Good news, the elder is gone

When Dong Liansheng told the origin of his name, Xue Wangliu had already sensed that something was wrong. Later, when he heard this guy voluntarily said that he wanted to practice Buddhism, he was already quite sure that this Dong Langjun was the famous Master Congtian.

In the mouths of all Buddhist practitioners, even Nianshu's cognition, Master Congtian is Buddhist practitioner Nanbowan.And now the No. 1 Buddhist cultivator is also known as Xiao Congtian, which shows that Buddhist cultivators respect Master Congtian.

So the moment Xue Wangliu knew that Dong Langjun was Master Congtian, he was mainly surprised that this good man Congtian Master was a bad guy, or a bad guy who abandoned his wife.

I even worried that the old fermented melons I ate would be too powerful, and the owner of the melons would be upset and told me that I would not be able to get out of this illusion alive.

But when he saw the back, Gua slapped himself, who was eating melons, in the face.

Congtian is still that Congtian, a simple Buddhist cultivator whose feelings have been played with, honest people can't fail, but the wife is not that simple.

Xue Wangliu grabbed a handful of grass on the ground and murmured: "I think I've been played with."

"Amitabha." Nianshu sat next to Xue Wangliu and chanted while turning the beads, and asked with some doubts: "Master, do you know the origin of that Mrs. Dong?"

"I don't know, I've never heard anyone say that Master Congtian still has such a sad relationship." Xue Wangliu scratched his hair, "It's strange, there are many people who have entered this secret realm, how could someone not know about it? Woolen cloth?"

Nianshu thought for a while, then slowly said: "Maybe Master Congtian doesn't want people to know, so let everyone who goes out of this secret realm forget it."

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately and said: "It is indeed possible, after all, everyone knows that the mage has been deceived by others, and it will damage his image."

After all, the higher the cultivator's cultivation, the more he loves his reputation, but he cares more about feathers than ordinary people.

"Maybe it's not like that." Nian Shu thought for a while, and his voice became much quieter, and he was a little more uncertain: "Master Cong Tian fell in love with Mrs. Dong, maybe he didn't want others to say that Mrs. Dong is not good. .”

Hearing the words, Xue Wangliu suddenly looked at his blind apprentice who was usually taciturn, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead and said, "You understand quite well."

Nian Shu was hurt by the master's beating, but he didn't shrink back, he just smiled and said: "I used to listen to the master's study, isn't that what the idiots say about men and women?"

"Okay, you're so careless when practicing boxing, and you still have time to eavesdrop on me reading from the script." Xue Wangliu touched Nianshu's forehead that had just been slapped red by himself, and couldn't help but tease him and asked, "If you say that, If one day Nianshu has someone he likes, he will love him like Master Congtian."

Nian Shu was taken aback, then subconsciously shook his head and said, "I have no one I admire."

"It's not about now, I mean in the future." Xue Wangliu thought for a while, "If one day, you have someone you like and want to form a Taoist couple with her, then tell Master, Master will prepare for you The baby that fills a river proposes marriage for you."

the person I like?Taoist?Propose marriage?

Nian Shu only felt that these things were far away from him. He was short of soul and soul, his meridians were incomplete, and his eyes were blind. Who would like him?When he was wandering on the street before, he suffered so many blind eyes and bullying that he couldn't remember.

And he was naturally less angry, never angry, only felt that the places on his body that had been beaten hurt so much, and only felt sad.He leaned on the wall and walked barefoot on the street. The stones cut the soles of his feet, and the mud stained his nails. No one ever cared about him.

There are thousands of houses in this world, but not a single tile can shelter him from the wind and rain; the world is so big, but there is no place for him.

Only the master, only the master does not despise himself, first he gives himself copper coins, and then helps him drive away the people who robbed him, and gives himself pancakes to eat.Now I teach myself how to cultivate Taoism, teach myself how to write, teach myself right and wrong, black and white in this world.

Teach yourself to see the colorful colors in this world without eyes.

Is there a second master in this world who treats me so well?Just thinking about it makes Nianshu feel delusional.

He reached out and grasped the corner of Xue Wangliu's clothes, and said with the most sincere attitude in his life: "I don't want to think about this, I just want to stay by Master's side and serve my whole life."

Xue Wangliu smiled when he heard the words, but said: "It's wrong, you are a Buddha cultivator, and the only one who makes you serve your whole life is the Buddha."

"The master is my Buddha." Nianshu said seriously, "If there is no master, there will be no me. If there is no me, the master will have no one to call the master. But if the Buddha has no self, there will be tens of millions of people Call Buddha."

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to say anything, he heard Liu Fengyu's cooing pigeons from a distance.

"Auntie, there is a valley in front! There is also a temple!" Liu Fengyu brought Jiang Yuan and Xu Jiqing back to explore the road. Although he was a little upset seeing Nianshu clinging to his aunt, he didn't say anything, just said: "Auntie, let's go Bar."

Xue Wangliu asked, "What kind of temple is it? Is there any incense and incense? Are there any other monks?"

"The temple is far away on the mountain, but we can't see incense, clouds, smoke, or people. We didn't meet other monks along the way." Jiang Yuan replied.

Xu Jiqing panted and waved his hands and said, "Don't talk about people, there isn't a single bird." He found a clean grass and sat down, looked at Xue Wangliu and said, "If you want to enter the temple, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain. I will never go in."

Xue Wangliu looked at him: "What's the matter? There is no Buddha here to save you."

"Listen, the cognition of ghost cultivators is reversed from yours." Xu Jiqing pointed to the location of the temple, "You see that is a Buddhist temple, I think it is the underworld, you see that is the underworld..."

Xue Wangliu answered: "Do you think it is a Buddhist temple?"

"Bah." Xu Jiqing said hastily, "That's my happy hometown!"

Xue Wangliu choked: "Huh? There really is a hellish place."

"Otherwise!" Xu Jiqing said: "My master told me that ghost cultivation and ascension means going to the underworld to be the underground hell in the underworld."

Xue Wangliu looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I haven't died before, I really don't know. But if you are not a god born in heaven, and you go underground to be Yama, aren't you still a dead person? You might as well not practice Taoism, and you may die if you go to the underworld. Hurry up."

Xu Jiqing choked, and for a moment felt that what this old man said made sense.

Xue Wangliu smiled, patted the ashes on his buttocks, stood up and waved his hands: "Let's go, there is no Buddhist cultivator who can touch you with me, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Walking directly to the foot of Fomiao Mountain with the four dog legs, Xue Wangliu looked at the ginkgo trees planted all along the road, turning yellow all over the ground, it was late autumn.

"When I first entered this sea of ​​bitterness, it was spring when the buds were just sprouting, and then it was midsummer, and now it's autumn again, with all four seasons." Xue Wangliu laughed, and then heard Liu Fengyu carefully say: "Auntie, in the snowy valley Ginkgo is also yellow."

Xue Wangliu paused, and calmly said: "Oh, then you have to be careful not to step on the ginkgo fruit that fell on the ground."

Nian Shu heard it in his ears, and felt that the master was merciful, and he was unwilling to step on the fruits on the ground, telling them to return to their roots.But the honest boy Jiang Yuan asked at this time: "Xianggu, why can't the fruits on the ground be stepped on?"

"Smelly."

Xue Wangliu answered concisely, and even wrinkled his nose, as if he smelled it, "If you step on it and it stinks for three days, whoever smells it will know."

Nianshu: ...

Xue Wangliu looked up at the temple on the mountain, he had no spiritual power now, but his intuition told him that there was nothing strange here, so he walked up the stone steps and walked to the temple step by step.

The yellow ginkgo was blown up and down by the wind, and the faint scent of incense gradually wafted into the air. Xue Wangliu paused, and said in a low voice, "Listen, someone is chanting sutras."

Nianshu took advantage of the situation and said: "Amitabha, the wise will leave when they know the illusion, and the fool will take the illusion as reality. Let go of one thought, and everything will be at ease."

Liu Fengyu was about to explain to her aunt what the meaning of this scripture was, but Xue Wangliu smiled and said, "It sounds like someone here is too obsessed, and they can't let it go."

He looked at the temple gate that was close at hand, and the smile on his face deepened: "It seems to be an old acquaintance."

As soon as he heard this voice, it was Dong Lang Congtian Master. Xue Wangliu had already smelled the fragrance of new melons. round back of the head.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

Dong Langjun exchanged brocade robes for monk clothes, blue silk for ring scars, although his back was facing the door, he knew that it was an old friend, and the wooden fish he was beating in his hand also stopped.

He got up and turned to the door, Xue Wangliu saw the same face as Dong Langjun, still with the golden lotus Buddha imprinted between his eyebrows, but his temperament was completely turned upside down, his body was only covered with incense without a trace of fireworks.

If he was sitting on the lotus seat, Xue Wangliu would probably think that he was a clay sculpture and painted Bodhisattva.

The previous two times were all in response to Dong Langjun's request, this time Xue Wangliu asked straightforwardly: "Master, what do you want us to do for you this time?"

"Amitabha, there were many troubles before. This time, I invite you to stay here for a few days just to repay your kindness." Master Congtian said quietly: "The poor monk practiced the eight sufferings of reincarnation in order to cultivate the true body of the Buddha, and devoted himself to the mortal body. The body is addicted to the love between men and women and cannot extricate itself, thanks to the enlightenment of fellow Taoists, it is possible to escape."

In an instant, several proper terms for Buddhist practice that Xue Wangliu couldn't understand popped up, he coughed quickly, pushed his side to say a word, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean, please explain to your master."

Nian Shu was about to say that he didn't know, but in a flash in his head, the voice that only he could hear appeared again, quickly read a series of explanations, and then disappeared without a trace.

Nianshu: ...

Nian Shu: "Can you speak slower."

After a while, the voice spoke again at a slower speed, and then Nianshu explained: "The time for the Buddha to cross the kalpa is approaching. In order to obtain the true Buddha image, one must know the eight sufferings of life, and know and see through them, so as to escape. In love, lust, and hatred, you can get a solemn and precious appearance."

Xue Wangliu nodded, looked at Master Congtian in front of him, put his hands together and said: "Master is polite, I don't need to repay you, I am a layman, I just want to ask you for a treasure."

Master Congtian also paused, and the whole secret realm suddenly fell silent. It is estimated that Congtian Remnant Soul who stayed behind was also wondering what kind of monk Xue Wangliu was, and why he was so straightforward and shy.

After a while, the wind picked up again, and Master Congtian in front of him said, "Amitabha, I don't know what fellow Taoist wants."

"My blind apprentice is a pitiful person who is born blind and soulless. Not all the meridians in my body need to be repaired by treasures. I dare to ask the master for four relic bones to mend the meridians for my apprentice."

Xue Wangliu bent down and cupped his hands, and bowed to Master Congtian.

The originally clear sky outside the door was suddenly covered with dark clouds, a few bolts of lightning struck down, and the rumble of thunder made people feel that the sky was angry.And Liu Fengyu stood beside him clenched his fists, looked at his aunt's bent back, and pursed his lips tightly.

Nianshu frowned, and said directly: "Master, I..."

"Four are too many, one is fine." Master Congtian smiled and began to bargain with Xue Wangliu, "How about one?"

Xue Wangliu didn't dare to take advantage of Master Congtian and behaved in front of Master Congtian, so he quickly saluted again and said gratefully: "Thank you Master."

"good.",

The two reached an agreement, Master Congtian seemed to be following the procedure again, raised his hand to signal the group to sit down on the futon and rested, and said slowly: "The relic can be given up, but I need all fellow Taoists to listen to the poor monk tell a story. "

As long as he has relics, he can listen to ten or hundreds of stories, let alone one story.

Xue Wangliu immediately expressed that he was all ears.

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The author says:

Master Congtian: There are no four relics, but one relic is cheap for you.

Xue Wangliu: Wrap it up and wrap it up.

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Nianshu: Master is my Buddha.

Xu Jiqing: Then your Buddha does not seem to be very compassionate.

Nianshu: ...

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