Medical Sovereign

"Benefactor, you are blocking the way!"

The old lama is an old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face. He is wearing a big red lama uniform and is sweeping the ground with a broom in his hand. He looks like he is the lowest lama in the Potala Palace. Hearing Ding Ning's answer, he looked at him with cloudy old eyes, then pointed to his feet with the broom, indicating that he was standing in the wrong place, blocking his sweeping path.

"Is it blocking the way? Or going the wrong way?"

There was no sign of spiritual power flowing in his body, he was just an ordinary old lama, an ordinary sweeping monk, but even the most ordinary words made Ding Ning tremble like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

"There is no right or wrong way, it depends on how people walk. Standing here like you are now, it is easy to block the way of others."

The old lama seemed to have a deep meaning to say.

Ding Ning asked as if he had realized something: "What is Tao?"

"There is no way in the world, but if there are many people who leave, it will naturally become the way."

The old lama replied without raising his head.

"Then what is your way?"

"Since I was eight years old, I have been sweeping the steps here every morning and evening. No matter it is windy or rainy, or thunder and lightning, I have never stopped for seventy years. I know every step and every texture here. , this is my way."

"Then what is my way?"

Ding Ning lowered his head and muttered to himself, but he didn't hear an answer for a long time. He looked up subconsciously, and there was no trace of the old lama.

When did you leave?

Ding Ning blinked in bewilderment, and suddenly saw a young lama sweeping the steps, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, please ask, where is the master who was sweeping the floor just now?"

"What master sweeper? Zhabu and I have always been responsible for cleaning here."

The young lama blinked suspiciously, and pointed to the older lama who was sweeping the floor on the other side, indicating that that was Zhabu.

"Impossible, just now there was an old lama sweeping the floor here, and he was still talking to me."

Ding Ning was very surprised, and eagerly grabbed his wrist and said.

"Benefactor, you have been standing here in a daze for more than half an hour, and you are still talking to yourself, where is there any old lama!"

The young lama hurriedly broke free from his hand, and looked at him with vigilance like looking crazy.

"ah!"

Ding Ning was startled, and asked in a slow voice unwilling to give up: "Don't you have an old lama in charge of sweeping the floor in the Potala Palace? He told me just now that he has been sweeping the floor here for seventy years."

"Are you crazy? What nonsense, I'm timid, don't scare me, here are our young lamas sweeping the floor, where did the old lama come from? If you have nothing to do, hurry up, it's getting dark, don't make trouble here !"

The young lama didn't seem very courageous, his swarthy face flushed with plateau red, and he shouted angrily.

"Sanger, what's the matter?"

Zhabu heard the roar of the young lama, walked over quickly and asked.

"Brother Zhabu, this person is crazy. No one has been here for a long time. He insisted that there was an old lama sweeping the floor here just now, and he was chatting with him."

Like a wronged child, Sanger complained to Zhabu: "He also threatened me that the old lama has been sweeping the floor here for seventy years."

Zhabu's eyes suddenly changed, but he quickly regained his composure. Sanger didn't notice it, but he didn't escape Ding Ning's eyes. It seemed that Zhabu knew something.

"Almsgiver, it's getting late, we have to close the gate of the temple, and the road down the mountain will be difficult if it is late, please go back!"

Zabu bowed slightly, although his tone was very polite, he issued an order to expel the guest.

Ding Ning took a deep look at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I won't bother you, and I will visit the Potala Palace some other day."

After finishing speaking, Ding Ning turned and left without hesitation, but his spiritual sense noticed that Zhabu seemed to be slightly relieved.

"Brother Zhabu, when do you say we can practice Buddhism?

Just sweeping the floor all day is boring. "

Sanger was relieved to see that Ding Ning's psychopath was not entangled, and complained to Zhabu in a low voice.

"What's wrong with sweeping the floor? Sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice, and your understanding of Buddhism is still too shallow."

Zhabu snorted and taught softly.

"What kind of practice is sweeping the floor? You know how to fool me."

Sanger replied unconvinced.

"You don't have the roots of wisdom, so it's no wonder you can't comprehend."

Zhabu shook his head helplessly and said: "Back then, there was a Liansheng Buddha, who silently swept seven here..."

"What is Lian Living Buddha, why haven't I heard of it? Brother Zhabu, please tell me quickly."

Seeing Zhabu suddenly keep silent, Sanger asked curiously.

Zhabu looked around and saw that no one noticed him, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and warned in a low voice: "Don't ask any more, that's a taboo, the master accidentally said that he slipped the tongue once, and that's why I don't know what to do." Be heard by me."

"Brother Zhabu, don't you know me yet? My mouth is tight, just tell me, I promise not to tell anyone."

Sanger swears and swears and pleads, Zhabu looked around vigilantly, and said worriedly: "I tell you, you can't tell anyone!"

"I promise, if I dare to leak it, I will be out of my wits and never reincarnated."

Sanger quickly patted his chest and sent the master to swear.

Zhabu's face showed a hint of thought: "If the young man just said that he saw an old lama who claimed to have swept the land for 70 years, I still wouldn't remember this Liansheng Buddha, but that was hundreds of years ago. What happened, the young man will definitely not see the Living Buddha Lian."

"Someone has been sweeping here for seventy years?"

Sanger opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and asked in surprise.

"Yes, that Liansheng is an orphan picked up by a master of our Potala Palace. No one knows his origin. That master was reincarnated when Liansheng was eight years old. He didn’t show any wisdom, so the master who presided over the affairs of the temple assigned him as a handyman, and asked him to clean the steps in front of the temple twice a day, morning and evening, and this cleaning lasted for 70 years.”

There was a look of admiration on Zhabu's face: "But no one thought that this Liansheng was actually a living Buddha. Don't look at him who has been unknown all his life, but after he swept the land for seventy years, he suddenly had an epiphany. The lotus is born, and the clouds rise up!"

"Juxia Feisheng? Isn't it a reincarnation?"

Sanger screamed and asked inexplicably.

"It's not a reincarnation. If it is a reincarnation, it will definitely be left in his Buddhist house. According to the master, many people witnessed it with their own eyes. At that time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the sky, and the radiance of the Liansheng Buddha was so great that people dare not look directly at it. Step by step Shenglian walked towards the void step by step, until he disappeared into the sky, the road to the sky composed of countless golden lotus flowers gradually dissipated."

Zhabu slammed his mouth enviously: "Don't look at what everyone said, saying that death is reincarnation, but in fact everyone knows that death is death, and the understanding of a lifetime of hard work and the principles of heaven and earth is also true. Burned into relics, even if there is a reincarnation of the reincarnated soul boy, it only inherits those sentiments, but cannot pass on the memory. The fact that can be doubted, where it looks like the rising clouds of Lian Living Buddha, that is the real living Buddha."

"That's amazing, but Senior Brother Zhabu, don't you think it's strange? Living Buddha Lian is so powerful, why is it strictly forbidden for anyone to mention this matter in our Potala Palace?"

Sanger smacked his mouth fascinatedly, wishing he was the one who could raise Xia Feisheng, but he was young and quick-witted, and soon thought of the irrationality.

"Because Liansheng is a demon!"

Zhabu's face showed a touch of palpitation, "After he left the Potala Palace, the temple suspected that he had secretly practiced some supreme Dharma, so they ran to his monk's house to look for it, but they found I saw a handwritten message from him. He claimed to be a human devil, and he killed countless people in his life. A cultivation method created by Dao is left in the temple, and our Buddhist holy land has become a place for the devil to gain insights. If it were you, would you dare to publicize it?"

"Demon? Are there really demons in this world?"

Sanger opened his mouth wide in shock, swallowing hard.

"I also heard from Master, how could I know?"

After Zhabu finished speaking, he warned again sternly: "Remember, don't say anything, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, I know the importance of the reputation of our Potala Palace."

Sanger quickly reassured, and then rolled his eyes: "Brother Zhabu, didn't the Liansheng Demon Buddha leave a practice method? Why don't people in our temple practice?"

"It's not that I don't practice, it's that I can't practice, and I don't dare to practice. Before practicing that magic skill, you must practice a Buddhist foundation called "Bodhi Heart Jue"!"

Zhabu said helplessly, but he didn't know that Ding Ning, who was eavesdropping with his divine consciousness, was shocked, and his eyes burst into a horrified light. It turned out to be "Bodhi Heart Jue"? How can this be?

""Bodhi Heart Jue"? Why haven't I heard of this Buddhist teaching?"

Sanger thought for a moment, then asked suspiciously.

"Of course you haven't heard of it. It's the Buddhist practice of Zen Buddhism, not our Tantric Buddhism. Later, some masters tried to get the "Bodhi Heart Jue" from Zen Buddhism and tried to practice it, but it didn't work at all. Not only did the cultivation slow down It is difficult to increase the cultivation base, and it only has the effect of calming the mind. Many people have practiced it, but they have never been able to enter it, let alone practice the magic skill, so everyone thinks that the Liansheng Demon Buddha is fooling us. How can you be so kind?"

Zhabu shook his head in frustration, he knew what Sanger was thinking, but so what, he also tried to practice "Bodhi Heart Jue", but it didn't work.

However, Ding Ning looked thoughtful. It is indeed as difficult for ordinary people to practice "Bodhi Heart Jue" as Zhabu said, including himself when he was practicing. If his father hadn't insisted on him practicing, he would have Just modify the others.

It wasn't until the stone man was activated that the upper three orifices were opened and the double-faced Buddha appeared, the practice of "Bodhi Heart Judgment" made rapid progress, and he learned the great Buddhist supernatural powers such as the palm of great compassion.

Liansheng Demon Buddha took a path that no one had ever walked before. He reincarnated with the body of a demon and rebuilt it, which means that he has preserved the memory of his previous life, so the cultivation method he created is based on his innate soul. Yes, this is probably what Liansheng neglected.

Ding Ning thought about it carefully, and soon found out the reason why ordinary people could not practice the "Bodhi Heart Jue". You must know that it was only after he gave birth to the double-faced Buddha that the "Bodhi Heart Jue" gradually showed its magic, and it could be transformed into a person at will. The energy of any attribute is probably the most precious part of "Bodhi Heart Jue".