Miluotian.
Layers of hidden spaces.
A Taoist temple is hidden deep in the clouds, with a corner exposed. You can clearly see it, and you want to get closer, but you can never find it or enter.
When Guanyin Bodhisattva comes here, he stops moving forward.
Even if she has overwhelming magical power and magical powers, she would not dare to make a mistake at this time.
She knew that this place looked simple, but if she wanted to force her way in, no matter how powerful she was, she might not be able to escape unscathed.
"Uncle Wan'an, I have entered a state of trance. I don't care about worldly affairs and don't see outsiders."
Just when Guanyin Bodhisattva was about to open the door, a little guy with pink and jade sculptures jumped out. He saluted and sang from a distance. His words were full of childlike innocence, but his rejection was obvious.
"Tong Saoxia, senior brother is so unkind, why don't you even see me?" A look of loneliness appeared on Guanyin's face.
Ever since that encounter, there has been a deep disconnect between the brothers, as if the deep friendship that existed for countless years in the past has never existed before.
However, everyone has his own ambitions.
The paths are different, and some things are just a matter of personal choice, not right or wrong.
Why can't he understand?
"Before I entered samadhi, I gave you an instruction. If an old friend comes to visit, just say three words back."
"What three words?"
Guanyin was surprised.
"have no idea!"
The boy who swept the clouds replied with three words in a serious manner, then tore off a piece of clouds and bit it in his mouth like a snack. The bites made a crunching sound, and he skipped back to the temple with great satisfaction. .
"I don't know, I don't know..."
"Could it be that he really intervened in this incident? It's not right. After so many years, if he wanted to intervene, he would have intervened long ago, so there is no need to hide it."
Guanyin Bodhisattva thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to turn around and leave.
Naturally, Yunxia Temple was not allowed to trespass without permission. Even if the boy Saoxia was in front of her, she never thought of holding him back and asking more questions.
Even though the boy seems young, in fact, this is the magic weapon that made Brother Guangcheng famous. It not only sweeps away the clouds and fixes the three flowers, it can also damage the soul and soul, and injure the opponent. It is extremely powerful.
Buddhism is indeed about to flourish, and Taoism is retreating.
But that doesn't mean that Buddhism can defeat Taoism. It's just that those people no longer buck the trend and don't want to do more useless work.
Back then, he was the senior brother, and he was still much stronger than me. After so many years, he had made great progress, so how could the other party not make progress as well.
I just don’t know, have you seen that road?
How far have you gone?
"This matter can only end here. It is unnecessary to insist on a clear explanation. Just let the Dragon Subduing Arhat keep a close eye on it to prevent any more accidents."
She came here in high spirits and returned in bad spirits. Suddenly she remembered what Tathagata Buddha said before her ancestors.
"Can this matter have some causal connection with Crouching Tiger Arhat?"
Thinking of this, the cloud light turned and arrived in the southwest of Jiangzhou. I saw a temple, turned into light and fell to the ground, turning into a monk sweeping the floor.
Sweep away the fallen leaves and sweep away the dust.
It also sweeps away the worries in my heart.
Then, I saw a little guy sweeping the floor.
The little guy was about five or six years old, with a red face and white teeth, and a gentle and pleasant expression. But when he swept to a step, he suddenly stopped, put down the broom, bent down, gently picked up an ant, and put it down. He held it in the palm of his hand, carried it to the ant nest under the tree next to him, and put it down again.
The pious and compassionate expression on his face makes people's hearts beat.
"Little guy, why are you doing this?"
Although Guanyin Bodhisattva incarnates as an old monk, he still has a natural majesty and solemnity that makes people feel compelled to answer and speak out what is on their mind willingly.
Of course she knew who the little guy in front of her was.
Back then, it was she who personally took action to make the other person reincarnate, and when he reached adulthood, the movement would start and everything would start.
"Master taught us that all sentient beings in the world of mortals, whether they are ants, insects, moths, tigers, leopards or wolves, are pitiful and pitiable. The ocean of suffering is difficult to cross. The Buddha Dharma is boundless. If you can take care of them, take care of them."
"Is this what your master taught you? What else did he say?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva was slightly dazed.
This is actually very correct. Buddha said it, and she also said it, and she always advocated it, calling on the world to follow it as one, and preaching the equality of all living beings.
But an idea is just an idea. How many people can actually do it?
This was supposed to be a rebellious and truth-seeking Buddhist who dared to question and resist.
However, now he has become a pedantic papaya, following what others say, and he no longer has any spirituality.
Perhaps, this is the best ending for him.
Just believe in Buddhism.
It takes so much thinking and doing.
Everyone wants to be a Buddha, so where will the Buddha go?
Guanyin Bodhisattva nodded and smiled, feeling somewhat satisfied.
Monk Faming did a great job.
What did Buddha mean by that sentence, and where is the pull of cause and effect?
"Master also taught me some physical skills, saying that they are to strengthen my will and not be afraid of dangers. I will have to fetch water later. Monk, I won't tell you anymore. I want to finish the steps first."
The steps are long and numerous, hundreds of them in total.
Guanyin Bodhisattva leaned on the broom and looked at it quietly for a while. When he saw the beads of sweat flowing down the little guy's face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he disappeared in a flash.
It never seems to happen.
After a while, a serious-faced old monk walked over slowly, holding rosary beads in his hand. He looked up at the place where the sweeping monk had appeared before. A golden light flashed in his eyes, and his brows furrowed.
"Is this a test, or are you really suspicious? All traces have been cut off, and there is no flaw in this body, but you still can't hide it?"
Of course, the other party was obviously just a little suspicious and didn't think much about it.
What's more, I didn't expect that today's monk Faming is no longer the reincarnation of the original Arhat Crouching Tiger.
However, this sign is obviously very bad.
Be more careful when doing things in the future.
There is a lot of power.
The strength is too strong.
You can never be too cautious.
"Master, did I answer well before?"
The little guy threw the broom away and wiped the hot sweat from his forehead. He trampled a nest of ants to death on the steps. He felt that the monk's shoes were a little dirty. He rubbed them on the steps a few more times. He ran over happily and asked as if offering a treasure. road.
"Okay, that's very clever. I'll kill a tiger later and roast a few more kilograms of tiger meat for you to eat."
Yang Lin praised.
He really felt that the little Tang Seng had given a good answer before, and he had given a lifelike interpretation of the image of a little ascetic.
Even if the Bodhisattva has the wisdom of the heavens and the seven exquisite orifices, he would never have imagined that a child under six years old would have the courage to play her.
Moreover, the acting was so natural and without any fuss.
"No, I didn't show up before, and I didn't remind you, so why did you realize that something was wrong with the sweeping monk?"
"It's very simple. I recognized all the 783 big and young monks in the temple. I even remembered a few hairs on their faces. Suddenly a strange monk came. He looked very impressive. He must be from the top. Someone is coming from the world."
The little Tang Seng replied matter-of-factly.
"It's not wrong to think so."
Yang Lin sighed.
The little Tang Seng who has not been taught bad things is actually very talented. Not only does he have a photographic memory, but he can also draw inferences from one instance and know ten things from one thing.
I stimulated his nature and taught him to be so smart. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.
As the ancients said, deep love will not last long, and extreme wisdom will be damaged.
I hope that one day he will understand the truth behind hiding one's clumsiness.
In fact, under the general trend, sometimes it is better to be confused.
