Good news, the elder is gone

Xue Wangliu originally thought that what Master Congtian was going to tell was the kind of short bedtime story for Buddhist cultivators, either cutting meat to feed eagles or repaying grievances with virtue. The sleep gene engraved in DNA has already started to make trouble, just waiting for Xue Wangliu to close his eyes .

But I didn't expect Master Congtian to say: "Madam... No, it should be called Fairy Bright Mirror. She used to be a mirror in front of the poor monk and Buddha to reflect on oneself."

Xue Wangliu, who was already drowsy, suddenly widened his eyes, boy, if you talk about this, I won't be sleepy.

I saw Master Congtian lowering his eyes and saying slowly: "The poor monk put her on the Buddha seat with his own hands, and chanted scriptures in front of her every day. Because he listened to the Buddha's words every day and received incense for thousands of people to worship, at 1000 Years ago, she opened her mind."

1000 years ago?Xue Wangliu paused, remembering that Congtian had been dead for 1 years, this should be the old almanac of 1000 years ago.

The original monks either died or ascended, but there are only a few who have left their names in people's hearts.Even Xue Wangliu, an [-]-year-old old fellow, has never heard of Fairy Mingjing.

"She is very smart. One of the things she learned after opening her spiritual wisdom is to observe. To observe Buddha, objects, and people..." Congtian continued, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Of course, because the poor monk sits in the Chanting scriptures in front of her, the person she has watched for the longest time is next."

Xu Jiqing frowned when he heard this, and felt that this monk was unusual, and there was something in his words that seemed to be showing off.He couldn't help asking: "Master, forgive me for talking too much. Since Fairy Mingjing had the opportunity to receive enlightenment from the teachings of Buddhism because of the Master, it stands to reason that the Master is her benefactor, but why are you two like enemies now?" ?”

Could it be that the fairy falls in love with the pretty monk and destroys it if she can't get it?

Xu Jiqing was slandering in his heart, when he heard Amitabha, the Congtian mage in front of him, explain softly: "Because she can't see through the poor monk."

He turned the string of emerald beads that had been thrown away in his hand, his compassionate face was a little hazy amidst the incense, as if he was recalling the past.

For a while, the Buddhist hall became quiet, only the sound of incense ash burning and falling into the stove could be heard.

Xue Wangliu sat cross-legged uncomfortably, just changed to the standard posture of eating melon with legs crossed, and then heard the remark: "Sorry, it's been too long, some things need to be recalled slowly by the poor monk."

"Don't rush, don't rush, just think about it slowly."

You can't eat enough good melons in a hurry. Xue Wangliu has been watching the excitement for so many years, saying that you slowly think about it.

From the sky, Amitabha Buddha said: "It rained heavily that day, and the banana leaves falling on the courtyard made a crisp sound. The monks and pilgrims all braved the rain to come to the Buddhist hall. The poor monk was praying in front of the Buddha, and suddenly heard a female voice talking."

The female voice was pretty, and she asked the monk closest to the Buddha with doubts: "27 out of 26 people in this Buddhist hall are complaining about the heavy rain today, why are you the only one who is indifferent? Obviously you lent the umbrella to others, and your clothes are all wet gone."

At that time, I was not the Master Congtian of today, and I was stunned when I heard the voice suddenly, and then I realized that the mirror beside me was talking.

"When did you open up your spiritual wisdom?" Congtian answered in a wrong way, and the mirror stopped talking for an instant.

He waited patiently for a while, until the rain outside the window was about to stop, and then he heard the female voice a little annoyed: "When did you open your mind, what does it have to do with you?"

"Of course it is related." Cong Tianwen said, "It was the poor monk who enshrined you in front of the Buddha. If you have enlightened your spiritual wisdom, the poor monk has the responsibility to teach you."

But the mirror said: "If my destiny is like this, without you, there will be others enshrining me in front of the Buddha. Why should I take all these things on myself?"

She said proudly: "I have seen what you have seen and what you have never seen in the ten years since I opened my spiritual wisdom. Not all Buddhist monks in this temple are as devout and honest as you, you Might as well be like them, be a little more selfish, and live a happier life."

The fresh monk's robe was reflected in the mirror, and Ming Jing muttered, "At least I don't have to be so drenched like I am now, like a drowned rat."

Congtian laughed but didn't say anything, just changed into a clean monk's clothes after a while, and sat in front of the Buddha and the mirror again.

"The Buddhist monks in the temple are impure. If we let them know about the mirror, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble." Cong Tian looked at the Buddha seat in front of him without a mirror, and said softly: "That's why the poor monk didn't tell them that the mirror is open. wise things."

Xue Wangliu sat behind and scratched his legs, curiously asked: "And then?"

"Then?" Cong Tian continued after a pause: "Then Ming Jing continued to listen to me chanting sutras in front of the Buddha and watch the people in this temple. After 100 years, she gradually cultivated the ability to see through people's hearts, but she still saw Can't penetrate the poor monk's heart."

As soon as the voice from the sky fell, the evening bell suddenly rang in the temple. A ray of sunset outside pierced through the dark clouds and just shone on the face of the Buddha statue in this temple. It was so golden that people dare not look directly at it.

Liu Fengyu saw that the Buddhist cultivator stopped talking halfway, so she asked amidst the ringing of bells: "And then?"

"And then it's tomorrow's story." He stood up and bowed to the group of people who were still sitting. A meditation room for rest."

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, the good guy is still a serial plot that someone wants to follow!Why can't you save the full text and send it out in one go?What if you are too old and forgetful, or become a eunuch?

He slandered inwardly, but with a respectful expression on his face, he got up from the futon and said, "Thank you mage."

Congtian smiled and said, "You're welcome, I just invited you to come here as guests." He led a few people to the backyard, and the temple on the mountain was much bigger than it looked from below. It is a good place to rest.

Xue Wangliu looked around the monastery, and suddenly heard Congtian's introduction: "From the beginning of Buddhism to the poor monk's sitting down, a total of 500 years. During this time, countless books were collected and copied, all of which were collected in this mountain. In the temple. This time I invite you here, I want you to enter the study room, and the books inside can be read and recorded at will, which can be regarded as a kindness of the poor monk."

The people behind him were shocked, even Xue Wangliu had never seen this scene.

500 years of private library for you to look at, comparable to Dangdang free!And it's free to download!Good guy, isn't it justified to save tens of thousands of TXT?

Xue Wangliu tried his best not to think of being a second-hand book dealer, he just tentatively asked: "Is it really possible? Will there be an extra price?"

Master Daishan Congtian shook his head: "No, all the books are for everyone to read."

Xu Jiqing was hit by such a big hand, and there was a hiccup in his throat and he was about to fall down. Jiang Yuan hurriedly supported him, pinched him hard, and Xu Jiqing screamed again in pain and woke up.

He stepped forward to hold Master Congtian's hand: "I was born before I was born, and I am already old when I was born. Master, do you mind accepting another ghost cultivator disciple? I am also willing to shave your head for you, let me read here That's it."

Master Congtian: ...

Master Congtian: "Friends, please respect yourself."

Xue Wangliu pulled the embarrassing Xu Jiqing behind him, and apologized to Master Congtian.

"If books are not read by others, they lose their meaning." Master Cong Tian stood still in front of the meditation room, and slightly raised his hand towards the half-closed door: "It's here. There are beds, tables and chairs inside. You are at your own convenience."

Xue Wangliu grabbed Xu Jiqing who was charging towards the door, and smiled at Master Congtian: "Master, when will we hear the story of Master again tomorrow?"

"When the bell rings again, you can come to the Buddhist hall." After speaking, Congtian bowed to Xue Wangliu and performed a Buddhist salute, then turned around and walked back to the Buddhist hall.

Xue Wangliu pulled his hand back abruptly, causing Xu Jiqing to drop his ass with an ouch.

"What are you doing?"

Xue Wangliu sighed, and hit his head with the handle of the knife: "Dare to rush in without knowing anything inside? How many lives do you have? Let me go ahead."

As he spoke, he walked forward and opened the door, looked at the bookshelves and the bamboo couch for rest, and found nothing unusual for the time being.Just as Xue Wangliu was about to step into the threshold, he suddenly felt his sleeves sink.

"Master, let the disciples go first." Nian Shu didn't wait for Xue Wangliu to respond, he let go of his sleeve, pushed Xue Wangliu away a little, and went straight into the room.

Nothing happened, and nothing strange appeared.Xue Wangliu followed into the room, stretched out his hand and slapped Nianshu on the head, but smiled but didn't blame anything.

"It's all right now, isn't it?" Xu Jiqing was about to move, looking at the bookshelf in front of him, as if a mouse had fallen into a rice bowl, his heart was about to fly away.

Seeing his hopeless appearance, Xue Wangliu waved his hands and said, "Go, go, feel free to watch."

Xu Jiqing ran away without a trace, even Jiang Yuan cupped his hands at Xue Wangliu, and trotted towards the bookshelf engraved with kendo.In the end, only Nian Shu and Liu Fengyu were left standing beside Xue Wangliu, motionless.

"What are you still doing standing here? Such a good opportunity, why don't you hurry up and find two books to read." Xue Wangliu patted the dust from his clothes, lay down on the bamboo couch next to him, waved his hands and said, "Go quickly Bar."

Liu Fengyu didn't move, Xue Wanliu glanced at him, and said to Nianshu: "Take five steps to the left and then go forward to the bookshelf for Buddhist scriptures. There should be more books here than the Bodhi Sect's bookstore. Go quickly. Bar."

"Yes." Nian Shu replied, turned and walked into the bookshelf.

After watching his back turn and disappear, Liu Fengyu immediately took a few steps forward, squatted down on one leg, looked at Xue Wangliu pitifully and called out to her aunt.

Xue Wangliu looked at him and said nothing.

"Auntie, don't ignore me." Liu Fengyu reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes and shook it, showing a look that no one else had ever seen, pitiful and cute.

Xue Wangliu: "I didn't ignore you, I was just wondering where it would be more appropriate to strike you."

Liu Fengyu: ...

The author says:

Xue Wangliu: It would be even more foolish to beat him at the head.

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