Chapter 385: Crossing the way to Lu Mountain to invite guests, Liu Songtao emerged suddenly
Zhao Hongdan laughed loudly and repeated the “misappy” several times.
There are a quiet and quiet building facing the sun on the mountain, with green bamboos and elegant scenery, for visitors to visiting Caishishan. The small building is built with small water bamboo, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. The equipment in the building is mostly made of bamboo, bamboo flute, bamboo flute, bamboo bed and bamboo table, and some bamboo root carvings are even more ancient and quaint. Zhao Hongdan personally settled the group with every detail, and then he brought his daughter Hu Chunya up the mountain to see the real owner of Caishi Mountain.
After Xu Fengnian left the building, he walked into the bamboo forest along the stone path. There were wooden fences on both sides of the path, and there were big red lanterns hanging on the bamboo building along the road. I guess after the sky was dim, the lights stretched out in two lines, which was also a rare beauty. As Xu Fengnian walked, he came to an ancient temple. The spring water was ding. The ancient temple was supported by the Hu family in Caishishan. It was probably not open to pilgrims outside the mountain. The plaque was hanged with “Xiaguang Zen Temple” and a couplet on the gate was also very interesting. “If you don’t look back, who will save you the sufferings and the sufferings? If you can change your thoughts, why do you need to be compassionate and compassionate?”
Go back.
Xu Fengnian smiled slightly and had the idea of turning around and leaving to return to her residence. A red robe of yin appeared beside him. After a period of rest and recuperation, its two faces had regained most of their glory, but their six arms turned into five arms, which looked even more bizarre. Since Xu Fengnian didn’t want to go up to the temple, and didn’t want to turn back in a hurry, she walked to the river outside the temple and squatted on a big stone. She listened to the gurgling stream, and felt peaceful and selfless. The Yin Fo lowered his head and saw that his boots were stained with some soil. He stretched out his fingers to peel them off gently. Xu Fengnian smiled and said, “Don’t clean it up, it will be dirty when you go back.”
But the Yin Fo was still working tirelessly to do this silent trivial matter.
A harsh scream from a child came from behind the two.
“Ghost, ghost!”
A group of beautiful children were carrying bamboo baskets on their arms, carrying small hoes to dig winter bamboo shoots, and each gained something in the bamboo forest. At this time, they suddenly saw a woman in red who could twist her face behind her, and of course she regarded it as a wild ghost hiding in the bamboo forest.
“Don’t be afraid, this is the Zen Temple. Let’s kill that ghost!”
“Yes, my father said that evil is not inferior to justice. Ghosts are most afraid of the sound of chanting scriptures and reading in temples. While smashing it, they recite the “Thousand Character Text”. “
An older boy spoke out loud and threw out the hoe in his hand, and the other children agreed. Children in Caishishan can use medicine to exercise their bodies very early, and their strength is far beyond ordinary children. They throw seven or eight hoes to the stream at once. Several crying girls also raised their courage. Their arm strength was relatively weak, and they could not throw their hoes by the stream. They began to recite the “Thousand Character Text” that almost all private schools would let their children go to rote. After throwing the hoe, it was impossible to hit it. BoyThey all began to bend down and pick up lighter stones. Unfortunately, for some reason, both hoes and stones tampered with the established trajectory, lost their accuracy, and fell around the pair of ghosts, the white-headed ghost and the red-clothed ghost. The children lost their initial timidity and became more courageous as they fought. Even the youngest boys began to smile and regard throwing stones as a pleasure. After throwing all the nearby stones, they replaced them with winter bamboo shoots in bamboo baskets.
Xu Fengnian’s arm was kept tightly held by it, so he did not turn his head.
“Let’s go, call my parents to fight the ghost.” A boy gave an order.
A little girl glanced at the vermilion object in disgust and said with a look of spitting: “Ugly monster! It’s really a ghost!”
This ugly monster.
Perhaps it is better than all the fierce methods of Han Diao Temple outside Shenwu City.
Xu Fengnian was about to speak, but he turned to see that it held his arm tightly with one arm, and his other four arms held Huanxi and Compassion’s two faces. His fingers were like hooks, and blood was leaking, almost trying to tear off his skin.
He raised his hand gently, pulled down its fingers bit by bit, looked at the stream, and walked around its shoulders, letting its head rest on his shoulders.
Her eyes were bleeding.
Four lines of blood and tears blurred their cheeks.
Xu Fengnian murmured, “Xu Ying, how can you be so beautiful that I thought outside Shenwu City, before lending the Spring and Autumn Sword, it’s good to die with you.”
Her joy was crying and compassion was laughing.
The sun is falling.
There is a piece of adobe on the top of Mount Lanta that has been in prison for nearly forty years. It has a slight looseness, and in an instant, it is like a clay bodhisattva cracking, showing a dazzling and undefeated golden body. In addition to this mound on the top of the mountain, there is also an elderly monk sitting cross-legged in a broken cassock. He is old, with snow-white eyebrows and knees hanging down. He turns on the mud. The wind and sun blow, making his skin dark and wrinkled, like a dry field, making his two white eyebrows become more and more pale. When he saw the adobe loose and the mud chips fell to the ground, it was obviously almost subtle and invisible, but in the ears of this Tantric Dharma King, it seemed like the thunder sounded in his ears, and his two long eyebrows were fluttering, and his body became more and more motionless. As a true monk who claims to have never said a word of lies in his life, he has not missed his body, speech and mind. He and another eminent monk have been waiting here for more than 20 years. The old monk with white eyebrows stood up, lowered his eyebrows and looked pleased, and saw debris falling, golden light shining everywhere, and the real person showed his appearance. At this moment, Mount Lanta suddenly recited the scriptures, and the mountain was even more majestic in the chanting, and the treasure was solemn. The old monk facing the east looked back and looked west. The setting sun was setting. I wonder if it was an illusion. As the mound was like a sleeping lion, he finally stopped taking a nap. After opening his eyes, he shook away the dust and began to swallow the mountains and rivers. The afterglow suddenly brightened. Compared with the glory of the sky, the splendor was not bad at all.
Great Sun Tathagata.
The elderly Dharma King turned his head slowly, and an old monk who seemed to be turning his head back to the sun appeared in his sight. He was even more old and foolish than the old monk who was over 100 years old. He was dry and thin, and he was probably less than 90 kilograms. He was so weak that he was so weak. Although Mount Lanta is not martial, the eminent monks of all generations, like the Liuzhu Master who is only considered his junior, have good cultivation levels. The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and is compassionate, and at the same time he can also subdue the dragon and elephant. The old monk in the sight of the white-browed monk was silent and lifeless, and extremely silent. Tantric Buddhism advocates realizing Buddhahood in this life, and the Eastern Land and Central Plains have always regarded it as evil. In the final analysis, the Confucian and Taoist religions have had grudges. Now, the Liyang Dynasty and Beimang destroyed Buddhism almost at the same time, but in fact, it was Zen Buddhism. However, the old monk Baimei wanted to see the general trend after the Buddhist catastrophe. He could not do it himself, and could only hope for the pure and pure lion in front of him who made a great wish to realize Buddhahood in this life and to be a Buddha.
The old monk withered finally spoke, but before he could make a sound, he first breath of turbid air slowly spit out like ash smoke, “The body and mind are just like glass bottles, which can be knocked out with one hammer. But millions of glass bottles are in the east.”
The old monk with white eyebrows moved, his hands folded, and the Buddha sang: “From west to east, if I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?”
The old monk withered who was even older than the hundred-year-old Dharma King on Mount Lanta said this, stretched out his hand and stroked it on his head, like a hammer hitting himself, scattering golden light, and the light shining on the top of the mountain.
The white-browed monk showed sadness.
With a hammer, I should have achieved Buddhahood in my life and achieved the supreme Dharma Body Buddha, but the monk knew that the monk in front of me was not like this at all. A magnificent and bright sun above the West Mountain seemed to have lost support. After the monks were initiated by themselves, they quickly dim, curling the afterglow and quickly falling down the mountain.
When standing, the monk with two white eyebrows and knees looked up again and saw that there was no trace of the old monk who had been enlightened for forty years. There was an epiphany in the Liangzen Temple, and this cease has been a long time. There was only the sound of chanting scriptures all over the mountain, and the old monk sighed softly.
An old monk outside the Tiemen Pass passed through the desert and crossed the Gobi Desert. Once he stopped, he made a knife with his fingers, cut off his arm flesh, and fed the young eagles between the cracks in the mountain walls; once he was squatting in the desert and watching the insect wander. When the old monk who was about to die came outside Kuimen Pass, he seemed to be more than teenagers younger. He stood outside the pass, dazed and dazed, his eyes dazed, only watching the people who entered or went out of the border and were rushing to come and go. It was a few days and nights. When the pass pass was about to go and interrogate, the old monk was gone.
There are many dangerous mountains and deep streams in the northern part of Western Shu, and the Shu road is difficult to reach the blue sky. An old man in a monk’s clothes is like a swan, coming and going like a wind. He saw a high mountain crossing the top of the mountain and crossing the river. His dead wood skin has begun to shine, just like a winter tree in early spring, but his eyes are becoming more and more confused and his cassock is floating. The next step is as you want. I met a boatman pulling a boat on the shallows, and the monk appeared at the stern of the boat, stepping on the frozen river, listenHe took the horn of a man from Shu and pushed the big ship twenty miles away. A dozen feet swept through the deep mountains and forests. With a bang, the old monk stopped suddenly and held a winter bird that was hit by him with both hands. The flesh and blood on his palms were blurred. The old monk’s eyes were confused. First, he suddenly woke up and felt silently sad, and then fell into confusion, his eyes were dull. This station was half a day, during which heavy rains hit the top, and snows worsened the body’s bones. It was not until one morning that the rising sun rose, and then suddenly turned around and headed eastward. After walking through the yellow sand for thousands of miles, passing through the Tangchi of Jincheng, Qianxunzhigou and Yangchan Trail, we finally set foot in the Central Plains. I also hid in the rain under the walls of the town and shoulders, watched the pedestrians with umbrellas, watched people pound clothes by the stream that was so high that they could not even knees, listened to the updater knocking on the update under the moon and stars, and met the roadside frozen bones on the roadside in the ancient capital of the famous city.