On the picture, countless towers are hidden in colorful clouds and mist. The blooming epiphyllum (golden lotus) seems to be exuding an intoxicating fragrance. The tall palaces are resplendent; the flying sky is flying in the sky, scattering flowers for offerings, and the goddesses on both sides are playing fairy music and singing gracefully. ; In the middle of the palace, there is a tall and gorgeous lion decorated with seven treasures. Maitreya Bodhisattva is sitting on it, giving a sermon...
Xiao Qi was so immersed in watching this, so focused that he was so drunk that he didn't even realize that he was holding in his urine until his stomach was bloated.
Finally, he probably couldn't hold it in anymore, so he subconsciously took off his pants and started peeing freely.
When the monk on duty saw this scene, he was so angry that he trembled and stopped him quickly: "Sin, sin! Why are you peeing in the main hall? This is a place for Buddha. How sacred it is, how can you desecrate it!"
Xiao Qi said: "Where is there no Buddha? Please find me a place where there is no Buddha to pee."
Yes, the mountains, rivers and earth are all Dharmakaya; the yellow flowers and green bamboos are nothing but prajna. Buddha exists at all times and everywhere.
The monk was stunned for a moment, but he still followed the inertia of his thinking and said: "Anyway, this is a pure dojo, and you are not allowed to pee."
Xiao Qizhi actually asked: "Which place is not a dojo?"
One mountain, one water, one pure land, listen to the wind, the rain, and the sound of Zen. There is no Taoist temple in the green mountains, and there is no Zen opportunity in the waves.
What's even more incredible is that one day, Xiao Qi was playing hide-and-seek with his friends in Yuelin Temple. In order to hide more secretly, he got into the Temple of the Heavenly King.
In the Hall of Heavenly Kings, the four heavenly kings stand on two sides, with no cover and no way to hide. Only the original niche dedicated to Maitreya with the crown of heaven in the middle of the hall is empty, and the Buddha statue has not yet been rebuilt.
Without even thinking about it, Qi Chi climbed up to the high Xumizuo and hid it in the Buddhist niche.
The children clearly saw Qi Zhizang entering the Heavenly King's Hall, but they could not find it no matter what.
What a ghost. Could it be that this contract was swallowed up by this arrogant guy - the Four Heavenly Kings?
The deed was hidden in the Buddhist niche without moving. The strange thing is that the friends have held the Xumizuo in their hands and poked their heads into the Buddhist niche several times, but for some reason they have never found him.
He had been hiding for a long time, and he was inevitably a little sleepy. After yawning a few times, he sat down and fell asleep without realizing it...
A layman came to the Heavenly King's Hall to offer incense. I don't know whether it was because of his eyesight or some other reason. He found that there was a Maitreya Buddha statue in the empty Buddhist niche. Although it was not as tall as the original one, it was more exquisite and lifelike, and seemed to emit a faint red light. . The layman was filled with joy and quickly burned three sticks of incense and kowtowed.
Later, when he went to the abbot to ask Zen Master Xiankuang for Zen teachings, he complimented him by the way: "Great monk, the Maitreya Buddha statue you recently invited is so good. It is as vivid as a real person in disguise."
Zen Master Xiankuang couldn't help but be a little confused, and asked in confusion: "What Buddha statue are you talking about? Which Buddha statue?"
The layman said, "It's the Maitreya Buddha statue in the Heavenly King's Hall!"
Zen Master Xiankuang was even more puzzled: "Since the fall of the clay sculpture of Maitreya, there has never been a Buddha statue enshrined in that niche!"
This time, it was the layman's turn to be confused. He said in surprise: "But I saw a Maitreya Buddha there just now! I even burned incense and kowtowed."
Both Zen Master Xiankuang and the layman felt incredible, so they left the abbot and went to the Tianwang Hall to see what happened.
In the incense burner, the sandalwood lit by the layman was still smoking, but the Buddhist niche was empty. On the thick dust, there were only some traces like those left by children climbing up and down.
…
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Qi Jin is already sixteen years old.
Although Qi Zi's body is a little fat as a young man, he is humorous and optimistic, hard-working and willing to help others. He is liked by everyone and loved by everyone.
Zhang Chongtian also sent him to private school for several years, which was extremely rare in rural areas at that time.
Being able to read and pronounce the deed made him appear more intelligent and witty. Therefore, many families with girls in Sanli and Wuxiang took the initiative to ask matchmakers to come and propose marriage.
As the head of the family, Zhang Chongtian didn't seem to care at all about his son's marriage. No matter what family he was in, even if you were from a wealthy businessman or a noble family, he would reject them all without leaving even a little bit alive.
I really don’t know what kind of medicine he is selling in his gourd. Could it be that because he is not his biological son, he refuses to spend money to get a wife for him?
It turns out that Zhang Chongtian has his own Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Daughter Qiuxia is one year younger than Qi Shi. The two brothers and sisters grew up side by side, respecting and loving each other and having a very good relationship. Therefore, he had already planned to marry Qiu Xia to Qi Qi, turning them from brother and sister into a married couple.
Isn't it? A good young man like Qizi is hard to find even with a lantern. How can fertilizer and water flow into other people's fields!
Mr. Dou was even more in favor of this idea. In this way, he would be both a son and a son-in-law, and they would become more intimate with each other, so he no longer had to worry about whether he would be adopted or not.
In the future, their brothers and sisters will be more harmonious because of this relationship.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, the moon was full in the sky and the world was reunited. Zhang Zhongtian set up a small table in the yard, and his family of five sat around the table, tasting moon cakes, drinking rice wine, eating fruits, admiring the bright moon, and were full of joy and happiness.
Zhang Chongtian couldn't help but chuckle in his heart as he watched his eldest son Qi Zi become more mature and strong, and his daughter Qiuxia become more gentle and beautiful.
So, he unknowingly drank a few more bowls of rice wine and became a little drunk. I don't know if he was happy or tipsy, but Zhang Zhongtian suddenly had a sudden impulse and said over the wine: "I agree, Qiuxia, you two have grown up. After autumn, when the rice is harvested, the work in the fields will no longer be busy. Dad." Please ask Mr. Feng Shui to see a good day and help you two consummate your marriage."
Qi Ji seemed to have never thought about this problem before, and couldn't help but froze on the spot.
Qiuxia must have received hints from her mother in advance. Although her face turned red with embarrassment and her head hung deeply, she could not conceal her inner joy and excitement.
The younger brother was only ten years old and didn't understand what consummating a marriage was. He pouted and said, "My parents are partial, why do you only consummate your brother and sister's marriage but not me?"
Zhang Chongtian and his wife were amused by him. Mrs. Dou said to her youngest son: "You are still too young. When you grow up, it will be your turn."
The younger son was still unhappy and said, "I don't care. Anyway, I sleep in the same room with my brother now. After you finish my brother's room, I will still live there!"
It turns out that the younger brother understood consummation as decorating the room!
With a sound of "Plop--", Zhang Zhongtian spit out the wine he just drank in his mouth.
Mr. Dou also laughed so hard that his whole body shook and shed tears. Even Qiuxia couldn't help but smile secretly. During this period, only Qi Si seemed to be dumbfounded, stunned, and unresponsive.
The little brother was so worried when the whole family laughed at him that he said, "Laugh, laugh, what's so funny? My brother won't laugh when he sees someone else. If you laugh again, your chin will fall off and your feet will be smashed!"
After laughing enough, Zhang Chongtian explained to his younger son: "Consuming a marriage is not about making the room round, but getting married. In other words, in a few days, your brother who is married to me will get married to sister Qiuxia."
"Wow, wow!" the little brother shouted excitedly: "When other people get married, they wear red flowers, hang ribbons, raise flags, pay tents, blow the suona, and set off a barrage of cannons. It's so lively! Sister! , when my brother agrees to marry you, I will give you a blast."
Qiuxia was so shy that she covered her face and fled back to her room.
The little brother expressed his parents' worries. Zhang Chongtian remained silent when he saw the agreement. He coughed heavily and asked, "Yes, it's the agreement. Are you embarrassed?"
Qi said: "Dad, Qiuxia is my sister, how could..."
Mrs. Dou smiled and said, "Son, it's not like you don't know that your father rescued you from the river, and Qiuxia is not your biological sister."
Qi Ji still declined and said: "However, over the years, I have always regarded Qiuxia as my biological sister. I have never had other ideas, let alone..."
Zhang Chongtian said: "Isn't it better to get closer to each other, to get better and better?"
Qi Chi said: "Not necessarily. For example, if you add some sugar to the rice wine you are drinking, it might not taste good."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhongtian couldn't help but be startled: "So, you don't like Qiuxia?"
Qi Ji said: "Of course I like sister Qiuxia very much! However, this kind of liking is not that kind of liking, so..."
Mr. Dou interjected: "That's it, are you attracted to other girls?"
"No, absolutely not, I have never thought about this." Qi Ji shook his head like a salesman's drum.
"It's fine if you don't." Mrs. Dou let out a sigh of relief.
Zhang Chongtian looked at the deed and said in the tone of an experienced person: "Son, you are not too young! It is only a matter of time for a man to marry a wife. When I was your age, I already worshiped your mother."
Qi Ji said: "But, dad, I am not interested in women and I never want to ask for a wife."
Mrs. Dou said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense! There are only people in the world who can't get a wife because of poverty or disability. How can a good man not get a wife? If he doesn't get a wife, he will be laughed to death by others."
Qi Chi muttered: "I don't like getting married anyway..."
Zhang Chongtian and his wife thought it was just a casual chat and did not take his words seriously.
They believe that after all, the nature of a child is still the same and can change all the time. Besides, he doesn't know the benefits of marrying a wife yet. When he really gets married to Qiuxia, I'm afraid he won't be able to live without her for a day...
After the rice harvest in the golden autumn, Zhang Chongtian and Dou planned the happy event step by step, painting the house, making furniture, sewing bedding, and making new clothes... They even planned to hire a small opera troupe to sing in order to make it more prosperous!
When Qi saw that his parents were really planning to let him marry Qiuxia, his heart was as anxious as fire.
He repeatedly told his parents that he did not want to get married.
However, Mrs. Dou cried and shed tears every time, scolding him for being unfilial and heartless;
Zhang Chongtian said even more dogmatically: "Since ancient times, children's marriage has been decided by their parents. Whether you like it or not, you have to do it according to your parents' wishes!"
Afraid of long nights and many dreams, Zhang Zhongtian hurriedly chose a day and forced Qi Xi to marry Qiu Xia quickly.
However, on the night before the wedding, the deed disappeared, disappeared, and ran away from home!
However, Zhang Chongtian and his family were all honest farmers, so Qiji never traveled far.
So, where could he run to? It turned out that Qi Ji neither went to the bustling Mingzhou nor to Xiangshan Port, which is connected in all directions, but quietly slipped into Yuelin Temple across the river from the village.
Changting Village is located next to the north-south thoroughfare from Mingzhou to Yongjia, and you can go east around the bay to reach Xiangshan Port, which leads to the overseas. Qi often played here when he was young. The path was very familiar and he went straight to the abbot.
The abbot of Yuelin Temple is an independent small courtyard.
Qi saw that the abbot's courtyard door was open and his room door was not closed, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.
Sure enough, when Qi came to the room, Zen Master Xiankuang, who was sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed, smiled and said: "Qi, you are finally here."
Without being polite, Qi took the initiative to sit down on the futon opposite Zen Master Xiankuang and said, "Master, I'm here."
Zen Master Xiankuang seemed to be playing a riddle with him and said, "You are coming, or you are leaving."
Qi said: "Whether you come or go, this is my home after all. Master, I want to practice Zen with you."
Xiankuang looked at him for a while, then said with a smile: "I agree, you became a monk to escape from marriage, right?"
Qi Qi said the opposite: "No, I ran away from marriage just to become a monk."
Zen Master Xiankuang said again: "You ran away from home on the eve of your wedding. Didn't you make Qiuxia miserable?"
Qi Ji said seriously: "If I forcefully marry her, I will really cheat her."
Zen Master Xiankuang said sternly: "Zen Master Jingshan Daoqin once said that becoming a monk is a matter for a man and cannot be done by generals or ministers. Therefore, becoming a monk is not a child's play. You cannot become a monk based on impulse or whim. You are still young to agree to this. It’s not too late to wait.”
Qi said: "I heard a wandering monk say: There are no young or old in the Palace of the King of Hell, and the young are buried in new graves thousands of miles away. Don't wait for the hair on your hair to mourn when you practice. It is difficult to practice Zen if you are weak and exhausted."
"Okay, then I will tonsure you tomorrow." Zen Master Xiankuang agreed to his request to become a monk.
At this moment, Qi Zu should quickly get up and kowtow to say thank you. However, instead of getting up, he said, "Master, what if I don't survive tomorrow?"
Xiankuang was stunned for a moment and said, "You are such a lively young man, how can you die just because you want to?"
"However, human life is only between breaths. If you can't take one breath, you will die." Qi Ji said sadly.
Xiankuang said firmly: "That's true. Although it is true, not all people are short-lived. Let's just talk about you. You are young, strong, and in your prime. I can guarantee that you will not die within a few decades. I can successfully become a monk tomorrow."
Qi Ji then said: "Even if I am young and have a long future, what about you? You are old. If you pass away tonight, won't I be able to become a monk tomorrow? I will not be able to become a monk with you in this life."
After hearing this, Xian Kuang was stunned at first, and then laughed loudly: "Destiny arises and destiny disappears, the flow is endless, and it changes every moment. With this, you are right, I will ordain you right away!"
"When... when... when..."
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Suddenly, the bells and drums of Yuelin Temple rang together, indicating that something important was about to happen.
The Zen monks hurried out of their respective dormitories, filed into the main hall, and stood quietly on both sides.
In the main hall, on the high Sumeru throne, the mysterious smile on the face of Buddha Sakyamuni always makes people inexplicably moved. They can't help but be fascinated, attracting people to explore the infinitely beautiful realm...
In front of the Buddhist niche, an extremely devout young man knelt and made a pact. He closed his eyes slightly and waited for that solemn and sacred moment with all his heart...
quiet.
Extreme tranquility.
Qi Ji had never felt such silence before. Not only did the noise in the outside world stop, but the turmoil in his heart also completely subsided.
However, this kind of silence is not dead, not dull, not condensation, but full of vitality.
At this time, his heart clearly felt that there was an undercurrent running quietly and accumulating quietly. There was rolling thunder in the silence, and it seemed that it might explode at any time——
"when……"
The big chime rang, and then, a sound of heavenly sound came through the sky——
"Nan... Wu..."
This sound was like a call from the center of the universe;
This sound is like a whisper coming from the depths of the soul;
This sound seemed to have been expected for a long, long time, as if he had been waiting for it to sound since he was alive...
He seemed to have suddenly received a strong electric shock, and he couldn't help but froze, dazed, and stupid. However, he could clearly feel that a breath shot up from his spine and penetrated straight through. The brain rushes out of the skull and merges with the voice that has been longed for for millions of years...
"My Master, Sakyamuni Buddha——" After the sound of the bells, which were like the sound of heaven, the monks sang affectionately.
Qi Qi had mixed feelings and burst into tears. He couldn't help but naturally started singing along with everyone - he was actually so familiar with all the rituals and all the scriptures! It was as if these things had been lurking in his blood, permeating into his bone marrow...
From this moment on, he understood that this was his real home. He was like a wanderer who had been wandering for many years and finally returned to his hometown.
The monks began to recite the "Monastic Merit Sutra":
"I have heard that once the Buddha was in the country of Vaishali. When the meal time came, he went into the city to beg for food. At that time, in the city of Vaishali, there was a pear cart named Parasana... The Buddha told Ananda, I will tell you this parable now. Listen well. For example, in the four worlds, there are Arhats in the east, Jambudvipa in the south, Yuyani in the west, and Yushanyue in the north. They are like a jungle of rice and hemp. If there is a person who, for a hundred years, devotes himself to supporting these Arhats. Clothes and food, medicine for the sick and thin, house and bedding, and even if a pagoda or temple is built after Nirvana, all kinds of treasures, flowers, fragrances, necklaces, flags, flags, and music, hanging precious bells, sweeping and sprinkling perfume, praising and making offerings with various verses, the merits gained; If someone becomes a monk and takes the precepts for the sake of nirvana, and the merit he makes in one day and one night is less than one sixteenth of the merit compared to the previous one. Due to this reason, a good man should become a monk and practice pure precepts..."
After the monks finished chanting the sutra, Zen Master Xiankuang said: "Now there is Chang Tingzi who has practiced here for many kalpas and has spiritual roots. He is willing to leave the world and become a monk and be ordained as a monk. How lucky is it that I am the ordained master. May this good man Destined to achieve the fruit of Bodhi, Longhua will gather in the future and save me to become a Buddha."
After speaking, he picked up a polished razor, made a circular shape in the air, and said:
The clear mind will not pick up the golden flowers,
Why do you need Baye's biography to see your nature?
When the sun rises and ice disappears, it turns out to be water.
When the moon sets, the light never leaves the sky.
Zen Master Xiankuang had just put the razor on Qi's head, but before he could shave off the black hair, he heard a loud noise outside the mountain gate, and someone broke into the temple...
It turned out that my parents, uncles, neighbors, relatives and friends came to find me.
They saw the bright lights of the Main Hall from afar, and they were about to become a monk, so they shouted first and then poured in...
There was chaos in the hall. Zhang Zhongtian grabbed Zen Master Xiankuang's cassock with his left hand and raised his right fist high. If Dou hadn't held on tightly, the old monk's face would have been...
In the chaos, Qi Zu disappeared, mysteriously disappearing under people's eyes.
Zhang Chongtian and the others searched every corner of the hall, even looking under the small futon three times, but still found no trace of Qi Su.
People felt very strange. They clearly saw the deed in the main hall at that time, but they couldn't find it no matter what. Could it be that he evaporated like water vapor? Or ran out during the chaos?
Not finding his son in the temple, Zhang Chongtian couldn't help but have another attack, so he had to leave dejectedly.
After everyone left, the deed disappeared. Naturally, the tonsure ceremony could no longer be held, so the monks each returned to their dormitories, and Yuelin Temple returned to its original peace.
The night in the temple was so quiet and mysterious.
The crescent moon, like a silver hook, hangs high in the sky.
The moonlight was dim and not very bright, so the hall, pavilions, and trees seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, illusory and light, as if a breeze blows away and floats high. The vast sky...
The wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the high tower would occasionally jingle, making the moonlight even more desolate and making the night tremble even more secluded.
I don’t know which corner it is, but suddenly, there is a burst of intermittent, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, faint sound of chanting, which seems to be an affectionate call from the soul, calling for the return of the spirit...
The night was already very, very deep, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. A leaf falling and a drop of dew rolling could be clearly heard.
Suddenly, in the Mahavira Hall, under the dim evergreen lamp, there was a rustling sound among the tall sitting statue of Sakyamuni Buddha!
Did the Buddha appear, or did the statue come to life?
After a moment's pause, the movement inside the Buddha statue started again! Moreover, the sound is getting louder and heavier...
"Bang..."
A small door on the side of the Xumizuo of the Buddha statue opened, and a man came out!
Was he born from the spiritual energy of the Buddha Sakyamuni, or was the Buddha statue reborn and transformed into a human form...
He, this person who emerged from the Buddha statue, actually contracted this, and contracted this person from the belly of the Buddha statue!
It turns out that this is a large Buddha statue made of laminated ramie (this craft is now lost). It is strong, light and hollow in the middle. Qi Chi often came to Yuelin Temple to play and had already figured out this secret. Therefore, when his parents and relatives came to find him, he got wise and took advantage of the chaos to get into the belly of Sakyamuni Buddha...
Buddha protected him and easily avoided trouble.
The agreement came to the abbot again. The abbot's large and small doors were still ajar, and Zen Master Xiankuang was still sitting upright on the Zen bed, smiling knowingly at Qisi who crept in.
Without saying anything, Qi Ji took a basin of water and knelt in front of Zen Master Xiankuang. Zen Master Xiankuang skillfully wielded the razor, and the black hair on his head fell one after another...
At that time, the Buddha and 1,250 bhikkhus were living on Mount Vulture in Rajagaha.
More than ten years ago, Gapoli, the prime minister of the Indian state of Paranai, gave birth to a son. This boy was born with thirty-two physical characteristics, his whole body was purple-gold, and his expression and posture were unusual. The prime minister was very happy and invited a master who knew astronomy and geography to come and see his son.
When the master saw the child for the first time, he couldn't help but admired and said: "It's amazing that there is such a perfect body in the world! This kind of natural appearance can only be created by the special merits accumulated over the years. From now on, he will His wisdom will reach the sky, his knowledge will cover the earth, and he will surpass human beings."
The prime minister became even more excited after hearing this and asked the master to name the child.
The master said: "He is flawless, and there must be strange and abnormal phenomena occurring before and after his birth."
The prime minister nodded and said: "Originally, his mother has always been mean, but the strange thing is that since she was pregnant with this child, she suddenly became very compassionate and kind. She sympathized with the people and the poor, and always tried her best to help. Relieve them.”
The master said: "This is the son's ambition that affects the mother's behavior. According to the classic records, there was a practitioner named Maitreya in the past who was known as Daci and could give people joy. Therefore, let's call him 'Maitreya'."
Because of his peculiar appearance and the praise of the master, the reputation of little Maitreya spread throughout the country. After the king heard about it, he was very frightened and thought: That Maitreya child has perfect appearance, good fortune and wisdom, and has such a huge reputation just after he was born. When he grows up, his reputation will be far greater than mine. By then, it will be easy for him to seize my throne!
In order to prevent trouble before it happened, the king secretly planned to get rid of Maitreya before he grew up to avoid future troubles. So, when he summoned the prime minister Gapoli, he said: "I heard that you gave birth to a son with an abnormal appearance. Bring him into the palace and I want to see it."
As prime minister, Gapoli had assisted the king for many years. He knew the king's personality and mind very clearly. How could he not guess his thoughts? The baby Maitreya was carried into the palace, with absolutely no chance of survival.
Maitreya had an uncle named Bobari, who was a national preceptor in the Kingdom of Bobori. The Imperial Master Boboli was wise and knowledgeable, with special talents. There were as many as 500 disciples who followed him. In order to save his son's life, Prime Minister Gapoli secretly sent the infant Maitreya to his uncle overnight. Then, the next day, Gapoli told the king that the child had died.
So, the king put his hanging heart back into his stomach.
Uncle Boboli saw that little Maitreya was born rich, so he loved him very much, took good care of him, and raised him by his side.
Maitreya gradually grew up. As his appearance indicates, he is extremely intelligent, diligent and studious. In just a few years, he has learned all the knowledge accumulated by his uncle Boboli throughout his life, and can integrate it and use it flexibly. Seeing that his nephew had mastered all the book knowledge, Boboli decided to hold a conference for him and invite all the learned people in the country to participate to showcase Maitreya's talents.
After the date of the meeting was decided, Popoli sent a disciple to the country of Paranai to report the situation of Maitreya to his brother-in-law; secondly, he asked his brother-in-law to provide some money as expenses for the meeting.
The disciple who was delivering the letter met two wandering monks on the way and heard about the fact that the Buddha was born and taught the Dharma at Vulture Mountain in Rajagaha. However, before he could deliver the letter, he was eaten by a tiger in the forest. Because he had longed for the Buddha during his lifetime, he was reborn in the Heaven of the Four Heavenly Kings through his kind thoughts.
How did Boboli know about this incident? Until the scheduled meeting date, the disciple did not come back. He had no choice but to devote all his energy to entertaining scholars from all directions. According to traditional custom, in addition to exquisite meals, everyone who came to attend the meeting received an offering of five hundred coins.
When the meeting was about to end, a Brahmin named Lao Duocha arrived late. He said to Boboli: "I didn't make it to dinner, but I should get five hundred coins like everyone else, right?"
Boboli said very apologetically: "I'm sorry, because I didn't expect anyone to be late, so I have given away all my property."
Lao Duocha said: "You are setting up a charity meeting. If you refuse to give me charity, I will curse your head to split into seven parts within seven days. And, I know the true identity of your nephew Maitreya, I will Tell King Paranai about this."
Bobali knew that Brahmin did have a curse that was extremely effective. What's even more frightening is that if Lao Duo Chai exposes Maitreya's identity, Maitreya will also face the danger of death! Boboli was worried about his own life and that of his nephew. Boundless fear and great sorrow shrouded his body and mind, suppressing him to the point where he could not think about tea or food, could not sit still, and could not sleep peacefully.
At this time, the disciple who ascended to heaven saw the teacher's helpless condition, so he came down from the sky and told Boboli: "A narrow-minded person like Lao Duocha has not understood the most brilliant Dharma, so there is nothing to worry about." What about?"
Boboli said: "But I can't break his spell, let alone stop him from telling the truth. What should I do?"
The disciple who ascended to heaven said: "Now only the Buddha has understood the most supreme Dharma in the world. He is the most noble Dharma King. Taking refuge in him is the only right path. With the protection of the Buddha, the disaster for you and Maitreya can be eliminated." Invisible. The Buddha now lives in Rajgir, on Vulture Mountain."
