Chapter 2124 Confession

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"Elder...Elder!" Xiao Hua's tone was almost trembling, his eyes fixed on the old monk, and he said tentatively, "I... I just came to ask the way, why... why did I become some kind of future Buddha Lord ?”

It's a pity that the old monk bowed his head again, turned a deaf ear to Xiao Hua's words, and concentrated on sweeping the snow again.

Xiao Hua, who had already planned to leave, how could he move now? Standing there quietly, watching the old monk without blinking his eyes, the Buddha consciousness has been completely released, also covering the entire Little Linglong Temple, his eyes are full of disbelief, and his heart is even more " Plop plop" jumping wildly, thinking about the credibility of the old monk's words in his mind.

The snowflakes are still floating, there is no fresh wind in Little Linglong Temple, the old monk's broom has just swept 30% of the yard, Xiao Hua has already made a decision. There are too many unimaginable things in this world. Jiu Xia's technique of divination, the witch king's technique of supernatural power, and his own hand of cause and effect, can't they all be used for divination? Jiu Xia could figure out that he appeared in Huan Country, Witch King could figure out that he had appeared in Million Meng Mountain, and this Buddhist sect's senior could figure out that he had appeared in this Little Linglong Temple ninety years ago... It's nothing, Xiao Hua This can choose to believe.

However, Xiao Hua was still a little puzzled, why could this old monk recognize himself at a glance? Could it be that he knew he would come today? Or did the seniors of the Buddhist sect leave images? If ninety years ago he knew that he was here today, and he could still leave a picture of him now, then would that senior know about his legacy in the West Sea? Or, if you have just become a baby in the void, think a little bit. Changed his appearance, would the old monk still recognize him?

Seeing the old monk sweeping the snow intently, Xiao Hua waved his hand, and the Seal of Covering Sea flew out of the space, rushing into the air, the bronze brilliance tightly covered the Little Linglong Temple, and no more snowflakes would fall. The old monk naturally wouldn't look up, swept away the snow in the yard one by one, and suddenly raised his head again: No matter whether Xiao Hua was beside him, he opened his mouth and said: "Bodhi. Don't be surprised. When the master accepted the poor monk, he had already said that the mission of my Little Linglong Temple is to wait for the coming of the future Lord Buddha. The coming of the future Lord Buddha!"

Finish this sentence. The old monk swept the snow again. Until all the snow has piled up to the corner of the yard. Then he walked tremblingly to the door of the main hall, carefully placed the broom next to the thick pillar, and bent down with difficulty. Among a row of large vats, I chose one at random, removed the wooden cover on the vat, took out a small wooden spoon from inside, scooped up the water in the vat, and drank it The two of them wiped the water stains from the corners of their mouths with weird monk robes, and said again: "The poor monk has tried every means in his life and has not received a single disciple, so the poor monk knows that the glory of welcoming the future Lord Buddha must fall on the poor monk." It’s just that the poor monk still can’t imagine that the Lord Buddha came so late! It’s so late that the poor monk can’t do anything for the Lord Buddha!”

"Elder..." Xiao Hua walked in front of the old monk, and asked with a smile, "What is the name of the elder? Why did the elder think that I am the future Buddha Lord all of a sudden? Could it be that no one has ever come up to this Little Linglong Temple?" ?”

"The name of the poor monk? Don't mention it! The poor monk doesn't even remember what it's called!" This time the old monk really heard Xiao Hua's voice,

He replied, "It's not that there are no people coming to my Little Linglong Temple. There are usually monks and devout donors, but if you are like the Lord Buddha and don't speak the language of my pure land world... there is none of them." As a disciple of my Little Linglong Temple, being able to communicate with the Lord Buddha is the most important thing. The poor monk often talks to himself when he is free, so that he will not forget this kind of words! And..."

As he said that, the old monk opened his mouth again, and said in Xiao Yu Dalu's words: "Could it be that...the Lord Buddha still wants the poor monk to say...these weird words? This word...the poor monk...but I don't say much Yes!"

Of course, the old monk's words were very jerky, even a little bit inaccurate, but Xiao Hua could hear them clearly, this was the Xiaoyu Continent language he hadn't heard for a long time.

"Silk!!! This...how is this possible?" Xiao Hua took a breath, and all the doubts before were gone, but he forgot that the writing and language of the Land of Ultimate Bliss and Hidden Immortal Continent are different. When I entered the temple, I told the old monk the words of Confucianism in the Confucianism of the Hidden Immortal Continent, and the old monk also responded accordingly. Now that I think about it, the old monk really seemed to be talking to himself just now! Now that the old monk actually said a sentence from Xiao Yu Continent, how can Xiao Hua not be surprised by Leaving?

The next thing was even more unexpected by Xiao Hua, the old monk didn't take him to the main hall of the temple, and didn't tell him much, but went to the first sight hut on the left side of the temple. After a while, a puff of smoke wafted from the window of the hut, and then a faint fragrance wafted from inside.

Xiao Hua didn't keep up, and now he was surprised again, walked to the door of the hut, and looked around. This hut is like a kitchen, there are some neatly arranged firewood inside, and there is a small stove, and a small iron pot is placed on top of the stove, and something is cooking in it at this time, and the thing looks like It is very viscous, and it is rolling with the fire. After the fire under the stove was gradually extinguished, the old monk took out a pot and two large rough bowls from the wooden cabinet next to the stove, and picked up the small iron pot with his dry, bone-only hands. Pour the viscous liquid into the pot, and then take out several bottles and cans from the wooden cabinet, and take out some ordinary-looking ingredients from the inside and put them into the pot.

The old monk picked up the pot, shook it a few times, and unexpectedly poured out some slightly yellowish liquid from it. After filling up the two large bowls, the old monk carefully picked up another bowl and handed it to him. Xiao Hua said: "This is the butter tea unique to my Daxue Mountain, just try it! This thing was the poor monk's favorite ten years ago, and it has been used for a long time in order to maintain the poor monk's body in recent years. Today, since you Come, the poor monk also comes to satisfy his hunger!"

Xiao Hua smelled the aroma of butter tea, and there was a strong smell of meat in it, he was quite displeased, but after listening to the old monk's words, his heart felt a little sour, he took the big bowl respectfully, Xiao Hua Said: "The poor monk thanked the elder, and thanked the elder for his perseverance for more than ninety years!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Hua raised the big bowl, and drank the butter tea into his stomach one mouthful at a time, a warmth came from his stomach, and even more so from the bottom of his heart.

Naturally, the old monk did not have Xiao Hua's good appetite, but he couldn't drink it after drinking a little half, sighed, put the big bowl on the stove, looked at it with some regret, and said with a wry smile: "If you don't drink for years, the poor monk I'm afraid I won't be able to drink anymore!"

Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's fine if you don't meet me, since I let you come to Xiaolinglong Temple..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly shut up, he didn't dare to say more, it seems that before that, as long as he had an idea in his heart, those who might take Rejuvenation Pill would not have a good result. And the old monk in front of him has reached the stage of dying, and Xiao Hua can't guarantee that his Rejuvenation Pill will be effective for him.

The old monk didn't listen to what Xiao Hua said at all, let alone look at Xiao Hua, and said immediately: "There are still many Buddhas to thank, and the poor monk is just one of them. One hundred and ninety-nine years, nine days to wait, ten thousand years, poor monks do not know how many generations the Little Linglong Temple has been passed down! Only the Bodhi tree outside the Little Linglong Temple was planted when the Little Linglong Temple was built. It has witnessed the ten thousand years of wind and frost in Xiaolinglong Temple."

"Ah?" Xiao Hua was startled again, looking left and right at the darkened hut, he really couldn't imagine that this ordinary temple, without any Buddha formations at all, nor any temple blessed by Buddha's light, has such a long history.

"Lord Buddha, come here with the poor monk..." The old monk didn't lift his eyelids, but walked slowly again, came out of the hut, walked to the left side of the main hall, pushed the door of the hall, and the door opened with a sound, I saw more than a dozen cabinets inside, and some scriptures were densely packed inside, and looking at the back of these cabinets, there was another tall Buddhist niche, and there were a lot of Buddhist scriptures inside.

The old monk pointed his hand and said: "This is the Sutra Pavilion of my Little Linglong Temple. The Lord Buddha will read the scriptures in it word by word in the future. Although my supernatural powers are important in my Buddhist sect, the Dharma is First and foremost."

"This..." Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, he really came to ask the way, and wanted to know where he was going, he really didn't come to be the future Buddha Lord, let alone be here What Buddhist scriptures are read in Xiaolinglong Temple?

The old monk didn't wait for Xiao Hua to say more, reached out and closed the door of the main hall, and brought Xiao Hua to the right side of the main hall, and also pushed the door, only to see a thick stupa on the main hall. There is no Buddha light on it, and it even looks rough and simple, and it looks very weird. Layers of railings and steps are built outside the stupa.

"This is the pagoda of my Little Linglong Temple. Since the establishment of the Little Linglong Temple, all the disciples' relics are here! After the poor monk passed away, there must be a relic left behind. The Lord Buddha can give the poor monk's relic Put it on it, and the pagoda will be complete. I pray for the Lord Buddha’s coming every day, and these relics are full of my thoughts. When the Lord Buddha attains fruition...it will be of great use!" The old monk With a flat tone like water, pointing to the pagoda with his fingers, he said very naturally, it seems that these relics are the butter tea that Xiao Hua used just now, not the real fruit that Buddhist disciples have condensed for decades.

ps: Thanks to "Xuanqing Daoyou" for "Filling the Holes in the Cultivation of the Gods" and "Cultivation of the Gods: The Ritual of the Cultivation of the Rites and the Experience of the Cultivation of the Gods". Two nearly 300,000 words are placed there. Fellow Daoist Xuanqing wrote very well. Tanhua originally wanted to put it here for everyone to read, but there is a fee here, so I put it in the front. I hope you can watch it for free.

In addition, Fellow Daoist Xuanqing is also writing a book called "Jiu Tian Xun Zun". Although it has just begun, Tan Hua knows that writing a book is not easy, and I hope everyone will support it. On behalf of Daoist Xuanqing, thank you all.

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