Legend of the Great Sage

Nalanda is a Sanskrit sound, which originally means "giving without tire", which means "giving Buddha Dharma, saving sentient beings, and never tires." ? w.suimeng.lā

Also known as "the place where the lotus blooms", the lotus symbolizes wisdom and Buddha nature in Buddhist scriptures. When mortals arrive here, they can be enlightened and free from all troubles.

Because the Buddha once preached sutras here, it also has a thunderous name - Daleiyin Temple - Buddha's teachings, the sound is like thunder.

It is the most magnificent, most solemn, most glorious and most sacred temple in the entire Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, and perhaps in the heavens and the world.

This is especially true for the monks of the Pure Land sect, and it is not an exaggeration to give it all the praises in the world.

When the abbot of Yangon mentioned this, he unconsciously smiled on his face. It is the dream of all monks in the world to go to Daleiyin Temple in the Western Paradise to meet my Buddha.

"Dansheng" was drumming in his heart. As his memory gradually recovered, the name "Da Leiyin Temple" sounded familiar no matter how he heard it, and he always felt that it was not a good place to go.

At this time, they had already passed through the city, and were facing a mighty river with turbulent waves and turbulent waves. At first glance, he could not see the other side, and even he felt that the situation was very sinister.

"That, Abbot, I don't think I'll go."

Anyway, in a few days, his memory and strength will be fully recovered, and then he can make a long-term plan on where to go next. But no matter where you go, there is no point in running to the Buddha.

Abbot Yangon smiled and said, "Oh, are you afraid?"

"Joke, what am I afraid of?. Since you are going to Daleiyin Temple, if you have anything, you can ask the Buddha. He is so powerful that he can solve it with a little finger, so why bother me? useless to me"

"No, even the Buddha can't do this, only you can do it. Of course, if you really don't want to go, I can't force it." The abbot of Yangon sighed: "If I knew this earlier, why did I waste my money last night? It is an unforgivable sin to commit all kinds of precepts!”

"Dansheng" rolled his eyes: "Okay, okay, I'll just walk with you!"

In order to fool him into helping, this monk really came up with all kinds of nonsense, and he said, "The Buddha can't do it, only you can do it." This kind of words really don't believe in ghosts.

In his life, he attached great importance to the promise, and the grievances will be repaid, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and flames in front of him,

Also go for a walk. Besides, since he was named "God General of Galan", it would not be an exaggeration to visit the big leader.

With a leap, he rose into the air. With a "pop" sound, he fell into the water.

The abbot of Yangon just stretched out his hand: "Wait!"

As soon as "Dansheng" flew to the river, he felt empty and completely helpless. And falling into the river is not enough, no matter how he flutters, he still sinks straight to the bottom of the river.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered with a faint blue light, and he stopped the sinking trend. He hurriedly swam up from the river, and even spit out a few mouthfuls of water, feeling that his mouth was full of sand.

"Bah, bah, bah! What kind of river is this ****?"

"Liusha River. Three thousand weak waters flow in it, even gods can't fly over it, only to cross the river honestly. There is a saying that 'the eight hundred quicksand world, the three thousand weak waters are deep, the goose seedlings can't float, the reed flowers are fixed The bottom sinks. 'Thanks for being able to swim up."

"Dansheng" spat fiercely again: "Buddha's rules are too big!" Thinking about it, it makes sense, even if the general practice sect does not allow people to fly indiscriminately, but he is still unhappy.

The abbot of Yangon raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "Don't spit indiscriminately, otherwise, don't blame the poor monk!"

"It's the sand that I spat, and it's none of the Buddha's business!"

"There is no ferry here anymore." The abbot of Yangon shook his head helplessly.

"Then what shall we do?"

"Don't worry, I'm already prepared." The abbot of Yangon took out a piece of slightly transparent tortoise shell and threw it into the weak water. It immediately became the size of a boat, and it didn't sink.

"what is this?"

"Dansheng" caressed the tortoise shell lightly. In addition to the natural texture, there are many mysterious and ancient runes on it, and there is a familiar atmosphere.

"The armor of the tortoise will not sink into the water. I managed to find a piece of it."

"I see!"

"Dansheng" is clear, he has the perfect blood tortoise, so he can swim up from the river. He jumped again, his eyes turned blue, and he stepped on the water steadily, laughing: "What's so difficult about this?" Walking on the water, galloping away.

Abbot Yangon looked at his back: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have to look for this tortoise shell. Just let this kid carry me over there. Well, maybe, he was destined to do this."

Crossing 800 quicksands and 3000 weak waters to the other side. As far as the eye can see, at the end of the sky and the earth, the clouds are filled with air and the mist is continuous. A undulating snow-capped mountain rests on the clouds, and the highest peak is shaped like a lotus flower.

As the sun sets in the west, a red sun is hanging over the "lotus flower". The sunset light dyes the cloudy and misty snow-capped mountains into a golden red.

That "lotus" became more and more colorful, and with the change of light and shadow, it seemed to be in full bloom all the time.

"Dansheng" couldn't help but stop: "There is..."

"Lingshan!"

The abbot of Yangon had a solemn face, took off his robes and robes, bowed deeply towards Lingshan, and threw his five bodies to the ground.

"Stop pretending, let's go!"

However, the abbot of Yangon got up, took one step, two steps, three steps, and bowed again.

"You are..." He suddenly understood that the abbot of Yangon was going to worship in three steps and to Lingshan: "Hey, don't do this! If you do this, when will we go?"

The abbot of Yangon did not speak anymore, bowed down repeatedly, and kept moving forward, turning a blind eye to everything around him, hearing but not hearing it, only the blooming lotus flower and the splendid snow-capped mountain in his eyes.

"Dansheng" grinned and shook his head: "It's crazy!"

Their speed suddenly slowed down, and they could only approach Lingshan step by step.

At the beginning, he had nothing to ridicule the abbot of Yangon, but he didn't respond, so he didn't bother to say any more. Fortunately, there are exotic flowers and plants everywhere, and the scenery is excellent, so I don't feel bored.

Gradually, a strange reverence developed, and this kind of perseverance is always unusual. Moreover, it is really unusual to be able to resist his great ridicule!

I think that the abbot who came to Yangon is not the kind of stubborn, stupid and obedient mad believer. The Buddha who is worthy of his worship must have great power and great compassion!

But he would never bow, not only because he was unwilling to bow his head. And in his opinion, if the Buddha really had the great power of boundless mana, he would not have the great compassion to save all sentient beings. If there is truly great compassion to save all sentient beings, there will be no great power with boundless mana.

Otherwise, this world should have been a pure land of bliss long ago, and a crazy woman like Qian Rongzhi would not have been born.

Probably, no one like him exists.

However, the speed of moving forward was faster than he expected. As he got closer to Lingshan, the abbot of Yangon became more and more anxious and anxious.

From the heart, his young and handsome face has become unshaven and dusty. His expression was also confused and disturbed, as if he was repenting and atonement, and he seemed to be struggling.

Sometimes "Dansheng" will have a hunch, and the monk will say to him in the next second: "Let's go back!"

However, he finally didn't say anything, just kept walking and praying.

Finally, Lingshan arrived.

The splendid temple tower and the blooming lotus flower are all in sight. At the end of the steps was a magnificent door, but the door was tightly closed.

The abbot of Yangon finally got up and went up the stairs.

"Dansheng" did not dare to neglect, followed closely behind, and also had a feeling of looking at the holy place, but it was quiet all around, not hearing the sound of bells and drums, chanting, not even a ghost. Thinking about it, ordinary monks can’t get here, and Bodhisattvas and Arhats don’t need to chant sutras all day.

When he came to the gate, there was still no sign of opening it. "Dansheng" stepped forward and patted "bangbangbangbang": "Open the door! Where did the guard run?"

"Don't knock, look up!"

The abbot of Yangon finally spoke, and after this tempering, his eyes became firmer.

"Dansheng" looked up along the crack of the door and saw a post in the center of the door with six golden Sanskrit characters on it.

"Dansheng" clapped both hands: "It's over, I blame you for walking too slowly, the Buddha went out to run errands."

The abbot of Yangon didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can you recognize those words?"

"Of course." He counted with his fingers: "I, yes, things, no, here, home. Exactly six words!"

Abbot Yangon laughed dumbly: "I didn't expect you to be proficient in mathematics, but no one posted the letter on the crack of the door." The tragic atmosphere in his heart was diluted a lot.

"Dansheng" is not happy: "Otherwise what do you say that is?"

"Naturally, a post was written with the six-character Great Ming Mantra of 'Om Mani Bai Mi Hum'."

"Joke, who dares to seal the door of the Buddha's house? Wait, is it..."

"That's right, it's the Buddha's own book. Well, go and take down that post!" (To be continued.)