C138 Further into the White Horse Temple

The September wind had already brought with it the scent of autumn. Wherever it blew, leaves would be rolled together. The Changan scenery was like this as well, except of course, for those residential areas that were familiar with the environment, such as the Zodiac Courtyard.

The initial realization of Wu Huai's idea had put the headquarters of the Zheng Family's Ancient City Hall in its final stage of decoration. Wu Huai had a talent that ordinary people would not be able to attain in this area, and after most of his life, he had finally entered the most extravagant stage of his life before the old man arrived.

If it were recorded in another history book, then Wu Huai would probably be praised by a later generation of historians in an idiom — he was a late bloomer.

In fact, I often think, perhaps everyone living in the Greater Thousand Worlds is a golden carp, when the dragon door that belongs to him appears, that is when the dragon door turned into a dragon. Li Taibai had long seen through what I had used so many years to see through, so he boasted when he was drunk that I was born to be useful.

If I were to translate these scriptures completely in the white language, it would probably be hard for me to do so. However, I clearly comprehended the deepest inner contents of these two scriptures.

The Buddhist scripture, the Big Persistence Walking in space and the world, no matter what was in front of him, no matter whether it was the natural moat of space or the swamp of the world, a single sentence without the Amitabha Buddha, a never-resting obsession, could support any person in the most difficult environment to walk on a path to the eternal Buddhist country that belonged to everyone.

The Kitigarbha Sutra of the Kitigarbha. To do things with the most perfect mind, to take every step of the way calmly and firmly, without any loopholes that could be used by the 'devils', and then to be able to stay safe for the rest of his life without going through hell or hell.

The more one read, the clearer one became. The more one read, the wiser one became.

Although the [Kitigarbha Sutra] was shocking no matter how I looked at it, I had to admit that after reading it, I found that my sensitivity towards many things had increased by another level. The ground was almost full. Even in my hazy dreams, I could see another blurry mass of air above my head begin to solidify. I only needed a 'mold' to turn that fog, which was as solid as a flower bud, into a flower filled with mystery.

On my body, the half cow hair's thickness that was cultivated from the Spring of Life circulated in my body. After I was able to continuously release Longevity Fist s from both sides, it became two cow hair's thickness.

The resulting changes to my body didn't even occur to me. All of my movement and perception abilities were at least twice as fast as before.

At first, I wasn't a match for Fan Cunhu, but now, I can exchange two blows with him. Although I can't last more than five attacks, this is still an astonishing progress.

Before coming into contact with this set of Longevity Fist, I didn't even have the slightest bit of martial arts training, and after coming out, I would be slightly more experienced in the field of antiques, and would be no different from an ordinary person.

Thus, the old man from the Green Pine Monastery became more and more mysterious in my eyes. He was truly like a celestial being, perhaps he walked in the vast world just to ask me about his Dao. Even the old man from the Zhao Clan was incomparably respectful of the old man from the Green Pine Monastery. That kind of ability was something that the current me could not even begin to fathom.

White Horse Temple, this is the second time I've stepped into a red temple.

It was still the evening, still after the chiming of the evening bell.

It's just that the last time I walked in here, everything seemed to depend on my heart. This time, however, I felt like I was on a pilgrimage.

Not to Buddha, but to the great obsession in my heart. If they only wanted to read it, they could do so. The monks who were cultivating in the temple all wanted to become Buddha.

Fan Cunhu followed behind me, he was curiously sizing up everything in the temple, but I could feel that the calm and reserved aura of the White Horse Temple was faintly rejecting Fan Cunhu, as though he could not merge with the world inside the temple, and even caused the atmosphere of the entire temple to become crowded.

I walked up to the buddhist pagoda and looked at the rusty copper bell on the eaves. The wind was blowing and the copper bell which seemed impossible to ring started to make light sounds.

Ordinary people can't hear it, but I can. Fan Cunhu could also hear it, but he was obviously annoyed by the sound of the bell.

"Congratulations, Benefactor!" He was even the Old Cube of the White Horse Temple. He still stood at his previous position while wearing the square Priestess' cassock, as if he had never even moved from his previous position.

"Master!" I displayed a buddhist gesture towards Master Fang. After coming into contact with the buddhist scriptures, I could feel the wise and farsighted aura coming from Master Fang of the White Horse Temple. He stood there like a 'buddhist scripture', like a type of 'Buddhism'.

If he died in the future, he would definitely be able to keep the sariras! I firmly believe that.

"Amitabha, Almsgiver is a bit faster than I thought. If you join my buddhist school, you will definitely become a Bodhisattva." The Reverend White Horse Temple smiled and bowed to me.

I said smilingly, "Reverend, you must be joking. Buddha is sitting in the heart. Who cares where one cultivates?"

"Haha!" Wonderful! Wonderful! Almsgiver's words have Buddhist principles, but this old monk is stupid. " The abbot clapped his hands, clearly very happy.

"Amitabha, this Almsgiver's killing intent is quite heavy. If you have the time, come often to the temple to honor Buddha. It will be greatly beneficial for you."

"Yes." Fan Cunhu casually replied. He didn't really have a good feeling about this square meter in front of him.

Old Cube merely smiled, and didn't mind Fan Cunhu's attitude.

"Sir, follow this old monk to sweep the stairs."

This was agreed upon when he gave me the scriptures last time.

I nodded and followed the Old Cube into the pagoda.

The atmosphere in the tower was very weird. The moment I entered, I felt as if I was trapped within a huge net. There wasn't even a hint of darkness in the tower. Instead, there was a kind of pure warmth that made me feel extremely comfortable.

There weren't many things inside the tower, and the stairs were incredibly clean, but Old Cube still gave me a broom. He accompanied me and carefully swept upwards from the first step.

Because he was very serious, he took his time to finish sweeping the 18 steps. The sky had already turned completely dark.

He took out a candle with a candlestick on it from a recess on the wall and lit it up, then handed the candle to Fan Cunhu and said: "I'll have to trouble Master to hold the lamp."

Fan Cunhu did not immediately take out the candlestick, but instead hesitated for a moment. In the end, he still furrowed his brows and held the candlestick in his hands, and we continued to sweep up.

The higher we went, the smaller the space became, but the slower Old Cube's sweeping got. The candle in the candlestick had been completely lit up, and only when the second candle was lit to an average extent did we finally reach the highest point.

A Buddha's Dharma Idol stood within, with a incense table in front of it. Under the guidance of the Old Cube, I obediently burned three incense sticks of time and then brushed off the dust on my Buddha body.

Huala! A breeze blew in from the outside, directly blowing open the small window at the top of the pagoda. The green smoke, which had been rising in an orderly fashion, scattered in the breeze.

The candle flame on the candlestick in Fan Cunhu's hand had always been swaying gracefully under the gentle breeze.

The Old Cube bowed towards the direction where the wind was blowing. He looked at the candlestick in Fan Cunhu's hand and shook his head: "Wrong, this is something that needs an oil lamp." As he spoke, he blew out the paraffin wax on the altar, causing the top floor to sink into darkness. Only a ray of bright moonlight shone through the small window, allowing people to barely see anything.

Old Cube took out an oil lamp and lit it again, then handed it over to Fan Cunhu.

"Almsgiver frequently comes to the temple to visit as a guest when he has nothing to do. I hope that Almsgiver can study this scripture carefully. There will definitely be endless benefits."

The abbot handed me a yellow paper. There were a few lines of words written on it in ink. On the top, there were two big and eye-catching words: "Heart Sutra".

"It begins with the heart and ends with the heart. The Three Realms. The Infinite Samsara. The same is true for those who have reincarnated into the Three Realms. "

"Understood, master!"

I respect this abbot in front of me from the bottom of my heart. This old man seems to have limitless wisdom.

His words didn't sound like he was talking to me, but when he carefully savored them, his words were actually very eloquent. Just this alone was enough to let people understand everything. Just this buddhist level alone would make countless famous monks in China sigh in admiration.

Most of the major powers do not appear in the world, most of the world for the crowing of chickens and dog thieves.

Old Cube once again gave me a very lively lesson in life. Although this was unintentional, I still benefited greatly from it.

Returning to the courtyard, what surprised me was that there was a military car parked in front of the house. Chen Qingzhi sat inside the car, smoking his cigarette in large gulps. It was unknown just how long he had waited there.

"Boss, when did you arrive?"

I knocked on the door, then opened it and got in.

Chen Qingzhi curled his lips and said, "Old man, the boss has been waiting for you for almost two hours. Have you gone out to pick up girls?" Honestly speaking, our Party's policy has always been to be frank and open-minded, and to resist and be strict. "

"Come on! To be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, to be honest, Resisting the law, return home to celebrate the new year. Now that even this three year old knows about it, why did you try to trick me? " I rolled my eyes at Chen Qingzhi.

Chen Qingzhi's face turned serious, and said: "I say, Comrade Zheng Qiqiao, you have to have sufficient confidence in our party's servants! Your thoughts are dangerous! "

"Fuck, I was the one who taught all of you political education in the past. Since when did it become your turn to talk to me like this?"

The heck! Old man, you don't want to drink! Tell me honestly, what did he do?! Don't force your old age to use torture on you! "

"He went to the Buddha Temple." I replied helplessly.

Chen Qingzhi's expression changed as he asked nervously, "You hooked up with the nun?"