Chapter 109: Preacher, King Kong

In the snow-covered plateau, early in the morning, Sanjie ate a few pieces of milk tofu and drank a few sips of butter tea, which was considered a meal.
Putting on the thick clothes, picked up the bullwhip, opened the curtain and got out of the tent.
Looking around, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are white and icy, with sharp edges and corners, like the goddess of the earth, the sun is shining brilliantly on the snow in the mountains, fainting a large area of ​​golden red glow, it is the dress of the goddess, noble and graceful.
Sanjay looked at the distant mountains infatually, until his parents called him to work, and then reluctantly looked back.
Riding on his beloved white horse, he drove the cattle with his whip. Yesterday he saw a pasture with lush water and weeds. Today, he hurried over to feed the cattle.
Thinking of these quiet and melancholy yaks, Sanjay feels joy from the bottom of his heart. It is amazing that a family can have a dozen or so cows. I thank the Living Buddha for his blessing and let Sanjay’s family have nothing to worry about.
There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, the green grass covered the white edges, the horse's hoof was lightly stepped on, the dew moistened the fur, and the white horse that Sanjay was riding slapped its nose. Its gait was steady, and the muscles and bones of its back were undulating and vigorous. His blood was surging under his thick skin, and Sanjay swayed from side to side as it moved. If you want him to say, this kind of feeling is really endless. The tall Ma, he sat on it and watched the cows walking in the white and green sky like dark clouds. Everything was silent, and there was mist on the horizon, as if end of the world……
The rapid bell rang.
"Sanjay! Brother Sanjay!"
Sanjie turned his head, and a woman riding a yellow horse rushed. The bells on the horse's chest jingled, louder than the sound of horses' hoofs, and the brass-colored bells were polished and shiny, and the reflections were shining like stars.
"Dolma!" Sanjay laughed loudly and greeted him with a horse.
They sat right away and talked about intimate words, these endless sweet talks, but the two horses were side by side, but they were not pleasing to each other, and held their heads against each other from time to time.
"Sangjie, look over there!" Zhuoma's eyes were as cool and energetic as the melting water of a snowy mountain. When she opened her eyes wide because of surprise, it seemed that even the world would be reflected in it. Sanjie stared blankly at the distant mountains and the earth. The goddess, the golden clouds, the cattle, the vast grassland, if a person's eyes have such beauty, then people can completely abandon the aesthetics of other things, and simply appreciate beautiful women, just beautiful eyes.
"Hi! Don't look at me! A monk came over there!"
Monk!
Hearing this word, it was like a flash of lightning, rushing in from the ears, down the back to the soles of the feet, Sanjie shivered suddenly, the plateau red on his face was greasy again, and he looked bright. , Very energetic.
He also followed Dolma's beautiful fingers, and in the distant mist, a monk in a single-clothed man held the bowl with his hands and walked into his sight step by step.
He lowered his eyebrows, his posture was quiet and elegant, his clothes wetted with mist and clear frost, he covered his face with a layer of fresh water vapor, like a light veil hanging from a hat, when he came to the two horses, lifted At the beginning, through this hazy cover, a pair of deep poetic eyes.
"Where does the master come from?" Sanjie dismounted to greet.
"The poor monk Xuanshen came from the Jingye Temple in the Central Plains. He specially came to ask the Tantric Master for the Dharma, and he was more compassionate and compassionate to the people of the world." The monk was modest and gentle, which was heartbreaking.
There are many believers in the snowy area, and they treat the monks with special respect. On that day, Monk Xuanshen was treated with enthusiasm from Sanjie’s village.
The monk had left after a rest night, but the villagers were kindly invited, so he stayed and taught the Fa for the faithful.
He did not dare to mention half a word of the classic masterpiece, just because the Bodhisattva had not integrated the Dharma, so he said that he had seen all kinds of wonders in the Pure Land, the majestic Mount Sumeru, the tall Bodhisattva statue, the Bodhi forest on the sea, these colors , The body floats out from the bottom of the monk's throat and tongue like a lotus, turning into rain, nourishing the withered hearts of the people in the snowy area.
Sanjie and Dolma are convinced of the Pure Land. Every minute of what the monk says is a spiritual enjoyment. They watched the monk sitting on the ground, the eyes that were as sunny as daylight with the light of otherworldly...
So Xuan Shen explained how to recite the name of the Bodhisattva and how to sense the Pure Land. That night, in the quiet nomadic village, besides the sound of cows ruminating and horses kicking, there were even more ecstatic calls from believers.
There is really a pure land in the world!
This wonderful world that breaks through the most unbelievable fantasy is a dream that mortals dare not desire. Now it comes true, it is impossible not to cry like rain.
Killing sheep and cattle, the whole village celebrated, monk Xuanshen was offered butter tea, bowl after bowl, people sang and danced, and the light of butter candle rushed into the sky.
However, this joy will eventually end.
Three days later, Xuan Shen couldn't stay any longer, but pushed him to stay in every possible way, and he embarked on the road to Qinzhou Sakya Temple.
However, not long after he walked on his front foot, he was caught up by Sanjay on horseback that night.
"Master, help!" The young man rolled over and got off his horse and fell to his knees. The blood on his face had been swallowed by the gray of fear, and he looked like a ghost who lost his soul in the faint moonlight.
"What's so alarming?"
Sanjie's tone was quick, and Xuan Shen frowned when he explained the reason.
It turned out that as soon as he left on his front foot, a Vajra sect lama came on his back. He was accompanied by a group of entourages who came to beg for worship, ask for money and food, and ordered a few women to be concubines. Originally, the requirements of these masters would be fulfilled wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, now the villagers only yearn for the Pure Land and do not want to be caught.
"The bad lama was furious, and the adults and servants who came with him shouted and screamed at us. I saw that the situation was not good, so I asked everyone to flee on horseback. Abominable that group of thieves were powerful and arrested everyone. , If it weren't for my Bai Zhuer running fast, he would definitely not see you!"
"Where are they now?"
"He said he was taken to Qinzhou for public punishment."
"Don't say anything, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, we will catch up now!"
Xuan Shen thought: "That Immeasurable King Kong Sect is quite notorious and a big evil sect. With my minimal martial arts, how many people can be saved in this event is still unknown, but time is not for me. When it comes to a critical juncture, I have to give up. The skin should also keep these Buddhism seeds..."
They rode to chase the band of thieves on horseback.
On horseback, Xuan Shen entered the Pure Land and told the monks what had happened to him, which immediately aroused indignation. Shaolin immediately sent twenty monks to the Western Regions. The rest of Buddhism also responded. Gather a team of martial arts masters, and rush to Qinzhou together to seek justice for the villagers.
After chasing them for three days, they finally caught up with the Lama of the King Kong Sect and his party 30 miles outside Qinzhou.
Seeing how scarred the villagers were, Sanjie couldn't help crying. He bravely rushed into the thieves to fight. Xuan Shen hurriedly stopped him and walked to the front.
"Dare to ask who is the master of King Kong Sect?"
A red-robed monk wearing a cockscomb hat came out from the crowd.
"Om! What an original monk, dare to stop Buddha's way!"
"Amitabha, the poor monk is here to ask the guru to bypass these innocent villagers."
"Hey! There is such a light thing in the world, is it because you say nothing, Buddha will listen? I think you are disrespectful to the Tathagata, and disrespectful to the Dharma! When I take you down, take you to Qin Let the state take the lead!"
Such rhetoric is really frightening.
The Lama was unreasonable and ignored. He rushed forward in three or two steps and lifted his right palm. He saw that his palm was red, and there were more piercing electric flashes. It was like a Thunder King soldering iron, and it was the fifth-order secret of the King Kong Sect. !
"Outside the road!"
The palm is as sharp as a knife.
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