Chapter 138: His Holiness passes on merits, a doll of trouble

Li Dingxun looked at the phantom in front of him.
He is the only light source in the cave, like a luminous colloid, aggregated into a human form.
An old man in a very strange dress.
He spoke with an earnest expression on his face, and sparks flew out from his lips, floating like fireflies, and disappeared in the air instantly.
"For so many years, there are finally living people. The fourteen sages of this holy way of pure land are really hard to describe in one word. Alas, Bodhisattva, bless you, let this new kid be smarter, and best practice Supreme Yoga. If you can’t get it done, you’ll find someone to learn it again, and you have to memorize all the exercises..."
This strange old man hasn't seen people for a long time, and his strong desire to talk can't stop, and the language is flowing like a tide.
"If it doesn't work, you can only empower... Doesn't this seat have reincarnation? Poor Pure Land only has reincarnation not long ago, and the old monk wants to experience it too. Don't enter the animal life..."
Li Dingxun asked, "Old man, who are you?"
The chattering mouth of the soul stopped, no, not stopped, but froze, restrained, as if there was a wall in the mouth, the lingering sound of the words was still whirling on the tip of the teeth, but the sound was completely low to nowhere.
The old man was silent for a while, then laughed again.
"who am I?
"You must remember that I am a suicidal coward, don't follow me in the future.
"Okay, let's apprentice."
Li Dingxun knelt on the ground dizzy, just like he was kneeling in front of the teacher.
The unknown lama rubbed the top of his head with his thin right palm.
Li Dingxun raised his head blankly, and countless Western texts on the cave wall lit up.
The palm of the soul is neither cold nor warm, but lacks texture.
Lack of vitality.
Like clouds, light yarn.
"Okay, you will be the descendant of the King Kong Sect in the future. Get up, I will teach you the "Diamond Four Plus Exercises"..."
Everything happened too fast, like a dream, everything seen, heard, smelled, touched, and thoughts were so illusory.
Li Dingxun fainted unconsciously.
...
"Xunzi, wake up." Mother Li Meizheng woke up the sleeping eldest son in the quiet room.
"Ama, I just dreamed."
"What dream?"
"There are golden everywhere, mountains, and bodhisattvas."
Li Meizheng smiled with joy, "Good boy, you are in the Pure Land!"
"It seems to be." Li Dingxun remembered the words on the mountain wall, the so-called Holy Land.
"Quickly talk to your grandmother, what did you see? Are there many people? Are they aggressive with you?"
"No one, no, someone, there is an old man who is kind to me and teaches me things."
"What did you teach you?"
"I don't remember, I fell asleep."
Li Meizheng laughed loudly, and was amused by his son's dullness.
She smiled and hugged Li Dingxun, led him to sleep, tucked the quilt, turned around and went out to talk to Li Piguang about the good news.
The bedroom door was closed, and Li Dingxun did not sleep.
But he didn't open his eyes either.
He felt that there was a white flower in the middle of his brain with only two petals. A cold air flow gushing from it, flowing down the spine, and under the belly, a coral-red four-petal flower poured into two, which was divided into two. Strands, one left and one right, turn from the side back to the eyebrows.
very funny.
After watching for a while, he was a little tired, and he planned to go to bed. At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Li Piguang entered the house with a smile.
When his father came, Li Dingxun had to stand up to bow.
"Good boy, entering the Pure Land at the age of five, it seems that you have a relationship with the Bodhisattva! If you can have this blessing, the old man will be relieved."
Li Meizheng followed behind, tucked the eldest son back into the quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed and glared at Li Piguang, "Of course my son is blessed, but Xun Tsai said that an old man taught him things, but he didn't know what he taught. "Turn around and patted Li Dingxun's little cheek, "Come on, tell grandma, what did the old man say?"
Li Dingxun was in a daze, his eyes blinked three times, a few vague dreams in his mouth, and he fell asleep like this.
The couple looked at each other and smiled, but they had no more thoughts.
Sitting on the side of the bed and chatting for a while, they got up and left.
The next day, Li Dingxun got up early and stood upright. I don't know why, but he stood in a good manner. Let him say to himself that he had a few braces in his body to support his movements. His progress was attributed to Bodhisattva's blessing by Li Piguang, as if entering the Pure Land was the same as enlightening.
At noon, his brother Li Zhongshou, one year younger, ran over to him from the yard next door.
"Brother, can you see my conch?"
Li Dingxun was taken aback, his younger brother was talking about Echo Conch, one of his toys.
"Why do you come here to find your own things?"
The four-year-old brother was a little clever, "Yesterday, I was throwing snails and they disappeared."
Echo conch, litter...
Li Dingxun sat by the pond and didn't want to walk around, so he said perfunctorily: "Okay, Brother will find it for you, go back and play."
"No, I want to play with Brother." After he said, he ran back, and after a while, he carried a pile of wooden parts.
"This is the mechanical toy of Zhujian Villa?" Li Dingxun heard several people talk about this popular product in China. Through the channels of Pure Land Purchase and several major chambers of commerce, those gangsters can buy these gadgets all over the world.
Organ dolls can be regarded as a type of characteristic of Jianzhu Villa. It is said to be a direct lineage of the pre-Qin Mohist school. The villa has also accepted many Luban heirs and public transmission heirs. After generations of painstaking research, they have reached the pinnacle of skills and even reached the state of psychic.
The younger brother Li Zhongshou loves to play, so Li Meizheng entrusted people to buy many fun things of this kind. The small dolls at Zhujian Villa are equivalent to the Lego toys of modern children, and those who have the conditions will not miss it.
Li Dingxun spent an hour with his brother assembling parts, and finally assembled a small wooden bird, turned the clockwork, the bird flew around, and finally hit the head of the old man who taught, and the old man fell in fright. Pity him who came to class with a book in his hand, he was suddenly attacked when he entered the door, his was knocked green, and a small bag bulged on his forehead.
So, for the next three weeks, Li Dingxun did not attend classes in his yard. In the afternoon, he knelt in front of the old gentleman’s guest room~EbookFREE.me~ recite the poem aloud against the closed carved wooden door, wrong sentence , The old man's roar will be heard inside, and then let him play the board.
Li Dingxun grabbed the ruler with his left hand and patted the palm of his right hand five times, and then began to recite again, "Guan Guan Jujiu, on the river island..."
When the sun fell to the west, the sky was always clouded with clouds. A round of light fell on the wall of the pot ears. Li Dingxun's mouth was dry. Listening to the words of his husband, his eyes were walking around, looking at the clouds and sky intertwined with pale golden shadows. , Like a thick silk cloth, those dark cloud patterns are like dragons in the sky, chasing the hidden sun, and the sun will fall behind the wall, fall behind the mountain, the light will still remain, shining, reflecting Diffuse, the night is also swallowing the sky like a giant beast.
There was a gust of wind, hoping that the clouds could be blown away at night, so that the moon and stars could ventilate out of such a thick quilt. Wouldn’t it be very depressing?
Li Dingxun thought to himself, is the moon and stars always there, or is there nothing behind the clouds, and only when the clouds and mist disperse, the moon and stars will appear?
"Go back and copy "Shuoshu", "Jianjia"... etc., in block letters..." Mr.'s words are very muddy, with sputum in it, and his hoarse voice is even more weird, as if it is a high-pitched bass with a low-pitched voice. Comfortable midrange, "Okay, go back."
Li Dingxun woke up like a dream, "Thank you Mr.! Mr. Get well soon! The students quit!"
One night, in the quiet room, he found his younger brother's Echo Conch, in a corner by the door. No wonder he heard someone imitating him for the past two days.
Holding the shell and looking back at the window hole on the wall, Li Dingxun spread out his hands and held up a handful of moonlight, as if it were night dew and frost.
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