"Dad, this donkey cart goes so slowly, why did you choose it?"
In a donkey cart, a childish child got out of the cart. He turned around and asked his father in confusion, but he only received a nonchalant response from the adults.
"My dear son, don't look down on this donkey cart. I remember when Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty personally conquered the Liao Dynasty, but was defeated in the Gaoliang River. At this time, he was injured by an arrow in his buttocks and could not ride his horse, so he had to escape hastily in a donkey cart. The army pursued Taizong as far as Zhuozhou, but failed to catch up with him, so they stopped pursuing him. In my opinion, Song Taizong was able to escape safely from the battlefield, and the donkey cart was really indispensable."
Amidst the casual words, several light two-wheeled carts came. The donkeys pulling the carts walked slowly, turning their heads from time to time to stare at the green hay on the fields, completely ignoring the rugged mountain road.
The cold wind whistled across the mountain road, also attacking the cheeks of the passengers. The car curtain was opened, and a man of medium height and three strands of beard was seen dressing up outside. He was not sitting down with the hood of the car to protect him from the wind and sun, and kept looking up. Check whether there are any cornices in the distance.
The child listened in a daze, but as he spoke, he suddenly pointed in front and clapped his hands: "Dad, look, are you at the Sittan Temple?"
Several corner eaves were vaguely visible, and the officer immediately became energetic and whipped his whip to urge the donkey cart to move forward. Fortunately, the donkey was a hard-working donkey at this time. Horses would not have been able to withstand the wind and rain during these two days. As soon as the whip goes down, I will already give up my hooves.
The anxious officer ordered his servant to park the donkey cart, then hurriedly took his son into the main hall of the mountain gate, and reported his surname as Tang. The newly appointed Zhaoke monk led the two people in without saying much. There were many monks walking along the way to guide them, pointing them to the Fayun Pavilion where the scriptures were stored at one stop after another. They completely merged with the bustling crowd. Make a place.
People like Tang Yuanwai who come here day and night are like crucian carp crossing the river on the mountain. Today, even if they sleep in the open air, they have to rush to this 20-year Dharma meeting, and they also have to meet eminent monks from Han and Tibetan areas. This meeting What a spark the collision created.
"Come on, come on, there's still room here!"
Tang Yuanwai held his son's hand tightly and moved to a position with a slightly wider view, just in time to see the magnificent Fayun Pavilion. He quickly called his son over, "Twenty years ago, dad and I were only about the same age. Not a few years older than you now, your grandfather also brought me to see it. That Dharma conference was really wonderful, but it's a pity that things have changed, and the grass on his grave is taller than yours."
The past events were still vivid in his mind. Tang Yuanwai was talking nonsense, but the youngest son beside him listened disapprovingly. His eyes were always looking around, as if he was planning to slip out at any time to have fun. In his heart, instead of watching the old monk bickering, he was at this moment. I even want to study those ferocious statues of heavenly kings in detail.
Tang Yuanwai didn't care about this. Some things always have to be stained with traces of the past to make people feel familiar and friendly, with an inexplicable sense of mission.
During the Ming Dynasty, Yunnan was both a remote land and a famous smog-infested area. There were many people who were exiled and sent to Yunnan. Moreover, among the criminals who were exiled or exiled in Yunnan, there were many important court officials, wealthy businessmen, and literati. A poet and a skilled craftsman.
These people were filled with sorrow in a foreign land, so they often gathered in the jungle of Buddhist temples. They listened to familiar scriptures in exchange for some comfort, so that they could remember that they were in a different land and in the same sky. Over time, the temple culture became a unique thing that differentiated the local Han from the barbarians. Culture has also made this famous Jizu Mountain a "Buddha Kingdom in the sky and a city in the earth".
At this time, in Fayun Pavilion, there were two rows of futons separated by the road, and two monks were sitting opposite each other, minding their own business with their heads bowed and chanting sutras.
On the left side of Fayun Pavilion are five old monks of different sizes but with the same ancient appearance.
They wear Vairocana crowns that represent the wisdom of the five Buddhas. Only eminent monks or abbots and abbots with higher spiritual practices are qualified to wear them. Obviously, their status is unusual. The four old monks in broad robes and large sleeves have clear bones, and only Abbot Hongbian is placed in the center. They are the four famous quiet masters on Jizu Mountain.
On the right side of Fayun Pavilion, there are five young lamas with strong and vigorous figures, their monk's robes slanted on their shoulders.
The four people on the side are wearing Thousand Buddha crowns, their eyes are very bright, their noses are high, their eyes are deep, their skin is dark and they are not like Han people. They are wearing long cassocks made of yellow cloth cut into strips and sewn into strips. These are monks worshiping Buddha and alms. The tops worn on occasions such as giving lectures, listening to scriptures, attending ritual gatherings, etc., make you look confident at this time.
Only the man in the middle is handsome and handsome, and his skin is crystal clear and fair. His appearance is more similar to that of the Han people. His modest and courteous attitude can't help but make people feel good. Only the black hat with gold wire on his head is enough to show the difference in status. Ordinary dignity.
Abbot Hongbian glanced at it and understood that this gold-rimmed black hat, which originated from the living Buddha Karmapa of the Karmapa Kagyu sect, was given by Mengge Khan during the second Karmapa, who was also the Dharma King of Miaobao. An unchanging symbol that has been handed down to this day, and the new King of Mystical Treasures in front of him is so young!
"Amitabha, the Black Hat Dharma King is here with the four benefactors and protectors. It is a great honor for Sittan Temple. Today, the old monks have reopened a pavilion to welcome the distinguished guests. I hope the Dharma King will not hesitate to come!"
Abbot Hongbian was secretly surprised. He originally thought that although there were stories of the reincarnation of various Dharma kings in Tibet, they were just using the convenience of aristocratic families to train disciples. No matter how talented this new Dharma King was, They may not be the opponents of old guys like me. But now it was just a face-to-face meeting, and even Hongbian himself could notice that the other party's cultivation was quite good, which was obviously far beyond his expectations.
"It is auspicious for Abbot Hongbian. The young monk only went up the mountain for two things. The first is to visit the Venerable Kassapa's dojo and go to Huashou Rock to pay homage in person; the second is to discuss Buddhism with the great monks and resolve the knots formed many years ago. cause and effect."
The young Dharma King Miaobao said calmly and slowly scanned the entire audience. His eyes were black and reddish like a green lotus flower, and his loud voice was as loud and clear as the sound of a heavenly drum. I enter the state of samadhi without any confusion, and I have no intention of embarrassing you. I believe that all the abbots are kind-hearted and will not turn away the young monk."
"Amitabha, the Dharma King Miaobao is so pious and solemn. The old monk admires him so much that he will not refute his kindness. Why don't we stay here for now and wait for the wind and dust to be washed away in a pavilion, and then the old monk will personally lead him up the mountain."
Abbot Hongbian showed a solemn smile and expressed that he was also happy to open the door to convenience. He speculated that the other party also felt that there was little chance and therefore wanted to reconcile. If he could take this opportunity to resolve the twenty-year dispute, he would be happy to do so.
But who would have thought that the handsome and handsome Dharma King Miaobao grinned and said to several old monks: "There is still a lot of time before sunset. The Han people say that it is better to choose a day than to hit it. Why not study Buddhism as usual first? To show sincerity?"
Fayun Pavilion suddenly fell into silence again, and Abbot Hongbian, who was in the lead, even looked embarrassed.
The number of people coming outside the venue was still increasing. At this time, Tang Yuanwai discovered that in addition to two rows of monks, there was also a seat covered by green curtains. A figure could not be seen clearly in it, but the way was blocked by several fierce-looking soldiers. .
"Oh, could it be that the person sitting high over there is Princess Pingxi?"
If half of the people present today came to worship the Buddha sincerely, the other half probably came just to see the beauty of Princess Pingxi.
The Jizu Mountain Dharma Assembly held once every twenty years is not only a collision of Chinese and Tibetan Buddhism, but also an assessment of the influence of the two by the Mu family, in order to check and balance each other. But now that the Mu family has been controlled by Prince Pingxi's palace, the right to act as referee naturally falls on the emerging forces. Princess Pingxi, who has come from afar, has naturally become a guest.
Of course, these things are not so straightforward. At least the flags currently displayed by Pingxi Palace are still designed to consider both sides to see who is more suitable to hold the "Great Offering to Heaven Prayer Ceremony".
"Dad, why don't they talk?"
An impatient question from a child rang out, causing the surrounding people to look sideways. Suddenly, Officer Tang found out that it was his son who was grabbing his clothes and saying in confusion, and then he quickly touched his son's head and looked at the people next to him to apologize.
"Shh, daddy will tell you in detail when we get back..."
It is inconvenient to mention this matter, because most people who come to Jizu Mountain also know that it not only involves the origin disputes between Chinese and Tibetan Buddhism, but also involves many grievances and entanglements over the past forty years.
Forty years ago at the Dharma Assembly, the 10th Dharma King Miaobao subdued the Mu family and all the monks, and took away the Black Dragon Pond Liberation Forest. Fortunately, there was no Zen master with profound Buddhist teachings who turned the tide and led the monks to stop at Jizu Mountain. Steady footing, this stopped the trend of consecutive defeats.
However, before the Dharma Conference twenty years ago, Benwu Zen Master became ill due to overwork and passed away to achieve the ultimate bliss. For a time, people in Jizu Mountain were panicked and at a loss. Success was accomplished in one fell swoop, and at the end of the matter, Abbot Hongbian, who was newly appointed as the abbot of Xitan Temple, came up with a not-so-glorious solution——
Abbot Hongbian knew that if he really wanted to compete with Buddhism, no one on Jizu Mountain could match him. However, the other party came from Kangzang day and night, and because he underestimated the enemy and was arrogant and stayed at Mu's house to preach, he would be exhausted when he came up the mountain. He proposed that both parties go up to the high platform at the entrance of Sidtan Temple and question the differences between the Mithun Buddhist dharma practiced by both parties to see whose dharma is more direct to liberation.
Abbot Hongbian and the tenth Miaobian performed on the stage. They were exposed to the wind and sun on the high platform and exchanged words day and night. In the end, Abbot Miaobian fell from the high platform due to lack of physical strength, causing him to return home defeated. The abbot was almost dying, and only then was he unanimously praised and recognized by the temples in Jizu Mountain.
However, this matter was done in an unethical manner, and it made the old Fa Wang even more worried. Not long after he returned to Tibet, he fell ill and died of depression, which eventually became a knot that the two parties could not resolve.
"Amitabha, the old monk made a mistake when he was young and energetic. He didn't know that the old monk would end up depressed because of it. He has been chanting sutras and praying for many years, but he still feels extremely guilty in his heart..."
Abbot Hongbian had no choice but to lower his profile, not wanting his personal grudges to interfere with his official duties. However, the hatred between the two sides, both public and private, cannot be resolved with a few words. No matter how much you say now, it will not help. King Miaobao chose to accumulate strength today and start over again, and Abbot Hongbian is ultimately powerless.
But who would have thought that the handsome and handsome Dharma King Miaobao smiled dullly: "The monk misunderstood, I have no intention of coming to seek revenge. Our Dharma King of the Karma Kagyu Sect has been reincarnated from generation to generation. As long as Bodhi is immortal, we can transcend reincarnation." , now the incarnation has reappeared, just because he came with a wish, and the young monk proposed to study Buddhism just to complete the unfinished agreement back then."
The four masters of Jingzu Mountain were all surprised. They didn't know why the young monk in front of him was so carefree. He actually threw away the excuses he got and replaced them with a light argument. He seemed to have no intention at all. Think about what happened back then.
Abbot Hongbian was also confused by the other party's attitude. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, so he simply said it openly.
"Amitabha, according to Dharma King's opinion, how should we compete in today's Dharma Assembly?"
The art of war remains unchanged in response to all changes. Abbot Hongbian offered to let the other side take the lead, and Dharma King Miaobao also said calmly: "The twelve causes and conditions in the world are intertwined. Once ignorance is eliminated, there will be no other causes and effects." , the young monk proposes to study the Dharma, just to improve his cultivation, not because he likes to argue with words."
The posture of His Holiness Miaobao was extremely respectful, as if he were a Confucian disciple, talking about his thoughts.
"The Zen Master Baizhang in Han Dynasty once said that 'not arguing about right and wrong is the liberation', but the Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha himself was very good at debating, and used the method of debating to tame and convert many heretics such as Changzhao Brahma. At that time, Xuanzang When the master was seeking Dharma in India, he also attended the Dharma gathering held by King Harsha in Qunv City. For eighteen days in a row, no one could argue with him. As a result, Master Xuanzang was revered as the "Heaven of Liberation" by the Hinayana people and as the "Heaven of Liberation" by the Mahayana people. 'Mahayana heaven'."
"It can be seen that the words of Buddhist disciples should not only stay away from the arguments and dramas in the world that have nothing to do with liberation, but also use words to refute the wrong views of heretics and establish the correct views of Buddhism. The young monk knows that the dispute over words is like fetching water from a bamboo basket. The right path is to uphold the precepts, listen to the Dharma, and practice diligently until sentient beings are saved. Why not today we eliminate confusion and karma for the pilgrims outside the temple, preach the Dharma widely, and the one who offers the most flowers in one hour is the winner."
The four Jingzhus and Abbot Hongbian looked at each other. The conclusion of their earlier secret talks was that the new 11th Dharma King was inexperienced and his Buddhist practice was not high. Therefore, if there was a fight, he should do the opposite of what he had done in the past. They turned to Buddhist theory to defeat the opponent, but did not expect that the opponent would fall into a trap. The five old monks in Jizu Mountain couldn't help but look at each other.
"Don't worry, the senior monks. This Dharma discussion can be divided into three sessions. Today, the junior monks will present the questions, next time the senior monks will present the questions, and the last time, the royal nobles will present the questions. Only in this way can it be considered fair and fair. just."
Dharma King Miaobao said with confidence, without any fear of thorns and bumps in the road, easily turning what outsiders thought would be a vicious fight to the death into a grand Buddhist exchange.
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The format of the Dharma Assembly was finalized. As the home court of Abbot Hongbian, Sidtan Temple was supposed to handle the challenge. However, Dharma King Miaobao expressed that he wanted to discuss matters with all five people, so it became a contest between the five people from Jizu Mountain and Dharma King Miaobao held a banquet and gave lectures together.
The monks of Xitan Temple quickly opened the dusty halls, arranged the venue, and distributed flowers to the pilgrims in the temple. Then Abbot Hongbian and others put on their robes and climbed to the altar, facing the gathered people. The pilgrims began to preach.
Han Buddhism does not emphasize debate, so there are not many people who specialize in eloquence. Among these people, only Hongbian has studied Buddhism with Master Benwu Zen Master for many years. He has many talents and excellent eloquence. Once he opens his mouth, he is like a fairy. They are all two sentences facing each other, and they come and go as a result of each other. If someone suddenly asks a question in the audience, the answers will be in harmony with each other, reflecting each other. In the end, all the treatment between the two sides has been eliminated, and there is nothing else to talk about, leaving only Go straight to your heart.
Abbot Hongbian's reputation spread far and wide in the local area. More and more people were listening to the Dharma in the main hall. The pilgrims smiled one after another and placed the flowers they were given at the feet of Abbot Hongbian. Soon there were more than half a crowd. high.
The Dharma King Miaobao, accompanied by four philanthropists and protectors, was not in a hurry to start the lecture. He first browsed the four halls, but stood opposite Hongbian and did not speak for a long time. He listened to the other party's explanation with interest and nodded frequently. .
I saw him first listening to Abbot Hongbian's sermons for a while and then speaking words of praise.
"At the Lingshan meeting that year, Sakyamuni Tathagata was picking up flowers, and Venerable Kassapa was smiling. The Buddha said with golden words: I have the eye of righteousness, the wonderful heart of Nirvana, the reality is formless, the subtle Dharma door, no written words, and the teachings are passed down to outsiders. I will teach you. He Kassapa. Look at the teachings of this great monk who speaks provocatively and transcends the Miton stereotypes. He is worthy of being a member of the ashram of Kassapa, the founder of Jizu Mountain. He really has the heart to hold flowers and smile."
Having said that, Dharma King Miaobao walked out of the main hall, abandoned the Dharma altar prepared by Sittan Temple, stayed away from the pilgrims who had already gathered like a forest, and began to walk leisurely in the vast and magnificent buildings of Sittan Temple. He made a pointing gesture.
There are so many pilgrims in Sidtan Temple today that the Mahavira Hall cannot accommodate them all. Those pilgrims who cannot squeeze into the Mahavira Hall and cannot hear the sermon clearly. Seeing the unique behavior of His Holiness Miaobao, they begin to follow him one or two. I want to see what's different about the other person.
Soon, the four mighty and majestic Psalms and Protectors quietly disappeared, leaving only the young Dharma King Miaobao walking alone. He naturally started chatting with the nearest pilgrims. His speech was in extremely standard Chinese. He is more like a Central Plains person than the locals, and the topics of communication are also varied.
Tang Yuan, who had difficulty in moving with his child, was a few steps late and failed to catch up with the Mahavira. At this time, he was surrounding the Dharma King Miaobao and listening to his chat. He felt that the eminent monk in front of him was like a spring breeze, but he seemed to be too down-to-earth and unlikeable. Abbot Hongbian is so enigmatic and full of Zen wisdom and mysterious philosophy.
While thinking wildly, Tang Yuanwai suddenly noticed that His Majesty Miaobao was looking at him. He raised his hand and said lightly: "Good man, you are fine. Why don't you grow a beard after not seeing him for so many years?"
When Tang Yuanwai heard this, he froze on the spot and looked stupidly at the young Dharma King Miaobao in front of him. He suddenly let go of his son's hand, but let the child run out quietly.
His memory was suddenly a little confused at this moment. For a while, he saw the scene of crowds in front of him, and for a while, he returned to the same sunny day twenty years ago——
Back then, his father took him to Sittan Temple to listen to the Dharma. The two of them had a quarrel at the door about growing a beard. His father believed that he should have a decent personality now that he was married, but Tang Yuanwai insisted that there was nothing inconvenient about growing a beard. necessary.
The two became more and more quarrelsome, and almost parted ways. At this time, an old lama passed by the door and casually relieved the furious old father, which also left a very deep impression on Yuan Tang.
After that, his father never asked him to grow a beard again, so except for a few old servants around him, it was impossible for anyone else to know about this. But why did the lama in front of him mention this as if he was reunited after a long separation? Could it be that the Dharma King in front of me is really a reincarnated eminent monk...
"His Holiness! His Holiness! Why do you recognize me? Is there really reincarnation in this world?"
As soon as Tang Yuanwai wanted to step forward to ask, he was already pushed to the side by others. The other party also smiled without any sullenness, and just said something unclear, "I advise you not to use too much force in whipping the donkey."
Someone was curious about the black hat with gold threads on his head. Why did the black threads actually emit golden light? The Karmapa took off his hat indifferently and raised his hand to show it to the person.
"This black hat is a magic weapon sent by the gods through the wisdom dakinis and the gods of Shangle."
Using this topic, His Holiness Miaobao naturally talked about his family inheritance, and talked about the customs and customs of Kangzang. Everyone was fascinated and surrounded him under the Bibolo tree. Don't want to disperse.
Such subtle and mysterious words were not accidental. The more the pilgrims talked with him, they all felt that what the other party said was simple, but it contained profound Buddhist principles. It was obviously the same ordinary family saying, combined with the right timing and tone in his mouth. , voice, can produce such a wonderful effect.
Seeing more and more people gathered, His Holiness Miaobao slowly stood up from under the Bibolo tree, and then walked deeper into the mountain road of Sidan Temple. His ability to preach and spread the Dharma with his words had spread like wildfire among the pilgrims. As we walked, more and more people poured in from outside the mountain gate. At this time, more and more people were following the Dharma King Miaobao, but because he didn't stop, there were no flowers available, so pilgrims followed him around with flowers in hand, which became a common practice.
At this time, the Dharma King Miaobao has changed from the humble to the macro, and the content of his sermon has also changed to spreading the good path. He took papermaking as an example and told the pilgrims that all living beings have Buddha nature. However, having Buddha nature is not a Buddha, just like sandalwood and straw are not Paper, ordinary people are still ordinary people with gross body and mind. If you want to practice and become a Buddha, you must gradually transform your gross body into the most subtle body and mind, so that you can enjoy the superior methods.
He said that there are countless differences in cultivation methods depending on the physical and mental strength of each person. It is not possible to be reborn in bliss simply by reciting Amitabha Buddha at home. The Buddha was born three thousand years ago and preached the Dharma for forty-nine years. He first preached the Avatamsaka Sutra, which talked about how the fifty-first-level Bodhisattvas advanced to become Buddhas. However, sentient beings have different abilities. Some sentient beings can understand it, while others cannot accept it. Therefore, preaching the Avatamsaka Sutra cannot ultimately enlighten the Buddha's original mind. Therefore, the Buddha had no choice but to follow the instructions of all sentient beings and follow the instructions. Only then did he pass on different teachings, big and small. , many different methods.
"Come into my door, and I will teach you the method of convenience to all sentient beings."
Dharma King Miaobao walked neither fast nor slow, and led everyone to the door of a long-abandoned hall. He nodded slightly when he saw the tightly locked appearance outside, and was about to open the chain and push the door in.
At this time, Tang Yuanwai, who was listening intoxicated behind him, looked up and saw the dilapidated plaque and was sweating coldly. He quickly reminded: "His Holiness, wait a minute, you cannot enter the Three Holy Temples! It is said that it is haunted once it gets dark!"
But Dharma King Miaobao smiled slightly, and the four praisers and protectors quietly appeared, opened the courtyard door, and led everyone into the courtyard that was overgrown with grass and moss.
"How can there be ghosts in the Sidtan Temple dedicated to the Three Jewels of Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha? In my opinion, the only demons that can be created in the temple are demons such as the demons of the sixth heaven in the desire realm, the demons of the five aggregates, the demons of troubles, and the demons of life and death. Only fifty Only evil spirits will pester Buddhist disciples endlessly. Learning Buddhism is the art of subduing demons, so why should we avoid it?"
The broken and mottled statues of the Three Huayan Saints stand in the temple, and the traces of time are quietly appearing all around. The Dharma King Miaobao walks, walks, sits and lies with majestic appearance, and his voice is loud and clear, making people unconsciously forget the fear caused by the strange news in the temple. disturbed.
Pilgrims soon filled the hall. They found that the Three Holy Temples were dilapidated and small, making it inconvenient to listen to the Dharma. So they started to clean up the ruins of the Dali Temple and moved the waste stones. Even the stone lions and elephants at the door were washed away, clearing out a space for listening. The place of law.
An hour passed quietly, and the sky gradually became dark. The four masters of tranquility in Jizu Mountain first found Abbot Hongbian.
The previous statement in the Main Hall attracted a crowd of guests, and the mountains of flowers were almost as tall as people. It was far better than the performance of the other Jingzhu, so they naturally regarded it as a magic weapon to win. At this time, the pilgrims dispersed without a trace, leaving only a young man talking in a low voice with the anxious Abbot Hongbian, but no trace of the Dharma King Miaobao was found.
The four of them then walked up the mountain and found that on the narrow mountain path of Sidtan Temple, people kept climbing up the low walls to peek inside. The three holy temples, which were originally deserted and dilapidated, were also crowded with people, just to see the wonderful treasures. The Dharma King's shoulders are perfect and sublime, and he hears a sound of Sanskrit sound that is full and perfect, like the sound of a heavenly drum.
At this time when the sun was setting over the mountains, the place where His Majesty Miaobao was still crowded and crowded with people, even the courtyard walls and trees were covered with people, and they were still throwing flowers and branches in their hands. The flowers piled up around him turned into a sea of flowers that could bury him!
Abbot Hongbian also came to the Three Huayan Temple. The crowd that had been lingering for a long time subsided slightly at this time. The Dharma King Miaobao was sitting upright among them and singing sutras in a subdued voice. The accompaniment of , Zi, Gang and Dong started, and the sound seemed to reach the top of Lingjiu Mountain.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that Dharma King's Dharma is so profound. It's the monks who lost."
Abbot Hongbian came to the Dharma King Miaobao and sighed. He frowned and looked at the dim light around him. He seemed to have sensed some uneasy atmosphere and wanted a few people to leave quickly. "Yi Nexuan has already arranged a banquet. Please invite the Dharma King and his entourage." We will go to the dangerous cliff to attend the grand event together, and the royal scriptures will be presented together."
The rich and handsome Dharma King Miaobao continued to recite sutras. It was not until the sutras came to an end that he woke up from his wandering vulture state, stood up and spoke to Abbot Hongbian.
"How can the young monk dare to disobey the great monk's great intentions? It's just a pity that this solemn palace is so abandoned. It's better to give it to the young monk to live in these days, which is convenient and quiet, but there are many monasteries to live in."
Seeing that Abbot Hongbian wanted to politely refuse, Dharma King Miaobao stood up straight, walked to the other party, and whispered in a low voice: "The master promised more than one scripture back then, and now the young monk has come to get it in person. All grudges can be let go, but I still ask the great monk to bring the scriptures."
Abbot Hongbian's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the same horrified look that he had before, just like any other member of the Tang Dynasty.
"The Dharma King's illusory body and light have clearly been cultivated to an incredible level, but he still came here to seek Dharma this time - let's talk about these old events in Yiganxuan..."
Seeing the serene and peaceful face of Dharma King Miaobian, Hongbian's gray beard trembled slightly, as if he had thousands of words, but they were finally cut off by the closed teeth. He turned to look at the four great quiet masters of Jizu Mountain who were full of doubts, and let out a long sigh.
