Among the border gates, there was a group of monks who had been walking for many days against the wind and sand. Even though the monks' robes were already thin, they still walked slowly and leisurely. The mounds of sand and walls, and the broken snow and dust, were often astonishing. His face was so beaten that people dared not open their eyes.
At the beginning, many merchants and pedestrians were blinded by the wind and sand, and they stumbled into the quicksand. It would take a very long time to escape, and if there was the slightest movement, they would be trapped deeper and deeper, even if there were five or six heads. The horses were being dragged tightly, but it was unlikely that they would be able to escape unharmed, and escaping from the quicksand was the most dangerous situation. Many old people who pass through the desert all year round often say that they would rather encounter a caravan of ten horses than a quicksand. It is for this reason. Even if the former is fierce, it is not necessarily a fatal situation. If you encounter the latter, then you should take it seriously. It can be said that there is a narrow escape from death.
But the dozen or so monks in this group seemed to have no such thoughts. They walked straight all the way, not looking at the road in front of them. Instead, they closed their eyes, raised a palm with one hand, and grabbed the hem of the monk's robe with the other hand. , without any haste in his steps, he walked step by step deeper into the border.
The wind and sand are so strong that they cannot reach the eyes, and the snow and dust on the Gobi desert only scratch the monk's clothes.
The leading monk stepped forward, but suddenly stopped. The monks behind him also stopped and stopped moving forward.
Only two feet in front, there are twenty or thirty corpses lying in the wind and sand. If you don't look carefully, you might have thought them to be sudden rocks. In addition to twenty or thirty corpses, more than ten horses were also dead. The leading monk stepped forward, waved his sleeves and waved away the sand, and could not help but whisper the Buddha's name, shaking his head and sighing.
Most of these ten horse corpses had their legs and feet broken, or their throats and skulls penetrated. It looked like they were a good wielder of a spear. He first disarmed the thieves' horses, and then moved in again. The gun barrel was powerful and heavy, Most of the horse corpses had their body bones smashed and died here.
"Although the crimes of thieves and bandits are heavy, the horses are not guilty. What is a pity is that they went to the wrong owner's house. Since the benefactor of the chariot has already sent these thieves to the afterlife, their sins have also been repaid a lot. We are here to pay for these bandits." The salvation of more than 30 to 40 living beings is considered a meritorious deed. I am only half a day's journey from the ancient bell tower temple, and it doesn't take much effort to chant sutras and save people." The leader of the lecturer ignored the monks behind him and crossed his legs. Sit down and put your palms together. The scriptures are like dust and sand before the wind. As soon as they come out of your mouth, they are carried by the strong wind in the desert and drift away.
The monks behind him, some of them frowned, but after tasting the first words of the sermon, most of them showed enlightenment. They sat down with the monk in cassock and recited the scriptures.
The Buqiu Temple has been closed for many years, and most of the monks have never left the temple throughout their lives. All kinds of things in the world can only be gleaned from the articles and classics left by the senior monks, or from the verses and verses. During this trip, I have already seen many things that I have never seen in the mountains, and I have also seen many people in the world, struggling to earn a little money, but for the first time I saw the thief with a knife in his hand, and the tragic death in front of him.
That rough-and-tumble man among the people at the border gate was indeed very skilled in marksmanship. Most of the bandits were killed with one shot, perhaps through the chest, or with the spearhead piercing their foreheads. However, the appearance of death was miserable, despite the wind and sand. The condensed blood did not flow much, and it also caused many monks who had never seen killing to churn in their stomachs and tremble all over.
But the sound of Buddhist scriptures lingers around for a long time.
Today in Zhongtai Temple, the sound of Buddha singing is also endless.
Buddhism has never said anything about wearing hemp and wearing filial piety during the Qing Dynasty. Instead, after the old monk passes away, he chants sutras and fasts for a few days, and then talks about Buddhism again. Zhongtai Temple is no exception. The monks who still stay in the temple chant The sound of the sutra does not stop, day and night, and the sound of the sutra can be heard for miles.
Ping Qi and Ping Kong are both sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist hall. Although they have always been at odds with each other, they have been sitting cross-legged next to each other for three days now. The monks who came from the temple also sat cross-legged here for more than two days, with compassionate expressions on their faces.
However, Pingchen had not yet learned the scriptures on salvation, so he had to stand outside the Buddhist hall and kept wiping away the traces of tears.
"How about going for a walk with Master?" An old monk came up next to Pingchen and rubbed his bald head with a kind expression.
Outside the mountain temple, it is difficult to see peach blossoms in the depth of winter. Only flakes of flying snow fall on the shoulders and eyebrows. The cold wind blows for a long time. It is like wearing plain clothes outside the monk's clothes. An old and a young boy squatted at the temple door. , all in silence, looking out at the vast desert outside the mountains. The wind, sand, and snow are like smoke, and they never stop for a moment. The giant Gobi rocks are floating and dark in color. Although there is no bright sunshine, they are softer and softer than in the past.
"Junior brother told me a few years ago that I should not entrust the future abbot position of Zhongtai Temple to you. He said that Pingchen's heart is too honest and pure, and he is born with an innocent heart. Although the temple is clean and cultivated, Dear, if you want all the monks among you to perform their duties and worship the Buddha, you need some kind of kindness and power. Probably Pingqi and Pingkong are more suitable than you. It doesn't mean that you are not honest in mind. Okay, but since there are many monks in the monastery, it is inevitable that they will have disputes and different opinions. If you have different thoughts, I am afraid that you will rub off this innocent mind if you want to take care of everything."
The old monk talked about this matter for no reason, ignoring the young novice beside him who was still sobbing, and preached as if he was talking about everyday things.
"Pingkong is straightforward and knows good and evil, but he is too upright and has always been unwilling to appease and compromise. Pingqi pays more attention to laws and regulations. Although he is also profound in Buddhism, he acts too strictly according to the rules. No matter who you choose between these two people, The person who succeeds the abbot of Zhongtai Temple is actually very similar, but Master still wants to hand over the responsibility of being the abbot in the future to you."
"After all, you have to sweep the floor to look for living beings. If you don't mean what you believe in your heart, it is a word of kindness. As for how many Buddhist scriptures you have studied and how many eminent monks you have visited, compared with this word, they are nothing more. .”
After saying that, Zen Master Bu Kong smiled for no reason, and took Pingchen's smooth forehead, folded his hands twice, and wiped away the latter's tears, "My junior brother was the same way back then. He was born with a rough and arrogant temper. My nature really makes my junior brother worry a lot, and he also suffered a lot of slaps, but every time he does something stupid, my junior brother will shrink back and say that this is not good."
"I originally thought that Master should have passed on the position of abbot of Zhongtai Temple to him. After all, in terms of skill, I am superior. When it comes to Buddhism, I am not as good as one-tenth of my brother. If Master did not discipline me more when I was young, I am afraid that I would have I turned into a flowery monk playing in the world, eating meat and drinking wine, but I never thought that Master would actually pass on the position of abbot to me. Although I have not accomplished much over the years, I have not made any mistakes, all because I, my junior brother, have taken away most of the burden for me. .”
"But now this kid has also gone to bliss."
The old monk spoke very slowly, always with a smile on his face.
Only now did Ping Chen suddenly remember that the strong and advanced abbot of Zhongtai Temple seemed to be the most miserable person. But on the contrary, the old monk already had a look of relief on his face, and he didn't even show the slightest bit of sadness. There is no sadness at all, and he always has a calm smile.
Pingchen was puzzled and was about to speak in a cry, but Zen Master Fu Kong already knew what the young novice was thinking, and smiled, "With Bu Hui's cultivation of Buddhism, the Taoist Fruits are very limited, at least I can do it." Achieve a very high status, so that if my teacher passes away in the future, I will be able to take care of you."
"Let's stop chatting. You might as well wait with Master."
The old monk stood up, clasped his palms together, and looked down the mountain.
On the steps at the bottom of the mountain, more than a dozen monks came slowly. But just as the leading monk was about to take a step, he moved his ears slightly, then slowly stopped and stopped climbing the steps.
"First senior brother, why do you step forward and then step back?" A monk was puzzled and looked towards the mountain temple, where the faint sound of Buddhist scriptures lingered endlessly.
"There are sounds of salvation scriptures in the mountains. I think that in the temple, there is an eminent monk who has passed away. Since we are guests, how can we disturb other people's temple affairs."
After saying that, the youngest lecturer in Buqiu Temple for hundreds of years sat down cross-legged at the foot of the ancient temple mountain. There was no sign of impatience on his face. He actually opened his lips and teeth lightly and listened to the sutras floating on the mountain. Wen, chanting and chanting.
A few miles away in the mountains, seven figures stood together among the ridges. In the dusk, their expressions could not be seen clearly, but there was inner energy flowing around them, and they were very powerful.
"For no reason, we want the Feng family to get a share of the pie. We have spent many years planning this, but in the end we let others get involved, which is a bit of a loss."
Among the seven, the man with the bamboo hat on his back spoke first, seemingly dissatisfied.
"There is only one Buddha treasure, and there are seven people here. It will inevitably lead to another dispute. It is harmless to add a few more people. However, Young Master Kang seems to be a little impatient at the moment. Is it possible that there is something left at the bottom of the box? The magical means and powers are left for future calculations.”
Some of them smiled gloomily, but when they spoke, they had a different meaning.
"Old Immortal, I heard that you almost had your head cut off from your neck many years ago. Fortunately, you were lucky enough to avoid the most ferocious knife, which cut off most of your chin. It's a pity that your lips and tongue were not cut off as well. Now you are gossiping in front of people. Do you really think that with your cultivation level, you can suppress me and others?" Kang Zongzheng sneered, but his words were merciless, and he didn't even raise his head. I don't even bother to have a dispute with that person.
Behind the bandits, there are a total of seven masters in the third and fourth realms. The most unlucky among them is only a short distance away from the fourth realm. In this time of decline in spiritual practice in the world, the combined power of these seven people is so great that it is second only to the five masters. People, but everyone comes here for the Seven Wonders of Buddhism. Even if they are better than the old monk who has participated in creation, there will still be disputes in the end. Everyone knows it well in their hearts.
Now that the Feng family has entered the game, naturally some people are happy and some are worried. They are happy that there is an extra force, but they are worried that there is one more person to win the treasure.
The heavenly objects have always been able to move people's hearts, not to mention the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, which can be ranked among the best in the world. For this, even if all the details are revealed and thousands of lives are taken, it is just a reasonable price. .
