Chapter 535

It seems that there are dozens of collections to 50000. I'm ready to cheer!

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"What do you do!" A little officer in gorgeous clothes came out and scolded in a language Wei Xiaobei had never heard of.

Of course, Wei Xiaobei has never heard of this language, but he can understand it inexplicably.

"We are wandering monks who come to beg for food."

Shakyamuni came forward and said truthfully.

"Bhikkhu? Begging?"

The little officer glanced at the monks in contempt, but fortunately let the soldiers go. Maybe in his eyes, these clothes are not bunkers. The so-called bhikkhu is no threat.

After entering the city, the monks immediately dispersed, held wooden bowls, chose a road and began to beg along the way.

Even the Sakyamuni, that is, the mani venerable, is the same.

As for Wei Xiaobei, his body can't escape now.

But then again, in Wei Xiaobei's heart, the Sakyamuni is indeed a little different. Apart from others, just begging, um, is actually a fate in the future.

In this age of Sakyamuni, it is undoubtedly despised by others, but as the master of thousands of monks and disciples, the venerable mani can undoubtedly assign people to sit and wait for food in the so-called lonely garden. There is no need to come in person and be looked down upon by others.

Well, when Wei Xiaobei's body knocked on the door of those residents to beg for food, the white eyes he suffered made Wei Xiaobei a little unbearable.

This is not simply a matter of firm will, but a kind of maladjustment.

However, to Wei Xiaobei's surprise, the wooden bowl in his hand is only the size of a palm. The food given by each household can probably fill half of the wooden bowl, but after begging more than ten households, he is still dissatisfied with the wooden bowl.

Is this a treasure of space?

Think about it. Every monk has such a wooden bowl and thousands of space treasures, which really makes Wei Xiaobei dizzy.

When about thirteen families were begging for food, Wei Xiaobei saw a monk in front of him who was being scolded by the head of the household.

If Wei Xiaobei had been scolded so much, he would have taught each other a lesson.

Even Wei Xiaobei saw the golden light on the monk's hand, but the next moment the golden light faded and let the head of the household spit until the head of the household scolded dry and closed the door.

Wei Xiaobei's body then went up and saluted the monk: "I've seen you, elder martial brother

"It's brother sheriff."

"I wonder how much elder martial brother has begged?" Wei Xiaobei asked again.

"There are ten." The excellent woman replied.

"I've begged thirteen families. It should be enough. We went to find master and returned."

When Wei Xiaobei said so, the excellent woman nodded and said yes.

The two monks walked side by side, and Wei Xiaobei looked through the difficult memory at this time.

When the two monks asked each other, Wei Xiaobei suddenly remembered that the two names of Sharif and Youpo were different. He seemed to have some impression.

But in this dreamland, all the skills and abilities of Wei Xiaobei are blocked. Even if you want to look through your past memory, you can only be like ordinary people.

Fortunately, although the ability is shielded, the attribute seems to be still there.

When the two monks found Sakyamuni, Sakyamuni asked all the monks to leave and walk out of the gate, Wei Xiaobei finally remembered.

Originally, these two names are two of the ten disciples of Sakyamuni!

I don't know how many monks Shakyamuni has received, but it is recognized that there are ten most powerful monks in later generations, which are different. They can be called the first in their respective fields. Therefore, these ten disciples are also known as the top ten venerable ones.

For example, the excellent woman next to him is known as the first to keep the precepts, while the Sheriff of Wei Xiaobei's body is known as the first of wisdom!

There are also mu Qianlian, who is the most powerful, Fu louna, who is the first to speak, Xu Bodhi, who is the first to solve emptiness, and so on.

At this time, Wei Xiaobei understood something. Maybe this Vajra Prajna Paramita sutra was compiled by this Sariputra?

Of course, Wei Xiaobei is not sure about it, just some speculation.

After all, I'm afraid a disciple can't write master's words and deeds.

Returning to the lonely garden, the remaining monks hurried forward to meet the help, poured the begged food into a large pot, made a fire, added water to make a fire, boiled it until it was opened in the pot, and the mahaga leaf assigned by the mani venerable divided the food.

According to the rules, the most respected person eats first, so the first bowl of food is sent to Shakyamuni.

The elder ate first, and the second bowl of food was distributed to an old monk with snow-white eyebrows and wrinkled face like a ditch.

After that, the food was scooped into the wooden bowl of the monks. Each monk took a wooden bowl until there was one left, which was the food of the mahaga leaf.

Seeing this, Wei Xiaobei couldn't help nodding gently. There is no doubt that this food sharing system completely eliminates the possibility of the host's food sharing for personal gain.

If the previous host scooped the food unfairly, how much and how little, then the food in the last wooden bowl must be the least.

Although this is not absolutely fair, it has at least achieved a relatively fair effect.

Anyway, Wei Xiaobei has no love for the food in the wooden bowl.

Begging, begging, just these two words, you should know what the food from begging looks like.

Although most of the continent is located in the tropics and has rich food sources, not everyone is well fed.

In the early stage of the development of Buddhism, everyone didn't know bhikkhu. Naturally, monks who came to beg won't get a good impression. Even if they succeed in begging, the food they get must be leftovers, which are mixed and boiled together. Although it's detoxified, the smell If you can, Wei Xiaobei wants to block his nose.

And due to the limitations of the times, most of these foods are semi shelled corn. Well, imagine the feeling of eating after boiling the millet together.

Rough cut! Hard to swallow!

This is how Wei Xiaobei feels.

But he couldn't refuse the feeling at all.

Wei Xiaobei looked around. Among the thousands of monks, there were those who frowned and were difficult to swallow, those who frowned and forced to swallow, those who swallowed with a happy face, and some who were plain faced and ate food silently like a banquet.

This is the case with the Sakyamuni venerable.

Well, Wei Xiaobei remembers that the venerable was born as a prince. Although the prince at this time was probably the son of a tribal chief, he was always a prince. He could see grass as brocade food and eat it colorless. This cultivation was beyond Wei Xiaobei's reach.

After eating the food and washing them, the monks sat in the open space led by the mani venerable.

One year, the old monk got up, revealed his right shoulder and knee, put his palms together, looked respectfully and said to Shakyamuni, "rare, Buddha! The Tathagata is good at protecting and reading Bodhisattvas and giving orders to Bodhisattvas. Buddha, good men and women have the heart of ahindra three contempt three Bodhi. How should the cloud live? How can the cloud subdue its heart?"

Sakyamuni, without showing his face, said to the old monk that year, "goodness! Goodness! Subhuti, as you said, the Tathagata is good at protecting and reading Bodhisattvas and giving orders to Bodhisattvas. You should speak for you now. A good man and a good woman should live and subdue their hearts."

After listening to the answer between Sakyamuni and the old monk that year, Wei Xiaobei immediately realized that the old monk was the top ten disciples of Sakyamuni. In order to deeply understand the Buddhist scriptures, he was known as the first xubodhi to solve emptiness.

The dialogue between the two continued, and Wei Xiaobei was sleepy.

For Wei Xiaobei, who has just come into contact with Buddhist scriptures, it is really difficult to understand such a profound dialogue immediately.

Of course, if Wei Xiaobei's ability is not shielded, it may be much better.

But now, Wei Xiaobei is an ordinary person attached to Sariputra. At most, he understands that Xu Bodhi is asking the Buddha about what believers in the world should do and how to exempt their hearts if they wish to become Buddha.

And the Buddha's answer Wei Xiaobei didn't understand at all. Well, I understood the literal meaning, but I really didn't understand the meaning.

Wei Xiaobei thought that maybe an eminent monk came and could understand. He didn't seem to have the so-called wisdom root.

This dialogue lasted a lot of time.

At last, Wei Xiaobei, who was sleepy, heard the voice of Sakyamuni rising gradually, but there was no harsh sound.

"All promising dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity. We should do so."

With the sound falling, thousands of monks, led by naxu Bodhi, stood up, raised their palms, lowered their heads and chanted scriptures. The Buddha mani's golden work dyed the four weeks golden, and in a twinkling, all the heaven and earth turned golden. Countless heavenly maidens appeared in the sky, singing and dancing. Countless smallpox fell from the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit singing resounded through the heaven and earth.

Wei Xiaobei even vaguely saw that the golden light spread to the boundless distance and spread the voice of the Buddha's statement. All those who were illuminated by the golden light and heard the voice of the statement got up one after another, with a happy look on their faces, as if they had benefited.

Even the golden light penetrated into the unknown space, a human figure full of countless blood, countless ugly faces, vigorous hands and fighting with each other also put down his weapons, looked happy and looked at the golden light.

As for Wei Xiaobei himself, he felt as if he were immersed in a warm hot spring, but his heart was very quiet, as if he were in the mother's womb.

Finally, Wei Xiaobei could no longer support it and fell into that sleep.

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"Benefactor Wei, benefactor Wei!"

I just felt that his body was shaken for a while. Wei Xiaobei slowly woke up and looked a little confused. Looking at the person in front of him, he seemed to know something, but he looked familiar.

After a long time, Wei Xiaobei finally recovered: "are you Shi Yanming?"

Then Shi Yanming looked bitter: "you finally recognize the poor monk. What's the matter with you? Suddenly you stood and slept over?"

"Ah, too sleepy."

Wei Xiaobei quickly felt his body while dealing with Shi Yanming. A moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief. (to be continued.)