Chapter 952 Asked

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"Door, you are blocking the way!"
The old lama is an old man with a pleated face covered with age spots. He is wearing a big red lama suit. He is sweeping the ground with a broom in his hand. He looks at the lama in the Potala Palace. Hearing Ding Ning's answer, the turbid old eyes looked at him, then pointed his finger at his foot with a broom, indicating that he was not standing, blocking his way of sweeping the floor.
"Is it blocked? Or is it wrong?"
There is no sign of a spiritual flow, just an ordinary old lama, ordinary sweeping the floor, but the ordinary words are like a blue sky, so that Ding Ning trembled.
"There is no right or wrong, but also how people go. If you stand here like you, it is easy to block others."
The old lama seems to have a deep meaning.
Ding Ning seems to have a sense of enlightenment: "What is the Tao?"
"There is no way in the world, but there are more people to go, and naturally it becomes a Tao."
The old lama replied without raising his head.
"What is your way?"
"When I was eight years old, I swept the steps here every morning and evening. Whether it was wind or rain, or thunder and lightning, I have never stopped for seventy years. Every step and every texture here is well known. This is my way."
"What is my way?"
Ding Ning bowed his head and whispered to himself, but he did not hear the answer for a long time. He looked up subconsciously and where there was a trace of the old lama.
When did you go?
Ding Ning lost his eyes and suddenly saw a young lama cleaning the steps. He immediately went up and asked: "Master, please ask, what is the master who has been sweeping the floor here?"
"What is the master of sweeping the floor? Here I have been cleaning up with Zabu."
The young lama blinked in confusion and pointed to the older lama who was sweeping on the other side, indicating that it was Zab.
"Impossible, I just had an old lama sweeping the floor here and talking to me."
Ding Ning’s heart was amazed, and he seized his wrist and said.
"The donor, you have been standing here for more than half an hour, and you are talking to yourself, where is there any old lama!"
The young lama hurriedly broke free of his hand and looked at him with a nervous look.
"what!"
Ding Ning was shocked and unsuccessfully slowed down and asked: "Do you have the old lama responsible for sweeping the land in the Potala Palace? He just told me that he has been here for seventy years."
"You are crazy? Nonsense, I am courageous, don't scare me, here are the old lamas who are sweeping the ground, where are the old lamas? If you have nothing, just go, the sky is dark, don't mess here. !"
The courage of the young lama seems to be really small, with the red face of the plateau red rising red, shouting loudly.
"Sanger, what's wrong?"
Zab heard the buzz of the young lama and quickly came over and asked.
"Zebo brother, this person has a neuropathy. It is clear that no one has come here for a long time. He said that there was an old lama who was sweeping the floor here and chatting with him."
Sanger, like a child who was aggrieved, complained to Zhabu: "He also scared me that the old lama swept the ground for seventy years."
Zhabu’s eyes suddenly changed a bit, but he quickly recovered his calmness. Sang did not find it, but he did not escape Ding’s eyes. It seems that this Zhabu knows something.
"The donor, it’s too late, we have to close the temple door, and it’s not good to go down the mountain at night. Please come back!

Zabu was slightly in the air, although the tone was very polite, but it was ordered.
Ding Ning glanced at him deeply, and his mouth floated with a smile: "Okay, then I will not bother, and come back to visit the Potala Palace."
After that, Ding Ning turned away without hesitation, but the gods knew that Zhabu seemed to be slightly relieved.
"Master Zab, you said when we can practice the Dharma, just sweeping the floor all day, and it’s boring to die."
Sang sees Ding Ning, this neuropathy is not entangled, and this is a relief, whispering to Zabu.
"What's wrong with sweeping the floor? Sweeping the ground is also a kind of practice. Your understanding of Dharma is still too shallow."
Zab snorted and whispered.
"Which is the practice of sweeping the floor? You know that I am fooling me."
Sanger is not convinced.
"You don't have Huigen, and no wonder you can't comprehend."
Zabu shook his head helplessly: "There was a lotus life Buddha that was silently sweeping seven here..."
"What lotus life Buddha, why haven't I heard of it? Brother Zab, tell me about it."
Seeing Zab suddenly shut up, Sanger curiously asked.
Zhabu looked around and saw that no one noticed him. This was relieved and relieved. He whispered and sternly warned: "Don't ask again, it is a taboo. Master once accidentally said that he missed his mouth. I heard it."
"Master Zhab, don't you know me? My mouth can be strict, you will tell me, I promise not to tell anyone."
Sanger sweared and sweared and pleaded, and Zab looked at him with vigilance. He said, "I tell you, can you tell anyone!"
"I promise that if I dare to leak it, I will let my soul fly away and never enter the reincarnation."
Sanger patted his chest and sweared.
Zab’s face showed a color of thought:
If the young man just said that he saw an old lama who claimed to have swept for seventy years, I still can’t remember this lotus life Buddha, but it was a few hundred years ago. The thing, the young man will definitely not be the lotus life Buddha."

Is anyone really here for seventy years?

Sanger suddenly opened his mouth and asked in surprise.
"Yes, that Liansheng is an orphan who came from a master of the Potala Palace. No one knows his origins. The master was reincarnation when Liansheng was eight years old. Liansheng was not covered, and Didn't show any Huigen, the guru who presided over the things in the temple used him as a servant, and asked him to clean the steps in front of the temple twice in the morning and evening. This sweep is seventy years."
There is a touch of adoration on Zab's face: "No one can think of it. This lotus life is actually a living Buddha. Don't look at him for a lifetime, but after he swept for seventy years, he suddenly realized his enlightenment. Raw lotus, lift the sky and fly!"

Willing the sky rise? Is it not a reincarnation?

Sanger screamed and asked inexplicably.
"It is not a reincarnation. If it is a reincarnation, it will inevitably leave his Buddha's house. According to the master, many people witnessed it at the time. At that time, the voice of the Buddha in the sky burst, and the Buddha's body was full of light. Step by step, the lotus grows step by step to the void until he disappears into the sky, and the road of heaven that consists of countless golden lotuses gradually dissipates."
Zhabu’s envy is awkward: "Don’t look at what everyone said, and pass away as a reincarnation, but in fact everyone knows that death is dead, and that the pains of repairing for a lifetime are also understandable. In the burning of fire, it is turned into a relic. Even if there is a reincarnation of a spiritual boy, it only inherits those sentiments, but it cannot inherit the memory. No matter how self-deception, the reincarnation is no longer the original person. This is no It is a questionable fact, where the lift of the Buddha’s life is like a real living Buddha.

"It's great, but, Brother Zhab, don't you feel weird? Lotus Life Buddha is so powerful, why is it forbidden for us to mention this thing in the Potala Palace?"
Sanger’s face is fascinating. He hates that he can’t lift the sky, but he is young, his brain is alive, and he quickly thinks about the irrationality.
"Because Lotus is a demon!"
There was a sigh of sorrow on the face of Zab. "After he left the Potala Palace, the temple suspected that he had secretly practiced the supreme Dharma and went to his house to look for it. To his message book, he claimed to be a demons, killing countless lives, using Buddhism to enlighten him, reincarnation and rebuilding, after seventy-eight years, he became a magic Buddha, thanking me for spreading the Dharma and combining it with the two Buddhas. A practice method created by the Tao stayed in the temple, and our holy place of Buddhism turned out to be the place of enlightenment of the devil. If you changed it, would you dare to publicize it?"
"Magic? Is there really a magic in this world?"
Sanger suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed a hard mouth.
"I also listened to Master, and I know where."
After Zabu finished, he once again severely warned: "Remember, you must not say it, do you know?"
"You can rest assured that I know the importance of our Potala Palace."
Sanger quickly promised, and then the eyeball turned: "Zabo brother, isn't the Liansheng devil not leaving a practice method? Why are people in our temple not practicing?"
"It’s not that you don’t practice, you can’t practice, and you don’t dare to practice. Before you practice that magical power, you must cultivate a Dharma foundation called Bodhisattva Heart!

Zhabu said with some helplessness, but did not know that Ding Ning, who was spreading his mind, was eavesdropping, and his eyes burst into a stunned light, which turned out to be "Bodhi Heart"? How can this be?
"Bodhi Hearts?" Why haven't I heard of this Dharma?"
Sanger thought for a moment, asking doubts.
"Of course, you have never heard of it. It was Zen Buddhism, not our Tantrics. Later, the master tried to get the "Bodhi Heart" from Zen Buddhism and tried to practice, but it had no effect at all, not only slow cultivation. It is very difficult to increase the cultivation, and only the role of meditation and meditation, many people have cultivated, but they have never been allowed to enter, let alone cultivate the magic, so everyone thinks that the lotus Buddha is ignoring us. Devil, where is so kind."
Zab shook his head in frustration. He knew Sanger's thoughts, but what about it? He also tried to cultivate "Bodhi Heart", but it had no effect.
Ding Ning reveals a thoughtful color. The general practice of "Bodhi Heart" is as difficult as it is said by Zab, including his own feelings when he was practicing. If the old man insisted that he practice, he would Just repair the other ones.
It was not until the Shiren was activated that the Shangsan Temple was opened, and after the double-faced Buddha appeared, the cultivation of Bodhisattva Hearts was only a thousand miles away, and he also learned the great magical powers of the great compassion.
The Lotus Buddha is walking the path that the predecessors have never walked. It is rebuilt in the reincarnation of the devil. It shows that he preserves the memory of the past life. Therefore, the cultivation practice he created is based on his innate spirit. This is probably the place that Liansheng ignored.
Ding Ning recalled carefully, and soon found the reason why ordinary people could not cultivate "Bodhi Heart". It is necessary to know that he was born after the double-faced Buddha. "Bodhi Heart" gradually showed its magical meaning and could be arbitrarily transformed into The energy of any attribute, this is probably the most precious place in Bodhi Heart.