Vol 2 Chapter 3008: Meet the Lord of Buddha

After the South Dawu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva finished, hands clasped together, squatting in the direction of Leiyin Temple, floating down from the six-toothed white elephant, patted the white elephant with his hand, the white elephant flew into the sky to hide the figure. The South without a big line, the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva himself fell to the main hall of the Xiaoling Temple, and the South No Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva released the Buddha’s knowledge and read the situation around the Xiaoling Temple. Then he thought a little and went to the main hall. Sitting cross-legged, facing the Buddha statue of Maitreya Buddha, bowed his head and chanted the scriptures.
However, how long, there are two Yuan Nian and a clear light sweeping, the South without a big line, the Puxian Bolian eyes have never opened, the scripture has not stopped mourning, he is clearly tight, this must be hollow Waiting for people to explore the Yuan Nian of the Snowy Mountains. However, the strength of the short-selling and other people is simply not enough to detect the existence of the Samantabhadra of the South.
After I had read the Yuan Nian, I didn’t know how long it took, and I heard a little dull voice rang, and the voice of the cymbal came:
Can there be a brother here? The disciple is eager to ask for the scriptures. Hey, I’m passing by here today, as it’s too late today, I’m looking forward to my brother’s sleep!

"Monk..." The voice of Yan Han sounded out of time. "All told you, this is a desert temple, no one at all!"
The South Dawuhang Puxian Bodhisattva fluttered out of the hall, and the Buddha’s body flashed into an old monk, but the old monk was dressed in orange and weird costumes, with a red hat like a cockscomb on his head, and The old monk of the Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva, the same skin, is black and red, his face is full of wrinkles, and under a pair of white eyebrows, the eyes that are tied together seem to be submerged in the folds of the years. This old monk is very similar to what Xiao Hua saw in the past.
Before the grand prince of the South, there was a wave of hands, and the broom that had been thrown in the corner of the water tank for hundreds of years fell into his hands. Look at the temple gate, and look up at the sky. At this time, the tens of thousands of vortexes have exploded, and countless Buddha lights have shrouded tens of thousands of miles, and a heavy Buddha light is superimposed. No one can tell how many levels. Within these Buddhas, countless Buddhist countries began to grow. The power of faith has begun to flow between the Buddhas! However, the South without a big line of Samantabhadra is somewhat puzzled, because within the heavy Buddha light, there is a same vortex, these vortexes are superimposed with the superposition of Buddha light, this layer of vortex hidden After the Buddha light, it looks quite strange.
However, the South without a big line of Samantabhadra has not been able to come to the end, and the door of the Xiaoling Temple is once again "knowed" and pushed away.
"Hey?" The sound of the hollowed out voice came. "How come there is an old monk here? Could it be a Yaozu??"
With the sound of the hollowing out, he crossed the shackles before the sinister Buddha in the south. The magic wand in the hand took a stick in the air. Yin Bodhisattva.
"Shit! What kind of demon..." The sound of the hurricane of the dragon horse rang. "There are only two types of things in this world in your eyes. One type will not harm the monk, and the other will hurt the monk! Can you see the old monk hurt the monk?"
The South Dawu Daxian Samantabhadra did not pay attention to the quarrel between the two, only with a broom to sweep the snow on the ground. The snow had already been cleaned up as early as when he fell into the Xiaoling Temple. Now it is just sweeping some thin blizzards.
The eyes of the hollowed out of the golden light, carefully looked at a few eyes. I can't see anything, but when he wants to raise the magic wand, his eyes suddenly brighten up, as if he saw something, his mouth was slightly tilted. There was a sneer, and then the magic wand was on his shoulders, and his figure was on the side.
"The old man..." See the hollow and let go, and walked quickly, and put your hands together. "The disciple is jealous..."
I want to see the ceremony, but the South without a big line of Samantabhadra seems to have not seen him, turned and swept to other places.
I was helpless. When I stepped forward, I pulled the broom and laughed. "Teacher, you are old, and you are resting next to you. The rest...the disciples will help you sweep..."
"Oh, the little monk..." The South Dawuhang Puxian Bodhisattva trembled and looked up and said, "Well, since you want to sweep, you will sweep more..."
In the middle of the talk, there is no big line in the south, the Samantabhadra bosom, and look at the hollow, etc., that is the eyes that are squatting, suddenly big, surprised and shouted with his fingers: "Monster, monster!"
"Hey, I am a monster, what are you??" Although the hollowing out sees something, it is still not particularly respectful, and it is unceremonious to ask.
"Ah? He is also a monster?" Longma was shocked and hurried back a few steps.
The South without a big line, the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is even white, and the sleeves of the scorpion are shouted: "How? Little monk, will your horse speak aloud? Is it a monster?"
He held the broom in one hand and held the old monk in one hand. The voice replied slightly: "Teacher, you are not afraid, this dragon horse is a poor disciple. Although he is a dragon horse, he can actually It’s a dragon, and it’s the same as the Buddha’s protection of the dragon!

"Monk..." The dragon horse was not happy, and cried, "How can your Tianlong of the Buddha's family compare with my Dragon Island blood?"
"There is no Amitabha in the south..." The old monk was still afraid. It was like a vine-like hand holding the shackle and shouting. "Since it is a dragon, it is a monster. I remember when I was a child, I was holding a river. There are often The dragon is infested and eats children every year!"
"Hey old man..." The dragon horse was even more unhappy, almost jumped up and cried, "That is the dragon. Is it okay to say that the python is a fine, how can it compare with Laozi?"
"There is no Amitabha in the south..." The old monk's face was pale and he hid his figure on the side of the donkey. He peeked at the hurricane of the dragon horse. "You also said that he is your apprentice. Seeing that he is not even called by the master. How can you be your apprentice! Such an apprentice... you want him to do it!"
"Damn..." Longma Hurricane angered, "I don't call Master, what does it have to do with you?"
"Hurricane..." He finally couldn't help himself, cried. "You are going to stay outside the temple, don't scare the old man."
Hurricane Longma smiled and said: "If Master is relieved that the disciples are outside the real world, then the disciple will pass..."
"Master, you don't have to worry about this!" As soon as I saw the lively 贞 半 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时 此时Kick him from the mountainside!"
"贞涵......" Longma Hurricane was a little panicked. "You dare, I will give you ten courage..."
"What do I dare?" Yan Han replied with interest. "You should ask the master..."
Said, Yan Han half-truth, pulling the dragon and horse hurricane, walking towards the corner of the small temple, away from the old monk. As for the hollowing out, I jumped to the wall of the small temple at this time, raising my eyes, looking at the Buddha light and Caixia at high altitude, listening to the inexplicable sound of the rumble, with a look on my face, I don’t know Think about something.
"Oh, let the old man laugh!" He smiled and helped the old monk to the side of the main hall. He used the to clean the dust on the steps, and asked the old monk to sit. The mouth said, "The poor disciples are stubborn and inadvertent. I often make some mouthfuls, and the poorness is not enough to educate them. They are all poor and poor! But these poor and disciples have a good heart..."
"The secular people once said that they don't teach, the father has passed. The teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy. Your master is really incompetent!" The old monk sat down, his eyes still groaning, a faint answer.
I only smiled bitterly, waiting for the old monk to sit down, holding the broom and starting to clean the ground of Xiaoling Temple. Just like Xiaohua’s arrival at Xiaoling Temple in the same day, before the dawn of the Buddha, there was heavy snow, and how to clean it could not catch the heavy snow. fall. After the Buddha Light came, the clouds had been dispelled, and the snow had long stopped dancing. Perhaps there were some unwilling snow flakes in the air to join in the fun, but it was a lot easier to clean up.
However, it was half a meal. He had cleaned the entire courtyard. When he gathered the snow all over the wall, it was a natural wooden cover on the water tank, which seemed to want to drink water. I can pick up the wooden cover, but the inside of the water tank is empty. There is no drop of water at all.
At this time, there was a smile on the face of the Samantabhadra of the South without a big line. He could clean the snow in the courtyard at random, so that the courtyard seemed to be cleaned with people. But he doesn't drink water, how do you think about putting water in the water tank?
"Hanging out..." He shouted and shouted, "You go to help the old man to get some water! On such a snowy day, his old man is afraid that it is not convenient to take water!"
"Yes, Master..." There was no hesitation at all, and he immediately replied. At this time, the Nanwu Daxing Samantabhadra laughed. "The water of the mortal can only relieve the thirst of the mouth, how can the relics What about it?"
He smiled slightly: "The Buddha's words are naturally the relics of the relics. Only when you listen to the Buddha's true words, the relics will not be thirsty!"
"Nan no Maitreya Buddha..." Nan Wu Da Xing Pu Xian Bodhisattva hands folded, respectful Shi Lidao, "The monk said very, just do not know, if the relic does not know drinking water, do not know how to listen, then how should Ok?"
"Teaching..." is not hesitant, "teaching and probation, not being afraid of thousands of miles, one step at a time to see the true meaning of the Buddha."
"Well, monk please..." Nan Wu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva took a deep breath, let out his body and raised his hand and said, "Please take a peek at the first step of the Buddha!" ​​(To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, novels Better updated faster!
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