Chapter 2123 Xiao Linglong Temple

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the leaves, a little surprised. Under the heavy snow, the leaves were still green and lush, without any withering or yellowing. Even the white snow and green leaves contrasted with each other, showing the vitality of the green leaves. Looking at the tree trunk he bumped into, it was different from the ordinary tree trunk. This tree trunk was about several feet in size. It was not an independent tree trunk, but a cluster of dozens of tree trunks. These dozens of tree trunks were rugged and coiled into a ball. Each independent tree trunk was so powerful. The trunks were deeply inserted into the foothills buried deep in the snow. When the middle section of the trunk was reached, these dozens of tree trunks twisted and merged into one. Branches and leaves radiated from the top of the trunk, covering the dozens of feet nearby.

"What kind of strange tree is this?" Poor Xiao Hua came from the desert Xiaoyu Continent of the Buddhist Sect, so naturally he didn't know the origin of this tree. He wondered inwardly, "This tree doesn't look like an ordinary spiritual tree, but if it's not a spiritual tree, how can it keep its branches and leaves evergreen in this cold and snowy weather?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua looked up at the small temple not far away and smiled, "Can't I just go over and ask?"

The small temple is not big, comparable to the Jiangchao Temple in Jiangchaoling, and there is snow in front of the small temple, with no traces of human footsteps. Xiao Hua already knows that this must be another dilapidated temple.

When Xiao Hua arrived in front of the small temple, he turned around to look at the footprints he had walked along the way. A kind of enlightenment came to his mind: "The wild geese leave their voices when they pass by, and people leave their names when they pass by. Xiao just passed by this mountain occasionally, and such a heavy snow left such a trace. Although the sky cleared after the snow, no one knew that Xiao had this trip. But what about Xiao's heart? What about Xiao's memory? What about the master in this temple?"

"Forget it, forget it. People's journeys, the shadows of the world, the chaos in the world, who understands?" Xiao Hua suddenly felt that he seemed to have aged a lot, and everything would make him sad. He hurriedly shook his head and looked up at the plaque on the small temple.

"Xiao... Ling... Wang Temple?" The plaque of the temple was obviously in Sanskrit, which Xiao Hua could recognize. But this plaque was really old, and it looked almost comparable to the spiritual herbs in Xiao Hua's space, so the handwriting had long been blurred. Xiao Hua distinguished it several times and simply gave up. He was about to walk up the steps to knock on the equally dilapidated temple door. Suddenly, Xiao Hua stopped, because the steps in front of the temple gate were unusually clean. Only a few snowflakes fell with the wind, and it was obvious that someone had just cleaned it. Xiao Hua hurriedly stepped back a few steps, shook his body, and the snowflakes around him flew up, revealing Xiao Hua's unusually dry clothes. But just when the snowflakes were about to fall, Xiao Hua seemed to have thought of something. With a wave of his hand, all the snowflakes fell on his body again, and then Xiao Hua stretched out his hand, wiped his head, and then hit his body dozens of times. After shaking off most of the accumulated snow, leaving some of the accumulated snow. Then he stepped forward respectfully and stretched out his hand to knock on the copper ring on the temple gate.

"Dangdangdang..." The sound of the door knocker was not loud, but it was very clear. It spread far away in the "shussing" sound of falling snow and the "swooshing" breeze...

But after a while, there was no sound inside the temple gate, let alone any footsteps.

"I know..." Xiao Hua pushed it tentatively.

The temple door was half-closed and opened easily. There was no screen wall in front of him, but a small open space. The first thing that caught Xiao Hua's eyes was a ball of orange! When Xiao Hua looked closely, he could see clearly that it was a monk in strange orange clothes lying on a piece of snow. On the other side of the monk was a half-cleared open space.

"Ouch~" Seeing this, Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect it. He was about to fly up to rescue him, but he saw that the motionless monk twitched all over his body, and then slowly and hard crawled up from the ground. At this time, Xiao Hua could see clearly that this was an old man over sixty years old. The complexion on his face was very dark red, and the whole face was covered with wrinkles, just like a walnut. Under a pair of snow-white eyebrows, two pairs of eyes that were slit into a slit, only revealed a kind of turbidity.

The old monk stood up, looked around first, then slowly bent down and picked up a strange orange-red hat that looked like a cockscomb from the ground, carefully knocked off the snow on it, and then carefully put it on his bald head. Xiao Hua could see clearly that although the old monk was careful, his eyesight seemed to be problematic. He cleaned the hat completely by feeling, and he didn't knock off a lot of snow on the tail of the strange hat.

After putting on the hat, the old monk bent down again with difficulty, picked up a broom from the ground, and slowly swept. Although the old monk was sweeping, he was sweeping too slowly. The snowflakes in the sky were too big. Just after sweeping, snowflakes fell again, as if the old monk had not swept at all.

Xiao Hua stood quietly at the temple gate, without making a sound or going forward, just watching silently. This old monk was completely different from Daoshan of the Qiyang Temple. One was in the Hidden Immortal Continent, and the other was in the Paradise. One was a Taoist disciple, and the other was a Buddhist disciple. But in Xiao Hua's eyes, there seemed to be no difference between the two. The broom waving by the old monk and the spoon used by Daoshan to serve porridge were so similar. They were both so firm and so persistent.

It took the old monk enough time to sweep the small clearing, and when he turned around, another layer of snowflakes fell down on the entire clearing. This open space is a small square in front of the main hall of the temple. It is not like the steps in front of the temple that are blocked by eaves. Seeing that the old monk remained silent and did not raise his head, and started cleaning again, Xiao Hua had to cough. The snowflakes are so big and the old monk moves so slowly. Xiao Hua has no doubt that unless the snow stops, the old monk will never be able to finish sweeping.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hua's ordinary coughing sound did not attract the old monk's attention, and the broom continued to clean the open space.

Xiao Hua raised his eyes and looked at the gloomy main hall. After hesitating for a moment, he released his Buddhist consciousness. After a brief glance, he knew that there was no one else in the temple except this old monk. Xiao Hua had no choice but to walk up to the old monk. In front of him, he clasped his hands and shouted, "Amitabha, how are you doing, elder?"

"Hmm..." The old monk seemed not to have heard anything, or was simply calm and calm. He snorted in his nose, ignored Xiao Hua, and scanned a few more feet in front of Xiao Hua's face. After that, as if he suddenly understood, he slowly raised his head, looking at Xiao Hua with no expression in his turbid eyes, and when his eyes fell on Xiao Hua's bare forehead, he slowly looked at Xiao Hua again. Holding Broom in his arms, he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, you are finally here!"

"I...I'm finally here? Elder, what does this mean?" Xiao Hua was a little confused, but he was not surprised, because in Xiao Hua's eyes, the old monk didn't see his face at all. What he saw Just because of his bald head, he didn't make any other guesses except that the old monk recognized the wrong person.

"The elder admitted the wrong person!" Xiao Hua said with a smile, "I..."

Everything about the old monk was slow, whether it was sweeping the floor or talking, but since the old monk spoke, the old monk ignored what Xiao Hua said and asked directly: "What is your dharma name?"

The old monk's words happened to interrupt Xiao Hua's words. Xiao Hua smiled slightly, knowing that the old monk didn't listen to what he just said, so he replied: "It's okay if I don't mention my dharma title..."

Yes, Xiao Hua has not been ordained at all, and he is not an authentic Buddhist disciple. Where did he get the dharma title?

However, at this time, the old monk seemed to be able to understand clearly again. He nodded slightly and said, "Oh, it turns out it's called Bodhi!"

"Bodhi?" Xiao Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old monk was really able to interrupt, and he actually found the Dharma title for himself in such a moment.

The old monk was even more interesting. After saying this, he picked up the broom again, as if he had forgotten Xiao Hua, and began to sweep the snow again. He swept for a while, then stopped, and slowly started sweeping again. He said: "Bodhi, Bodhi? I don't seem to have this seniority in my Buddhist sect! Oh, by the way, little novice monk, are you a lay disciple of my Buddhist sect?"

"Yes, I am a lay disciple!" Xiao Hua thought for a moment and had to reply. He has never been a Buddhist, and he has practiced Buddhist techniques. It is appropriate to say that he is a lay disciple. However, Xiao Hua very much doubted whether the old monk heard him say this. Because, after saying this, the old monk started to sweep the snow again. It seemed that if the snow didn't stop, he would keep sweeping. Apart from sweeping the snow, he would not do anything else!

Xiao Hua sighed, knowing that his purpose of inquiring about information would not be realized. He thought for a moment and bowed: "I will not disturb the elder's practice. I will take my leave..."

Just when he stood up and had not yet moved his feet, the old monk raised his head again. His cloudy eyes were looking at Xiao Hua or at the temple door behind Xiao Hua, and he said: "Poor. The monk has been waiting in this Little Linglong Temple for ninety years. Now the poor monk has reached the point where the oil has dried up. Counting... you are the one who was supposed to come in these two days. The poor monk has finally completed my little Linglong. The mission of the temple is to guide the future Buddha to the Pure Land world!”

"Boom..." For a moment, it was as if his bald head was hit by a pillar of awe-inspiring energy. When Xiao Hua heard "Little Linglong Temple", he immediately thought of his own "Baye Linglong Sutra", and when the old monk said "Future Buddha" "Lord" came out. Although the old monk's words were very slight and even slightly unclear in pronunciation, they were almost like a bolt from the blue in Xiao Hua's ears, and big beads of sweat oozed from the top of his head! His whole figure was shaking slightly. Looking at the snow-clearing monk in front of him, an indescribable strangeness arose in his heart... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () Vote for recommendations and monthly votes, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go and read).