my weird life.

Chapter 189 The Buddha of Gema Temple (12)

Snowflakes fly outside the window,

The fireplace in the room was burning brightly, making the room warm like spring.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, with a gloomy face, sitting cross-legged on a wool blanket, holding a Gabala bowl in one hand, and a sapphire hand stove in the other,
Eyes open and close,

lip fluttering,

Constantly recite the secret mantra: "Maha Kalaya, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh..."

As he continued to recite the secret mantra, the colorful objects in the Gabala bowl gradually turned into mist and slowly floated into the sapphire hand furnace in the other hand.

There was a 'cuckoo-cuckoo' sound from the hand stove,

Like a toad neighing.

The whole hearth was trembling,

Strands of flame-like colorfulness are reflected on the hand stove, constantly twisting.

After about half an hour,

The young Buddha stopped reciting the secret mantra.

All the colorful things in the Gabala bowl have been mist into the sapphire hand stove, and the flame pattern that appeared on the sapphire hand stove has gradually faded away.

There was no more sound from inside.

The Buddha placed the stove and the Gabala bowl on the table,
Wipe the sweat off your face,
Standing up, wearing a red monk's robe made of kudzu linen, he walked back and forth barefoot in the living room, with a hint of impatience faintly appearing between his brows.

Just as the gloom between his brows became more intense,

There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door.

His expression moved slightly,
Sit back cross-legged on the wool blanket.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was much lighter, and after a while, the outsider knocked on the wooden door, and at the same time tremblingly said: "Buddha, my servant is back."

"Come in."

The young Buddha nodded.

Hold the hand stove on the table in the palm of your hand,
The warm heat emanated from the stove, warming his palms.

The people outside the door pushed the door open and entered.

His clothes were in tatters, and on his tall and strong body, the scars all over his body had just healed. At this time, he was carrying a food box, standing at the door, and kowtowed to the young Buddha obsequiously.

"Get up and stand outside the door,

Don't dirty the blankets here. "The young Fozi frowned and looked at the strong servant covered in blood and snow, and shouted orders.

The strong servant hastily retreated to the door,

Shivering in the cold wind, he still grinned obsequiously and looked at the young Buddha: "Buddha, I went to the Zhaitang to bring you breakfast."

The young man didn't even look at the food box in the hand of the strong servant,

stare into each other's eyes,
Staring at the other party so that he lowered his head in fear, he said, "Why didn't you take the scripture I asked you to take?"

"The servant rushed to the Jinglun Academy early in the morning,

I was supposed to guard there, and when the Sutra Library opened, I immediately went in to pick the scriptures you need!
But the monk of the Jinglun Academy lied to the servant,
It was said that the scripture building would not open until a long time ago, so I asked the servant to go outside first.

The servant thought, Buddha, you went to the dining hall to pick up your meal before you had eaten, but after you came back, it would be too late, and everyone else picked the two scriptures you chose.
When the disciple goes to fetch it again,
There is nothing left.

These two scriptures are so important to the Buddha, how could the servant return empty-handed?So I thought about asking the servants of other Buddhists to borrow a scripture.
Who knows that he not only refused to borrow,
Instead, he wounded the little servant and took away the dharma sword given to him by the elder..." The strong servant knelt down on the ground with a plop, and immediately explained to the young Buddha with tears streaming down his face.

When he and others stopped Danjia earlier, he looked stupid and bold,

At this time, facing his own Buddha, he seemed timid and smart.

Whitewash the words a little bit,
Although what he said was all the truth, he unknowingly chose his responsibility completely.

The young man listened to the narration of the strong servant,
His expression became more and more gloomy,
Asked: "Which monastery's disciples of the Buddha came down and took your dharma sword?"

"The servant doesn't know!
I only know that his servant is eight or nine years old..." The strong servant hurriedly replied after hearing this, but he didn't dare to continue after speaking halfway.

He went to ask an eight or nine-year-old servant to 'borrow' scriptures,
Instead, someone took away the precious Dharma knife,

That's the other side's problem,

Or is it his own problem?

The young Buddha laughed out of anger at what the strong servant said!

He waved to the strong servant outside the door: "Come here!"

The strong servant was holding the food box, but hesitated, and didn't follow orders to enter the room—this kind of behavior like a servant is absolutely rare in the Secret Tibetan Region.

Generally, even if the master wants to cut off the servant's limbs and take his life,

They dare not resist!

Because the result of resistance is often more tragic!

however,
Now this strong servant dared to hesitate in the face of his master's order,

It's really strange.

"come over!"

The Buddha raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his face became ferocious.

The strong servant was so frightened that he trembled all over, and finally still holding the food box, he walked slowly towards the threshold, approaching the Buddha, and said in a low voice: "Grodenzhu, you can't kill me,

I am your elder brother, your close relative..."

The young man listened to what the strong servant said,

Protruding blue veins on the forehead.

His five fingers gripped the sapphire hand stove, and it rattled.

Seeing that he didn't make a move, the strong servant relaxed a little, knelt down in front of him, bowed his head and said nothing.

The Buddha took the food box from his arms,
once opened,

A burst of hot air wafted out of the food box.

"You said you went to the Zhaitang to prepare meals for me first,
Later, no scriptures were borrowed,

Going to snatch other people's scriptures again, but was beaten like this - after such a long time, the food in this food box is still so hot? "

The Buddha, commonly known as 'Grodenzhu', held up a dinner plate,
Putting it on the table, he whispered a question to his servant, his kin of flesh and blood.

The strong servant bowed his head,
dare not speak.

He lied to Buddha again.

"Sangye Lodendup,

Do you know why I brought you with me when I came to Daxue Mountain this time? " Grodenzhu asked coldly.

The strong servant 'Sangji Luodengzhu' looked up at him, his lips moved slightly: "You want to kill me?"

"Yes, you guessed it right!"

Groton Pearl grinned.

"You can't kill me, the abbot doesn't allow you..." Sangji Luo Dengzhu stopped talking in the middle of his words.

There was horror in the eyes of his brother Grodenzhu.

He suddenly got up, turned around and wanted to run away!

"The abbot is not here,
The elders are not here either.

They even agreed to let you come here to practice with me - don't you understand why?

Sanji Rodendup,
After you follow me to Daxue Mountain,

Your worth has been exhausted,
Damn it too! "

A black shadow appeared behind the young Buddha, and flame wheels were woven around the black shadow, pushing the strong wind and locking the doors and windows tightly.

Even Sankye Lodendup was set in place,

Can't move!

Sangjee Rodendup was full of tears, and kept saying: "We are brothers, Groddendup, don't kill me, we are brothers..."

Grodenzhu had a gloomy face,
turned to him,

pry open his mouth,

Uncovering the lid of the palm sapphire hand stove, a fiery red centipede crawled out of the hand stove and crawled into Sangji Luo Dengzhu's mouth.

He closed Sangjee Lodendup's mouth again,

"Uh-uh!"

Sangjee Rodendup trembled violently,
Balls of flames gushed out from the holes in his body, burning his clothes to ashes,
Burned his insides to ashes,
Suddenly, people are gone!

The red centipede got out of his eye socket and crawled into the sapphire hand stove.

He looked at the corpse on the ground,
Tears welled up in my eyes: "Sangji Luodenzhu, my brother, I will avenge you!
The servant who snatched your dharma sword,
and his master,

You will all pay for your death! "

The tears in Grodden's eyes flowed more and more, crying very sadly, as if the corpse on the ground was not made by him.

He cried for a long time,
go to the door,

Ring the bronze bell at the door.

Soon,
A tall and strong yellow-clothed monk—"Dengzhu" who was a traveling monk appeared at the door: "Buddhist son of Gema Temple,
What are your orders? "

"Help me clean up the room,
You deal with the people inside. " Grodenzhu said with a smile on his face.

……

Time flies by.

In a blink of an eye,
It has been more than a month since Danga came to Daxueshan Temple.

For more than a month, she has lived very leisurely.

After all, when she was in Wuxiang Zunneng Temple, Su Wu became the abbot and had to deal with many affairs. As his servant, she would inevitably run errands for him and do some work within her ability.

The accumulation of many affairs every day also made her very tired.

But in Daxueshan Temple,
She just helped His Holiness go to the dining hall to serve three meals a day,

She doesn't even need to wash the clothes. Daxueshan Temple has service monks who specialize in these things.Comparing the two, she was naturally much more relaxed in Daxue Mountain.

Su Wu retreats to study scriptures every day,

When I am free, I will also call Dan Jia over.

Instruct her to practice the secret mantra,
Even gradually constructed for her a set of "visualization practice" as the main, supplemented by secret mantra practice and body protection magic weapon practice, and discarded the three heretic practices of "dedication", "giving" and "sacrifice". system,
If Tanga wants to rely on the deity in the future,

This practice system can be used to practice deities.

In the living room separated by a felt cloth, Su Wu's voice of chanting sutras was constant, occasionally stopping to think for a moment.

Outside the felt cloth,
Danga put his beloved dharma knife on the table.

Also flipping through my notes,
Follow the steps to do daily blessings for the Dharma Knife.

At this time,

There was a knock on the door outside the living room.

Danga covered the small table for his homework practice with a blanket, got up and opened the door, and saw a yellow-clothed monk standing outside the door.

"What's the matter? Zakang?" Dan Jia looked at the little yellow monk outside the door and asked with a smile.

Having experienced the borrowing of scriptures from the Sutra Library,
Danga and Zhakang quickly became familiar with each other,
Has gradually become a good partner.

Zhakang was also smiling, and said to Danjia: "I am ordered by Guru Guangyuan to come here to inform your venerable,
Tomorrow is the deadline for passing the 'no-mind shut-up',

If your venerables sign up to participate,
I have to report to the Economics Institute today. "

"Okay, I see." Dan Jia nodded, not in a hurry because today is the deadline - Buddhist disciples from all over the world, Hutuktu, and the Buddhist disciples to be selected from Daxueshan Temple are not in a hurry. In a hurry?
Several times before, the Institute of Economics and Economics has notified you to sign up to participate in the "no-mind shut-up",
All the Buddhist disciples remained silent.

Just to make it to the deadline,
Only then will someone be willing to sign up to participate.

After all, the more you study the scriptures, the more experience you have, the more confidence you will pass the test.

"When I asked our venerable,

Let me tell you the result again! "Danga said.

"well."

Zhakang nodded, waved to Dan Jia, and prepared to leave.

At this time,

The inner room of the living room is partitioned with felt cloth,
Su Wu's voice came out: "There is no need to make another trip.

Sign me up.

Hutuktu, Wuxiang Zunneng Temple, participated in the test of "Wu Nian Shut the Mouth". "

(End of this chapter)