Chapter 1782: Shiwandashan

Lu Yi didn't reach out to pick up the treasure box, but wondered: "Master, why do you say the thing returns to its original owner?"
The old Lama smiled and said: "This is the thing of the donor Lu, but it has been kept in your temple. Does it mean that Donor Lu doesn't remember the past of Qianchen?"
Lu Yi shook his head, he had no impression, and listening to the old lama's opinion, this thing was stored in the Potala Palace in his previous life.
How could Lu Yi remember the things in his previous life?
"It's okay. Since Donor Lu can't remember it, it doesn't matter. In short, this thing is returned to the original owner in my hands. Donor Lu, please take it back!"
Lu Yi took the treasure box suspiciously, opened it, and saw a green bodhi seed lying in the treasure box.
"The Potala Palace has been guarding this longan Bodhi for many years. Today the object is returned to the original owner and fulfilled our promise. I also hope that Lord Lu will remember your promise." said the old lama.
"What promise?" Lu Yi asked.
"When the Potala Palace was in distress, I asked Lu Donor to rescue him," the old lama said.
"This is nature." Lu Yi said earnestly: "The Potala Palace is a holy place for spiritual practice, the pure land of Buddhism. If there is a problem in the Potala Palace one day, even if the master does not say it, I will not stand by."
"He said so, I can go with confidence." The old Lama's tone became relaxed.
"Master, what did my previous life look like? Why don't I remember anything?" Lu Yi asked curiously.
"The Buddha said, don't say, don't say, everything is doomed in the dark, and when that day comes, the donor Lu will naturally know." The old Lama replied.
Lu Yi frowned. It was obvious that the old lama knew something about his previous life, but he just didn't tell him, which made him a little unhappy.
But on second thoughts, Buddhism people are like this. They never speak thoroughly. If they say it completely, it will make people unbelievable.
"Master, you said earlier that you were seriously ill. I am a doctor. Would you like me to show you?" Lu Yi said.
In the darkness, the old lama said nothing.
"Master?" Lu Yi yelled again, but before he could respond, he looked up and saw the old lama kind-eyed and smiling.
"Master, you are saying something!" Lu Yi said again, but the old lama still did not speak, and suddenly Lu Yi's face changed slightly.
Because the old lama has no breath of life.
"Master, go well." Lu Yi folded his hands together, bowed deeply, then got up, opened the door, and saw the little lama standing outside.
Lu Yi bowed and said, "Master has passed away."
Unexpectedly, not only did the little lama not be sad, but a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Thank you, Master Lu, Master has finally freed himself from the world and became bliss."
"By the way, what is the name of the master?" Lu Yi asked.
He thought that if he knew the name of the old lama, he might be able to meet people who knew the old lama in the future. Maybe he could inquire about some things about his past life.
The little lama said: "I don't know the name of the master, the disciples in the temple call him Living Buddha."
what?
Lu Yi was surprised, this old lama is a living Buddha?
"Master is the wisest living Buddha in our Potala Palace for three hundred years. He has lived for more than two hundred years. Now he has completed his merits. Thanks to Lu donor." The little lama saluted Lu Yi and walked into the wooden house. .
Lu Yi was in a daze, a 200-year-old living Buddha, this is rare.
The Living Buddha passed away, and the Potala Palace held a big ceremony. Lu Yi has not left these days. He has been studying Longan Bodhi.
He discovered that this bodhi seed has inexplicable effects, no matter what kind of environment or how impetuous it is, as long as he holds this bodhi seed in his hand, he can instantly enter concentration and enter the state of cultivation.
Moreover, holding this bodhi child in your hand during cultivation will not produce the slightest distracting thoughts.
"It's really a good thing. With it in hand, I won't be afraid of the demons from now on." Lu Yi put the Bodhi child into the space ring, and soon frowned, muttering to himself: "My previous life What does it look like?"
Lu Yi stayed in the Potala Palace for half a month, after attending the farewell ceremony of the Living Buddha, and then he followed to the next place: Shiwan Dashan.
Shiwanda Mountain, located in the southern part of Guangbei, facing the sea and adjacent to South Vietnam, has beautiful scenery and winding mountains and rivers. Unlike Longhu Mountain, which has large Taoist temples, there are only a few small villages.
Many villagers make their own wooden boats to receive tourists, walk along the green water and enjoy the scenery on both sides of the strait.
Lu Yi also rented a wooden boat.
The owner of the wooden boat is an old man in his sixties, holding an old-fashioned smoker in his mouth, while rowing the boat, he introduced to Lu Yi in Guangbei dialect: "The scenery here is very good, the boss can take a good look, you If you have any instructions, just call me."
Lu Yi nodded, stood on the bow, and looked forward.
The faint green water is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the white clouds in the sky against the water, which is not so delicate.
Lu Yi has seen the rushing of the Yangtze River, the majestic Yellow River, and the turbulent sea. Although the currents here do not have those sights, they are quiet, dangerous and unique.
The wooden boat went down the water and entered a gorge with steep cliffs on both sides. From time to time, apes and monkeys would call from the mountains on both sides.
Lu Yi couldn't help thinking of a poem written by Li Daoyuan about the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River in "Shui Jing Zhu", and he chanted softly: "The Badong Three Gorges is long, and the monkeys cry three tears on their clothes. This is really like the Three Gorges."
"The boss is right. Our locals call this Little Three Gorges." The old man smiled and said, "When we finish walking this gorge, we will move into the swallows."
"Yanziqian? This name is a little weird, is it related to Yanzi?" Lu Yi asked.
"When you get there, the boss will know it naturally." The boss deliberately hangs his appetite.
The wooden boat walked forward and out of the canyon, and a wider canyon appeared. On the left side of the canyon, there was a huge cave with tens of thousands of swallows hovering outside the cave.
The old man pointed to the karst cave and said to Lu Yi: "Please look at the boss. This is where swallows move. Whether it is summer or winter, swallows are always here."
Lu Yi understood that this is where the swallows live, so it is called the swallow migration.
"During the Anti-Japanese War, Japanese devils came to us Guangbei to sweep away, and many villagers hid in this cave." The old man rowed a boat while telling stories to Lu Yi.
The wooden boat continued forward.
Stopping and walking all the way, Moyue walked for two hours, and finally came to the end. There was no water flow in front of him. Looking around, there were only endless peaks.
"Boss, let's go back!" the old man said.
Lu Yi pointed to the mountain in front of him and said, "Old man, you are familiar with this place, can you take me to see that mountain?"
Hearing what Lu Yi said, the old man hurriedly said, "Boss, I can't go there, I can't go."
"Why?" Lu Yi wondered.
The old man lowered his voice and said nervously, "There are ghosts in the mountains."