"Give it back to you!" Maha Saint Ji Lanyu threw a porcelain bottle, but she still looked angry.
Some things are not difficult to guess...
Men and women have made mistakes, but men still have to continue to be monks. Women are unhappy, want to make trouble, steal elixirs, and run away...
Unexpectedly, the monk came out of the mountain to look for her, and decided to practice asceticism and never go back.
It can be considered a family-friendly ending, but it's a little bit weird.
As for the process of making mistakes between men and women... it's hard to guess. It should probably be related to the debate on the Bible that last year was entangled for several months...
Distinguish the truth monk, argue the truth, it turns out that this is how you argue the truth...
The monk received the porcelain vase thrown in the air, but he was calm. He didn't seem to be excited about the lost treasure. Instead, he turned his head and saluted with Zhu Ping'an: "Thank you, donor!"
I don’t know what aspect of Xie is it because Xie Zhu Ping An hid the person for a while? Thanks to Zhu Ping'an for pointing him out...
"It doesn't matter, it's a small matter, you guys are back together now, everyone is happy..." Zhu Ping'an was joking.
The monk was not embarrassed at all, he just said: "It's all the young monk's fault!"
"You are a straightforward monk. You are not afraid of the world laughing at you, and you are not afraid of the world laughing at your White Horse Zen Holy Land!" Zhu Pingan continued to joke, but he also wanted to test this monk...
Even Ming Gongzhi on the side also spoke: "A woman is a disaster! There are endless troubles! Monk, you... are hopeless!"
But it was the monk who slowly spoke: "I became a monk and became a monk. The sufferings of all living beings are all due to practice. The suffering of practice is only on the other side. Since the Buddha committed this sin, only asceticism can atone for it!"
With such words, Ji Lanyu moved his steps, slowly walked to stand behind the monk, and lowered his head.
"Is the great monk of your family so indulgent?" Zhu Ping'an asked again.
"Master never indulged, Master was just helpless." The monk answered all questions, as if there was nothing shameful.
The motorcade ahead was moving, and Zhu Ping'an got on his horse with Bahua on his shoulders: "White Horse Zen, it's quite interesting. Let's go. See you again if we have the chance!"
Zhu Ping'an didn't really laugh at the monk, nor did he really despise the monk. On the contrary, he looked at the White Horse Zen Sect in a different light, and even felt that the White Horse Zen Sect was really something.
The monk suddenly said: "Donor, be slow..."
"Huh?" Zhu Pingping turned around.
"The young monk has a heartfelt request..." The monk saluted again.
Every time the monk salutes, he will take a photo of his round, bald head and wish for peace. He only says: "Stop saluting all the time. You are tired every time you say a salute. If anything happens, just tell me!"
The monk suddenly raised his finger and pointed at the eight flowers on Zhu Ping'an's shoulder, and said: "This son has a deep connection with Buddha..."
Zhu Ping'an was stunned, isn't this nonsense?
What is the criterion for judging whether the relationship with Buddha is deep or not?
The six roots are pure? Not dirty or clean? Pregnant with great prajna?
But there is one thing that Zhu Ping An knows. His Eight Flowers, after only one day of spiritual energy entering the body, they will be born with the appearance of the ninth grade. Apparently this monk has discovered this.
Could it be that you want to pick up the leaks?
Was the ninth-grade born born randomly picked up?
Zhu Ping'an shook his head: "I'm afraid the monk has made a mistake. My eight-flowered family is greedy, lazy, greedy, angry and ignorant, and has no chance of becoming a Buddha!"
"Amitabha, greed, anger, and ignorance are all trivial matters, and they are just the true nature of human nature. This child's wisdom is not easy to change, and he has great wisdom. If this child enters the white horse and is born as a son of the Buddha, he will definitely become a Buddhist Maharaja in the future. I also hope that the benefactor will be benevolent and righteous. May you This boy has a bright future in this life!"
Monk Bianzhen bowed slightly and nodded again. This was a sign of thoughtful etiquette, as his bald head always kept "pestrum" in his eyes to wish peace.
"Monk, my good girl, you insist on calling her a King Kong. Look, are there any girls named King Kong? Besides, can your White Horse Temple raise girls?"
Although White Horse Temple is very good and very strong! But there is no way Zhu Ping An can let Bahua become a monk... Nun, what a good girl, how can you escape into Buddhism?
"The Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved, whether they are men or women. White Horse Temple has a separate courtyard and can support them! Vajra is just a title. If you don't call it Vajra, it's okay to call it Bodhisattva..." The monk also reasoned.
Eight-flowered Bodhisattva? Are Bodhisattva and Vajra the same thing? What the hell is this!
"Monk, you are so young, can you keep your words in the White Horse Temple?" Zhu Ping'an thought the monk was talking nonsense.
The monk nodded seriously: "It can be calculated!"
This monk really had a begging attitude and kept saluting.
A monk who violated the sexual precept and left the temple could still be the master of the White Horse Temple.
This... I wish you peace is a bit incomprehensible!
I have to say, this White Horse Temple really has something special!
Zhu Pingan looked at the motorcade that had started to move, pulled the reins slightly, turned around, and said: "Monk, don't think about it. You just fell in love with my Bahua's physique. Her physique is not natural." , she had such an opportunity after taking more than a hundred body bean pills from Master Tianyi Chunyang. You said that someone would leave with just one word? Is it possible? It’s just wishful thinking. It’s a matter of fate with Buddha. talk!"
Monk Bianzhen actually followed a few steps: "The donor has misunderstood. This child's physical strength is only one of the reasons. The more important thing is that this child has a good heart. He is born with early wisdom, keen awareness, and penetrating thoughts. This child will enter the world." In Buddhism, one day you will surely achieve heavenly attainments."
"If you enter the Taoist gate with eight flowers, you will reach heaven!" Zhu Ping'an's horse is already moving, and he doesn't care about the men and women behind him.
Speaking of breaking the sky, Zhu Ping'an also felt that the monk might be interested in the early wisdom and transparency of the Eight Flowers, but there are always many people in the world who have early wisdom and transparency. It is impossible for a Zen monk to pursue them. It is nothing more than being born with nine. It’s just a good physique, everything else is just a lie...
There is something true about Zen Buddhism. At this moment, it seems that there is, but not much. It's still the same old thing, if you like something, just say "it is destined to be my Buddha".
Thinking about it carefully, Zhu Ping'an didn't dislike the monk so much, because some of the monk's words made sense. With Bahua's body and Buddhist magical powers, it was really a good path.
Let's talk about the way this Buddhist magical power is displayed... They don't play with flying swords, they just show the Buddha's light and do it! Either dancing the Vajra or performing a battle to subjugate demons! Even if you take a begging bowl and put it on someone's head...
But no matter what, Buddhism is really not within the scope of wishing peace. You can't be carefree, and life is tiring.
However, he saw something suddenly fly to Zhu Pingan's side. Zhu Pingan reached out to catch it and turned back in confusion.
"This thing is of no use to anyone else or the young monk, so I give it to the little girl with eight flowers..." The monk bowed again.
"A gift?" Zhu Ping'an asked.
"Whether this thing has a connection with Buddha or not, you can tell." The monk was very serious.
"What should I do if I eat something bad? I heard that people were eaten bad in your White Horse Temple..." Zhu Ping'an actually didn't really understand, he just heard about it.
"If others eat it, it might get bad. But if the little girl eats it, it won't go bad! I'm sure, little monk." The monk seemed to be looking forward to it.
