Chapter 152 Refuge...

[Wait, some friends have misunderstood...the lotus flower is not Jiang Lin's...it's definitely not...Jiang Lin didn't have that idea about the lotus flower from the beginning to the end...

Lianhua and Wu Ke are official spouses, that's for sure... Otherwise, the foreshadowing about Lianhua and Wu Ke would be in vain...

The above are not included in the text, and no money is charged]

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Wanfo Continent, also known as Bodhi Continent, is a place where Buddhism is prevalent. Hundreds of countries believe in Buddhism and all people believe in Buddhism. Although there are Confucian scholars and Mohist knights, they are not in the majority.

It may be because of the belief in Buddhism, or it may be the reason why the monks and soldiers in Wanfo State maintain law and order. The law and order in Wanfo State is very good. You can see big shiny bald heads everywhere you walk on the road.

It is dazzling during the day and illuminated at night. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it seems that you don't need to use a lantern to walk on the street.

There are many temples of the Wanfo sect, and the temples are also large and small, but there is no such thing as which temple is the leader.

Each has its own Dharma, and each has its own pilgrims. If there is nothing to do, then there will be a Buddhist debate competition. Every monk is very Buddhist.

And tonight, in the Lingxu Temple located in the east of Wanfozhou, amidst the sound of chanting sutras in the evening class, a man who looked like a monk, but not quite like a monk, knocked on the gate of the temple.

"Benefactor, it's getting late, please come back tomorrow to pay homage"

A young novice monk with red lips and white teeth, wearing a plain monk's uniform, slowly opened the gate of the temple and bowed to the bald man.

The little novice looked at the other person who also had a big bald head, and felt a little bit of intimacy.

[Is the other party also a monk? But there is no ring scar on the top of his head. 】

Looking at the man, the little novice touched his smooth head, feeling that the man was very strange

The man smiled kindly, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Little master, I would like to meet Master Zhizhi of your monastery, can you agree with me?"

Looking at the bald man, the little novice frowned, and his head became brighter and brighter, "But the old master is doing evening classes, so he may not see you, the benefactor."

"It doesn't matter, just let me know from the little master, if you don't see me, it's fine."

"Emmm, well, please ask the name of the benefactor."

The man was slightly taken aback, thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Just say that Brother Wu Shi is visiting."

"Brother Wu?" the little novice said, "Okay, I will remember."

"Please, little master."

"Please wait a moment, the benefactor."

Without closing the temple gate, the eleven or twelve-year-old little novice turned and ran into the Buddhist temple, gradually disappearing into the night.

Looking back from the door, Wu Ke took two steps back and looked at the huge temple gate.

Under the moonlight, the tall temple gates and courtyard walls look extremely solemn, and the faint sound of chanting from the temple is like spring water washing your heart.

Gently closing his eyes, listening to the familiar chanting sound, Wu Ke subconsciously clasped his hands together, his lips and teeth moved slightly, as if he wanted to chant a Buddhist name, but he closed it slowly and shook his head

In less than a quarter of an hour, the little novice came running over.

"Little master."

"donor."

The two clasped their hands together and saluted each other.

The little novice raised his head, with a slightly guilty expression on his face: "Benefactor, I'm very sorry, Master let you let you go"

Seeing the embarrassment of the little novice, Wu Ke smiled slightly: "Little master, monks don't tell lies."

"Well, that's fine." The little novice blushed slightly, "Master told you to let you go."

"That's right."

Wu Ke clasped his hands together and bowed to the little novice monk, and then bowed to the temple.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

"Benefactor, Master said that you don't have to come again."

The little novice said quickly, frowning slightly, as if he was trying hard to think about what his master said just now.

"Master, the old man said, the same reason is still the same when you come again, the benefactor. Instead of doing this, it's better to think about this issue carefully."

The little novice thought hard again:

"Master wants you to think about... what is... what is... what is the Three Refuges..."

"Well, this is it, I should remember correctly."

As if affirming his own memory, the little novice nodded encouragingly with a smile.

"Thank you little master for telling me."

"The benefactor is very polite."

The two saluted again, and the temple gate was slowly closed. Wu Ke also scratched the back of his head: "Why is this problem still there?"

He took out his trouser pocket and found that he had no money and had to take a cross-continental ferry back.

Looking at the gate, raising his head to look at the moonlight, Wu Ke thought for a while, then leaned on a tree and looked towards the temple while leaning on the branch.

Evening classes are over, and the lights are gradually going out.

Thinking of the words conveyed by the little novice, Wu Ke slowly closed his eyes, and said to himself with a smile: "Really, is the master master talking so philosophically now? It's clearly the last words of the old master, and he pretends to be deep."

The moonlight shines, through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and falls on the bright head of the man on the tree.

The man snored slightly, as if he was asleep

I don't know what kind of dream he had, the corner of the man's mouth raised slightly.

But gradually... the eyebrows that were actually somewhat beautiful were faintly frowned again

"Hello, Monk, what's your name?"

"Ming Ten? What the hell, but it sounds nice."

"Eh? Don't go, you picked me up from the river, I haven't thanked you yet, why are you blushing so much?"

"Hey, monk, am I pretty?"

"What's the matter with Amitabha, let me ask you, am I pretty?"

"Your thing? I just stole it. It's in my arms. You have the ability to get it."

"Why, didn't the monks say that sex is emptiness? If you don't come and get it, do you have a ghost in your heart?"

"What are you going to cross?"

"All living beings?"

"If so what do you like?"

"Is it also all living beings?"

"Do you like me?"

"Why? I am also a human being, why don't you like me!"

"There are three refuges in Buddhism. Let me ask you, monk, which three refuges?"

"Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha"

"Wrong, wrong."

"wrong?"

"Yes, come on, there is one more, read it to me."

"Take refuge in Buddha."

"Take refuge in Buddha."

"Convert to the law."

"Convert to the law."

"Take refuge in the monk."

"Take refuge in the monk."

"convert"

"Eh? Monk, don't run away, come and read with me, take refuge"

The girl caught up with him, jumped onto his back, and hugged his red neck tightly with her lotus arms, shouting loudly:

"Monks take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, take refuge in the Sangha, take refuge"

The girl's voice spread across the boundless lotus pond in front of her. The little golden fish poked its head out, and shyly slipped down.

Sun Moon Sect, before Jiang Lin brought lotus flowers to Wu Ke's residence, there were endless lotus flowers on both sides of the field path

"Lotus girl?"

Jiang Lin, who was walking in front, turned his head, and Lianhua, who was behind, stood still, tears dripped down his dull bright eyes, his lips parted slightly, as if he was talking to himself.

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"Refuge to Buddha"

"Take refuge in Buddha..."

"Convert to the law"

"Refuge to the law..."

"Refuge Monk"

"A refuge monk..."

"Take refuge...Miss Si"

Wu Ke's story draws on the Four Refugees, with some changes... The lines are based on the song "Foxiu. Refuge"