Chapter 2124: Confession

"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 for directions, how... how did I become the future Buddha Lord? ?”

It's a pity that the old monk lowered 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 back now? Standing there quietly, looking at the old monk without blinking, the Buddha's consciousness has been completely released, covering the entire Xiaolinglong Temple. His eyes are full of disbelief, and his heart is " "Thump thump thump" jumped around, and my mind was thinking about the credibility of the old monk's words.

The snowflakes were still flying, there was no wind in the Little Linglong Temple, and the old monk's broom had just swept through 30% of the courtyard, and Xiao Hua had already made a decision. There are so many incredible things in this world. Jiu Xia's art of predicting the unknown, the Witch King's art of communicating with gods, and his own hand of cause and effect, aren't they all capable of divination? Jiu Xia could calculate that he appeared in Huan Kingdom, the Witch King could calculate that he appeared in Baimeng Mountain, and this senior of the Buddha Sect could calculate that he appeared in this small Linglong Temple ninety years ago... It's nothing, Xiao Hua You can choose to believe it.

However, Xiao Hua is still a little puzzled. Why can this old monk recognize him at a glance? Could it be that he knew he was coming today? Or maybe the predecessors of the Buddhist sect left images? If he could have known ninety years ago that he was here today and could still leave his current image, then could that senior know about the treasure he left behind in the West Sea? Or, if you had just become a baby in the void, you would have thought a little bit. After changing his appearance, can the old monk still recognize him?

Look at the old monk concentrating on clearing the snow. Xiao Hua waved his hand, and the sea-covering seal flew out of the space and rushed into the air. The bronze brilliance covered the small Linglong Temple tightly, and no more snowflakes would fall. Naturally, the old monk would not look up. He swept the snow in the yard with a broom, and suddenly raised his head again: Regardless of whether Xiao Hua was next to him, he opened his mouth and said again: "Bodhi. You should not be surprised. When the master accepted the poor monk, he already said that the mission of our Little Linglong Temple is to wait for the coming of the future Lord Buddha. If a disciple cannot find a disciple in his life, then he will definitely be able to wait for him in this life. The arrival of the future Lord Buddha!"

After saying this, the old monk swept the snow again until all the snow was piled in the corner of the yard. Then he walked tremblingly to the door of the hall, carefully placed the broom next to the thick pillar, bent down with difficulty, randomly selected one of the rows of large tanks, and removed the wooden lid on the tank. . He took out a small wooden spoon from inside, scooped up the water in the water tank, took two sips, wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a strange monk's robe, and said again: "Poor monk In this life, I have tried my best not to receive a single disciple. Therefore, the poor monk knew that the glory of welcoming the future Lord Buddha would definitely fall on him! However, the poor monk still did not expect that the Lord Buddha would come so late! This makes the poor monk no longer able to do anything for the Lord Buddha!”

"Elder..." Xiao Hua walked up to the old monk and asked with a smile, "What is the name of the elder? Why did the elder suddenly think that I am the future Buddha Lord? Is it possible that no one has ever come up to this small Linglong Temple? "

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

He replied, "It's not that no one comes to my Little Linglong Temple. There are usually monks who stay there, and there are also devout donors. But if someone is like the Buddha who doesn't speak the language of my Pure Land world when he opens his mouth...but there are none." ! As a disciple of my Little Linglong Temple, being able to communicate with the Lord Buddha is the first priority. The poor monk often talks to himself when he is fine, so as not to forget such words! And..."

As he spoke, the old monk opened his mouth again, and actually said in the language of Xiaoyu Dalu: "Is it possible that...the Lord Buddha still wants the poor monk to say...these weird words? This...the poor monk...but he can't say much Yes!”

Of course, the old monk's words were very jerky and even a little inaccurate, but Xiao Hua could hear them clearly. These were the words he had not heard in Xiaoyu Continent for a long time.

"Silk!!! This... how is this possible?" Xiao Hua took a breath, and all the previous doubts were gone. He had forgotten that the writing and language of the Paradise World and the Hidden Immortal Continent were different. After entering the temple, I told the old monk something about Confucianism in the Hidden Immortal Continent, and the old monk responded accordingly. Now that I think about it, the old monk really seemed to be talking to himself just now! Now the old monk actually said something about Xiaoyu Continent, how could Xiao Hua not be surprised?

What happened next was even more beyond Xiao Hua's expectation. The old monk did not take him to the main hall of the temple, nor did he say anything more to him. Instead, he walked to the first sight hut on the left side of the temple. Not long after, a burst of smoke floated out of the window of the hut, and then a faint fragrance floated from inside.

Xiao Hua did not follow, and now he was surprised again. He walked to the door of the hut and looked inside. This hut looked like a kitchen, with some neatly arranged firewood and a small stove. On the stove was a small iron pot, and something was cooking inside. The thing looked very sticky and rolled with the fire. When the fire under the stove gradually died down, the old monk took out a pot and two rough bowls from the wooden cabinet next to the stove, picked up the small iron pot with his dry hands that only had bones left, poured the sticky liquid into the pot, and then took out a few bottles and jars from the wooden cabinet, took out some ordinary-looking ingredients from them and put them into the pot.

The old monk picked up the pot, shook it a few times, and poured out some slightly yellow liquid. After filling the two bowls, the old monk carefully picked up a bowl and handed it to Xiao Hua, saying: "This is the butter tea unique to my Great Snow Mountain. Try it! This thing is what I loved ten years ago. In recent years, in order to maintain my health... I haven't used it for a long time. Since you are here today, I will also come to satisfy my craving!"

Xiao Hua smelled the aroma of butter tea, which was full of meat and fish. He was quite unhappy, but after hearing the words of the old monk, his heart was a little sour. He respectfully took the bowl and said: "I thank the elder for his perseverance for more than ninety years!"

After that, Xiao Hua raised the bowl and drank the butter tea into his stomach mouthful by mouthful. A warm feeling came from his stomach and even from the bottom of his heart.

The old monk naturally did not have Xiao Hua's good appetite. He just drank half of it and could not drink it anymore. He sighed, put the big bowl on the stove, looked at it with some regret, and smiled bitterly: "After not drinking for years, I am afraid I can't drink anymore!"

Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows and smiled: "If you didn't meet me, it would be fine. Since you let me come to Xiao Linglong Temple..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly shut up. He didn't dare to say more. It seemed that before this, as long as he had the idea in his heart, those who might take the rejuvenation pill would not have a good result. And the old monk in front of him was already at the stage of dying, and Xiao Hua could not guarantee that his rejuvenation pill would definitely work on him.

The old monk didn't listen to what Xiao Hua said, let alone look at Xiao Hua, and then continued: "The Buddha has many people to thank, and I am just one of them. Xiao Linglong Temple was built 9,999 years ago, and if there are nine more days, it will be 10,000 years. I don't even know how many generations Xiao Linglong Temple has been passed down! Only the Bodhi tree outside Xiao Linglong Temple was planted when Xiao Linglong Temple was built. It has witnessed the wind and frost of Xiao Linglong Temple for ten thousand years."

"Ah?" Xiao Hua was startled again, looking around the darkened hut, he really couldn't imagine that this ordinary temple, which had no Buddha formation at all, and no Buddha's light blessing, actually had such a long history.

"Buddha, please follow me..." Without even raising his eyelids, the old monk walked slowly out of the hut and walked to the left side of the main hall. He pushed the door of the hall and it opened with a bang. There were dozens of cabinets inside, which were filled with scriptures. Behind these cabinets, there was a tall Buddhist shrine, which contained many Buddhist scriptures.

The old monk pointed and said, "This is the Sutra Pavilion of my Xiaolinglong Temple. The Buddha will read the scriptures word by word in the future. Although supernatural powers are important in my Buddhist sect, Buddhism is the most important."

"This..." Xiao Hua smiled bitterly and opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He really came to ask for directions and wanted to know where he was going. He really didn't come to be the future Buddha, and he didn't want to read any Buddhist scriptures in this Xiaolinglong Temple.

Without waiting for Xiao Hua to say more, the old monk stretched out his hand to close the door of the hall, and took Xiao Hua to the right side of the hall. He pushed the door open again, and saw a thick pagoda on the hall. There was no Buddha light on the pagoda, and it even looked a little rough and simple, and it looked very strange. The layers of railings and steps were built outside the pagoda.

"This is the pagoda of my Xiaolinglong Temple. Since the construction of Xiaolinglong Temple, all the disciples' relics are here! After I pass away, there must be a relic left. The Buddha can put my relic on it, and this pagoda will be complete. We recite scriptures and pray for the Buddha to come every day. These relics are full of our thoughts. When the Buddha attains enlightenment... they will be of great use!" The old monk's calm tone was like a stream of water. He pointed at the pagoda and said very naturally, as if these relics were the butter tea that Xiao Hua had just used, rather than the true fruit that the Buddhist disciples had condensed for decades.

Ps: Thanks to "Xuanqing Daoyou" for writing "Cultivating Gods: Filling the Holes" and "Cultivating Gods: Xiang Zhili's Experience Chapter". I opened a new "Cultivating Gods: Filling the Holes" in front of this book and put these two nearly 300,000 words there. Xuanqing Daoyou wrote very well. Tanhua originally wanted to put it here for everyone to read, but it costs money, so I put it in the front. I hope you will go and read it for free.

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