Legend of the Cultivation God

"Little monk, what you said is good!" Tianlong’s head emerged from the oil lamp, and the whole body was wandering in the green.

"That... why did the predecessors get here? Why did you build this longevity hall for Manjushri?" Gu Zhen carefully tried.

"Hey, the Manjusri Bodhisattva, who was still a young monk, asked the old man like this!" Tianlong smiled bitterly, and the voice was bitter. "The old man remembers clearly that the old man is protecting the Buddha of the Buddha in the day. The Buddha did not practice enough, and was attacked by the demon. Our Tianlong was ordered to protect the law. The old man accidentally fell into the calculation of the demon, and entered the gap of the void. And the gap of this void is very weird, and the old man has already arrived when he broke free. This pure land world! The old man is the Buddha of the Dragon, of course, can not survive in the world, when the sight is about to disappear, it is the little monk who just cultivated to the spiritual environment..."

Having said that, Tianlong’s voice is a long time. It seems to be remembering the past 100,000 years ago. It’s really hard to disturb, listening calmly, and the heart is picking up the waves of the sky.

The things that Tianlong said are very ridiculous. In the hands of the monks of Manjushri who had been cultivated to the Yuanli eight products in the past, they are going to have the heart and the heart, that is, the things in the oil lamp that Guzheng sees before. I haven't heard of it, but this heart is able to accommodate the dragon, and keep it from dissipating in the Pure Land world. For the sake of repaying, also for the sake of returning to the Buddha, Tianlong gave the monk an idea and used the Changsheng Temple to worship the monk of the monk. Of course, the relic of the relic is to have the moisture of the faith, and the monk chose the saint river under the advice of Tianlong. Although the monk has already had eight strengths, but he did not have the ability to open a Buddhist temple under the saints to build a longevity hall, so the monk extended to the master of the gate, and joined forces with him to lay a circle at the bottom of the saints. One side of the water palace is the Changsheng Town, which is specially used for the relics of the Manjushri, and the power of faith. For the body of the future generations of Manjushri. The advantage of Tianlong is that it can survive at the bottom of the saints. When the Manjushri is witnessed, it sees whether there is a chance to return to the country.

As a result, as seen in the truth, the Buddha's secret technique of Tianlong is correct. The monk who was a protector of the day, now reincarnation becomes Cihui, and finally after 100,000 years. He has the right to prove that the Buddha of the Eight-Yuan Bodhisattva is golden. What makes Tianlong depressed is that the long-awaited hope of 100,000 years has not brought him a good opportunity. When Manjushri proved his fruit, Tianlong has already discovered the road to the Buddha. But he still didn't have time to get in.

"Do you know? South Dawu, Wenshu, and Shili Bodhisattva, the last visit to the Changsheng Temple is to see the old man!" Tianlong said, "It is a helpless, a kind of apology, a kind of sadness! After all, the old man helped him so much. He proved that the old man could not return to the country of Buddhism. He felt that he owed a lot to the old man!"

"However. He is now a Manjushri, and he will not be able to help the old man! But although he left, he left another hope for the old man!"

"Predecessors, you are old... Are you old disciples?" Guzheng couldn't believe it, he asked.

Tianlong smiled: "If not you, who else? If not you, can the old man tell you so much? If it is not you. Just by your heart, can the old man tell you the secret of this evidence?"

For a moment, Guzhen felt that the lights in this longevity hall were so splendid. The Wanfo Buddha was so amiable and his chest was full of joy.

"Little monk..." Tianlong’s words did not lose the opportunity to sound. "It’s too early to be happy! The old man can only tell you the secrets of the evidence, and even help you to leave the relic. But you still have to practice yourself. And you Just like Manjushri, you must practice at least 100,000 years! Think about your own heart, how much do you think you have?"

"Yes, the disciple understands!" The more difficult it is for Tianlong to say it. The more the doubts are, the more the doubts are reduced. I am eager to laugh. "The disciple is of course less than the Bodhisattva! But the disciple is not inferior to the Buddha, but it is 100,000 years, even if it is 200,000 years, as long as the disciple is in front of him. There is a chance to have a witness, and the disciples will not let go!"

"The scorpion can teach too ~" Tianlong seems to be very pleased, the faucet swayed inside the oil lamp, "The Manjushri of the year was so firm! Oh, what is the situation today is similar to that of the year! Just..."

Speaking of this, Tianlong stopped again, and the faucet sneaked into the heart of the heart and did not reveal his head. The solidity next to the longevity lamp was a little anxious, and Tianlong only showed his head again.

Guzheng can't wait to ask: "Is there something unreliable for the predecessors? Or can the disciples not make it?"

"Oh, it's not!" Tianlong sighed and said, "This is nothing to do with you, but it is the old man's business. The old man is afraid that he can't wait for the day of your testimony! When you think about it, the old man is somewhat interested." ......"

Really shocked, hurriedly asked: "Predecessors, this... What is going on? The disciples don't know if they can do their best for their predecessors?"

"You? Oh, little monk, forget it, you are now just the lotus realm, too far from the old man's thoughts!" Tianlong shakes his head, the voice is lonely in the empty temple.

Guzheng slightly frowned, suppressed his mad heart, thought a little, and the brow was a spurt, tempted to ask: "The fear of the seniors... but this heart is Bi?"

"Oh, yes!" Tianlong sighed again. "You can be considered a little monk. It is this kind of heart that keeps the old man's vitality. Now there are still a lot of this heart, but the old man does not know whether they can persist for 100,000 years. For a long time! 100,000 years, little monk, not ten years, one hundred years, ten thousand years!!"

"Why didn't the predecessors extinguish this flame of heart-breaking?" Guzhen said that he was remorseful. If he could extinguish the Tianlong, wouldn't it be extinguished long ago? Still waiting to be used today?

Sure enough, Tianlong smiled and said: "Hey-hearted Biben is a rare thing in this world. You don't know why, but it is because no one in this pure land world knows the purpose of this object. This is only useful when it is ignited. If it is extinguished, the old man will not be there! It is the reason that Manjushri has cast this longevity lamp and is lit up in the Hall of Eternal Life day and night."

"Predecessors can rest assured!" Guzhen almost blurted out without thinking. "As long as the disciples get out of the Xuan Shui Palace, they must go all over the three continents and help their predecessors find this heart!"

"Oh, the young monk's heart is led by the old man! If this heart can be obtained by manpower, why should the old man wait until now?" Tianlong smiled slightly, and the dragon swayed in the heart.

"That... Where can the disciples get it? Or how can they get it?" Gu Zhen asked without hesitation, "If the predecessors say it, the disciples must help the seniors to find a solution!"

"This..." The dragon seemed to hesitate that day, and it took a moment to open the door. "The little monk, the predecessor of Manjushri, told the old man about this, and there is a place in the world of bliss that can be found." He does not dare to go back to the realm of his presence..."

"Oh, the predecessors are relieved." Guzhen immediately understood, smiled. "With the help of the predecessors, even if the disciples can't get there now, the time left for the disciples is tens of thousands of years. The disciples don't believe in this longevity. When the temple's heart is exhausted, the disciple can't get to the place of the spirit! At that time, the disciple must go there to help the seniors find it!"

"Amitabha, fortunately, 哉 哉 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” Help you prove your results!"

"Good! Disciples are willing to listen to the predecessors!" Guzhen also hurriedly called.

"Ha ha ha..." Tian Long laughed, "Little monk, today's old man will agree with you! The old man will help you to retreat, you can leave this relic here, with Manjushri 100,000 years ago. The old man also As before, help to gather the power of faith! And the old man will also give you the magical power of the Buddha, help you to enter the prison early, as for you, in addition to the Xuanshui Palace, you must help the old man to find the heart, especially, When you are waiting for your evidence, you should also give the old man the opportunity to return to the road to the Buddha!"

"As the predecessors said, the disciples made a vow before the Buddha, and they will do their best to find the heart and soul for the predecessors. When you arrive in the spiritual environment, you must enter..." Speaking here, Gu Zhen whispered, " I don’t know where the predecessors want to let the disciples go?"

"Haha, this is ok!" Tianlong laughed. "Where is it, wait for the old man to help you condense the relics first, and arrange the Buddha's power to condense the faith and say no later!"

It’s a big joy to listen to it, and both hands are together. “Amitabha, my disciples thank the seniors for their love!”

“You don’t have to be so polite!” Tianlong laughed. “It’s also for the old man to plan for you! I only hope that you will forget this thing in the future. In this longevity hall in the saint’s river, there is a long-lost Tianlong who is protecting you for the law!”

"The extra disciples are not willing to say more! The disciples really hope that the predecessors can get rid of the difficulties, even if the disciples can't prove the results, they must help the seniors to go out!" Gu Zhen said quickly.

"Wrong, wrong!" Tianlong cried. "You must bear fruit, otherwise how can the old man get out of trouble? You are now connected with the old man!"

"Yes, yes, the disciple understands, the disciple understands!" At this time, Guzheng had forgotten that Cihui had taken the opportunity of his own initiative, and he had the head to be glutinous with the chicken.

Tianlong’s stagnation is a smile: “Yes, the little monk, you have been talking to the old man for so long, what is your law number?”