Legend of the Cultivation God

At this time, the morning dawn, the first pilgrim of the Haaling Temple had already swarmed in when the hacker opened the mountain gate.

It is precisely in the depths of the mysterious Buddhist temple in the eyes of the pilgrims, a cluster of green plums clustered a pavilion slightly higher than the plain pavilion. There is nothing to hide in the pavilion, and even some fog is scattered in it. This mist has the scent of green plum, which does not seem to be the holy land of Buddhism.

Not only that, but in the misty fog, a beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth is sitting on a futon on his knees. If the boy’s head is already shaved, if the boy is wearing a goose-yellow robes, anyone who sees this boy will regard him as a filthy son. A light breeze blew, the sun in the east came, and the figure of the young monk was very slowly revealed. It seemed that the wind and the light were not willing to disturb the practice of the young monks.

However, after the shadow of the dust, the face of the young monk like jade moved slightly, the delicate eyes trembled a little, and opened, a pair of scorpions like a jade flashed a touch of dissatisfaction, that unpleasant cast in the air. In the middle, light and dust are also trembled. With the shadows of lotus and lotus appearing in the scorpion, this light and dust are also transformed into lotus blossoms with three petals...

"Net, you have already come, why not come in?" The young man swears, the voice is like a bead falling on the jade plate, crisp and incomparable, the special slightly exposed teeth are whiter than the pearl.

"Oh, Cimei Shizu..." A slightly old voice rang from a distant pavilion, but then the small door of the pavilion opened. An old man in a white coat showed his figure, and the old man walked out of the pavilion. Slowly stepping on the green plums that crowded the pavilion fell in front of the young monks.

Seeing the respectful face of the old man, the beard and eyebrows are all white, and the monk of the Mingyue Cimei is slightly wrinkled, and there is a kind of regret in the double sorrow.

The netizes the old monk with a smile on his face. He just had to put his hands together in a gift. It can be seen that there is no disguise in the eyes of the monk of the Cimei. The eyebrows are picked, and then the eyebrows are low-eyed: the mouth is said to be the Buddha: "Net I have seen the ancestors of Cimei! I haven’t seen it for more than a decade. The ancestors actually stepped into the lotus field and really envied the disciples!"

"Amitabha, the net is..." Cimei erected with one hand and uttered the Buddha's mouth. "You get up!"

"Yes ~" net up, standing respectfully, not much.

Cimei looked up and looked at the morning dawn. Sighed, not seeing how to make a move, the whole body slowly stood up from the futon, walked to the east of the pavilion, greeted the rising sun, and whispered: "You can know that this seat calls you Why?"

Looking at the back of Cimei. The yellow robes of the goose were inlaid with golden silk edges, and the eyes of Jingcheng showed reverence. They replied hurriedly: "Yes, the disciple knows that the disciple is going to come to the ancestral home to tell the ancestors of the town." But because I have to arrange some customs of Xiaojin Temple, this is written..."

"Oh..." Cimei sighed again. After waiting for the net completion, he interrupted his words and asked, "Net Cheng, how many years have you been a resident of Ciyun Temple?"

The net was a glimpse, apparently did not expect Cimei to ask this question, but he did not dare to think more, hurriedly replied: "The disciple went to the Ciyun Temple to be the abbot... or the support of the ancestors, how did the disciples not know? It has been three Sixteen years and three months!"

"Well, you remember it really!" Cimei nodded, but there was no joy in her tone.

Net is even more arrogant, but also hurriedly lost smile: "Yuzu, disciple...what is wrong? I also hope that the ancestors will educate us!"

"Actually, it is not a mistake!" Cimei shook her head slightly, but she did not turn back and said, "Everyone has the fate of each person, and everything in the world cannot be forced!"

It’s a big rush, it’s a big rush, rushing forward, stepping with both hands, and swearing: “Yuzu, you always look at the disciple growing up. And the ancestors have always been role models for disciples, disciples can The abbot of Ciyun Temple under the jurisdiction of Hanling Mountain is also a model of the ancestors..."

"I said that you are wrong, you are really getting more and more wrong!" Cimei put the sleeves on the sleeves and lifted the net up, faintly said, "You and I are all pre-Buddha disciples. Everything is for the sake of everything." The Buddha Lord, to say that it is an effective imitation example, is also a Buddha. I have not yet proved any Buddha fruit during my spiritual years. What do you learn from me? But it is a hundred steps to learn a hundred steps!"

Net Cheng listened, a serious saying: "The teacher is wrong! The disciple naturally puts the Buddha and the Buddha in the heart, but that is the pursuit of the disciple's life. And the ancestors are the benchmarks of the disciples in the hearts of the disciples, and every disciple encounters Difficulties, the other side of the distance can certainly let the disciples see the hope, but the benchmark in the vicinity is the motivation for the disciple to give birth!"

Cimei smiled slightly, and the smile was like a lotus flower. He said, "I will ask you, is it important for Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town? Or is it important for Cihang’s brother?"

"This..." Net is somewhat puzzled. "The disciples have already passed the news of the ancestral ancestors to the ancestors. The other is no longer important, and the disciples are not talented, and they have not found the whereabouts of the ancestors." In order to prevent Chongyun Zong from taking the lead in Changsheng Town, this was the rush to send the Jingwei teacher to the abbot of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town, taking advantage of Yuyin left by the ancestors of Cihang, and tying the roots of Xiaojin Temple tightly. Changsheng Town."

"Will the net go to Changsheng Town?" Cimei asked faintly.

"Nature has not yet, the disciples are waiting for the Buddhist monk in the temple." Net Cheng said quickly. "Although the disciples can directly appoint the abbot of Xiaojin Temple, the incense of Changsheng Town today is beyond the expectations of the disciples. There are thousands of people every day. The tens of thousands of donors went from all directions to Jiang Chaoguan in Changsheng Town to worship the statues of the ancestors of Cihang. These grand events... The disciples did not dare to specialize, but also asked the ancestors to decide."

"Well..." Cimei listened, and her tone was slightly slow, and asked, "According to what you said, Changsheng Town has gathered a lot of villagers and laymen. They spontaneously want to establish a golden body for the civil aviation brothers? ”

"Yeah!" When it comes to this matter, there is a glimmer of light between the nets. "This is when the dust has not left the town of Changsheng. Some people have proposed that this proposal will be public at once. Accepted by the donors, when the dust left the town of Changsheng, they had already built a lot of money! Only... Hey, above the Tibetan continent, I have never had a golden body, and the ancestors also It’s not really a testimony, so the disciple can only talk about this matter with the ancestors..."

Speaking of this, the face of Jingcheng suddenly showed shock, and looked at Cimei with an incredible look. He said: "Yuzu, your old meaning is... yes... the disciple should put his energy into Does the Cihang brothers set up the golden body instead of the abbot who sent the Xiaojin Temple?"

It is a pity that Cimei simply ignored him and turned his head. He asked faintly: "Sexual dust can come with you?"

"Yes, the disciple received the slogan of the ancestors and immediately rushed with the dusty starry night." Net nodded. "The disciple waited a little while in front of the ancestors, and after seeing the ancestors, let Sexual dust came over to see the ancestors! I just don't know... What's wrong with the arrangement of the disciples?"

"You still ask after all!" Cimei sighed, "Net, if you do not remove the obsessive and popular thoughts in your heart, I am afraid that this life can not prove fruit!"

Netizen was shocked and hurriedly asked: "The disciple is wrong, please ask the teacher to teach me!"

"Oh, don't be too shocked!" Cimei smiled. "I have never proved it. What are you worried about? Just said that you have to leave your obsession. Are you not obsessed?"

"Hey..." Net Cheng immediately thought about it and immediately got up and crossed his hands. "Amitabha, the teacher taught the lessons. The disciple has been abbot of Ciyun Temple for more than 30 years. Every day, he has a hard work, and his heart is becoming more and more obsessive." The depth of the matter, even how long it takes to stay in the abbot, remember how clear it is, what is the difference with the secular government? The disciple's Buddha repair has already fallen into the suburbs."

Cimei nodded: "You said it is good. You are a disciple of Buddhism. Some things should be kept in mind at all times. Some things must be forgotten at all times. What the Buddha's cultivation is, what the Buddha's magical powers are, and my Buddhist disciples are all It’s no good, it’s just some magical magical demon, not the root of my Buddhist disciples. It’s the ultimate pursuit of my Buddhist disciples!

"Yes, the disciple understands!" Net Cheng naturally thought of the compliment she had just said when she saw Cimei. It was a very embarrassing answer.

Cimei said, "Amitabha, although you are different in age and practice, they are all Buddhist disciples. The secular etiquette does not have to be strictly adhered to. You don't have to get up early, you shouldn't be respectful." In the pavilion. If your heart is in these common sayings, the practice of Buddhism will be difficult to enter."

"The disciples have already understood! The disciples should keep in mind and always warn themselves." Net is a bitter smile. This etiquette is the act of other monks in Yunlin Temple to see him. He has been used for more than 30 years. Nowadays, I naturally took it out and met with Cimei. Where did I think that this is a common practice of the secular, different from the Buddhism?

"Oh, I don't have much to say!" Cimei said with a smile. "You have done a very good job in Xiguo. The merits are very heavy. The incense of the Buddha in the Xi State is a common sight of Tibetans." It’s just that you have too many mundane affair, and it’s the result of the present! You can correct it if you wake up a little, and the future will be infinite. If it’s a testimony, it’s very likely!”

Speaking of this, Cimei has a bitter smile on his face: "I don't think it is you, it is me. When I heard that the brother of Cihang almost got the Buddha Buddha fruit, I almost lost it!"