Chapter 352

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The rapid ringing of the bell echoed throughout the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

Pilgrims and tourists in the temples all hurriedly ran out of the temples on the mountain and Shanyueyao, and went down the mountain in a hurry and confusion.

The monks in the temple and the elders of various monasteries all came out in a hurry.

Even the monks who were in seclusion immediately came out of seclusion and prepared to face the enemy.

But soon, those murderous monks returned with blank faces, not knowing what happened.

The ten elders of Jinchan Temple all appeared in the Zen room in the reception room, and they were all asking what happened.

Several elders were senior to Abbot Ning Yuan. Seeing that no foreign enemies were invading, but the bell was still ringing, they couldn't help but question Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan took out half of the sutra and asked the ten elders to circulate it. Fang said: "Only by using this method, can Master Wukong come out. Only when Master Wukong comes out can this sutra be complete. This is My luck in Jinchan Temple is also my luck in Buddhism.”

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and he survived all the hardships..."

A skinny old monk took the rice paper, lowered his head and read a few words. Suddenly he was shocked and said in shock: "Is this the Buddhist treasure "Prajna Heart Sutra" that has been lost in ancient times?"

Another old monk who had just finished reading, clasped his hands and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Amitabha, there is only this sentence that has been passed down from the beginning. I thought I would never see you again in this life, but I didn't expect to see you today. Fortunately, fortunately! Ning Yuan, this article The scriptures, the young scholar, and what happened today must not be spread to anyone else.”

Ning Yuan lowered his head and said, "Disciple, please bear this in mind."

Several old monks circulated it to each other and couldn't put it down. They read it again and again, as if they couldn't get enough.

"What about the young man? Let him write the next chapter quickly?"

An old monk with big ears couldn't wait and scratched his head anxiously.

Ning Yuan lowered his head and said, "Master, don't worry, Huiming has already gone to invite that young master. However, we may not be able to fulfill the conditions given by that young master."

The big-eared old monk immediately said: "I'll go to the back mountain and call out Master Wukong with the roar of a lion!"

Another old monk immediately said: "No, wait a little longer."

Temple front yard.

Huiming was returning with Luo Qingzhou and his party.

The courtyard was full of monks. Some had their hands clasped together and looked kind-hearted, while others were holding sticks and looking menacing. They were all talking in low voices, not knowing what was going on.

At this time, he saw that Huiming had brought back another wave of pilgrims. A middle-aged monk with a fierce appearance carrying a stick immediately stopped him and said harshly: "Junior brother Huiming, why are you still bringing pilgrims here? The bell is ringing so fast. Didn't you hear that?

Seeing that he was blocking the way, Huiming quickly pushed him and said, "Senior Brother Huiwu, get out of the way quickly. Don't scare the distinguished guests. This is the abbot's order."

As soon as these words came out, the monks around him were all shocked.

The monk named Hui Wu's expression changed and he hurriedly stepped out of the way: "Has the abbot left seclusion?"

Huiming didn't have time to pay attention to him, so she quickly turned around and apologized: "Don't blame me, Master Luo. Please come quickly. The abbot and ten elders are waiting in the guest room."

As soon as these words came out, the monks were even more surprised, and their eyes looked at this group of people curiously and doubtfully.

The abbot came out, and even the ten great elders came out?

Upon hearing this, Huiwu quickly took a few steps back and immediately put the stick on his shoulder upright on the ground.

Huiming led a group of people into the courtyard gate.

Passing through the corridors of several Buddhist temples, we walked towards the backyard.

Just after turning into a round door, a young sweeping monk suddenly asked: "Master Luo, Master often says that there are three realms in life. Master, do you know which three realms they are?"

Huiming immediately shouted: "Back off!"

The young monk, still holding the broom, stood there, his eyes deep and vicissitudes of life.

Huiming suddenly realized that he was clearly moving forward, but the scenery in front of him and the scenery around him were motionless.

He seemed to be standing still.

Luo Qingzhou and everyone in the Qin family who followed behind felt the same way.

At this moment, the chirping of the cicadas suddenly stopped, and the sunlight suddenly disappeared.

The wind is silent and the flowers no longer shake.

Luo Qingzhou's eyes narrowed and he immediately replied: "If you look at mountains, they are mountains, if you look at water, they are still water; if you look at mountains, they are not mountains, if you look at water, they are not water; if you look at mountains, they are still mountains, and if you look at water, they are still water."

The young monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, how does that young master view fame and fortune, power and sex in this world?"

Luo Qingzhou replied: "The mind has no origin, cause, or environment. Everything is Dharma, like the bubbles in a dream. Like dew, like lightning..."

Huiming looked at him breathlessly.

At this time, in the Zen room in the reception room, Abbot Ning Yuan and ten elders were standing there with their palms clasped together and their heads lowered.

The entire Zen room was silent.

On a futon on the ground, a boy who was only one meter tall was sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, and the Buddha's light shining around him.

From his body, the conversation outside was coming.

When Luo Qingzhou recited the words "The heart has no origin, causes, conditions, and everything is Dharma, just like the bubbles in a dream. Like dew or lightning," the Buddha's light shone brighter on the boy's body.

Ning Yuan and the ten elders all held their breath, with these words echoing in their minds, with different expressions.

The young monk asked again: "Young master, since you have this enlightenment, what are you still attached to?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I am not a saint, I have my own persistence."

The young monk asked again: "What is a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "A saint must understand the righteous principles of heaven and earth, and he must be able to spread his grace widely to educate the public."

The young monk asked, "Can I, the Buddha, be a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Buddha is Buddha, and people are people."

The young monk asked, "What is a Buddha?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "He is also the awakened one. Since he can realize himself, he can also awaken others. The awakening and practice are perfect, so he is called Buddha."

"What is the Awakened One?"

"All wise men who truly and fully realize the truth of the universe and life, that is, understand the principles of all dharma."

"Then what is a human being?"

"Life has no end, thinking has no end."

The young monk paused and then asked, "Does the young master wish to become a Buddha immediately, or does he wish to practice and become a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "You are stupid and can't give up on the seven emotions and six desires of a mortal. You would rather be a mortal."

The young monk suddenly smiled: "How good! How good!"

Then he stopped where he was.

After a moment, he looked confused.

Huiming woke up with a start and said quickly: "Master Luo, please!"

At this time, the surrounding scenery has returned to its original state.

The cicadas chirped and the wind blew past.

The sun is shining and the flowers are fragrant.

Luo Qingzhou seemed to have walked away in a dream and followed Huiming to the guest room.

Huiming said respectfully at the door: "Abbott, elders, Mr. Luo is here."

An old voice came from inside: "Come in."

Huiming quickly opened the door.

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin and walked in with Miss Qin and Bai Ling.

Song Ruyue originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Qin Wenzheng standing by with a glare.

She just listened to the conversation for a long time and didn't understand a word. However, the boy seemed to be very powerful, and he even answered fluently with the monk. It was quite enjoyable to listen to, and she wanted to listen to it again.

"Squeak..."

The door closed gently.

The room was dark, with only a few futons on the floor.

Against the wall, there sat a boy in green clothes. The abbot and everyone else were gone.

When Luo Qingzhou was wondering, an old and distant voice suddenly came from the boy's mouth: "If Mr. Luo can give up the world of mortals and enter my Buddhist door, he will surely ascend to become a Buddha, become immortal and save all living beings."

Bai Ling immediately stood up and said angrily: "If you want my uncle to become a monk, you have to get through me first! If you have the ability, convince me to become a nun first!"

The boy opened his eyes, looked at her, and said warmly: "If you are willing to become a Buddha, the flowers in the world will flourish even more."

Bai Ling looked confused and said, "Uncle, what did he mean?"

Luo Qingzhou whispered: "He said that you often waste flowers. As long as you become a nun, no one will waste flowers anymore, and the flowers in the world will bloom more and more lushly. In short, he said You are the flower picker."

Bailington was so angry that his nose broke.

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, walked over, looked at the boy and said, "Senior, is Master Wukong? If I can save my fiancée, I am willing to write down the Heart Sutra, and at the same time fast and recite Buddha's name for three years."

Miss Qin Er in his arms turned to look at him.

The boy's voice was full of vicissitudes of life: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Mr. Luo. I'm not a Buddha, so how can I bring people back to life? Your lady's oil has run out, your body and soul are withered, and the poor monk is powerless."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, all the hopes he held in his heart suddenly sank and turned into nothing.

The boy added: "Although the poor monk is powerless, there is a way that may be able to save him. However, if he wants to do it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Master, please speak!"

The boy said: "The body and soul need to be saved separately. A strong martial arts practitioner and a strong soul cultivator are needed to re-open the acupoints of her body and soul, inject vitality and slowly nourish them. This process requires Step by step, step by step, because her body and soul are too weak, it can only be nourished and awakened slowly, and it can be cured in as little as two years or as long as more than ten years."

Luo Qingzhou's heart sank and he said, "But her current body is probably..."

The boy stretched out his palm, and something shining like a golden seed flew out of his palm and flew in front of him, saying: "This is my most precious Buddhist relic, put it into a sachet and hang it on the bedside, or Take it with you. The poor monk also has a medicine list here. I wonder if some of the medicines on it are still available. If Mr. Luo can find it, let her take it three times a month. With the nourishment of this Buddha's light relic, maybe she can. A few more years."

As he spoke, a medicine list flew out of his palm.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took over and thanked him.

The boy added: "There are medicinal materials written on the front, and methods of casting spells and cures on the back. Mr. Luo, what the poor monk said is difficult. It's not that the medicinal materials and treatment methods are difficult, but that we need to find a strong martial artist and a strong soul cultivator. It’s very difficult. Those who are strong in martial arts need to be at least close to the realm of the Martial God, while those who are strong in soul cultivation must be in the realm of Yangshen to be effective.”

"God of War? God of Yang?"

Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Master, is there such a master in this world?"

The boy was silent for a moment and said: "Of course there are, but... it's hard to find, and it's even harder for them to help. This kind of life-changing treatment method will make their thunder tribulation and bottleneck more difficult. For that level For a master, the first-line difficulty may be fatal.”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the Buddha's Light Relic and the medicine list in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The boy closed his eyes and said with a vibrating voice: "Master Luo, there is no need to leave the remaining half of the Heart Sutra. After all, the poor monk didn't help much."

Luo Qingzhou's heart was heavy, and when he saw that he had closed his eyes and was speechless, he lowered his head to thank her again, supported Miss Qin, and walked towards the door.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes again and said, "Mr. Luo, you actually have hope."

Luo Qingzhou turned around and looked at him.

The boy didn't say anything else and closed his eyes again.

Miss Qin looked at him.

In the courtyard outside the house, Master Ningyuan and Master Moming were quietly waiting for him.

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