Legend of the Cultivation God

Looking at the old monk holding a yellow geek robes in the hands of the water vapor, Xiao Hua couldn't help but feel that he was still pulling on the spirit of everything with Xiao Bai. In fact, as a person, it is hard to make it difficult. It is this person's heart. If you have a heart, you can have benevolence, righteousness, and morality. You can have no regrets for your own beliefs. This kind of humanity is afraid that the demon will never understand. Since the Xiaoling Temple to the Tangchi, Xiaohua is just flying, but Xiao Hua is equally clear. On this road, it is said that the snow is slippery, and the mountain road is rugged, that is, the old monk’s muddy scorpion, from the Xiao Ling Temple It has been extremely difficult to get here. Not to mention that at this time, the old monk's clothes are already full of snow flakes, and I don't know how long he stood here.

However, the old monk’s arms were very calm and holding the robes, and a yellow hat was placed on it. A string of rosary was on the side of the hat, and the eyes looked quietly at the front, and had passed through the water vapor. It fell outside the cliff. From the murky eyes, Xiao Hua saw his conviction and saw his attachment. Although Xiao Hua had not heard anything, he believed that Xiao Hua would bathe in the soup pool.

Faced with such a heavy trust, Xiao Hua felt a kind of rare tension. It seems that this is a kind of responsibility. This responsibility makes Xiao Hua's restraint and cramped more than the previous confrontation with strange insects in the void.

"The elders wait, I... this will come up!" Xiao Hua indulged in a moment, rubbing the hot water in the soup pool with his hand and washing it symbolically for a few times, said.

"The Lord of the Buddha is in a hurry~" The old monk was too old to be old, and the smile flashed away. "Careful bathing, washing the dust of the flesh. It is also the essence of cleansing the mind, and using pure mind to enter the basics of my Buddha's door. The Buddha's Lord spends so much thought, and does not slack off, and really let the poor and admire!"

"Khan..." Xiao Hua gave birth to a trace of embarrassment, this is to get up, and now only have the ability to withstand the temper, and clean it up. Although I have not washed out a trace of dirt, I can wait a little, and Xiao Hua feels that it is a kind of embarrassment to the noble belief of the old monk.

Looking at the robes in the hands of the old monk, Xiao Hua took a hand, and the yellow robes flew into the air, and the casual draped fell on the side of the old monk.

"The barren waits for the Buddha to change clothes..." The old monk felt that his clothes were flying away, and it was a moment. This is only an estimate of the opening, Xiao Hua has the heart to dress himself, but this dress is different from the robes, even the dress that Xiao Hua sees is different, weird and tight, so it is not artificial. Laughing, "There are old elders."

The old monk listened to the smile, and looked at Xiao Hua with his eyes. He used some hands to help Xiao Hua dress, and spent half the time. Xiao Hua put the robes on, waiting for an arm to pass through the robes. Xiao Hua took a long sigh of relief and looked at the old monk and changed the new robes and asked: "Elders, don't you wear this robes every day?"

"The Buddha Lord is assured that this is the dress of the Lord of the Lord. It can only be worn when I am at the time of the major celebrations of the Tantrics. I don't have to wear it when I am flat!" The old monk laughed again. "And, my little Linglong Temple is always coming. The people are not prosperous, waiting for the poor to go west, only the Buddha Lord. The Buddha is distinguished and distinguished. In addition to the present Buddha, the former Buddha Lord, who can still stand with the Buddha? The Buddha wants to wear it, no one can control it. !"

"Oh, that's really free!" Xiao Hua smiled.

The old monk proudly said: "That is, my secret ancestry has always been a different number of Buddhism, and it is full of mystery in the eyes of others!"

"I understand!" Xiao Hua smiled, ridiculous and bitter. When I was swearing at the old monk to change clothes, he used the mind and the truth to look at the old monk's meridians and flesh, and even The devil's technique explored the blood. As the old monk said, the old monk is really the last step of the dry oil lamp, the meridians of the whole body shrinks early, the essence of the body is also exhausted, the heart and blood are all abnormalities of aging, and everything that is done today is all alone. A belief that it is no accident that I saw the old monk falling on the ground.

In the face of such flesh, Xiao Hua’s rejuvenation Dan is also unable to rejuvenate!

"Oh... manpower is sometimes poor, so it is true! Maybe only the immortal, or the real Buddha... can let this old man live tomorrow!" Xiaohua sighed.

"Buddha Lord, the poor can finally shave for the Buddha!" ​​The old monk folded his hands together and was very pleased. "This is the most glorious time of poverty, and it is also a time of poverty for a lifetime!"

"There are old elders!" Xiao Hua wrapped his robes in an old monk, and the two slowly flew up and flew toward Xiaoling Temple. Although Xiao Hua is afraid that the old monk can't stand it, it flies very slowly, but it can also be left in front of the main hall of Xiaoling Temple.

Although the old monk couldn't see clearly, he could land on both feet, that is, he felt the familiarity around him. He was not surprised. He smiled and said: "Although the Buddha has never been shaved, there is such a supernatural power. It is really a blessing to my Tantric!"

"Don't dare, it's all the way to the end, it's far worse than the practice of the elders!" Xiao Hua faced an old man like Daoshan, dare not be too proud, replied modestly.

"The poor cultivation has just begun. It is better than the Buddha who has cultivated for several generations! Even if the Buddha is a predecessor in this world, he does not understand the Dharma. He can only enter the Buddha's door and find the good fruit and karma of the day. The Buddha's sects are all traceable!" The old monk's seemingly inadvertent sentence immediately gave Xiao Hua a big surprise!

"Yes, Buddhism is about reincarnation, this Tibetan continent... Xiaomou feels so familiar, although he has not found Luzhen yet, he has not found the ethereal pie, but maybe... that is the experience of Xiaomou. "Xiao Hua thought to turn sharply. "It’s hard to be Xiaomou..."

Hey, there is only one truth in the world. Although Xiao Hua is already a master of Yuan Ying, it can be so small under the heavens. He wants to find his own origins from the confusing world. The heavy fog always made him unable to find his way home on the wrong path.

"Know it...", the old monk raised his hand and pushed the temple door of the hall away. He did not ask Xiao Hua’s cultivation, even if Xiao Hua was a Confucian or a Taoist, or he had already put Xiao Huazhen It is a disciple of Buddhism.

"Buddha Lord please~" The old monk opened the door and did not dare to go half a step, very respectful.

Xiao Hua is also welcome, stepping into the hall!

However, he was a bit embarrassed in his heart. I don't know what is inside the hall. The Buddha's hall, Xiao Hua, naturally did not go in, but he saw many Buddhas and Buddha statues inside the Buddha's site, even in his memory. There was also a golden statue of Buddha. But this Xiaoling Temple is not only a vein of Tantric, but also a temple built for thousands of years. It is used to wait for this so-called future Buddha Lord. How can we not let Xiao Hua give birth to curiosity?

But seeing that the whole hall is empty, but it is clean and abnormal. Xiao Hua’s eyes are exactly a ten-foot body. This golden body is extremely fat, with bare **** and a very smiling face. On both sides of the stomach, which is bigger than the one in October, there is a small pocket in the left hand, and a large rosary in the right hand, and this golden body is sitting casually there. At the same time, it did not stand like the ordinary Buddha's golden body, not like the one finger and the finger of the former Xiaohua Buddha relic.

"This is the future Buddha Lord~" Xiao Hua saw the golden statue of the Buddha inside. He did not have much to do with his own thoughts. He saw the same as he saw in the Buddha's ruins, and he felt that his heart was slightly stable. Inexplicably stable.

Looking at the statue of the Buddha in front of the golden body, there is only one ordinary incense case, which ignites two large red candles. In the middle of the red candle is a small incense burner with a fist size. The incense burner is lit with nine red thumbes. Burning incense, the incense burner is not big, nine incense has already filled the incense burner completely. At this time, it should be because the old monk waited for Xiaohua for too long, and the burning incense almost burned to the end.

Before looking at the incense case, the two ordinary futons, although some were old, one of them was particularly badly worn. Before the ordinary, there was no such thing as a wooden fish, only a small box, and the box was half covered with a bright yellow silk.

When the old monk stopped to look at Xiao Hua, he had already trembled before the futon and stumbled on the futon. The girl said: "There is no Buddha in the south, the disciples are beheading the Buddha, and the disciples wait for nearly a hundred years under the blue light. Today, the Buddha is finally welcoming the body of the Buddha. Today, the disciple is fortunate enough to shave the body of the Buddha. May the Buddha drop the auspiciousness of the 100,000 world and bless the Buddha's flesh. The disciple is willing to help the Buddha to rob the Buddha. ”

Immediately, the old monk respectfully grabbed the ground and smashed nine heads, and the mouth was full of words, and at this time, Xiao Hua was listening to it.

It was a half-baked tea, and the nine incenses finally came to an end. The old monk looked up and folded his hands with a smack of Nanmen Maitreya Buddha. This lifted the hand and placed it on the small box. The silk was uncovered and the box was opened, but there was a bronze mirror inside, a quaint razor.

The old monk took out the razor with both hands and turned around and coughed a sigh: "Bodhi, the poor road today is the knife for the Buddha, can you give up all the world and break into the empty door of my Buddha?"

"Elders..." Xiao Hua went to the front and did not want to hide anything. He said, "Although I practiced the Buddhism of the Buddha, I was already a disciple before practicing the Buddhist practice. And I am practicing. It’s very complicated, saying that elders may not be able to believe. Today I came from the mainland of Tibet, but... I want to find a sorghum who knows the law of silence. I came to Xiaoling Temple and asked for directions. I never thought of it. There are so many surprises waiting for me here. The elders let me shave, respect me as the future Buddha, I... can accept. But this shaving, I just thought about it when I was bathing, I have already cultivated Buddha relic, the elders can see if this Buddha relic can make me a shame instead of me?"