Legend of the Cultivation God

"Miao Shen brother, you still drink tea!" Xiao Hua said with a smile, "otherwise, Xiao Xiao said it, the brothers have to squirt the tea!"

Miao Shen Wei, hurriedly swallowed the tea, but just had to swallow it. Suddenly he understood, "Hey..." exactly the same as Xiao Hua expected, the tea in the mouth is squirting, wonderful Shen shouted in an absolutely unbelievable voice. "You...what do you say? Cihui... Is it Cixi to prove the Buddha Buddha? This... Is this the clock of the Buddha Temple ringing for him?"

Xiao Hua smiled and shook his head, with a hand, the sky's water drops in the hands, with Xiao Hua's finger flicking, the water drops flew out of the Zen room again, Xiao Hua's voice faintly sounded: "Good, it is Cihui The brother-in-law certificate is said to be the South of the Great Wisdom Manjushri Buddha Fruit!"

"Grandma's! How is it possible! This little monk..." When it comes to this, Miao Shen immediately realizes that at this time, people's kindness is already the Manjushri of Leiyin Temple. Where is it that he can talk about himself, and he is hurried again? Hands clasped together, "Amitabha, the South without the Great Manjusri Bodhisattva, forgive the disciples of the disrespectful sin."

"Amitabha, it turns out!" Yongzheng old monk mouth Xuanfo, slightly sighed, "No wonder the abbot looks like he is 100 years old. The abbot and Ci Hui debated the Dharma, and praised the wisdom of Hui Hui, it is my pure land world. More than the younger disciples! Who would have thought it was only a few years, and the people’s homes were like the Buddha and Buddha, if the abbot was...hey, don’t mention it!”

Xiao Hua smiled and said: "According to the disciple's knowledge, the cultivation of Cihui in this world is rare, but at best it is the realm of alum. He just got the merits of the past life, this is the plain proof. The Zen master will not know these. What?"

"Other people can naturally!" Yongzheng old monk shook his head. "Can abbot not! This is one of his demons..."

"Why is it a demon?" Xiao Hua asked.

Although the old monk of Yongzheng is old, but the water does not enter, he laughs: "The little monk still asks the abbot himself! The old man can't just talk casually!"

Xiao Hua was helpless, and she stayed with the two men for a while. Miao Shen took Xiao Hua out, and Xiao Shami found a room for Xiao Hua. After she gave her a gift, she quit and went.

Xiao Hua pushed the windows of the room. It is the bowing moon that sees the bend in the sky. Secretly sighing: "Hey, it’s another year of the twelfth lunar month. It’s a little boy tomorrow. Don’t you know if the Pure Land World has a custom of a young age?”

Think of the day. Xiao Hua felt uneasy in his heart. It’s been a long time since I left the Black Wind Ridge. I don't know how the black bears and Liu Yi are? Fortunately, when I left, I had a starry array in the Black Wind Ridge, otherwise Xiao Hua really didn't know how they would deal with unforeseen accidents.

"You have to go back quickly! If you don't want to return to Xiaoyu before the collapse of the space, you have to cross the East China Sea and the South China Sea. You can go back. The time is long, and even the ending is hard to say! Even if there are stars in the Black Wind Ridge Array... I’m afraid that it’s also a low-stop attack on the copper pillar country!” Xiao Hua thought, he would release the Buddha’s knowledge, but the Buddha’s knowledge had just swept through the hall. Xiao Hua was hesitant, and the great Zen master It is the only sorghum that I know now that can come out of the realm of silence. Awaken Jiangliuer can only rely on the silence of the great Zen master. But he must not offend him. "But, wait two more days, see what happens. ?"

However, things are beyond the expectations of Xiao Hua. In the past three days, they have never seen the shadow of the Zen Master. The monks of the entire temple are treacherous, and all the panic of the gods, the morning and evening classes are all appearing. Slack, in addition to the old monk, I came to see Xiao Hua from time to time, and others seem to know that there is a monk in the temple.

This kind of emotion is contagious. Even the good-hearted believers who enter the temple and enter the incense can feel it. After burning the incense, they hurried away, and dare not wait for a moment in the Jinshan Temple.

Xiao Hua now knows where the Zen House of the Zen Master is, and the door of the Zen Room is tightly closed. Xiao Hua wants to go to the front door several times, or use the Buddha to look at it, but he is forbeared by his life. .

Waiting for the fifth day, not waiting for the dawn, Xiaohua, who was practicing quietly, heard a loud noise outside the door. When Xiao Hua opened the door, he saw the monks of Jinshan Temple, wearing them one by one. The thin coat, the huge bucket in both hands, the bottom of the bucket is pointed, the crowds lined up, the face was solemn, one after another ran through the corridor, then ran past the hall The open space ran out of the temple gate.

For a long time, these monks held their hands flat, and the huge buckets filled with rivers, and they returned quickly, and lined up to the back hill of Jinshan Temple. Houshan is a large vegetable field. These monks stopped before they ran to the vegetable fields. The ground of the vegetable field is now standing tall, but it is extremely thin, almost skinny, old man. Holding a Zen stick in the hand, the size of the duck egg is a few feet in size. The monks are parked in front of the old man. The old man’s eyes are like electricity. He sweeps the wooden barrel in the hands of the monks. If the water in the wooden barrel is slow, Then he put his hand on the face, and the monk’s face immediately rejoices. He ran to the vegetable field and poured the water in the bucket into the ground, followed by another from the Jinshan Temple; if it was the water in the monk’s wooden barrel Dissatisfied, the old man unceremoniously pumped the Zen stick. The sound of "啪" was very harsh. The beating monk was not a grin. Then the water in the barrel fell to the side, and the Jinshan Temple was turned again. It should be down again. Water!

After watching it for a while, Xiao Hua was speechless. There are many monks who fetch water. It seems that in addition to the old monk, the magical method and the wonderful Shen and other people are honestly holding the bucket. Water, every rule is going to die. And Xiao Hua still sees clearly, I don’t know if it’s a wonderful thing, or if the magic method is solid, I’ve got a slap in the face, and my mouth is skewed.

"Who are you?" Xiao Hua looked at it for a long time, and the old man naturally found out that his eyes were cold and swept away.

Xiao Hua brows wrinkled, flew from the room, and fell in front of the old man's hands with his hands together: "Amitabha, Xiaodi Tip, met the great Zen master!"

Seeing that Xiao Hua’s age is similar to that of Cihui, the tone is the same as that of the same year, even the flying posture is the same. There is no such thing as a bored in the heart of the Zen Master. It seems to be a flies-like hand: You are welcome, my Jinshan Temple will not accept the monks who have been on the list for a few days, and the little monk will leave quickly!"

Saying, the swing of the Zen stick in his hand is exactly the back of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The body of the Ming and Qing Dynasties is a shackle. The water in the wooden bucket is sprinkled. The singer of the Great Zen Master swears: "Damn, you know stealing." Drinking meat, where did you eat the meat? How can it be so weak?"

"Disciple..." The face of Ming and Shen was white, and he didn't dare to say a few words.

"Come back, don't eat 200 barrels today and don't allow dinner!"

The deep and deep fart was gone, and the Zen master was cold and looked at Xiao Huadao: "How can the little monk still not go? Do you want the old man to send you out? How can the Buddha today be so ignorant? ?"

Seeing the appearance of the Zen Master, Xiao Hua smiled bitterly. He finally understood that the Dust Master of Daxueshan insisted on bringing him over, and even the former Jietai Temple clearly looked at the Jinshan Temple in front of him. The reason for it. This silence is not the style of the great Zen master. It is really a boring big Zen master.

However, Xiao Hua still stunned and dissatisfied, respectfully said: "Small 僧 僧 pp, mourning the sutra when encountering the matter of silence, the heart is quite puzzled, listen to the Jinshan Temple has a great Zen master name In the heart of the ecstasy, the special temple to ask the great Zen master for the cause and effect of this silence..."

The sorcerer of the Great Zen Master sneered, and the eyebrows were not shaken by the number of shakes. They were not moved by the humility of Xiao Hua. They said, "Can you understand the silence of the name? You can’t make it impossible for you to be a Bodhi? It is the Confucianism of the Confucianism, and the Buddha of Buddhism is to mourn the Buddhist scriptures with the spirit of the heart. How do you deserve to read the Buddhist scriptures with the naked eye, and you are worthy of talking about the silence? You still go back and read the Buddhist scriptures. I have to understand that it will not be late for me to come back to Jinshan Temple."

Xiao Hua was angry and his face changed. He said: "Xiao Xiao had heard that the silence of the Jinshan Temple was so profound that the Buddha’s Dharma was deep and the Buddha’s Dharma was so good that it was only a thousand miles to ask for advice. But I did not expect that the Great Zen Master would be like this, let Xiao Yan’s real disappointment!”

"Ha ha ha, little monk, what do you think the Great Zen Master should look like? Is it amiable? Is it approachable? Is it a vain? Or is it the world?" The Zen Master laughed. "What about the old sins who punish these disciples? Suffering from the skin of my own skin, I can't be hollow and devote myself to the Buddha. I have always suffered for the days. The old man just let them know that all the world is burdened, the old man’s punishment is negative, and the old man’s reward is also negative. Tired, pouring water is bitter, and picking up water is as hard as it is. Only the evidence is obtained. The Buddha is engraved in Leiyin Temple, and it is free."

"Oh, the so-called Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not Taiwan. There is nothing in it, and it is dusty." Xiao Hua sneered. "But the practice is not necessarily in the form, or the mouth is in the flesh, and there is no Buddha in the heart; The mouth of Amitabha, in the hands of the blood knife; the big Zen master said that it is to the Buddha? Xiao Yan really can not think of it, the big Zen master actually fell into such a multiplication, can only be like a bodhi tree, like a mirror, always diligently wiped, Don't make dust."

"Bold little monk!" There is some shame in the Zen Master. "I don't know where to learn a few arguments. I will come to the Daddy to debate the Dharma. What is the thought? If you want to be famous, you are wrong." Place!" (To be continued.)