Chapter 2216 The Strange Jinshan Temple

"Junior Brother Tipu, you...who do you think has achieved the fruit of Bodhisattva?" Liao Ming was extremely surprised and looked at Xiao Hua with incredulous eyes.

Xiao Hua naturally knew that within this Buddha's light was the Buddhist edict of Leiyin Temple, which was the news about Cihui's achievement of the Buddhahood of Namo Dazhi Manjushri Bodhisattva, so he no longer concealed it and said with a smile: "Of course it is the news about Master Cihui? If it's senior brother If you don’t believe it, just go back to Jietai Temple and you will know!”

"Okay, okay, that poor monk says goodbye!" Upon hearing this, Li Ming felt a little anxious on his face, clasped his hands together, and without waiting for Xiao Hua to return the gift, urged Xiang Yun to rush to the temple.

After all, the addition of a new Bodhisattva to the Pure Land world is a major event for tens of thousands of years. Not to mention that the entire Pure Land time will be celebrated with joy, and certain ceremonies will be organized in each temple to celebrate.

Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect, but still turned around and clasped his hands to send Ming off respectfully, thanking Ming for leading the way. When Deming Ming's voice disappeared, Xiao Hua raised his eyes and looked at the grand scene of the entire Pure Land world, feeling secretly sighing in his heart. Although he didn't know how Ci Hui achieved fruition, Xiao Hua could guess a thing or two from Gu Zhen's words, and it must have something to do with the ancient Buddha Cai Li.

"Our Taoist sect has the secret technique Ningzhibao, and the Buddhist sect also has the Ancient Buddha Colorful Power. The Ningzhibao has limited effect and is useful for monks under the Nascent Soul. This Ancient Buddha Colorful Power is amazing and can directly make people The result." Xiao Hua stood in mid-air and thought to himself, "Moreover, little monk Cihui... No, it should be that Namo Dazhi Manjushri is only in the realm of Minglong, and his strength is somewhat similar to that of Taoist Golden Pill. Can low-level cultivation actually achieve fruition? Either the Buddha's fruition has nothing to do with one's strength, as others have said before; or the Buddha's strength will greatly improve after attaining the Buddha's fruition, making up for the shortcomings of cultivation! The cultivation of the Buddhist sect is really mysterious. Karma, reincarnation, belief, etc. are all mysterious and mysterious things, but they can actually be used in cultivation. It seems... the Buddhist sect is not simple! Xiao received the inheritance from Xiaolinglong Temple. You should study it carefully and master the secrets inside.”

Think of this. Xiao Hua turned around and was about to go, but at this moment Xiao Hua was suddenly startled again: "Oh, no, there is one more thing! I, a Dao Sect monk, have been practicing all my life to become an immortal. If you practice to the extreme, you will naturally ascend in one day. But what is the purpose of Buddhist disciples' cultivation? Isn't it that they want to achieve Buddhahood? Why doesn't Ci Hui ascend? The Buddha Lord and Bodhisattva of the Buddha Sect... don't need to ascend? How can Cihui's strength ascend?"

The more he thought about it, the more confused Xiao Hua became. There was actually some sweat on his forehead, and he vaguely felt in his heart that this was probably another big secret of the Buddha Sect, just like after breaking the seal of Wang Jianfei's mysterious cloud a few days ago. The heaven and earth are like strange phenomena. It is far beyond what I can know now about my own strength!

"That's all..." Xiao Hua looked at the night again and sighed. He moved his eyes away from the long-lasting Buddha's light in the sky and looked at the Jinshan Temple flying with bats. He said secretly, "Xiao has a lot of burdens. Hurry up today." Let’s finish the matter of Jiang Liuer’s death!”

Because I have a request from Jinshan Temple.

Xiao Hua did not dare to rush too much, and did not release the Buddha consciousness. He flew above the Chenjiang River, took a brief look, and landed on the riverside. Then he bowed out of the river, washed his hands and face, and looked around. Look at the steps from the riverside to the gate of Jinshan Temple, put your hands together, and walk step by step from the foot of the mountain to the gate of Jinshan Temple.

When viewed from mid-air, the Jinshan Temple is not very high, but when it comes to walking, Xiao Hua still walks for nearly a meal. Seeing the gate of Jinshan Temple right in front of him, Xiao Hua frowned a little. Because he walked here from the river. There was no Buddhist consciousness sweeping over them, and although it was already dark at this time, it was not yet night. The gate of Jinshan Temple was actually closed. What’s special is that the Buddhist bell of Jinshan Temple still rang sixty-four times just now. Everyone in Jietai Temple knew that there would be a ceremony and celebration in their temple. Although Jinshan Temple is smaller than Jietai Temple, the abbot of Jinshan Temple is Ji Tai. Zen Master Mie, he is many generations older than the Zen Master of Jietai Temple. How could Jinshan Temple not celebrate? No ceremony?

While Xiao Hua frowned and thought, he had already reached the door of Jinshan Temple. The door of Jinshan Temple was not bright and could not be compared with Jietai Temple, but it was definitely not shabby, and the incense seemed to be good. Look at the copper door knocker that is motionless in the wind, Xiao Hua raises his hand to take a photo...

At this moment, Xiao Hua suddenly smelled a pungent aroma of wine. There was also a very attractive and mellow aroma in the wine aroma. Xiao Hua was definitely familiar with this aroma, but he had not smelled it for a long time. It was The usual meaty aroma in this world.

Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, and his hand immediately froze in the air, "Creak..." The door of Jinshan Temple opened, revealing a small crack. A tall, fat, rough monk, holding a lotus leaf bag in his hand, and another Holding a wine jar under his arm, he opened the door and looked back to see that he was tiptoeing out of the temple.

Xiao Hua saw this and was about to speak when the fat monk turned around and saw Xiao Hua's hand. He shouted "Ah!!" and seemed to be frightened. The lotus leaf bag in his hand was still there. A wine jar immediately fell down...

Seeing that the wine jar was about to break, and the meat in the lotus leaf bag fell into the dust, Xiao Hua helplessly moved his hands, and both of them landed smoothly on the ground.

"Little monk...you're going to scare me to death! Don't you want to live anymore?" The fat, meat-and-wine monk came to his senses at this time, and immediately became furious. He raised his fist the size of a bowl and hit Xiao Hua on the nose. !

"Amitabha..." Xiao Hua stretched out a finger and touched the meat-wine monk's fist like a flash of lightning. The meat-wine monk was immediately like a lightning strike, and the fat on his body was trembling rapidly. The fair-weather monk's eyes showed horror, and he hurriedly knelt down on the ground and shouted: "Grandpa, have mercy on me, Grandpa have mercy on me..."

"Get up..." Xiao Hua shouted coldly, "The young monk is Tipu, and he is here today to pay homage to the Great Zen Master Nirvana!"

"Hello, junior brother, hello, uncle!" The meat-and-potatoes monk hurriedly got up from the ground, hurriedly clasped his hands together, and shouted, "Young monk, I have met my uncle clearly!"

"Yeah" Xiao Hua nodded, "Why don't you go and inform the young monk."

"This..." Ming Shen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when Xiao Hua lowered his head slightly and looked at the wine jar and lotus leaf bag on the ground, he dared to talk back and whispered, "Uncle, just a moment Wait, little monk will inform you right away!”

As he spoke, he showed a charming smile on his face, lowered his head to wrap up the wine jar and lotus leaves, and quickly crossed Xiao Hua's side and rushed into the woods next to the temple. Not long after, he hurried back and rushed into Jinshan Temple. When he ran past Xiao Hua, he still whispered: "Uncle, please wait a moment, the young monk will be back soon."

Sure enough, not long after Mingshen entered the temple, an elderly monk came over with a lantern in his hand. This old monk's eyes were cloudy, and he was obviously not the kind of monk who practiced Buddhism intensively. The old monk walked to the temple door, opened it, looked at Xiao Hua standing respectfully at the door and asked: "Little monk, your name is Tipu?"

"Yes, the young monk's name is Tipu, and he is here to pay a visit to the great Zen Master Nirvana." Xiao Hua clasped his hands together and did not dare to neglect.

"Amitabha, Lao Monk Yongzhong." The old monk startled Xiao Hua as soon as he opened his mouth. The word "Yong" was so senior that he didn't even know how to call it.

"Haha, just call me uncle!" Old monk Yongzhong seemed to like this surprise, and said with a smile, "Are you here to place orders at Jinshan Temple?"

"Ah?" Xiao Hua smiled bitterly again. Although this Yongzhong was not as old as the old monk from Xiaolinglong Temple, his ears were the same. He had to say again, "Uncle, good teacher, knows that the young monk is here to pay a visit to the great Zen master."

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet. Come, little monk, come here with me. Mingshen and the others have just eaten, and there are some left in the vegetarian diet. Just make do with it!" Old monk Yongzhong smiled and stretched out his hand. , he had to hold Xiao Hua's wrist. Xiao Hua was stunned. As for any monk, let alone someone he didn't know. Even if he was very familiar with it, he wouldn't be able to hand over his skills to others, right? Who knows if other people have other thoughts, as long as they get close, their own lives may be in great danger.

However, Xiao Hua remained calm, stretched out his hand to hold the old monk's arm and said with a smile: "Uncle Master is old, so it's better for the disciples to support Uncle Master!"

"Okay, okay!" Old Monk Yongzhong smiled, turned around with the lantern and walked into the temple with Xiao Hua's support. He also said, "There are fewer sensible young monks like you now, old monk." I have been busy in the temple all day long, and no one from Mingshen or the others has come to support me... Alas, one generation after another is really worse than the last!"

Xiao Hua smiled and said nothing, looking around and taking a general look at the front yard of Jinshan Temple. The front yard of Jinshan Temple is nothing special. It is similar to Jietai Temple and even Xiaojin Temple. It is just a large open space. Opposite the temple gate is the main hall, and there are side halls on both sides of the main hall. At this time, in addition to the main hall There were faint lights, and the side hall was completely dark. What makes Xiao Hua funny is that when he looked towards the side hall, the meat-and-potatoes monk named Mingshen crouched and sneaked past the front of the side hall, escaping to the temple door that had not yet been closed.

After walking through the main hall, there was a sound of chanting sutras. Xiao Hua glanced around and saw a golden statue of Buddha with a red cloth beside him on the main hall. Under the statue, on top of the confession form There were exactly two big red candles, one of which was only half-burned and had gone out, while the other was about to burn out and its flame was already dim. Before the confession, there were more than a dozen monks of various ages sitting in the cross-legged posture. These monks sat in a crooked cross-legged posture, and everyone looked listless. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please read it.)