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Four Ye Xiang’s Journey (Part 2)

Wutai is my home, everyone loves her, if you have no money, hahahahaha. Ye Xiangseng felt while visiting Wutai, “Student, except for Baiyun Temple, which does not charge entrance fees, other temples basically charge them. If you add them all up, it will cost 150 yuan, right? 150 is a discounted price. In the current peak season, there is no small price. Two hundred, I can’t take it down anyway.” Several black tour guides around Ye Xiangseng kept persuading him. In the eyes of these people, Ye Xiangseng, who was single and looked like a junior high school student, was obviously a piece of fragrant fat. Meat.

“Follow me, and I’ll take you in. The entrance ticket is 50% off, and the rest of the tickets will be given to me. I can’t charge more. That’s the amount.” A black tour guide stretched out his thumb and middle finger in front of Ye Xiangseng, splitting it up. Extremely open, like the two big claws of a crab.

Ye Xiang glanced at these ordinary people expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled.

At this time, he had already removed the mask on his face, and his handsome and childish face suddenly smiled, just like the cleanest and most tender little yellow flower bone suddenly blooming on the mountainside in a quiet valley, shining brightly, disturbing those who were there immediately. The spirit of the black tour guide made everyone stay in place.

And when these people woke up, there was no trace of Ye Xiangseng in the field.

Taking off the hat on the top of his head, Ye Xiangseng touched the one hundred and sixteen yuan and three-corner banknotes in the interlayer of the hat, and smiled. In the past dozens of lives in the world, although he has encountered many risks, and was always beaten to death by the boring, fierce and vicious Dashizhi again and again, but he still maintained the demeanor of a Bodhisattva, and only practiced in various temples. It is rare to see such nonsense like today.

Fare evasion may be done by Yi Tianxing, it seems that he has also been infected by this kid a lot.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked up the mountain. Behind him, the black tour guides outside the mountain gate were still gathered together, discussing a lot.

Entering the mountain gate, only a piece of green color came into view, closed his sense of smell, stopped the vulgar smell of incense all over the mountain, Ye Xiangseng suddenly felt that the scenery of Wutai Mountain was clean, and returned a touch of his familiar and favorite With a beautiful look, I couldn’t help but be full of joy, and my pace quickened, walking along the stone steps, and entering the temple.

Although he sneaked around to visit the temples by evading fares, he didn’t spend too much time, because these temples are familiar, and the Bodhisattva and Arhats in them would not make Ye Xiang qualified to prostrate himself, but he saw the treasure of Samantabhadra in the side hall. At the time of the photo, Ye Xiang was slightly taken aback, and he even saluted.

Mount Wutai is the Manjusri Dojo, so the main halls of the temples are often filled with statues of Manjusri Bodhisattva.

Naturally, Ye Xiangseng wouldn’t worship himself, so he didn’t enter the main hall, but it was strange that he did so in the eyes of some caring people.

At this time, he had already taken off his hat, showing his bald head. Everyone knew that he was a monk. Originally, the monks on Mount Wutai thought he was a wandering monk and didn’t pay much attention to him, but seeing that he didn’t worship Manjushri in the main hall, they paid more attention to him.

Going to a quiet valley in Mount Wutai, entering from the south, the number of people gradually decreased. The valley is cool and cool, with occasional mountain winds blowing, causing the vines and barren branches in the sky above the head to rustle, so quiet.

Ye Xiangseng praised: “What a cool place.”

As soon as he said this, a dilapidated temple came into his eyes. He saw the red wall of the temple with curly skin and gray broken walls beside it. Moss, I don’t know how many years no one has come to repair it, it looks very bleak.

But in front of the main hall, there was a sign with three vague words: “Qingliang Temple.”

“This place looks familiar, as if I have been here many years ago.” Ye Xiangseng frowned slightly, but the memories of Manjusri’s previous dozens of lives were mixed together, which made him a little unclear. He just thought that the Qingliang Temple outside the Qingliang Valley He should have a story with himself, and immediately he slapped his forehead and said with a silly smile: “In that novel called Lu Ding Ji, didn’t Wei Xiaobao enter Qingliang Temple? Ye Xiang, you’ve misremembered again.”

After working as a low-level book wholesaler in a small bookstore in the provincial capital for several years, Ye Xiangseng’s idle books have gradually caught up with Yi Tianxing’s level.

In front of the temple there is a big stone, mixed with black and green, it is very ordinary, but it is very abruptly placed in the courtyard. I don’t know how such a huge square stone was transported into the temple, and why it has been placed here.

Ye Xiangseng’s eyes swept across the boulder, and he was slightly taken aback, and asked, “Why is this stone so familiar?”

Before he could think about it, he stepped lightly and climbed up in the air. Shi Shiran stepped on the huge boulder in the air, and his feet landed on the stone surface. Weeds are overgrown here, and there should be some good men and women who come to worship. ”

He was thinking with a smile, but a thunderous voice came from outside the temple: “The monk from the outer mountain, why did you step on my five gemstones, so presumptuous?”

While talking, a group of monks came in from outside the Qingliang Temple. These monks had glossy faces, wide waists and fat bodies. It seemed that they were a little over-nourished on weekdays. surrounded.

Ye Xiangseng was taken aback for a moment, saluted and said, “Brothers, you are all polite, I don’t know what offended this little monk.”

“Where are you stepping on the monk who has no eyes.” A fat monk sneered and scolded: “This stone is the treasure of my Wutai Town Mountain. According to legend, it is the Xielong Stone that Manjushri went to the Dragon Palace to ask for it. , you dare to step on it, and you are not afraid of losing your fortune.”

Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly, and all the past events came to his mind, and he clearly remembered the origin of this stone. At that time, Wutai Mountain was called Wufeng Mountain. The weather in Fengshan was hot, so I went to the East China Sea Dragon Palace to borrow a Xielongshi. When I was borrowing the stone, I had some unhappiness with the Dragon King’s family. In the end, I caught a few little dragons and locked them up in the Qingliang Valley, and they were not released until a long time later. The one who snatched it from the East China Sea couldn’t help but think of the one in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, the boy Yan Zhan Qingguang, he laughed and said: “It seems that the fate with the Great Sage is really not shallow.”

The few fat monks around him saw that the beautiful outer monk didn’t answer his question, so they couldn’t help being angry and angry, and cursed: “Aren’t you deaf?”

Ye Xiangseng asked compassionately: “This stone is stepped on. Manjusri Bodhisattva was also worried that his disciples would not be able to fight the scorching heat, so he borrowed this stone from the East China Sea. Brothers, such evil words are against the Bodhisattva’s original intention.”

The fat monk scolded: “You don’t even look at your face. This stone is the sacred place where Manjushri sits and preaches scriptures. How can you allow you to trample on it casually.”

Ye Xiangseng raised his eyebrows, and after a long silence, he sighed leisurely: “If you step on it, you will step on it, so what?””Yeah.” The fat monk frowned a little, as if he was thinking about something complicated, and after a long time he muttered, “If you destroy the protection of cultural relics, you should be fined.”

“How much is the penalty?” Ye Xiangseng remained expressionless.

“two thousand.”

Ye Xiangseng smiled wryly. Fortunately, he didn’t have the urge to cry. He stomped his feet, as if he wanted to step down the moss on the stone. Slowly climbing down from the rock, he patted the wet mud in his hands, saluted again to the fat monks beside him, and said softly, “Brothers, you are really talking like a lion.”

The fat monk in the lead is a little dark, shiny, very like Lu Zhishen’s dress, he patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: “When I go out for a trip, I will always have to pay the bill in the temple. I’m afraid it will even talk about lions.” Open your mouth wide” He turned his head to look at the high mountain peak, where the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva riding a lion shone in the sun, and there was a hint of pride on his face: “You must know that our Mount Wutai originally raised the sky. The most powerful lion in the world, how can we not open our mouths?”

Ye Xiangseng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, he waved his hands and was about to leave.

Those monks showed fierce faces and stopped him. Originally, these monks followed him from the monastery at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that he was alone, young and dressed in decent and luxurious clothes, they moved a little Ghost idea, seeing that a lot of money can be stolen at this time, how can I let it go easily

“Dragon King thought that Manjusri Bodhisattva could not take this stone away, so he let him take it away. If you make a fortune from this, why did Bodhisattva keep this stone here?” Ye Xiangseng still taught patiently.

But who would be patient to listen to his teachings?

“You monk, you talk about Bodhisattvas all the time. If you have the ability, you can change and take this stone away.” The fat monk sneered and forced him up.

Ye Xiangseng shrugged like Yi Tianxing, spread his hands and a clear light flashed across the temple, and the faint fragrance permeated the temple. The monks rolled their eyes and found that such a big stone in the temple had disappeared

Ye Xiangseng spread his palms, and a small stone lay quietly in the white jade-like palm.

He sighed, waved his hand, and a burst of Buddha’s breath blew by. The fat monks showed a ignorant smile on their faces, and they couldn’t help but fold their hands together.

On the middle stage, into the performance classroom, first walked through the side hall, and saw Amitabha Buddha in the small room, next to the Avalokitesvara holding a bottle thoughtfully, and on the other side the Mahasthama Bodhisattva with a soft and beautiful face, blue The pupils are faint, the vase is on top, there is no trace of sternness at all, only the power and influence.

Ye Xiangseng stared at the statue of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing, flicked his sleeves lightly, went to the main hall, and asked himself in his heart: “Are you still here?”

you are not here yet

It turned out that this merciful monk had the idea of ​​sacrificing his life to feed eagles on his trip this time. Knowing Yi Tianxing’s suffering in the sky, Ye Xiang naturally hoped to share the strength of the Pure Land side. And if Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, who has the least reputation in the Pure Land but the most terrifying strength, can be lured down to the world, the pressure on Yi Tianxing will naturally be much less.

And if you want to lure Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva to give up the boy and come to the world, besides Manjushri Bodhisattva, who else can have such an attraction?

That’s why he left the provincial capital, left the domineering old monkey’s shelter, and came to Mount Wutai alone, letting go of his heart and not hiding his supernatural powers, hoping that the news would spread to the heavens as soon as possible and let that servant come down.

Although he is Manjushri Bodhisattva, when he first awakened, his supernatural powers were not fully recovered. Even if he recovers completely, with left Qinglian right sword, wisdom and power added together, I’m afraid he won’t be the opponent of the one-moving world and six-moving Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

A mortal said it well, it’s not about high level, fighting is powerful. Religious comprehension is not k leveling up. If the more you comprehend, the more you fight, then in today’s world, there will be no such thing as Hawking being abused by his wife.

In the main hall, the statue of Rutong Manjusri is set in the center, and Ye Xiangseng watched it carefully, with a peaceful heart, as if he was ready to welcome the coming of another end. After all, he had been killed countless times by Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva after he was brought down from Mount Sumeru. It was really hard for him to feel too much emotion for such boring actions again and again.

It is indeed quite easy to get rid of all emotions in the world to transcend life and death, and to attain the Buddhahood.

He caressed his cheeks, compared to the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva, frowned slightly, thinking that this craftsman didn’t know who it was, how could he make such a pretty little face like that of a fat boy Manjusri, after all, he’s not that foolish little Yi Zhu.

When the sun rises to the sky, Mount Wutai is shrouded in golden sunlight, making it look holy.

Ye Xiangseng took a futon by himself, sat on the long sill outside the classroom, propped his chin, and waited for something.

Behind him, the Rutong Manjushri Bodhisattva statue in the main hall has gradually undergone inexplicable changes. The black bun reveals the color of pure black jade, and a faint light emerges from the face, which gradually clears up. It became more and more prosperous, swinging on the face of the treasure statue, as if it was about to come alive.

Qingguang’s masterpiece spread from the treasure statue, covering all Ye Xiangseng on the threshold in front of the hall.

From the corner of the eye, it floated up to the nine sky, and then lowered down, mixed with the sunlight covering the surrounding fields, mixed with gold and green, it looked extremely beautiful.

The bells at the corner of the eaves rang lightly, and the sound of Buddha’s gatha in the temple.

Ye Xiang propped his jaw and smiled, BodhisattvaSabo smiled.

In the clear light, no one knows which Bodhisattva is real and which Bodhisattva is false.

To be continued: