The young Taoist priest used the only magical power that he had received directly from his teacher.

The voice was clear and bright, and it faintly made this world feel something. Medicine Buddha gave up all resistance, suppressed his Buddha nature, and allowed the spell to fall on him, just lowering his eyes.

The road is wrong, and the further you go, the more serious the mistake will be.

How about turning back?

It’s better to turn back.

Finally, the old monk's spiritual light dissipated, leaving only the pure, vast and majestic Buddha's light still there, maintaining his body. The old man looked at the young Taoist in front of him and stretched out his hand. The clear Buddha's light like glass dissipated all personal marks, leaving only pure cultivation and vitality, and turned into a lotus in his palm.

The old man handed it to the young man and said with a smile, "I'm leaving now."

"This lotus is for you, but I don't know when we can meet again."

"I don't know if you and I will recognize each other when we meet."

"I just know that fate comes and goes, and the one who meets you someday will no longer be 'me'."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "I can't accept it myself."

"What we cultivate is ourselves, not external forces. Medicine Master, your Buddha light is magnificent and far higher than my current realm. But it has no value to me. It cannot make my soul complete, nor can it help me understand the great way. It is like a floating cloud to me."

The old man nodded gently: "That's something you would say, Wuhuo."

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said, "So I plan to give it away as a gift. Is that okay?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Since I am giving it to you, how you use it is naturally your own business."

So the young Taoist stretched out his hand, took the lotus, and said: "Well, Medicine Master, I have accepted your gratitude. There is only a little time left, let's see how it goes?" When the old monk didn't understand, the young Taoist pointed his finger, and the clear lapis lazuli light of Buddhism fell and landed in the water that had been prepared today but not drunk.

The teacup was rippled slightly.

The young Taoist swept his sleeves.

The water in the teacup flew up like mist, and in an instant, crisscrossed and turned into a chessboard with nineteen horizontal and vertical lines in front of Qi Wuhuo and Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata. This was exactly the "Cloud and Rain Chess Game" given by Ao Liu. Qi Wuhuo had already understood it, but his own cultivation was not enough, and he did not even have the innate Qi. Even though he knew it, he could not use it.

At this moment, the method created by Ao Liu, with the support of the power of Medicine Buddha, has reached an unprecedented level.

The young man then took out from his Taoist robe the names of many geographical deities in the Central Plains given to him by Master Tao.

Plunge into the rain and fog.

There are 19 chessboards vertically and horizontally. Suddenly, the clouds and mist change, and the shapes of mountains and rivers rise up. The land of Zhongzhou is vast and boundless, with mountains and rivers rising up, and many cities. People come and go, and there are traveling merchants. There are misty alleys, pavilions and painted boats. There are millions of people living there. It is a prosperous place.

Now, it's all before our eyes.

Medicine Master Liuli Guang Tathagata was stunned, and then the young man pointed outside and explained: "Now because someone neglected his duty, the evil spirit cannot be suppressed, the disease spirit is rising, and many people are sick, so I want to borrow your power, Medicine Master."

"Give these people some rain."

The chess game is still on the board.

The young Taoist raised his finger, and the clear Buddha light turned into a word and fell down, breaking the game. When the chess piece fell, mist rose, as if something was faintly chanting in a low and long voice. The mist suddenly dispersed, and then swirled and whistled, and something was complete. The young Taoist lowered his eyes, but his soul had left his body, riding on the clouds and mist, and left in the blink of an eye, high into the sky.

The old monk looked at the young Taoist with his eyes closed in front of him and knew that his soul was boiling.

Qi Wuhuo sat in front of the chessboard, as if he was above the clouds. The 19-line chessboard seemed to cover the entire Zhongzhou. He lowered his eyes and could see the places where the epidemic was rising. The understanding he had gained from the discussion with Mr. Ao Liu in the teahouse came to his mind again.

Rain falls from the clouds and flows into the rivers, lakes and seas, and then the sun and the moon rise, turn into clouds and return to the sky.

Isn't it just like the breathing in and out of a cultivator, which allows the Qi to flow through all the meridians?

The sun is like nature, the moon is life, the clouds and water are like qi veins, moving back and forth without stopping.

So there is no need for any method.

The young Taoist simply lowered his eyes and said softly, "It's raining."

Then rain began to fall from the sky. This rain was almost half a month late, and evil spirits and epidemics had already begun to rise. However, this rain was not ordinary. It contained the Buddha's light of Medicine Buddha. The old monk watched all this happen, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of his twelve great vows.

It is not Medicine Buddha, but the original wish of Medicine Buddha who came under the Bodhi tree with the predestined Dharma.

The old monk sat cross-legged with great effort, lowered his eyes and chanted: "May I, in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, relieve all sentient beings whose bodies are inferior, whose faculties are incomplete, who are ugly, stupid, blind, deaf, dumb, lame, kyphotic, leprous, insane, and suffer from various diseases and sufferings."

"After hearing my name, all become upright and intelligent, their faculties are complete, and they are free from all diseases and sufferings."

"May I, in my next life, when I attain Bodhi, save all sentient beings who are suffering from severe illnesses, have no one to turn to, no doctors or medicine, no relatives or home, and are poor and miserable."

"Once one hears my name, all diseases will be cured and the body and mind will be at peace."

This is the original Buddha's heart.

The old man lowered his eyes, and the rain began to fall, dripping down.

"Oh, don't run. It's raining so hard. What if your feet slip?"

The old pine tree shouted, but the spirits on the Juyun Peak just flew around happily in the rain, shouting:

“It’s raining!”

“It’s raining!”

"It's been so miserable without any rain these days!"

“It’s really raining!”

In Shuiyun Township, Lian Shulan opened the window and watched the rain falling. Her sad mood was finally calmed down a little. She no longer indulged in the past, and was no longer in pain or confusion. At least at this time, she just quietly watched the rain falling under the moonlight. Zhou Lingyi was wondering why she didn't feel any pain in her old cold legs when it rained today.

I reached out my hand and knocked it, and it didn't hurt anymore.

He looked outside, the rain was falling.

Suddenly I thought of the young Taoist priest.

Ah, where would he be in such heavy rain? But he should be able to find shelter from the wind and rain, right?

Chaofeng and Jiaotu, who were standing on top of Zhongzhou City, were looking into the distance together.

The fortune teller on the top of the pavilion held a glass of wine, lazily looking into the distance, raised his hand to tell fortunes, but was too lazy to do so. He just looked at the rain between heaven and earth turning into silk threads, and said, "Good rain!"

With the help of the old monk's power, Qi Wuhuo's soul traveled around Zhongzhou in one breath, exhausting that bit of Buddha's power.

Then he suddenly saw a place in front of him. His heart moved slightly, and his soul moved, and he had already arrived at that place.

It is a Buddhist temple.

There is a temple in Zhongzhou City. The monk in the temple will accept people who have no money to stay in a hotel. There is also a medical shed. It is said that it is for fame or for the people. There was a monk who died while treating the epidemic. The monk in gray clothes did not catch the hated fortune teller today.

He chased after the white light of the Buddha's relics when he passed away, but how fast was the light? He could not catch up with it.

He was inside this Buddhist temple, in front of the Hall of Medicine Buddha, silently hoping that those who had contracted the disease could recover.

Hopefully they can survive this illness.

He lit oil lamps everywhere, but did not burn incense. Instead, he saved the oil and exchanged it for rice porridge for the patients.

But after all, there had to be three incense sticks in the main hall. When he came back, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone else in the main hall. He frowned slightly, pushed open the door and said, "Who?!" But when he looked up, he found that the Buddhist statues on the left and right had not been moved away. Only in front of the Medicine Buddha statue in the main hall, he seemed to see a young Taoist holding three incense sticks.

I didn't bow down, I just burned incense.

"So."

"Pharmacist."

The monk heard the young Taoist say, "Goodbye."

The monk was shocked.

The wooden ladle that was used to distribute the porridge fell to the ground.

Subconsciously he took a step forward and shouted, "Who are you?!"

But when he looked up again, he could no longer see the figure. Suspecting it was his own illusion, he instinctively turned back and ran out. However, there was no one in front of the hall, only the sound of rain falling. The monk's eyes had magical powers, and he saw that there was an air of disease rising between heaven and earth like a demon, but at this moment, with the falling rain, the evil and epidemic air that escaped from all over the place gradually dissipated.

When I came to my senses, I saw that the three incense sticks were still there.

It's not an illusion.

The monk was stunned and lost in thought. He only felt the sound of rain falling on the stone slabs. There were already monks and travelers wearing straw raincoats and holding iron plates or wooden fish outside, walking along the streets to announce the dawn. The sound of rain falling on the stone slabs and the sound of iron plates being struck were clear and pure, mixed with the sound of chanting in slang.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way."

The monk in gray lowered his head and saw the raindrops falling and blooming like lotus flowers and shattering like bubbles.

I don’t know why, but I just clasped my hands together and chanted the Buddha’s name.

The Buddha's power had dissipated, and Qi Wuhuo's soul was just walking in the rain. It was not yet time to open the market, but the people in every market had already woken up, washed up and went out, ready to go out to the main road when the market gate opened. The young Taoist passed by everyone.

The sword in Yuanshen's palm was the one he had just used to split the clouds. As his palm turned, the sword's blade swept across the raindrops and was carried behind his back.

People came and went, just sighing that it was a good rain, and the anxiety of these days finally dissipated.

But he didn't know the young Taoist next to him.

Qi Wuhuo said: "What a nice rain."

He was still connected to the old monk through telepathy, and he felt the evil spirit and disease dissipate. His steps became lighter, and he asked in his heart:

"This is considered a [crossing], what do you think, Pharmacist?"

The old monk smiled and agreed.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time.

At this time, on the drum tower in the center of the entire Zhongzhou city, a big man in a straw raincoat walked up quickly, shook off the rain, took off the raincoat, and then took out a drumstick as thick as a large bowl. He exerted all his strength and hit the big drum in the drum tower. Then the deep and rich sound began to spread from the center of the entire city to the four main roads in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest.

The drum towers in every block followed closely behind, and along with the sound of the drum towers, every government office and every restaurant in the city opened their doors. The gates of more than 200 blocks in the entire Zhongzhou city were opened at the same time. Then the Taoist temples in the city struck their own alarm bells, and the Buddhist temples rang their own Buddhist bells. The low drum sounds and the majestic drum sounds intertwined together.

The morning light rises.

The world has awakened.

The old monk opened his eyes and saw the rising sun in the Lianyang Temple.

At the fifth watch every day, monks from various temples would ring iron signs or wooden fish at the gates to announce the dawn, and all the gates and markets would then open.

The young Taoist held the sword in his right hand and walked forward step by step on the road of this mortal world.

The left sleeve swept across, holding the seal.

He closed his eyes, hiding the immaturity of a young man, leaving only the composure that could match the Supreme Realm, and said gently:

"Pharmacist."

"I have seen your ways."

"Prove your heart."

"Do as you wish."

"So, it's time to say goodbye."

The monk lowered his eyes and smiled gently.

"yes."

"I hope I can meet you again someday."

The old man suddenly lowered his head and saw the bird egg. It seemed to be a coincidence that the egg trembled slightly, and then cracks appeared. The old man waited and saw a peacock come out. The old man smiled. Seeing this weak and rootless creature, he also felt a little bit of the magnificence of life. He suddenly smiled as if he had an epiphany and said:

"Ah... I see. My Buddha, is this what you see?"

"Creation, stasis, decay and emptiness are all in the cycle of reincarnation."

"When a monk dies, there is life to come."

“Life and death are like this.”

“Life and death are like this.”

The old monk reached out his hand and gently touched the newborn peacock, and the peacock touched him.

This weak creature seems to have endless beauty.

The old man laughed and sighed, then passed away in the sun.

"Creation, existence, decay and emptiness, all living things in the world..."

"How graceful."