Hui Mian also lay on the head of the old horse and listened quietly. This is an authentic Buddhist scripture. To sum up his understanding, it should talk about opening up wisdom and doing good deeds to achieve good results.
It's just that the sounds are sometimes clear and sometimes fuzzy in Hui Mian's ears, and some of them are too profound. After listening for a while, Hui Mian subconsciously turned back to look at the house over there. At the window inside the house, Yi Shuyuan had already stood up and was looking outside through the broken window hole.
In the ears of the animals near the small temple, the Buddha's voice was sometimes vague and low, sometimes slightly clearer, some were deafening, and some made their heads swell.
In Yi Shuyuan's ears, although the Buddha's voice was soft, it was very clear. Even if he was far away, he could hear every word.
"Those who behave virtuously will be able to open the door to the wonders of the world, and they will be able to observe themselves at ease, without fear or evil..." Yi Shuyuan has not done any research on Buddhism, but he feels that after listening to this sutra I can benefit a little bit, look at the animals outside the temple, and understand that they are basically not evil.
At this time, Yi Shuyuan suddenly thought of something. He looked at the sleeping coachman and remembered what he had said just before nightfall: Later, the imperial court vigorously promoted the renovation and invited the heavenly master and various masters to work together to clear the mountain. Cleaned up...
"Alas..." Even a cheerful person like Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but sigh at this moment. Although the driver did not say how long the clay Buddha had been there, Yi Shuyuan took a casual look and knew that it was definitely not a short time ago. Even though the small temple seemed to have been repaired and built not many years ago, the Buddha statue itself was definitely not as old as just a few decades. Simple.
With this clay Bodhisattva here, there must have been many good people in Yanshan at that time, and many must have been affected.
Yi Shuyuan could no longer trace what had happened in the past, so he stopped thinking about it and listened to the scriptures with some respect.
Although Yi Shuyuan never wanted to become a monk and practice Buddhism, he believed that the true Dharma had its own similarities, and listening to this sutra would be beneficial to his own immortality.
This scripture is neither long nor short, and the voice is very slow. It took about a quarter of an hour to listen to the entire text from the initial stage.
Then the sutras began to be repeated, but the Buddha's voice began to gradually become weaker and seemed unsustainable. Until this moment, Yi Shuyuan's heart suddenly dawned, and a kind of enlightenment gradually emerged.
It turns out that the Bodhisattva has passed away! Up to this moment, the Buddha's sound was very faint in Yi Shuyuan, but at least some could still be heard, but in the little animals listening to the sutra, there was no sound.
These animals sat quietly in front of the Buddha statue and did not leave immediately. They just rested beside the small temple. It wasn't until around the fourth watch that these animals started to move. The birds fluttered their wings and flew away, while the other animals moved towards the mountains one after another.
The coachman's old horse also slowly got up, walked back to the broken house, and casually threw the reins on the wooden stake.
"Creak~" The sound of the old wooden door being opened came. Hearing the sound, Lao Ma turned around and saw a Confucian scholar in blue clothes walking out of the house where his master was.
Hui Mian was still standing on Lao Ma's head. When he saw Yi Shuyuan coming out, he whispered to Lao Ma.
"This is my husband. I'm going over first. We'll talk when we have a chance!" Yi Shuyuan glanced in the direction of the broken house, and Hui Mian appeared on his shoulder like a gray light.
"It's obviously you who is talking, but it's just a snort, can it be considered chatting?" This was Yi Shuyuan's joke, while Hui Mian said it naturally.
"Sir, you sometimes imitate bird calls and chat with some birds. You also said that you are quarreling with the birds. I am obviously more mature than you!" Yi Shuyuan grinned and said nothing more, walking towards the place. In the small temple, although the scriptures have stopped, the lingering sound is still there.
In the small temple, the clay sculptures look peaceful and peaceful. After listening to the sutra, Yi Shuyuan felt something in his heart. He looked closely at the Buddha statue and peered into it, and saw that there was just a wisp of residual thoughts in it.
Yi Shuyuan didn't know why the Bodhisattva passed away, or in other words, he didn't even know whether the original clay sculpture was a true Buddhist Bodhisattva.
But at least at this moment, in Yi Shuyuan's mind, the clay Bodhisattva in the small temple is the Bodhisattva! After standing in front of the temple for a long time, Yi Shuyuan adjusted his clothes with thoughts in mind, and then bowed to the Clay Bodhisattva in the small temple.
"Hiss..." Hui Mian gasped on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. He wanted to speak out but quickly covered his mouth with his paw.
However, the imagined situation of the statue of the god being broken and the temple collapsing did not happen. The Clay Bodhisattva was still the Clay Bodhisattva, sitting in the temple and nothing happened.
Yi Shuyuan also smiled. Just as he felt in his heart, the clay Bodhisattva could bear this ceremony. Of course, he did not do it too exaggeratedly and did not dare to offer incense and bow down.
The merits in his body seemed to be faintly dispersed, and the brows of the Clay Bodhisattva in the small temple shone slightly with Buddha's light.
This Buddha's light is not obvious, not as good as a firefly in the middle of the night, but this Buddha's light is also very obvious, and it seems to make the Buddha's shadow in the Buddha statue move.
About ten breaths later, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the Buddha's light in the center of the Clay Bodhisattva's eyebrows began to spread, extending to the entire Buddha statue, as if the Clay Bodhisattva began to emit a faint light.
On the other side of the broken house, an old horse stared at the courtyard, its eyes widened, but it didn't even dare to breathe.
Hui Mian also stared at the Buddha statue intently, so Yi Shuyuan could remain relatively calm. Not long after, the Buddha's light faded away. Yi Shuyuan sensed his thoughts and took two steps back.
The next moment, a hazy figure of Buddha stood up from the sitting Buddha statue, then stepped out of the small temple, and gradually grew larger, turning into a blurry light and shadow the size of an ordinary person.
"My Buddha is so merciful that he finally allowed the poor monk to wait for the great virtuous man... Can you accept the mantle of the poor monk?" The shadow of the Buddha made a Buddhist salute to Yi Shuyuan without claiming to be a good person.
"My seat", but
"Poor monk". But Yi Shuyuan returned the favor with a different title.
"Bodhisattva, Yi respects you for saving all sentient beings, but I am a member of the Immortal Path, and my ambition is not here. It is not convenient for me to accept your mantle and practice Buddhism!"
"My Buddha is so compassionate that I finally let this poor monk wait for a great virtuous person... Can you, a kind and virtuous man, accept the mantle of a poor monk!" Buddha Shadow still said the same thing.
After Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, about a few breaths later, the Buddha's shadow bowed to him again and repeated what he had just said. It was obvious that this Buddha's shadow was just the transformation of residual thoughts and had no original consciousness.
"Sir..." Hui Mian called on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, but he didn't know what to say.
Yi Shuyuan thought for a moment and said to the Buddha shadow.
"Bodhisattva, although Yi cannot accept your mantle, I have gained something from listening to the Buddhist scriptures you preach, and I can vaguely understand the mantle you want to pass on..."
"If the Bodhisattva is willing to trust Yi, then Yi will promise to the Bodhisattva to help you find a suitable successor and pass this sutra to him with your compassionate wishes!" As if he felt the meaning of the words, he kept repeating the same words. The Buddha's shadow gradually calmed down, and after bowing to Yi Shuyuan again, the Buddha's light gradually dispersed around, dissipating in the heaven and earth in an instant.
At the end of the Buddha's light dissipated, a faint point of light flew towards him. Yi Shuyuan reached out to catch it. It was a relic with a faint light.
Yi Shuyuan stood there for a long time, looking at the relics in his hand, feeling a little complicated and filled with emotion.
With his own words, the remaining thoughts of the Buddha's shadow dispersed. This kind of lingering thoughts are actually a bit biased in the understanding of Buddhism in this world, but Yi Shuyuan does not think so.
"Sir, have you worshiped the Bodhisattva to death?" Hui Mian's voice sounded, allowing Yi Shuyuan to break through the power in one second.
"Don't say this carelessly! The Clay Bodhisattva is here just waiting for a successor. He will leave after getting a promise from me. This is because he trusts me... But now it has become my business!" Hui Bodhisattva! Mian was just shocked, but it understood as soon as Yi Shuyuan said it. Then he looked at his husband and couldn't help but worry.
"Sir, isn't that going to cause trouble? We don't understand Buddhism... Oh, sir, why don't you look bothered at all?" Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked at Hui Mian.
"Why bother? Isn't the Bodhisattva just reciting that sutra here? Maybe this is also an interesting experience and an interesting story!"
"Crack, click, click..." The sound of cracking and shattering came. Yi Shuyuan and Hui Mian both looked at the small temple. Tiny cracks had appeared on the clay Bodhisattva inside, just like traces of weathering.
But the clay sculpture did not collapse, it just returned to its original appearance.
"It seems that no matter when this Clay Bodhisattva was here, it was already a creation a long time ago." But at this moment, Yi Shuyuan looked at the small temple, but frowned again, and then looked at the Broken house.
When the man in green shirt glanced at him, the old horse panicked and immediately lowered his head to eat grass. His pretentious gesture should not be too obvious.
After a long time, the tired old horse raised his head carefully and saw that the figure of Mr. Qingshan had disappeared in front of the small temple. Looking at the direction of the door, it had also been closed.
It seemed that the man had gone back, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you looking for me?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu""The old horse shuddered and neighed out in fright, and then froze."
Yi Shuyuan walked from the side of the broken house to the old horse. Looking at the horse's face, his eyes widened and he followed him as he walked over.
"Sir, this is my friend!" Although Hui Mian is very smart, he is also very naive most of the time. I will also appreciate the kindness of others who are kind to me.
Although Lao Ma was wary of Xiao Diao at first, he went to call Hui Mian just before the listening session, and Hui Mian could feel this simple kindness.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. All things are alive and sentient beings are sentient. Once your spiritual wisdom is enlightened, you are sentient beings. If you hold your heart towards goodness and practice righteously, there is a righteous path, and cultivating demons is also a righteous path." With that said, Yi Shuyuan stretched out his hand close to the old horse and held it close to the old horse. She put her hand on his forehead and stroked it gently.
A sense of calm made Lao Ma feel at ease, and his nervous spirit relaxed. He chewed the remaining fodder in his mouth and allowed Yi Shuyuan to touch himself.
"Do you know those people who are listening to the scriptures together?" Lao Ma snorted, hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
Yi Shuyuan smiled.
"Okay, then you and Hui Mian go to the mountain together and tell your friends that the Bodhisattva is about to leave. Tomorrow night I will interpret the scriptures for you on behalf of the Bodhisattva. From now on, there will be no Buddhist scriptures here. Go! "Yi Shuyuan patted Lao Ma. The spiritual sense in the latter's heart could clearly feel the strangeness of the person in front of him at this moment. Coupled with the scene in front of the small temple he had just seen, he understood something even more vaguely.
"Pfft~~~" Lao Ma groaned and nodded, walking out of the broken house, while Hui Mian jumped from Yi Shuyuan's shoulder to Lao Ma's head.
"Don't be playful. Although Yanshan is not too vast, it is not small either. Go quickly and come back quickly."
"Yes! Let's go!" Hui Mian responded to Yi Shuyuan, patted the horse's head with his tail, and then the old horse jumped out from the fence and ran towards the mountain.
