Chapter 3008 Meet the Lord Buddha

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After Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, bowed in the direction of Leiyin Temple, and then floated down from the six-tusk white elephant, patted the white elephant with his hands, and the white elephant flew into the sky and disappeared. Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva himself fell in front of the main hall of Xiaolinglong Temple. Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva released his Buddha consciousness to look at the situation around Xiaolinglong Temple, and then walked to the main hall , sitting cross-legged, facing the statue of Maitreya Buddha, bowed his head and recited scriptures.

But after a while, two primordial thoughts and a light of clear eyes swept over. Namo Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva didn't even open his eyes, and he didn't stop reciting the scriptures. He was very clear that this must be Zhenkong. Yuan Nian who waited for others to visit Daxue Mountain. However, with the strength of Zhenkong and others, it is not enough to detect the existence of Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva.

After Yuan Nian swept over, and I don't know how long it took, there was a dull knock on the door, and Chun Zang's voice also came: "Is there any senior brother here? Disciples are those who seek scriptures with great joy. Chunzang, I passed by here today, and now that it's getting late, I hope my brother can stay overnight!"

"Monk..." Zhenhan's voice sounded untimely, "I told you, this is a deserted temple, there is no one there!"

Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva floated out of the main hall, and the Buddha's light flashed around him, turning into an old monk, but he saw that the old monk was wearing a strange orange-red costume, with a red hat like a cockscomb on his head, and Nanwu The old monk transformed by Daxing Samantabhadra also has black and red skin, and his face is full of wrinkles. Under a pair of snow-white eyebrows, his squinted eyes seem to be submerged in the wrinkles of time. This old monk is actually very similar to what Xiao Hua saw back then.

Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva stood in front of the main hall and waved his hand unhurriedly. The broom that had been thrown by the water tank in the corner for hundreds of years fell into his hands. Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva looked at it with great interest. Looking at the location of the temple gate, he looked up at the sky again. In the sky at this moment, those tens of thousands of vortexes had already exploded, and countless Buddha lights had enveloped tens of thousands of miles of places, and layers of Buddha lights were superimposed together. No one can tell how many layers there are. And within these buddha lights, countless buddhist kingdoms began to emerge gradually, strands of power of faith have begun to overflow among buddhist kingdoms! However, Namo Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva was a little puzzled again. Because there is an identical vortex within the numerous Buddha lights, these vortexes are superimposed with the superposition of the Buddha lights, and these layers of vortexes are hidden behind the Buddha lights. It looks rather weird.

However, it was too late for Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva to take a closer look, and the door of the Xiaolinglong Temple was pushed open again with a "Zhila".

"Huh?" Zhenkong's surprised voice came, "Why is there an old monk here? Could it be a monster clan??"

Following Zhenkong's words, he strode past Chunzang and stood in front of Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva. The magic wand in his hand drew a stick flower in the air, and looked at Nanwu Daxing Puxian very vigilantly. Xian Bodhisattva.

"Shit! What kind of demon race..." Long Ma Zhenfeng's voice followed,

"In your eyes, there are only two types of things in this world. One type will not hurt the monk, and the other type will hurt the monk! Can you hurt the monk when you look at the old monk?"

Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva ignored the quarrel between the two, and just took a broom to sweep the snow on the ground. The snow had already been cleared by some means when he fell into Xiaolinglong Temple. Now it's just sweeping some thin floating snow.

There was a golden light in Zhenkong's eyes, and after a few careful glances, he couldn't see anything, but just when he was about to raise the magic wand, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw something, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly , even showed a hint of ridicule, and then put the magic wand on his shoulder. The figure stepped aside.

"Old man..." Seeing Zhenkong get out of the way, Chunzang walked over quickly, clasped his hands together, "disciple Chunzang..."

Chunzang wanted to meet the ceremony. But Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva turned around and swept away as if he didn't see him.

Chunzang had no choice but to go forward and grab the broom, and said with a smile, "Teacher, you are getting old, please rest beside me. The rest... disciples will help you sweep..."

"Oh, little monk..." Namo Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva trembled, looked up at Chunzang and said, "Okay, since you want to sweep, you can sweep more..."

While speaking, Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva let go, looked at Zhenkong and others, his squinted eyes suddenly widened, pointed at Xuankong in surprise and shouted: "Monster, monster!"

"Hey, I'm a monster, what are you?" Although Zhenkong saw something, he was still not particularly respectful, and asked back without any politeness.

"Ah? Is he also a monster?" Long Ma Zhenfeng was shocked, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva turned pale even more, grabbed Chunzang's sleeve and shouted: "What? Little monk, can your horse speak human language? Is it... is it a monster?"

Holding the broom in one hand, Chunzang supported the old monk with the other, and replied in a slightly louder voice: "Master, don't be afraid, this dragon horse is the disciple of the poor monk. Although he looks like a dragon horse, he is actually a monk. They belong to the Dragon Clan, and they belong to the same lineage as the Dharma Protector Heavenly Dragon of my Buddhist sect!"

"Monk..." Longma Zhenfeng became displeased, and shouted, "How can the Tianlong of your Buddhist sect compare with my bloodline of Longdao?"

"Namo Amitabha..." The old monk was still afraid, and he held Chunzang tightly with his hand like a withered vine, and shouted, "Since it is a dragon, it is a monster. I remember that when I was young, my house was next to a river, and there were often monsters in it. Dragons haunt and eat children every year!"

"Old man Wu..." Longma Zhenfeng was even more displeased, almost jumped up, and shouted, "That is a dragon, okay? To put it bluntly, it is a boa constrictor that has become a spirit. How can it compare with Lao Tzu?"

"Namo Amitabha..." The old monk's face was pale, and he hid his body by Chunzang's side, peeking at Longma Zhenfeng and said, "You still say he is your apprentice, but he doesn't even call him master. You, how could you be your apprentice! Such an apprentice... what do you want him to do!"

"Damn it..." Longma Zhenfeng said angrily, "Whether I call Master or not, what does it have to do with you?"

"Zhenfeng..." Chunzang couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted, "Go and stay outside the temple, don't frighten this old man."

Longma Zhenfeng smiled and said: "If the master is assured that the disciple is outside with the scriptures on his back, then the disciple will go there..."

"Master, you don't have to worry about this!" Zhenhan, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, walked over immediately and said with a smile, "This disciple will take the scriptures off the back of the younger brother, and then let the senior brother kick it." Kick him off the mountain!"

"Zhenhan..." Longma Zhenfeng panicked, "If you dare, I will give you ten more courage..."

"What am I not afraid of?" Zhenhan replied with great interest, "You should ask Eldest Senior Brother this question..."

Saying that, Zhenhan dragged Longma Zhenfeng half-truthfully and walked towards the corner of the small temple, away from the old monk. As for Zhenkong, he had already jumped onto the wall of the small temple at this time, raised his eyes, looked at the Buddha light and colorful clouds high in the sky, and listened to the inexplicable rumbling noises, with a look of expectation on his face, not knowing where he was going. Think about something.

"Hehe, I made the old man laugh!" Chunzang smiled and helped the old monk to the side of the hall, cleaned the dust on the steps with his cassock, asked the old monk to sit down, and said in his mouth, "The poor monk's disciples are naughty and careless. It is the fault of the poor monk that he often breaks some precepts during the period, and the poor monk is not educated enough! But these poor monks and disciples are all good-hearted..."

"Ordinary people once said that it is the father's fault to raise or not teach. The teacher is lazy if the teaching is not strict. You are indeed incompetent as a master!" The old monk sat down, his eyes still squinted, and he replied lightly.

Chunzang just smiled wryly, and when the old monk sat down, he took the broom and began to clean the ground of the Little Linglong Temple, just like Xiao Hua came to the Little Linglong Temple that day, before the Buddha's light came, there was heavy snowfall, no matter how you cleaned it, you couldn't keep up with the heavy snow fall. After the Buddha's light came, the cloud had been dispelled, the snowflakes had stopped dancing, and there might be some snow flakes in the air who were unwilling to be lonely, but it was much easier for Chunzang to clean up.

It was only half a meal, Chunzang had already cleaned the entire courtyard, and when he collected the snow at the foot of the wall, he naturally picked up the wooden cover on the water tank at the foot of the wall, as if he wanted to get water for drinking. But when he picked up the wooden lid, the inside of the water tank was empty without a single drop of water, Chunzang was stunned!

At this time, Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva had a wry smile on his face. He could clean the snow in the courtyard at will, making the courtyard look like someone cleaned it frequently. But he doesn't drink water, so how did he think of putting water in the tank?

"Zhenkong..." Chunzang raised his head and shouted after being stunned for a moment, "Go and fetch some water for this old man! On such a heavy snow day, it may be inconvenient for him to fetch water!"

"Yes, master..." Zhenkong replied without any hesitation at all, and at this time, Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva smiled and said, "The water in the world can only quench the thirst of the mouth, and the milk in the relic How can I solve it?"

Chunzang smiled slightly and said, "The Buddha's words are naturally the rain of relics. As long as you listen to the Buddha's mantras all the time, the relics will naturally not be thirsty!"

"Namo Maitreya Buddha..." Namo Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said respectfully, "What the monk said is very true, but I don't know. If the relic doesn't know how to drink water and how to listen, then what should I do?" OK?"

"Teaching..." Chunzang didn't hesitate even more, "Teaching and influencing them, traveling thousands of miles without fear, seeing the true face of Buddha at a glance."

"Okay, monk please..." Nanwu Daxing Puxian Bodhisattva took a deep breath, moved away, and raised his hand to signal, "Please take the first step to see the Buddha!" ​​(To be continued.)