Legend of the Great Sage

At this time, the abbot of Yangon saw a small figure galloping towards the field with verdant vegetation and the moonlight like silver. * w.suimeng.lā

He murmured, "What are you asking?"

"Dansheng" stood still in front of the temple gate, took a deep breath on his knees, and said resolutely, "Let's go!"

If his life is destined to be a nightmare, then he has to fight like Li Qingshan, not hide and dare to sleep like a coward.

"and many more!"

"Dansheng" broke into the temple again, there was a bang, the monks exclaimed, and then walked out with contented hands.

In the Galan Hall, the last Galan general named "Li Qingshan" was smashed to pieces and could no longer look majestic.

"Why?" The abbot of Yangon was also greatly surprised. He became a god and was enshrined, which is probably what all practitioners look forward to. Is it because the position is too far behind?

"I don't want anyone to worship me!"

"Amitabha, do you only wish to be equal to all living beings? The poor monk is ashamed." Abbot Yangon folded his hands, smiled and sighed: "However, only you can do this."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't worry, we'll talk when we leave."

They approached the silver-blue night and disappeared into the vast field.

In the messy Garan Hall, the monks were all weak. In the Pure Land of Bliss, not to mention the statues enshrined in the temple, even if it was a piece of paper with the statues on it, no one dared to damage it.

They have never heard of such appalling and outrageous things, and they don't even know what to do.

In the tall and deep temple, God Garan and a group of gods seemed to be staring at them. The monks fell to the ground one after another, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and kept pleading guilty.

The abbot was the most calm, and ordered: "Quickly clean up this place, and then go to Master Zhu's carpenter's shop to invite another one as it is. No one is allowed to disclose the matter here."

He went to the corner and held up the remaining half of the head of "God Galan Li Qingshan", turned his butt to the sky, and bowed deeply: "The little monk is not well protected, please forgive the sins of the gods, and we must rebuild the dharma body for the gods as soon as possible. .

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In the early morning of the next day, the Jialan Temple was swept spotlessly, and a brand-new statue was standing aloft on the altar. The bright sun fell on him, making him even more energetic.

The monks came from time to time to have a look and pay homage to confirm the existence of the statue.

What happened last night was like a nightmare!

At the same time, "Dansheng" felt that the abbot of Yangon had no malicious intentions, so he told him what happened to him.

"You really lost your memory."

"Did you hit your head?" "Dansheng" rubbed his hands around his head for a while, but didn't find even a big bag.

"Haha, of course not."

The abbot of Yangon vaguely guessed that Li Qingshan deliberately blocked his memory to resist the influence of this Pure Land of Bliss. With what he knows about this kid, he can definitely do such a thing.

"Then how to recover?"

"Well, it's easy to handle." Abbot Yangon smiled slightly, with a little malicious look on the young and handsome face, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't thank me, I asked you to do things, and you should be rewarded. "

So I turned my footsteps and turned slightly in the direction. I walked through a dense forest, but there were no wild animals in the forest; I crossed a big river, but there were no fish swimming in the river; I climbed a big mountain, only the birds chirping one after another, never ending, contains wonderful The melody seems to sing praises to this wonderful world.

Sometimes flocks of birds flock together, gather and separate, and the sound of flapping wings resounds in the sky. It's like a paradise for feathers, and they can't help but stop and admire.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire plain, the eyes of "Dansheng" are round and round, and I can see countless buildings at the foot of the mountain, shrines, towers, canals, palaces, fountains, temples, squares, all the way to the end of the horizon, I don't know how many hundreds of miles away.

Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a big city. The clear river that flows from the high mountain runs through the whole city and spreads to every corner through the canal.

They went down the river, and the city was full of birds and flowers, and people flowed everywhere, but they were not idle. There are also hawkers and craftsmen. But on their faces, there is no trouble or worry at all.

Vendors do not worry that their goods will not be sold or sold for a price. They do not have any scheming and share with passers-by enthusiastically. Selling is more like singing in a game of birds, which has become a street scene.

The craftsman is engrossed in doing his own work, but he no longer lives by it, but a passion from the heart. Any one placed in the world is a transcendent master. And the handicrafts from their hands are all exquisite and must be invaluable in the ordinary world. Now they are just placed on the roadside for passers-by to judge and choose at will.

And what is used for trading is not gold, silver, copper and iron, but bodhi seeds.

In this world, Bodhi trees are everywhere, and Bodhi is worthless. But everyone has no greed and evil thoughts in their hearts, and Bodhi is only a token certificate. Everyone performs their duties and takes what they need. You make them do nothing, and they find it boring.

Along the way, "Dansheng" has no empty mouth, and holds a lot of food and drink in his arms. Although he didn't have half a Bodhi in his hand, there was the abbot of Yangon beside him, and others thought he was a little novice wandering with his master, and scrambled to stuff things into his arms.

"This...really..." He grunted and swallowed everything in his mouth: "...good place!"

The chefs' craftsmanship is simply superb. The crystal clear sweet potato, glutinous rice and black sesame cakes, browned thousand-sheet tofu, sweet corn soup, etc. are countless. He has never eaten the same thing until now, which has made his appetite.

"My Buddha is merciful, all sentient beings are suffering, if the whole world can be like this, then it will be fine!" Abbot Yangon expressed his sincere emotion and infinite yearning.

"Hey, it's really nothing for you at that time, and all the monks can return to the secular world and go home."

The abbot of Yangon said: "At that time, there will be no need for monks, and perhaps even Buddhas."

"Dansheng" was stunned for a moment, and at this moment of distraction, an old lady came towards him with her head up and her chest high, but she didn't notice him and slammed into each other.

Although he is small in stature, he is strong and does not sway. The old lady sighed and fell heavily to the ground.

He hurried to help the old lady, who suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. He was in a panic, and he didn't know what he was panicking about. He always felt as if something terrible was about to happen.

The old lady said, "Child, are you alright!" She touched him all over: "Grandma didn't crash you!"

"No...no!"

"Amitabha, Buddha bless, it's fine, it's fine!" The old lady got up and stuffed a handful of bodhi seeds for him: "Take it and buy some candy to eat!" Then she walked away quickly.

"Dansheng" looked at the Bodhi child in his hand: "Uh... I deceived people!?" (To be continued.)