Apocalypse

The two of them then walked out of the house one after the other and walked towards the back mountain, passing by the ruins of the main hall, Yun Xuan'er looked at the ruins with a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't stop and followed Qing Fan along the dry branch road.

The deep pool was located in the opposite direction of the burial of the master's mother, and although it was on top of a giant tree, the leaves on it were also covered with trees and flowers, as if they were more alive than the earth, and the two of them soon came to the edge of a leaf. This so-called deep pool is actually just a long dead straight trunk in the giant tree, there is water in it, the water depth is bottomless, the difference between the trunk and the leaves where Qing Fan and the two of them are is more than ten meters high, the cold wind blows the cheeks of the two, making Yun Xuan'er feel a little uneasy

Qingfan came to the leaf and sat down, pinched a grain of rice, and threaded it on the hook. He carefully slid the hook down the pit and faded into the darkness. After waiting for a while, as the fish hook was like water, the crisp plopping sound of his life came from below, and after Qing Fan stopped his movements, he quietly waited for the fish to take the bait.

Yun Xuan'er looked at Qing Fan who was fishing, and couldn't help but ask: "Qing Fan, your master is a member of the Buddhist Sect, as a disciple, isn't it a taboo for the Buddhist Sect to kill?" Her voice was soft and full of doubts.

Qing Fan stared at the fishing rod and said softly, "In the past, I also asked the master the same question. I asked the master why I didn't have to follow the taboo of killing. The master told me that he was no longer a disciple of Buddhism when he accepted me as an apprentice, so I could not call myself a disciple of Buddhism, so naturally I did not have to be bound by those rules. "

After saying this, a faint sadness swelled in Qingfan's heart, remembering the tragic situation of the master before his death, and the hand holding the fishing rod was a little heavier.

"It's not why the disciples of Buddhism are in the temple, but when I passed by the main hall before, I wondered who the main hall enshrined. Yun Xuan'er then asked

"I have been in this temple since I can remember, and I clean the temple every day, and the one enshrined in the front hall is the medical saint Du Simiao. "

"Master, who is the stone man enshrined here," a crisp children's voice sounded in the temple.

The old monk took the boy's hand and replied gently: "This is the medical saint Du Simiao, who has been recognized by magic for his medical skills, and used magic and healing to cure diseases and save people, creating a peerless genius who is the first person to practice medicine, and founded the disease-free medical hall. He has helped countless people in his life, and his merits are immeasurable. "

Later, the medical saint Du Simiao passed away, but the people of the Atlantic continent built many temples to honor him in order to commemorate him. This temple is one of them. "

The boy asked, puzzled, "Can people really bless themselves from getting sick by burning incense and worshipping here?"

The old monk looked at the stone statue in the main hall, pondered for a moment, and then replied: "Qingfan, there are many powers between heaven and earth, such as magic, swordsmanship, etc. One of them is the power of faith, which is generated when ordinary people are full of trust, admiration, and worship for practitioners, and this power can help practitioners improve their own strength, and at the same time, it will also give back the power cultivated by practitioners to ordinary people. "

Du Simiao practiced medicine and Taoism, and was admired and worshiped by the world, so he was blessed by the power of faith. This force helped him break through the barriers of cultivation, helped him exorcise evil spirits, cured diseases, and saved his life. Although burning incense and worshipping here does not directly protect people from getting sick, the power of his practice will help believers improve their resistance to illness and thus help them maintain their health. "

After listening to the old monk's words, the boy was still a little puzzled, and then asked, "Isn't he already immortal, and will he have the strength to give back to the believers?"

"Although the medical saint passed away as an immortal, the power of his cultivation is still there, the power of his practice is still being practiced by the world, and the power of faith has not disappeared. "

The soft sound of a bell pulls Kiyohei back from his memories and lifts his rod to reveal a medaka with this unique pattern on its side. According to the Master, the medaka fish will gradually grow seven rainbow-like patterns on its side, each long pattern, marking that it will enter a new stage of growth, when he is born is a pattern, two lines when he is enlightened, three patterns can be cultivated, four patterns can be transformed, five lines are mang, six patterns are Jiao, seven patterns can be turned into dragons, but it is said that people have not found two patterns of rainbow medaka fish so far.

Qingping took the fish off the hook, put it in the fish basket, turned to Yun Xuan'er and said, "Let's go, let's go to the village chief's house."

The two of them walked along the withered branch road one after the other, without saying a word, and when they came to the fork in the road where their mother and master were buried, they both stopped, and in that direction, their eyes were already full of tears. For a long time, Yun Xuan'er took the lead and said that it was time to go.