Legend of the Cultivation God

"Well, I know, go!" The middle-aged monk listened, faintly said, and then took a fist from the bamboo basket in his hand, and some of the green fruit was handed to Chonghong. Dao, "This is a barren land. You must hold the belly first. Now the time is still early. If you are hungry, then bear it!"

"Thank you Master!" Chonghong was also respectful at this time. After receiving the fruit gift, he smiled at Xiao Hua and Jing Xianzi and turned to go.

"The poor sects have seen two donors!" Jiandong's words began to look like ordinary people.

Xiao Hua and Jing Xianzi's random arch hand is a courtesy. Xiao Hua looks at the bamboo basket in Jian Dong's hand and smiles: "This is what the Master is doing? Not in the temple, you can see the Buddha in the temple. Go shopping?"

There are some Nahan in the Jingxianzi. This is just that Xiaohua Mingming has already asked Chonghong. I don’t know why he has no reason to ask again.

Jiandong's hands are in ten, whispered: "Amitabha, if there is a Buddha in the poor heart, whenever and wherever the heart is in the Buddha. If there is no Buddha in the poor heart, even if sitting in the temple, holding the scroll, There is a wooden fish in front of him, and the golden Buddha who sits at the main hall of Daxiong will still ignore the poverty."

"Well, the monk said that it is reasonable!" Xiao Hua said nothing, but said, "In fact, the things in the hands of the monks can be sent to the strong men in the temple, and they don't have to come in person."

"In addition to the Buddha's golden body, the rest of the temple is idle, the poor is a small Muir, so come." Jiandong's face does not change, while indicating Xiaohua with his own voice, whispering .

Seeing Jiandong answered very well. Quite a Zen machine, Xiao Hua was originally satisfied with the heart and even less critical. Immediately, Xiao Hua no longer asked more about this aspect. He only pointed to the surrounding fruit trees and melon fields, and the tone was no different from the rural farmers. Jian Dong first began to see Xiao Hua’s questioning the temple. He felt a bit resentful. He could then listen to Xiao Hua’s words, involving the peasant livelihood, and quite consulted. He thought that Xiao Hua was a young official. I happened to pass the wind today. I will also answer the questions carefully and know everything.

Before getting the gate of Chenghui Temple, Xiao Hua had already asked about the matter of Chenghui Temple, and did not expect Xiao Hua’s expectations. This mountain has been given to Chenghui Temple as an industry by Shan Liangguo. but. Chenghui Temple does not enclose this mountain like other temples, so what Buddhist things are done on the mountains and what Dharma is done. Instead, the land is divided into different areas, and different things are planted depending on the soil and the flowing water. Even the land in the mountains is connected to the land under the mountains, whether or not they belong to the Chenghui Temple.

In particular, the output of Guling, in addition to being used in the temple, also gives the villagers around the house, even the deaf children who have fled to the place. To put it bluntly, Chenghui Temple is like a good-hearted wealthy man in some villages. Chenghui Temple is different from these wealthy people. Chenghui Temple does not accumulate money at all.

Xiao Hua slightly sighed a little, Buddhism and Buddhism are profound, teaching the sentient beings to be good, but one thing is the most unacceptable to the world, that is, the monks within the temple have always been self-employed, they do not produce, as long as the world Enshrined, the name of the United States. Of course, this kind of giving and reincarnation is what the family members have. It shows that the family members themselves have no foundation, and they can only rely on the support of the world. Most of the people who are swearing are sorghum, most of them are still human. In the end, there are great fields in the temple. The monks live a very rich life, and they depend on the hard-working people. The world has their own eyes. Believe in the temple? Who will worship the monk? Over time, this Buddha can be hypocritical.

"Teached!" Xiao Hua said, "If the temples in the world are like Chenghui Temple, why is there a longevity town in the Tibetan continent?"

Jiandong monk does not seem to know what Xiaohua said about Changsheng Town. He only smiled and said: "The little donor is afraid to come from other countries. It is not my single Liang Guo people. In my single beam, all the temples are in this way!"

"Really?" Xiao Hua brows a pick, a little surprised.

Jiandong did not answer Xiaohua’s words, looked at the steps in front of him, and looked at the Jingxianzi behind him. He said: “Amitabha, female donor, I’m not allowed to step on the foot of the woman, but also ask the female donor to be outside. tea!"

Jing Xianzi’s eyes flashed awkwardly. Where did she put this secular temple in her eyes, but Xiao Hua’s smile and warm words made her quiet.

"You wait here first, and when I visit the abbot in the temple, I will come out immediately!"

There is no "fairy" in Xiaohua's words, and there is no "daoyou". It can be listened to the warmth. It seems like... an unspeakable relative is included in it. Jingxianzi whispers and promises to turn around and look at the mountain. A piece of mountain plum in front of the door went.

"The donor please..." Jiandong raised his hand and gestured, but he went up the stairs to the mountain gate.

Xiao Hua did not release the gods, but he had already seen the location of Chenghui Temple on the road. This is a well-regulated temple. It looks very big, but the building inside is simple, there is a hall, there is a Zen room, it seems that it is still behind. There are Tallinn, and these buildings don't look like new ones, some are old, especially in some places because of the rain all year round, there are a lot of moss. The hill gates and steps in front of Xiao Hua are very clean and tidy, but they are also somewhat worn out, and there is no brightening of the mountain gates of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town.

Xiao Hua walked up the steps with Jiandong and stepped into the mountain gate. The face was a large hall and a square. There was a censer on the square. There was also an incense on the main hall, but the sparse villagers were fragrant on the hoe, and there were several Accompanied by a small sand, a fragrant incense is not very strong.

“Chongxi...” Jiandong walked in and glanced at it, yelling at a small sandman who stood in front of the incense burner.

"Master..." Xiao Shami carefully placed the incense stick in his hand on the incense burner and hurried over. The hands clasped together and he promised that he was a regular rush to Xiaohua. "I have seen the donor."

"You bring the donor to the abbot and go to the chef for a sip." Jian Dong told Xiao Sha, and to Xiao Huadao, "Poverty gives tea to the female donor."

"There are labor mages." Xiao Hua nodded.

Immediately, Xiao Hua walked through the main hall under the leadership of Xiao Sha Mi, and went all the way. Finally, she crossed the Zen room and went to a pine forest, but saw a slightly dry old man dressed in a dilapidated squat. Above a rock, it is the chanting of the rosary in the mouth of a rosary.

"Zhuzu!" The little Shami did not dare to come forward. He was standing still and swearing. "There is a donor to come and meet, and the disciple brings him."

I know, the old monk did not pay attention, only closed his eyes, his hands fretting, and the scriptures in his mouth read one word at a time.

"The donor..." Xiao Shami turned back and apologized. "This is the case for the ancestors. If you want to wait, just wait a moment. If you feel that you are intolerant, please turn around. There are still some things in the small shack. You can’t stay here with the donor. It is."

After that, Xiao Sha’s respectful body, slowly gone, look like that, this situation has become commonplace, and that attitude is definitely not disrespectful.

Seeing a group of monks hanging themselves here, Xiao Hua did not mind, smiled slightly, stood there quietly, listening to the old monk chanting.

The voice of the old monk is extremely small, and even somewhat vague, but Xiao Hua hears it clearly, but it is the Vimalan Sutra. This "Vimo chanting" is not a common verse that is often used by ordinary people. The things in it are quite embarrassing. The Buddha Slim Bodhi himself has also read it, and he has not understood it too much. At this time, I heard this verse, Xiao Hua first had some contempt, but after a while, his face showed a hint of dignity, then closed his eyes slightly and listened quietly. The voice of the old monk’s singer was sent to Xiao Hua’s ear in the same stream!

There are two hours in full. Seeing that the sky is dark, the old monk still has not stopped. The monk of Jiandong has also come twice. When he sees Xiaohua standing still, he does not dare to bother, leaving lightly. Outside the temple, Jing Xianzi took the futon from the Qiankun bag and sat down on his own. He did not do anything. He only remembered the teaching of Xiao Hua during this time. As for the tea of ​​Jiandong monk, it was not touched.

It’s late, and the monks who have worked hard have come back from the mountains. The monks are very rules, the footsteps are not loud, and there is no embarrassment. Seeing the still-sounding Jingxian who is still outstanding, they dare not look more, and carefully enter the temple. .

The old monk of Chonghong is naturally among them. He couldn’t say anything with his mouth open, and he entered the temple with others.

However, for a long time, the sound of reading in the temple sounded, and then the bell rang, and the burst of vegetarianism came from the temple.

Among the twilight, Jian Dong took the basket and took some meals to invite the Jingxian to use the rice. The Jingxianzi looked at the eyes with a slight faint look. He only said three words "No need" and then ignored it. Jian Dong. Jiandong had no choice but to put the basket next to the Jingxianzi, and the little Shami named Chongxi was on the side.

"This Xiaohua...but it is somewhat inexplicable!" Jing Xianzi realized the magicality taught by Xiao Hua, and he was puzzled. "It is just a temple. What is it? It is difficult to find a master of Buddhism?"

When I thought of the master of Buddhism, the eyes of Jing Xianzi suddenly opened, but Xiao Hua said earlier that he had a good channel of Confucianism and Buddhism, and Jing Xianzi had seen the magical power of Xiaohua Daomen and the magic of Confucianism. I have never seen the magic of Xiaohua Buddha! Could it be that Xiao Hua really met the Buddha master in the temple? Jing Xianzi wanted to release the thoughts of God, but hesitated between the heart, she did not know whether her own thoughts would disturb Xiao Hua.

"But it, just like this..." Jing Xianzi closed his eyes again. "Sometimes waiting is also beautiful, this beautiful and continuous geometry?" (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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