In the south of the continent, the withered yellow weeds are like a sea, boundless, dodging and twisting wildly in the darkness. They are calling for help, they are about to be crushed. The Black Sea beside the sea sends a breath that makes the continent tremble. The black smoke is tirelessly attacking the ancient seal. It has increased its strength, but seems to be holding back. It wants to rush back to the world from hell, but does not want to attract the scorching sun that can destroy itself. It is also like a show, as if disguised for some purpose, just deliberately exerting strength, but actually has no determination to break through.

In the vast grassland, there is a temple. Even though it is shrouded in darkness, it is still neat and bright, with a magnificent spirit. It stands in the darkness, with a handsome shape, generous and elegant. The houses are neat but not dull, gorgeous but not delicate, and the air of simplicity permeates the whole place, showing a different kind of vitality, like a fully armed military camp, where hundreds of monks will rush out at any time to resist the dangers that threaten the entire wilderness.

In the center of the temple, which is spacious and unassuming, is a very lush Huangguo tree. Its leaves are yellow and dry, but it never falls. The trunk and branches of the tree are strangely thick and crooked, with countless red ropes tied to them, like the wishes of countless deceased masters. The Huangguo tree began to tremble, attracting a handsome monk on patrol to come over with a lantern. This Huangguo tree has not moved for several years, why is it shaking today?

In my memory, no one has ever seen it shed its leaves, nor has anyone ever seen it sprout. It always sheds its dead leaves overnight, and grows luxuriantly overnight. Today may be a special day, because the lanterns are extinguished, and there is no light around, but I can clearly see the abbot standing under the yellow fruit tree.

The old monk, wearing a cheap, shabby robe and holding a wooden stick in one hand, with snow-white beard reaching to the ground, looked extremely old, but so kind that there was no distance between the young monk and him, as if he had met his own grandfather.

The young monk put his hands together, stood beside the abbot, and watched him raise his hand and point to the Huangguoshu tree.

"This Huangguoshu tree has buried countless souls, and now it is becoming restless again."

“Is it because of the wind?”

The fair-skinned young monk was just reaching adulthood, and he looked even more handsome with less vulgarity. But the answer he gave made the host shake his head slightly, and his extremely long white beard began to shake.

"Miaoxuan, there is no wind today."

"Why is the wasteland outside moving? The trees are moving too!"

Miao Xuan was the monk's name. He pointed at the tree and watched the thick branches swaying in the dark. But the abbot smiled and shook his head.

“The wasteland didn’t move, the trees didn’t move, only my heart moved.”

Miao Xuan didn't understand, and said truthfully:

"Host, I don't understand."

"The Black Sea can no longer hold out. We at Tanghua Temple will fight to the death."

The host was very calm. He was a high-ranking monk who had attained enlightenment and had become a living Buddha, so he naturally wouldn't worry about these things. But Miao Xuan became nervous when he heard this and looked towards the south.

The night, which was ordinary on weekdays, now became a huge mouth swallowing the abyss. Something was born in it. Would he die? People said that people cultivate this life, and Buddha cultivates the next life. After he dies, who will he become in the next life? He didn't like anything. He just wanted to be a monk, chanting scriptures, sweeping the floor, counting stars, lighting lamps, and then putting up a few incense sticks in front of the Buddha. That would be great.

"when?"

"Well...the secret cannot be revealed."

The host laughed a few times, and when he grinned, he had no teeth in his mouth.

"I thought it was now."

"What if it's now?"

"If the black smoke comes now, Xuanmiao would like to be one step ahead of my fellow apprentice brothers."

He raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit Xuanmiao on the top of his head. There was an unusually crisp sound, like a ripe watermelon.

"Not bad, good melon."

"Host, are you talking about my brain?"

Iron Head Kung Fu is a compulsory course for monks in Tanghua Temple, so the beating from the abbot did not hurt at all.

"It's autumn now, there's no watermelon, so naturally I'm talking about your head."

Xuanmiao smiled. It was a happy thing to be praised by the host.

"Host, you still haven't told me why the wasteland and the Huangguoshu tree didn't move, but my heart did?"

The host stopped being mysterious and slowly explained the mystery.

"The wasteland and Huangguoshu moved because of fear, but what you saw was their appearance. If this isn't a heartbeat, what is it?"

Xuanmiao nodded as if he understood what was said, and followed the host to the high platform next to the Huangguoshu tree.

"Master, Master, why don't you tell me why this platform is higher than the Buddha in the temple?"

"If he doesn't tell you, it's probably because he doesn't know. You don't have to keep asking. Just come and ask me."

"Thank you for hosting."

On weekdays, the abbot was the most popular. No matter where the four old monks in Tanghua Temple traveled, they would bring some specialties to the abbot, either tea or world-famous snacks. Xuanmiao had nothing to give the abbot, so he just stood behind him and listened to his teachings very seriously.

"The Buddha is in the heart, not in the temple, and certainly not in Tanghua Temple. So anything can be higher than it, but nothing is higher than it!"

Xuanmiao understood this sentence, and the host seemed to understand it too, so he did not dwell on this issue, but stopped at the top of the high platform, taking the entire Tanghua Temple in. There were no crabapples in the Tanghua Temple, just like the world was full of two-legged evil spirits, and there were very few people left, either being eaten or standing on the high mountains, retaining their original hearts.

Following the host's gaze, Xia Xiao looked towards the south. There was the Black Sea in the south, and there was a howling wind in the south. The wind came from the sea, blowing across the wasteland, causing countless weeds to bend, and then rushed to the front of Tanghua Temple.

The wind was blocked, and the Tanghua Temple shed its veil of darkness in an instant, revealing the golden Buddha light. The Buddha light shone everywhere, instantly covering the entire Tanghua Temple and illuminating it, and the bricks and tiles faded away from the mundane world, and the dazzling light awakened the monks in the entire temple.

The sky in the south was even darker, and the darkness was spreading, as if it was going to swallow up Tanghua Temple. But it always exuded a power that was hard to be contaminated, and the blackness was hard to get close to. The river, which was clearly divided, was probably like this, half of the sky was dark and scary, and the other half was warm and bright.

In the sky that had broken early in the morning, Xuanmiao's bald head was very bright. He looked at the darkness not far away and asked the host.

"Is that the black smoke that hit the Black Sea?"

"No! This is just a trace of his thoughts. The real him will not come out now. Now is not the right time."

After the host finished speaking, he put his dry hands together, and in an instant the sky changed, and in an instant the Buddha's light became stronger. This Buddha's light with a little golden color drove away all the evil spirits in the world and made the darkness retreat.

A tug-of-war began, with the abbot of Tanghua Temple and a trace of consciousness of the black smoke. The latter was weaker and gradually retreated back to the mysterious place behind the South China Sea and the Black Sea. The Buddha's light appeared for only five minutes, but the monks in the temple had already put on white plain clothes, sat cross-legged outside the room, and chanted scriptures on the spot.

Amid the chanting, the vision that had come so quickly from the sky had already vanished, but the true dawn was already very close.

"The demons are causing trouble and are always trying to harm the world. We just need to resist them."

Walking down the steps, the host said:

"When all the demons in the world are eliminated, you can return home and return to the secular world."

"Xuan Miao was picked up by my master from the battlefield. He grew up in Tanghua Temple. This is my home."

"This is my home too, but it's not my final destination, but I have found it, and you have to find it too."

"Host, where is your final destination?"

"Another world."

Touch the head mysteriously. If there is hair, scratch it hard.

Walking past the Huangguoshu tree, Xuanmiao followed the host and stopped, then turned around to look at the tree. The tree had a strange appearance, and its leaves were falling down in a golden hue.

The host took a look and prepared to leave, but Xuanmiao was stunned. The master said that when the leaves of the Huangguo tree fall, it means that the souls under it are angry. Even the Vajra Bodhisattva has an angry look, let alone the souls under the Huangguo tree. They must be very annoyed by the black smoke!