Legend of the Cultivation God

Xiao Hua once again smiled bitterly. He saw the vision of the heavenly world and the big world in the ruins of the Buddha in Xiaoyu, and he knew that the "Bai Ye Ling Jing" was the practice of the future Buddha, but he I never wanted to do anything about the future Buddha. I didn’t even think that in this unknown snowy mountain, there are so many monks in the unknown Xiaoling Temple that I hope that my coming will not only be prayed, but also It is also willing to show the relic after death. Xiao Hua understands that although these relics have their own karma, but these relics have a common obsession, it is because if they want to achieve the Buddha's fruit of the future Buddha, swallow these these relics absolutely have one hundred There is nothing wrong with it!

Just, can Xiao Hua swallow these relics?

The old monk seems to see through Xiao Hua’s thoughts. Of course, it is more likely to be the wording that has long been prepared: “It is the obsession of me that can help the Buddha’s testimony. And the Buddha’s testimony, the relic and the Buddha. Integration into one, there is also a huge benefit to me, the Buddha does not have to think too much!"

"Okay~" Xiao Hua nodded, but there was no decision in his heart.

The old monk saw Xiao Hua nod, and closed the temple door. Before going to the main hall, he looked at the closed temple door and said: "The future Buddha Lord has not yet come to the world. The hall of my small Linglong Temple does not offer incense, except for the annual The cleaning of the temple at the end of the year opened the door of the temple. Now the Buddha Lord is at the Xiaoling Temple, which is the day when the temple of Xiaoling Temple is open. From now on, all the Tantric temples in the Pure Land world can be dedicated to the incense?"

"Tinzong?" Xiao Hua stunned, and thought of his own Buddha seals, isn't that something Tantric?

"The Buddha is afraid that there is still no shaving. Is there no degree and no law?" The old monk looked excitedly at the closed temple door and whispered something.

"Really!" Xiao Hua does not deny. Answered.

"The Lord of the Buddha's Law does not need to be arrogant. I have a cloud in the predecessor of Xiaoling Temple. What is the name of the Buddha in the future? The name of the Buddha is Bodhi, and the law is called Bodhi!" The old monk said again. "But this law number is used before the Buddha's testimony, waiting for the results... can only be called the South is not the next generation Maitreya Buddha!"

Speaking of this, the old monk seems to think of something. The wrinkles of the walnut on the face are all swaying with joy: "The poor can shave the Buddha for the future, and introduce the Buddha's door. It is really the privilege of the ninth life! The poor road will be able to bear fruit, the south will not be the Buddha!"

Seeing the happiness on the face of this old monk, Xiao Hua gave birth to a kind of admiration. This is a kind of happiness from the heart, a sublimation of faith, just like the goodness of the seven-yang view. Looking at the remaining rice porridge in his mouth, he will feel happy. Every day, some wooden cards on the seven yangguan hall will be considered as the fireworks of the Taoist sect. What returns.

"Good, Amitabha!" Xiao Hua felt the same in his heart.

The old monk heard the Xiaohuakou Xuanfo. How to listen to it is Shutan. When you reach out, you have to open the door of the temple. But the finger just touches the temple door and is retracted. It is a natural shot from the forehead of the fold. It seems to be muttering to himself: You see. You see, poverty is really old. The Buddha is going to shave today, and naturally he has to make some preparations! The first part of the head is to be removed, and then the Lord Buddha must bathe and change clothes..."

"Elders..." Xiao Hua smiled. "Below..."

"Buddha Lord!" I know that the ear of the old monk is very sensitive at this time. Xiao Hua just opened his mouth and said, "The word 'below' is the self-proclaimed person of the family, expressing humility; the Buddha has never been able to shave, can This self-proclaimed, if it is after shaving, it can not be so self-proclaimed. This elder...the poor is also awkward, you are an old monk, the poor is very content. But all the monks call their own monk, barren Class, and the Buddha Lord will prove the Buddha's fruit in the future, can't be so humble, claiming to be the seat, or just one me, is good."

"I?" Xiaohua did not understand. "Is this not an ordinary claim?"

The old monk smiled and said: "The Buddha is really not shaved. I don’t know much about Buddhism. I have a Buddhist scripture that I have collected in the past.... The Buddha must have a word and a word."

"Yes, this... this seat knows!" Xiao Hua is like a good, not willing to let this old monk unhappy.

The old monk listened, nodded slightly, and pointed his hand to the temple outside the road: "Go, the Lord Buddha, the barren will take you to the warm soup of the mountain, wash and talk."

"The elders don't want to go out of the temple. Nowadays, the snow is not very convenient!" Xiao Hua said quickly. "The elders can only say the position."

"Oh, let alone!" The old monk looked down at his hands and feet and smiled bitterly. "The poor old eyes are dim, the hands and feet are not listening. You can see the Buddha on the last day. Thanks to Fonn, you have to wait for the Buddha... poor. I really haven’t caught it!”

The older monk said that the words of the Tibetan immortal continent were more fluent, and many words were smashed out. Obviously, in the past 90 years, great efforts have been made in this respect.

Although the old monk did not need to send Xiao Hua down, the old monk still insisted on sending it to the gate of the temple. He also said while walking: "The Buddha said that there is no cloud in the longevity." So the young kings of the millet. The wife of Wen Dawang has a pregnancy. Congratulations to each other. The gold and silver treasures are scented by flowers. The tribute to the tribute is called Kyrgyzstan. The lady without a hand. Raise the hand and slap it. Don't bother with it. Since the wife is pregnant, the day is full of flavor. The essence is full. Naturally full. No longer.飨王厨. October is full. Prince is born. By April 7th, the lady travels. Under the tree of the people. The flowers bloom. The star is out. The lady climbs the branches. Then she squats from the right side. In the case of raising hands, the sky is in the sky. Only I am respected. The three circles are bitter. I am a safe man. When the time is big and earthy. Three thousand big thousand brake soil. No big Ming. Shi Fan four king. With his official family of dragons and ghosts Gandhara Akulan. All come to the guards. There are Dragon King brothers. One Garro. Two Yuga Luo. Left rain and warm water. Right rain cold spring. Shi Fanmo is wrapped in heavenly clothes. Tian Yu Huaxiang. Playing the drums. Fragrant incense. 捣香香. Void side plug..."

"The first Buddha of Buddhism was born with the 'world in the sky, only I am respectful'. Although the Buddha has not yet proved the fruit, it has not even been shaved, but this 'I' word can also be worthy!" The old monk is like a few treasures. The Buddhist scriptures are very slow to tell Xiao Hua. This is naturally mixed with a lot of Sanskrit. Xiao Hua seems to understand and understand, but this "world in the sky, only I respect" is really clear. .

"Good!" Xiao Hua smiled. "This seat knows, thank you for your elders!"

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha", when they came here, the two also went outside the temple. Although this temple is completely different from the temple, the old monk did not see it at all. It is a natural hand. One finger and one way, "The ninth and ninety-nine feet below the Bodhi tree, there is a Buddha-giving soup pool, and my disciples of Xiaoling Temple are bathing in the place!"

"Yes, please ask the elders to turn around, wait... After the bath, go back to the temple!" Xiao Hua followed the fingers of the old monk, and the Buddha swept through and immediately saw the place of Tangchi, and hurriedly said to the old monk.

The old monk's eyes are still turbid, and I look around. I don't know if I saw Xiao Hua in the end. But I said in the mouth: "Yes, it is poor and goes to the Buddha to prepare a robes. This is also my Xiaoling Temple." Things, after the Lord Buddha bathed, he changed his clothes!"

"That..." Xiao Hua listened to his shavings, and suddenly he suddenly asked, "Elders, Buddhism's commandments..."

“The Buddha’s Lord is relieved...” The old monk had already prepared his words, and the dry mouth was cracked. He smiled. “The Buddha’s Lord came from afar and naturally did not know the commandments of my Tantrics. My Tantrics are different from the other. I can't help but marry, can't help but marry, can't help... The Buddha is assured that the Tantrics can't help but say that you are the future Buddha, and all the rules and regulations are not yours?"

"That's good, then it's good..." Xiao Hua added a little peace of mind, and immediately thought of the butter tea that the old monk had just drank.

After that, Xiao Hua gave birth to Xiangyun, and fell to the Tangchi. The old monk did not know, but he smiled and said: "My secret ancestor is a small branch within the Buddha, only worshiping the future Buddha, this commandment It is the Buddha's founder, I can wait for it to follow? Not the Buddha, the poor also had a common affair in the same year, there is also a little blood between the world, but the age is too long, there is no news anymore... ”

The old monk said a few more words. See no one answered, knowing that Xiao Hua had gone, and this slowly turned around and went to the temple’s main hall, that is, when the old monk wanted to open the temple door, he The body suddenly fell on the door of the temple. With the opening of the temple door, the old monk's body fell to the ground again. There was a half-time meal, and the old monk’s body shook a few times. Then he slowly climbed up from the ground, turned his head and turned his head, and felt himself in the hall. The turbid eyes slowly The tears flowed down, and then went to the main hall. On the only one of the dilapidated futons, the squatting down to the incense case, the whispered in the mouth: "Nan no Maitreya Buddha, the life of the disciple is coming. At the end, the disciples will not know a few people in this life, and the disciples will not be aware of others. Only the Buddha can see clearly. The disciples are shaved in their childhood, and they have been accompanied by Buddha for more than 90 years. Since the return of Master, this Xiaoling Temple only The disciple has been obsessed by one person for more than 60 years. The disciple finally saw the Buddha’s life in this life. The lifelong desire of the disciple has been fulfilled. The mission of my Xiaoling Temple is also completed. The disciple knows that the disciple should be assisting the Buddha. The Lord and the world are intensively reading the Buddhist scriptures, and finally accompanying the Buddha to the Lord. But the disciples are not good enough to bear the slack of this product, and they don’t want to stay in the world anymore. Please forgive the Buddha, sincere disciple of Buddha with his disciples, please return to the Western Paradise Paradise. "