The slightly tipsy wind blew from the seaside of Erhai, bringing a refreshing freshness.
Xu Fugui enjoyed this moment very much. He always thought that maybe it was because he was older, or maybe he did not have that kind of spirit. In short, he was very greedy for everything in this world. Just like when he had just returned to the city and entered the university, he always liked to sit by the flowerbed of the university for most of the day. However, the university students who had just resumed the college entrance examination were relatively old, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. On the contrary, he could occasionally meet a few like-minded friends. They would sit by the flowerbed together, not chatting, and occasionally passing a few low-quality cigarettes to each other.
Standing on the high tower, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance and holding a cup of Maotai in his hand, Xu Fugui felt very comfortable now. At least, it was much better than when he was an educated youth who had no enough to eat.
"Drinking alone?"
An old monk in a kasaya walked up slowly. There were no monks in Chongsheng Temple. Although the country had recently allocated funds to renovate it, it was still a little desolate.
Perhaps it would become a famous tourist destination in 20 years.
"Well, drinking alone," Xu Fugui responded. "Master, would you like to have a cup?"
"Amitabha, Poor Monk does not want to break the precepts."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the master's body suddenly trembled and became a little blurred. Then, a young figure walked out of his body.
This person took the wine cup handed over by Xu Fugui and took a sip. His mouth made a crisp sound. "This wine is good. Did you bring it yourself?"
Xu Fugui was already used to this. This eminent monk from Yunnan could be considered to be quite familiar with him. This fellow had integrated the Dharma into his strengthening and forcibly cultivated his three generations of self, old, middle, and young. Moreover, he could switch them at any time. According to him, when he proved his Dao, he buried his middle-aged self.
Although the tombstone was only a formality, the master's middle-aged self had not manifested since then.
According to the Master's own words, the old self was the present self. The young self hadn't become a monk yet and could be used to drink, eat, and enjoy life without being affected by the rules and precepts. Then, the middle-aged self was useless, so it was better to throw it away. The simplest meaning of a monk was to leave home and throw away all the burdens that could be thrown away.
"Your friend should be coming out soon, right?" After the Master drank the wine, he returned to the appearance of an old monk. His face was full of wrinkles, full of vicissitudes.
"Yes, soon," Xu Fugui guessed.
Su Yuhang had gone to the Land of Dao Validation. This was just a formality.
"When are you going to prove your Dao?" Grandmaster asked again.
"Soon."
"Hehe."
The two of them were silent for a while before the Master broke the silence.
"You can see things that I can't see and touch karma that I dare not touch, so I can't give you too much advice. But I always feel that your friend is a little strange."
Grandmaster seemed to be hesitating whether or not he should bring up this topic, because he could see that Fu Gui and that young man called Su Yuhang had an extraordinary relationship. This kind of relationship could be called "friendship", and "friendship" was something that couldn't be more extravagant among the audience.
"Tell me the details." Xu Fugui still had that simple and honest look on his face. He had always been like this. He didn't speak much and liked to go along with others. Therefore, when he was with Su Yuhang, it was always Su Yuhang who did the talking and he would go along with it. Whatever Su Yuhang did, Xu Fugui would be there to help him. He was like a shy older brother.
"He has a talent that even I am shocked," the Master said very seriously and seemed to be a little emotional. Grandmaster said very seriously, seeming to be a little emotional, "But the speed at which his strength increases isn't that exaggerated."
"So?"
"So, he has a big heart."
"Scholars always pay attention to the world," Xu Fugui said disapprovingly.
"Hehe, maybe, but Poor Monk has lived for almost a hundred years and has seen many things. I can't see through that person, and I don't dare to look at him."
"That's enough, Grandmaster. You became a listener in your nineties and still managed to reach the Land of Dao Validation step by step. If you don't dare to look at him, I don't dare to look at you either."
"You." The Master shook his head without saying anything, but he could see that it was not that Xu Fugui didn't dare to look at him, but that he was "rarely muddle-headed."
In front of them, a young man walked from the edge of Erhai. He walked very slowly, but his figure kept flashing back and forth, as if he had moved several kilometers in a flash.
From the edge of Erhai to Chongsheng Temple, he seemed to have only taken a few steps.
Then, in the next moment, he appeared at the top of the pagoda, standing behind Xu Fugui and the Master.
His clothes fluttered in the wind, making him look unrestrained and unrestrained. Twenty years later, Han clothing gradually became popular in many circles, but for adult men, if they wore Han clothing without a beard, it was easy to look like a eunuch. But this did not happen to this person. His temperament and these clothes were so compatible.
"Amitabha." Even though he had just said bad things about Su Yuhang, the Master still put his palms together and bowed to him. He had lived for almost a hundred years. Even if he didn't become a listener, at his old age, he had always maintained absolute clarity of mind, which was enough for him to cultivate.
"How do you feel?" Xu Fugui asked.
"I'm fine. It's just that when I reached the Land of Dao Validation, I felt that someone was spying on me." Su Yuhang smiled. "Moreover, I feel that the person who is spying on me is not in the present, but in the future."
"It seems that you've learned my skills." Xu Fugui chuckled, as simple and honest as ever.
"I just casually waved it. No matter who he is, I'll be able to teach him a lesson." Su Yuhang turned around, looked at the Master, and said, "Master, can we go to the Asura Field where you said you were discovered?"
"But Fugui hasn't reached the Land of Dao Validation yet," the Master said.
"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry." Xu Fugui said, "But the place you discovered is an ancient battlefield isolated by the warlocks of the Qin army. Since it's already showing signs of collapsing, we should go in and take a look as soon as possible, lest we leave behind any regrets."
"Things that are supposed to collapse will collapse sooner or later, so we're not in a hurry. Plus, that isolated ancient battlefield has been riddled with holes for two thousand years. Who knows how much junk it has absorbed. It's probably a garbage dump now, so there's nothing to see."
"Let's go and take a look." Su Yuhang seemed a little impatient. "It's said that it's the birthplace of hell."
Yes, a long time ago, someone might have mistakenly entered that place and witnessed that terrifying scene. After returning and recounting it to others, it slowly evolved into a legend of hell. Then, stories such as the Ten Cardinal Hells and King Yama appeared. Even now, there would occasionally be people who mistakenly entered that place. Some never came out after entering, while others came out with a confused mind, constantly shouting about hell and the devil.
Therefore, some myths and legends weren't completely baseless. Of course, after thousands of years of oral transmission, there would definitely be a lot of artistic manipulation. However, this so-called hell really did exist.
It was just that it wasn't a place of reincarnation, and the souls of people wouldn't go there after they died. That place was just a forgotten space. Two thousand years ago, a Qin army had fought to the death there, and it had been abandoned until it became a 'storeroom'.
Seeing that Xu Fugui and Su Yuhang were so insistent, the Grandmaster didn't refuse and nodded. "Let the Poor Monk make preparations first. It's not easy to enter that place physically, especially since two of the three of us have already proven our Dao. If we enter with our bodies, it's very likely that the place will collapse. Therefore, we can only enter with our souls."
Su Yuhang and Xu Fugui nodded.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" the Grandmaster asked. "I'll get someone to prepare it. We'll leave at midnight."
"Whatever." Su Yuhang didn't mind. When it came to food, he wasn't very interested in anything other than what he made.
"I want to eat some meat and some wine," Xu Fugui stated his request.
The Grandmaster smiled and walked down the tower.
"Your child should be born soon, right?" Xu Fugui asked Su Yuhang after the Grandmaster left.
"Yes, soon. After this trip to hell, I'll wait for my child to be born." Su Yuhang took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. It was obvious that he wasn't in high spirits. Even though he had just proven his Dao, he didn't seem to be in high spirits.
"Why aren't you happy that you've become a big shot?" Xu Fugui asked.
"No matter how big the big shot is, compared to the other listeners, he's just a slightly bigger ant in the eyes of the radio." Su Yuhang chewed on the tobacco. "No matter how big he becomes after proving his Dao, he can't be bigger than the radio."
"That's true," Xu Fugui echoed.
The two of them stood there for a while to enjoy the wind before walking down the tower. Coincidentally, the Grandmaster was still down there. He seemed to be explaining some details to the construction team. This renovation was actually a kind of cultural relic preservation work, so it was natural to be more detailed. After all, it wasn't building a building.
Someone in the construction team was taking photos and archiving with a relatively novel camera. Xu Fugui's interest was piqued. He waved at the young man and whispered a few words in his ear. Then, he stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his hand. The young man was tactful and nodded.
"Come, come, come. Let's take a photo. Just treat it as a vacation." Xu Fugui pulled Su Yuhang and the Grandmaster to stand together.
Su Yuhang was a little speechless, and the Grandmaster also smiled.
However, the two of them didn't want to dampen Xu Fugui's interest, so they stood side by side with him.
The young man adjusted the focus of the camera.
He shouted, "Come, smile. It's done!"
"Click!"
A photo.
In the middle was the young Su Yuhang, on the left was the chubby Old Fugui, and on the right was the old Grandmaster.
Behind the three of them.
It was the towering Three Pagodas of Chongsheng Temple.
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