, Huixin's team had already walked quite far away. The surrounding clouds and mist were rolling over and soon submerged him.

"Eh? Eh?"

He was startled and hurriedly took a few steps forward, trying to return to Huixin's memory.

But I didn't expect that after running a few steps, although I broke out of the clouds again, the scene had changed dramatically!

This time, he was no longer in the Jinchan Temple, but in a small village.

There was a sound of wailing in the village. The sky was darkened by twilight. On the streets, in front of rows of low thatched huts, villagers lay on straw mats in rows, struggling in pain... Their faces were pale, their eye sockets were sunken, and their helpless eyes revealed a desire for life and a fear of death. The sounds of coughs and painful groans continued to echo in the village.

At just one glance, Fu Qingzhou understood that this was a small village hit by a serious plague.

Soon, he saw Huixin in the crowd.

He was wearing a grey monk's robe, had a calm face, and his eyes sparkled with compassion and determination.

Hui Xin walked to the bedside of each patient, took out the pills and talisman paper from the cloth bag, and then pasted the talisman paper on the forehead of each patient, and asked them to take the pills...

“Is he treating the villagers?”

Fu Qingzhou frowned.

Huixin at this time looked to be about twenty years old, and was not much different from the Huixin he had seen before, except that there was no golden glow on her skin, and there was no such heart-pounding feeling of oppression.

Fu Qingzhou followed Huixin and watched for a while... Huixin's work was quite boring, which was to observe the villagers' conditions one by one, then apply talismans and elixirs, and then observe the changes in their conditions. He was really curing diseases and saving lives.

"Hui Xin was once a compassionate monk."

Fu Qingzhou sighed - this was not the memory he was looking for, so he didn't look at it any more, turned around and walked back into the golden mist.

Next, he traveled through the clouds and mist and saw many things that Huixin had done when he was young.

He traveled around, saved countless people, eradicated plague, provided relief to disaster victims, resolved grudges, built temples and private schools... It can be said that during the more than ten years from his twenties to his thirties, he was truly a living Bodhisattva.

In Huixin's memory, Fu Qingzhou also saw the ruins destroyed by Long Dabai.

The people in that unknown villa were massacred by Long Dabai. Blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered all over the ground. The bloody words "Murderer Long Dabai" were left on the wall, which was shocking.

When Huixin passed by that place, he was so saddened by the deaths of so many people that he, who was usually calm, shed tears. Not only did he bury all the dead with his own hands, he even sat in the ruins and chanted Buddhist scriptures for seven days and seven nights to pray for the souls of the dead to be reborn.

At this time, he can truly be said to have "immeasurable merits."

However, these are still not the memories Fu Qingzhou is looking for.

He just felt emotional and sighed a few times after watching these scenes.

What on earth had he experienced to turn such a once enlightened monk into what he is today?

Finally, after emerging from the golden clouds again, Fu Qingzhou suddenly heard a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha."

This is Hui Xin's voice: "Brother Hui Ming, it is time to turn back... Don't go down the evil path again!"

"Brother, I am not following an evil path!" Another voice trembled and retorted: "This is the bright road that our Jinchan Temple leads us to achieve the state of selflessness!"

Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up.

The scene of this memory is a deep bamboo forest.

The rain was gently tapping and the bamboo leaves were fluttering. Huixin was wearing a red monk's robe. He looked to be about forty years old. There were wrinkles on his face and a layer of gray goat beard around his lips. He still looked handsome, but with a hint of calmness and elegance.

Not far in front of him was another man who was about thirty years old...but at first glance he was not a monk. He had long hair, wore a short-sleeved shirt commonly seen among the people of the martial arts world, and had a conical hat on his head.

But Huixin called him "Huiming", so he must be one of their fellow disciples, but for some reason he was dressed like a layman.

"Whether it is the bright road or not should be determined by Senior Brother Huikong."

Hui Xin put his hands together, frowned slightly, and walked forward step by step: "But you defected from the temple alone, and committed murder everywhere. Such behavior is no longer tolerated by Jinchan Temple... Today, you either surrender, or I, your senior brother, will destroy your cultivation and bring you back to the temple."

"Brother, you don't understand, you don't understand!"

Huiming gritted his teeth, retreated and said anxiously: "The inheritance left by the Buddha Bai'ernan is also a part of the Golden Cicada Divine Shell! It's just that there are too few left in the temple now! You have also been to Huigen Grotto, you know! That kind of inheritance, that kind of inheritance..."

"That's what the Sea-covering Monk left behind."

Hui Xin continued walking forward and said calmly, "The elders in the temple, out of consideration for the incense offerings, did not erase the scripture words left by the evil monk before he betrayed the temple. But you and I both know that the evil monk Fu Hai has killed countless people and even tried to disrupt the world. His teachings are evil."

"no!"

Huiming shook his head vigorously: "What the Fuhai demon monk learned was not complete! He took a wrong path! Now the scriptures in Huigen Grotto are completely different! After being reproduced by senior monks and incorporating the Buddha's meaning, they have taken on the shape of the Great Dao! This may seem unexpected, but it is what the Buddha meant!"

“Suffering, reincarnation, blood… If you don’t experience extreme suffering, how can you experience ultimate happiness? As long as you understand the Buddha’s intention, all of these can be used!”

"I, I already understand most of it! As long as we find the things left behind by Milun Temple, as long as... we can definitely complete the Golden Cicada Divine Shell Technique!"

"Hui Xin! Please believe me!"

(End of this chapter)