Chapter 48: Lingquan Temple, old monk, Buddha image

When Lin Mu left after eating, Mo Anyao didn't come out to send him. The girls are thin and embarrassed. When leaving the fast food restaurant, Lin Mu was still circling Mo Anyao's slender figure.
A pair of beautiful legs is really the rare best-selling Lin Mu has ever seen. It is long and slender, with no trace of scars or moles. It is perfect. Not doing a model is a waste of such good talent.
With one person walking around, Lin Mu actually came to Wushuang Peak and walked up the mountain at random. Lin Mu admired the scenery while walking.
There are twin couples everywhere on the mountain. Of course, there are also old couples and wives who come here to remember that when Lin Mu went alone, he saw a dense grove and walked away casually. Go in.
Looking for a flat, large rock, Lin Mugang just sat down and wanted to rest. Suddenly, a white figure appeared in his sight, which was the back of a woman.
Taking a closer look, Lin Mu found that a woman in white was also sitting on a stone not far below, and the more she looked at Lin Mu's heart, the more she felt familiar.
With a little thought, Lin Mu remembered who this woman in white was. It was the woman that she saw in the cafeteria. When Lin Mu stared at the woman in white, the woman seemed to feel something and looked back. come.
Is it him? The woman in white was suddenly shocked, and the qi in her body suddenly moved, scaring her to calm down and control the qi.
Her practiced Hanli Zhenqi is an unparalleled family tradition, but it was passed down from the mysterious Xuanmen more than a thousand years ago. Since the cultivation of Zhenqi, her body has gradually undergone a series of changes.
The skin becomes more and more white and more and more watery. The whole person gives a feeling of getting younger and younger. It seems that the age is not increasing, but it is going backwards.
Ji Qinglan had a thought in her mind. If she continued to practice this way, she would probably reach the legendary state of youth and eternity.
It's also because of Han Li's anger, Ji Qinglan's heart has become very cold and quiet, and there is almost nothing that can affect her heart. In other words, it can be said that it is slowly becoming cold-blooded.
However, today, when she saw the man again, her heart became abnormally restless. The changes in her body made her feel a little scared. After thinking for a while, she decided to leave this place and stay away from the man.
Because the terrain here is remote, there are no passers-by, Ji Qinglan does not hide his figure, a little under his feet, the person has just followed the wind, his posture leapt towards the mountain.
Seeing this scene, Lin Mu suddenly stood up and saw that the woman in white actually performed light work, Lin Mu was slightly shocked, as if the scene on TV appeared in front of her eyes.
Lin Mu had wanted to catch up, but with such a divine effort, the woman in white had disappeared without a trace. In no way, Lin Mu had to give up the idea.
After sitting alone for a while, Lin Mu, who was bored, got up again and began to walk around. It didn't take long for him to go down the hill behind Wushuang Peak. There was a temple full of incense under the mountain.
Lin Mu looked at the plaque at the entrance of the temple, which bears three big gold characters—Lingquan Temple.
Random temples shook around and saw the merit fragrant, Lin Mu also thrown in hundreds of dollars, the people inside look like Buddha worship, making Lin Mu feel a little funny.
In one of the temple's halls, under a solemn buddha statue, an old monk with white hair was sitting under the Buddha image and meditating.
The old monk and the buddha statues against each other actually gave Lin Mu a solemn feeling of the treasure. In this rolling red dust, some people can have such a temperament beyond the red dust. Lin Mu suddenly became curious. .
Standing aside, looking at the old monk quietly, Lin Mu was standing for two hours, without any movement during the period, so he watched intently.
At this moment, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes slowly, and his clear eyes suddenly cast on Lin Mu's body. He smiled and folded his hands together, and said, "The donor is polite!"
"I've seen the master and disturbed the master's cultivation. I'm really sorry."
Lin Mu also quickly returned a gift. He is still very much admired by this ascetic, and everyone has great determination.
"The donor please come with the old man."
The old monk smiled slightly, got up and walked to the sidewalk. Although Lin Mu didn't know what the old monk was, he quickly followed, and the two entered a room next door.
After entering, Lin Mu found that it was very ugly, with almost no furnishings. There was only a painting of a Buddha image hanging on the wall, and there was a futon on the ground. After looking around, he looked at the old monk in suspense.
"This is the place where Lao Na usually learned Buddhism. Although Lingquan Temple is not a large temple, it has a history of nearly a thousand years. This painting was brought by Buddhist monks when it was introduced into the Central Plains from the Dharma. of."
"In total, it has been 3,000 years. The old man was enlightened in front of the Buddha, and he really understood a lot of truth. Although he did n’t know what the little donor needed, he wanted to come here to enlighten him. Opportunity. "
The old monk smiled slightly and pointed to the futon on the ground.
"Thank you, Master, that will bother you next."
Lin Mu performed a ceremony, then sat cross-legged on the futon.
"You have a relationship with the Buddha, don't be polite, the Buddha crosses all those who have a relationship! Amitabha!"
The old monk slowly backed out and gently brought the door.
Lin Muping was calm and calm, and quickly adjusted his mentality. Then he fixed his eyes on the Buddha, and watched motionlessly. As he looked longer and longer, there seemed to be some changes in the statue.
Originally there was only a Buddha image in the portrait, but a mountain peak slowly appeared inside, and there were still shadows shaking on the peak, the picture was a little fuzzy, and there were faint clouds around it.
After four hours of sitting, Lin Mu found nothing but a mountain in the portrait. At this moment, the door opened, and the old monk came in with some simple fast food and put it gently. On the ground.
"Door, eat fast food first."
Lin Mu pulled the wooden plate and nodded gently, "Thank you."
"Understanding the Dharma is by no means a day's work. The donor does not have to be too anxious. The quieter the heart, the closer you can get to the Buddha."
The old monk gave a ritual, then walked out of the room.
Lin Mu was very grateful. He was just an unfamiliar tourist. The Dharma was indeed a living being, and the old Buddhist monk's Dharma was so profound that he seemed to be able to see that his mood was ordinary.
For the fast-talking fast food, Lin Mu had nothing left to eat, not because he was so hungry, but because of respect.
Putting down the chopsticks, Lin Mu looked at the painting again, and suddenly entered into an ethereal realm without desire. With a thought, it seemed that the soul suddenly left the body and drifted into the painting.
I saw a flash of light in front of me, and a person had already appeared on a mountain peak. A simple-looking middle-aged monk was standing on the top of the mountain, exuding a kind of majestic and powerful momentum, staring at the clouds.
Suddenly, a terrifying sound of Dragon Yin came out from the clouds, Lin Mu standing on the mountain was shocked by an instability, and almost fell directly down the mountain.
I saw a giant dragon showing some body from the cloud. Almost every piece of the dragon scale was as big as Lin Muren, but Lin Mu didn't look too surprised. After all, he was the one who really saw the dragon.
Looking at the middle-aged monk again, he still looked at the dragon impassively, his face looked like a wave of ancient wells, and only a pale yellow monk robe fluttered gently in the wind.
At this time, the dragon body in the cloud began to squirm slowly, a huge dragon claw tore the cloud layer, grabbed a monk towards the mountain, and it seemed to be slap on the top of the mountain.
At this moment, the monk suddenly moved, his hands crossed a circle in the air, and then his hands continued to produce handprints one by one, the speed was very fast, it was dazzling.
"Oh!"
With a shout from the monk population, the golden light suddenly rose in his hands, a bright golden light rose from his hands, and then turned into a huge Sanskrit mask.
This scene, if it is seen by ordinary martial arts practitioners, will certainly be shocked for a long time, but Lin Mu is different from them. However, he is a top cultivator with tens of thousands of years of cultivation experience. What kind of scene has he not seen? Ever?
Even under the scourge of the sky, he escaped his life. With such experience, looking at the cultivation world, even how many people can compare with it for millions of years?
"Oh!"
Another trembling dragon came from the air, and the giant claws kept flapping on the mask, and the violent air waves suddenly surging around. The clouds also slowly receded, gradually revealing the dragon's figure.
However, the photomask is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, there is a tendency to surround the dragon. It seems that every time the photo of the photo is taken by the dragon claw, the photomask can expand rapidly.
At this moment, the monk suddenly moved again, his hands phantom flickered, and the seal reappeared immediately. The golden light was suddenly connected to the mask in the sky.
Suddenly, numerous Sanskrit texts emerged, all over the sky are golden flowers flying, Sanskrit bursts, and the support of the mask suddenly surged, directly enclosing the dragon.
Then the entire reticle began to gradually shrink, eventually becoming the size of a slap, which was put into the palm of the hand by the monk. Until this time, a smile appeared on the monk's solemn face, then he turned to look at Lin Mu on the mountain.
"Since the donor has a relationship with my Buddha, then I will give you a set of exercises."
Immediately after the speech, a golden light suddenly shot from the monk's brows and directly entered Lin Mu's brows. The speed was extremely fast. Lin Mu even had no time to change his expression, and Jin Guang had already entered the head.
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