Chapter 392 Are you home?
The back mountain is shrouded in a barrier set up by Junyi, and even the monks of this temple cannot go up.
Chang Qing could only kneel down at the foot of the mountain and sob, complaining about the crimes of the Inspection Department. "They have ravaged the whole mountain. The Cui family is finished, the Lin family is finished, and now it's the turn of our Fayuan Temple."
In front of others, Chang Qing is a kind and honest monk, but behind others, he is an ordinary middle-aged man addicted to the internet. Whenever he has free time, he surfs the Internet with the latest smart bracelet, and no hot spot can escape his eyes.
It has been more than half a month since the incident happened, and the online popularity is still high. He would never believe that there is no driving force behind this.
Furthermore, he was familiar with the Cui family. The old lady was one of his most loyal pilgrims and they got along very well.
He was well aware of the fortunes and personalities of most people in the Cui family, and the story of the "Cui Empire" was pure nonsense.
He was also familiar with the Lin brothers. In the past few years, in order to write movie scripts, they often came to Fayuan Temple to seek Buddhist advice from him and donated a lot of incense money to the temple. They were also kind-hearted people.
This is clearly an unprovoked disaster.
The Inspection Department has already broken two tough bones, the Cui family and the Lin family, and now it is time to break the old bone, Master Chunyi.
Chang Qing lay prone on the ground, his head bruised from knocking his head against the wall. "Grandfather, the Inspection Department is going too far. They're going to kill me..."
He was choked with sobs and his uncontrollable sobs attracted all the monks who were ordered to hide in the monks' rooms.
Someone came up to help him, but Chang Qing pushed him away, cursing inwardly that the person was so tactless.
Chang Qing cried so hard that she almost fainted, and the barrier covering the back mountain finally opened up a small hole that was only big enough for one person to pass through.
Chang Qing was overjoyed and crawled into the barrier.
As soon as he entered, the cool chill made him shiver immediately.
It is already March, and the lively spring flowers elsewhere have already bloomed all over the mountains, but the back mountains seem to have not yet overcome the dry and lonely winter.
The deserted path was covered with thick fallen leaves, and the sky was completely hidden by the dense forest. No sunlight could be seen, and no insects could be heard. Only a pale mountain fog shrouded the overly silent forest.
Chunyi's cultivation was released, and the creatures in the mountains did not dare to offend him. They all kept their tails between their legs for fear of being taken out on by others.
Chang Qing was also trembling with fear, with goose bumps appearing on the back of his neck.
The ancestor whom the ancestor had been looking for for more than two hundred years is gone.
Except for the little novice monk who knows nothing, everyone in Fayuan Temple has heard of the legend of Chunyi.
The highly accomplished Master Chunyi was the most likely Buddhist disciple to attain Buddhahood in the Dharma Ending Age. However, for the sake of a thousand-year-old evil spirit, he willingly left the temple and returned to the secular world, falling into the mortal world.
This is a somewhat vulgar story, but it is very popular with the public. A Buddhist who strictly abides by the abstinence rule was dragged off the high platform and followed a ghost for more than two hundred years.
During these two hundred years, he traveled through endless mountains and rivers, witnessed the change of times, and passed by them several times. Until he was abandoned by the process of social development, he finally found Gu Nan who was reincarnated as a human.
Anyone who has heard the story knows that he loves her.
But just half a month after he found her, she died.
Forced to death.
When Chang Qing heard the news of Gu Nan's death, he was terrified and thought the world was going to be in chaos.
However, he did not wait for Junyi to go on a killing spree. Instead, the Inspection Department came to provoke him first.
It was obviously not a wise choice to go up the mountain to find Chunyi at this time, but his magic power was low. He could only use the formation to deal with a few inspectors, but he was unable to protect the hundreds of monks in the temple.
Chang Qing didn't dare to go any closer once he reached the wooden house. He lowered his head, not daring to look any more than once. He saluted politely, "Grandfather, the Inspection Department is harassing us. I beg you to show mercy and save the monks in this temple."
There was no response from the cabin.
Chang Qing waited for a while, then repeated with gritted teeth: "Please, ancestor, save me."
There was dead silence.
Listening carefully, there was no movement at all.
Not only was there no one in the wooden house, there was no one in the mountains either, as if all living things except him had died.
Chang Qing raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his heart in his throat.
In fact, Junyi's fate with Fayuan Temple has almost come to an end.
The reason why Chunyi was able to guard Fayuan Temple for more than two hundred years was partly because of the wooden house in the back mountain and partly because of his long-standing friendship with Master Xuyun.
Xuyun was the great-disciple of Chunyi's junior fellow disciple Hongren. Chunyi had personally instructed Xuyun in his cultivation, and the relationship between the two was closer than that of other younger monks.
But Xuyun was already too old to walk, and the wooden house could no longer withstand the wind and frost. Once Xuyun passed away and the wooden house collapsed, Chunyi's last connection with Fayuan Temple would be severed.
Chang Qing entered the barrier, but he had no confidence at all that he could successfully ask someone to come out.
After standing there from dawn to dusk, Chang Qing knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he turned around and went down the mountain.
He was having wild thoughts, wondering if he could escape jail by going back, releasing those inspectors, and sincerely admitting his mistakes.
However, when they returned to the temple, the inspectors who were trapped in the formation had disappeared.
Chang Qing was shocked, "Where are the people?"
"Leave."
Chang Qing asked, "How did you leave?"
The novice monk who replied was confused and said, "I walked with my feet."
Chang Qing glared at the novice monk and strode towards the mountain gate, but was knocked to the ground by the barrier.
Chang Qing covered his dizzy head and looked at the faint fluorescent light outside the gate of Fayuan Temple. He realized that it was the barrier set up by Chunyi.
Junyi protected the entire Fayuan Temple in a barrier.
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The night fog grew thicker, and the dark forest was as cold as death.
In the old wooden house, a huge wooden coffin was parked in the middle of the open space. Gu Nan, who had been dead for many days, was lying in the brand new coffin that still exuded the fragrance of wood.
Chunyi continuously supplied her with spiritual power. After so many days, her appearance remained the same and her body was not decayed.
The blood vomited before death was wiped clean, the blood-soaked clothes were changed, and she put on a hastily made complicated wedding dress again. Her dry hair was combed neatly and tied into a bun.
If you ignore those eyes that just couldn't close, she looked exactly the same as she did more than two hundred years ago when she was sleeping peacefully in his arms.
Junyi lay beside the coffin and thought quietly, Gu Nan was afraid of the cold and could only sleep soundly in his arms, so he should go and accompany her.
But the grudge was not settled yet, and Jiang Wanying still didn't know about her death.
Jiang Wanying would definitely be very sad if she knew this.
She had been searching for Gu Nan for over two hundred years, but after only a few meetings, her soul was injured and she was forced to hibernate to recuperate. When she woke up, she found that they were no longer together.
It is truly a separation between heaven and earth.
They never found her again.
She left, going to a place he couldn't calculate or find.
"Are you home?" Junyi murmured.
In the last second before his death, Gu Nan was thinking about going home.
Because you've returned home, you can't find any trace of your soul, right?
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