Legend of the Cultivation God

Overnight, the dawn, in the future, there will be thick clouds covering the entire ridge, and the whole earth will fall into the darkness again.

"Oh..." The thunder of the distantness came, and it looked very heavy in the night.

"Thunder?" This was a small sand that was lying next to the quiet fairy, and was shocked by thunder. He looked shocked and left. He almost forgot that he fell asleep outside the temple last night. "Female donor, Go down the mountain and shelter from the rain!"

Little Shami naturally can't see how many clouds in the sky, but with the feeling to remind Jingxianzi.

Jing Xianzi did not pay attention, still sitting there and saying nothing.

Xiao Shami did not dare to delay, and rushed into the temple. However, for a long time, Jiandong hurried out with a few monks, holding bamboo poles and tarpaulins in his hands. Several monks looked very familiar, but took a moment. A suggested tent that will keep the fairy in it. Seeing the strong winds, the tarpaulin was blown a little skewed, but the foundation was very solid, and it was not afraid to be blown away.

Jiandong Zhang opened his mouth and wanted to say something. You can see if the Jingxianzi speaks without saying anything. He also shuts his mouth. The little Shami first stood in the tent for a while, and seemed to be accompanying the Jingxianzi. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long, it was a little scared. Some flaws.

Jing Xianzi’s rare smile made him say: “You go back, I’m fine here.”

"No!" Chongxi Xiaosha is biting his teeth. "The female donor came to me. Chenghui Temple is a guest. Although it is impossible for the female donor to enter the temple to shelter from the rain, can..."

In the words, the rain of the cockroaches has fallen and squatted on the ground. It’s awesome on the tarpaulin.

Xiao Shami shrinks his neck and dares not speak, and his body naturally leans toward Jing Xianzi. Although it is a small little shame, Jing Jingzi is still not used to it. The slight frowns block the closeness of Xiao Sha Mi. However, for a moment, although the tent is windy and heavy, there is no trace of chill in the tent. . Not only can the raindrops fall into it. It is the wind that can't blow in.

Such a large wind and rain outside the temple, within the temple, is also common under the pine forest. And in the wind, Songlin Ruo Tao, a weird sound like a lot of monsters and ghosts dance around. The rain of the road is like pouring down. Xiao Hua is surrounded by Yunxia. Everything is kept out of the body, but the old monk has no cover at all, letting the wind blow the robe. Let the raindrop hit you! In the sound of the wind and the rain, the sound of chanting is still endless.

Xiao Hua has a heart to explore, and his eyes have always fallen on the old monk. The old monk is like a sun, and it seems that these are the sun. It’s like these are the air. I don’t have to pay attention to it. The old monk is turning the rosary, that is, reading. Scripture.

The heavy rain is raging, and it is full of half-days. It is only at dusk that it is sunny again. The whole sky is bright, and a great iridescent color has passed through the air, leaving a brilliant splendor.

"The donor...can...have something important?" The old monk who read the scripture finally spoke after finishing the last few words. Listening to the sound is a little jerky, it seems that I have not spoken for a long time.

"In addition to the world, where is the world?" Xiao Hua faintly answered.

"Oh?" The old monk listened, opened his eyes, and was quite stunned in his eyes. The wrinkles between his foreheads also accumulated.

Xiao Hua saw that if there was a heavy rain, I was afraid that the old monk would still have dust and stains between the wrinkles!

"The poor and the poor have seen the fairy friends!" The old monk did not get up, said with his hands together.

"Under Xiaohua!" Xiao Hua said with a gift, "I have seen a deep bitter Zen master."

"Xianyou...when it is a master of Confucianism, I don't know if there is any enlightenment from my Chenghui Temple?" Deeply look at Xiaohua's body, Yunxia, ​​asked faintly.

Xiao Hua did not hide it. He said: "In the next road, I saw the monk farming in the temple. I saw the comfort of the villagers in the vicinity of the mountains. It is different from what I saw before. This is the time to come to visit."

"If this is the case, Xianyou can go!" The deep pity of the words like Jin answered.

Xiao Hua scratched his head and thought about it: "I want to give some food in Chenghui Temple. I don't know if it is okay?"

"If you have a heart, you can go to the hall without having to find a barren."

"Would you like to discuss the Dharma with the Zen master?" Xiao Hua asked with interest.

"Oh? When did Confucianism also talk about Dharma?" Deep and frowning, but it was a bitter face. "But the fairy friend is wrong again. The Dharma is only in the heart, even if I Buddha can only laugh and laugh." If it is preached, is it true?"

"But it, nothing, not to talk about the Zen machine with the monk, which sect is the monk?" Xiao Hua smiled and waved.

"In the poor eyes, there used to be an ancient Buddha on the south without a burning lamp. In the eyes of the poor, there is now a South without a sacred Buddha. In the eyes of the poor, there is a South Buddha without a teacher." What is the sect?"

Xiao Hua listened, and her nose was almost discouraged. The old monk asked what he had asked. It was a common way of arguing about the Buddha’s machine. At the end of the day, Xiao Hua did not understand what the old monk was. .

"Old monk, you are not interested!" Xiao Hua cold and cold, "Buddha pays attention to the door to open the door, although it is Confucianism, but also understand Buddhism, want to discuss with the master, your face will be under What kind of merits do you talk about when you refuse to go out? What kind of practice?"

"Study is practice, merit is merit, and the two can't be confused!" Deep bitterness seems to feel that he is over-fired and his tone is a little slow. "My Buddha is asking for a fate. If the donor has a relationship with my Buddha, the poor must not say more, the donor naturally enters. My Buddha, if the donor is not with my Buddha, how can it be even if it is a lotus flower?"

"What does the monk sit at the abbot of the Chenghui Temple? How do you make so many good farms in the upper and lower reaches of this mountain? Are these merits not to attract a group of people to the Buddha? Not just wanting Buddha light in Shanliang What is it?"

"The bitter sea is boundlessly turned back to the shore, and the barren does not want any merits. The Buddha's Buddha's light does not eliminate the merits of the poor." The sorrow faintly replied, "The poor only know that practice is life, and behavior is always Practice. Since poverty can not get rid of the smelly skin of this world, it can only be practiced day and night."

Xiao Hua still wants to say something. After deep bitterness, he continues to say: "The donor is afraid of being an ordinary person, but all practitioners must be separated from the customs. I don’t know where the world is bitter, even if you hide in the Zen room. Clean. Why not, why not go deep into the sea?"

"The donor just said good deeds, saving one is merit, and ten people are also merits. It is not necessarily the help of others in times of crisis. The people of Chenghui Temple, even the other monks of Shanliang, although There is less time for chanting, although there is less opportunity for meditation, but they are also practicing in the work. Moreover, the monks of Shan Liangguo do not let the world be in dire straits, and the merits are ordinary, who can say Is this not merit?"

"Haha, the old monk said it was good!" Xiao Hua laughed. "Save people in water and fire is a small merit. It is a great merit to teach people to get out of the water. You don't have to teach Buddhism, as long as the church is good, it is the Buddha's light. Xiaomou The national teacher of Shanliangguo is more and more interested! Leave a message!"

After that, Xiao Hua rushed to the deep bitter monk and arched his hand. He gave birth to Xiangyun under his feet and rushed straight into the air. The Jingxianzi outside the temple saw Xiaohua coming out. He also looked like a rainbow, chasing it up, and the two men between the moments. The shape is gone.

"Oh?" Deep and frowning, a little surprised, then close his eyes, is about to open the chanting. But at this time, he thought of something again, Yang Sheng, "Sexual Bamboo, which disciple is the disciple brought by this disciple? There is something to ask."

And said that Xiao Hua flew in the air, with a smile on his face, Jing Xianzi saw a smile and asked: "Xiao Daoyou's trip looks very rewarding!"

"Well, indeed!" Xiao Hua nodded. "This Buddha of Shanliang is different from Xiao’s knowledge. Although Chenghui Temple is the smallest temple in Shanliang, everything that can be done is frank, and within the temple. The abbot is also different from the ordinary, and is indeed a practitioner."

"Hey, I have never seen a friend of the whole family to evaluate such a high monk." Jing Xianzi echoed, "It seems that Xiao Jun really has a Tao Mingjun!"

"Xiao Jun is not a Mingjun. I don't know yet, but this is a high-ranking disciple who supports Xiao Jun. Xiaomou is very interested in this disciple who does not know what sect."

"Oh? With the Taoist revision of Xiao Daoyou, I didn't even see what the sect was?" Jingxianzi pretended to be surprised.

Xiao Hua waved his hand and smiled: "Xiao Mou is just a half-hanger. Buddhism's cultivation is to tell Yuan Qing people. Where can I know how much? But Xiao also knows some secrets of the Buddha, but unfortunately these insights are still Not enough to see the origin of the abbot of Chenghui Temple."

"That's not easy? It's just a few hundred miles away from the capital of Shanliang. It's just a short while! Xiao Daoyou only visits the national teacher. He still doesn't tell you?" Jing Xianzi disdain.

Xiao Hua shook his head slightly: "Don’t worry, Xiaomou wants to see it again..."

"But listen to the friend of the road!" Jing Xianzi is a nod to the sage. She is not bored by Xiao Hua. She seems to hope that this road is getting farther and farther, even without end.

Flying for a while, it is a land boundary, and some monks are cultivating, but there are no mountains, many lakes, and an exquisite temple is built between the lakes and mountains. Xiao Hua does not hesitate to fall into the clouds. ......

What Xiao Hua didn't know was that he had just fallen a long time. A Buddha light flew out of the Chenghui Temple in the Lingling Mountains, and swiftly passed over his head. The direction was the capital of Shanliangguo.

On the other two days, Xiao Hua once again flew out of the small temple with a smile. The Jing Xianzi simply used the technique of Xiang Yun to follow it. After waiting for another temple, Xiao Hua did not stop but flew directly. However, it seems that the views of the two temples have satisfied him. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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