The village rested for the night and said nothing all night.
The next day, just after dawn, three men and one woman set off to the snow-capped mountain, put on a thick suit and ran to the Gongba Mountain not far away, looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, the mountain was in front of you, after walking down on two legs, two or three hours passed, Gongba Mountain was still there, it seemed that the distance had never been None of them have been shortened.
Wang Xuanzhen said: "At this time, I regret it a little, even if I am lying on that hot bed in the capital, being destroyed by an old lady who is asking for too much money night and night, I also feel that I am happier than now, the key is that this time I walked up the mountain and walked back, I may not have a chance to be destroyed."
Crippled, because of what?
Because I think it's going to ruin my life."
Xiang Que blinked his eyes with a strong desire for knowledge, and suddenly asked: "Bodhisattva, the golden wheel of the Red Sect said that you came down to the mortal world to find the reincarnated living Buddha, and you haven't found it, so just go back, there is a heavy trust?"
"Since he is reincarnated, then he must have been reincarnated" Xiang Que blinked his ignorant eyes this time: "But, what about the living Buddha?"
Dangan Dolma said, "The Buddha is already alive and there is no need to look for it anymore" Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were in the circle, and both of them had the same idea at this time, communicating with the Bodhisattva You can't do it in human language.
It's not as convenient as communicating with her in vain.
After stepping on the snow-capped mountain, the most difficult step of the journey is just beginning, the road is slippery, the snow is deep and the foot is not over the neck, the deep foot and the shallow foot step down plus the inconvenience, each step has to consume a lot of strength, the weather is cold and makes people shiver, go on like this It may take only one day to climb, but it will take at least twice as long.
In the snow-capped mountains, the white mink runs happily in the snow, this is its habitat here, far more lively than other places, the white-clothed Bodhisattva Dangan Zhuoma has been barefoot since stepping into the snow-capped mountain, wearing that white clothes, as if the weather factor is not right at all She makes any impact.
Only Cao Shanjun became more and more silent, since he stepped on the snowy mountain, he didn't say a word, and his brows were furrowed.
"It's really a pure land, a treasure land for diving" Xiang Que put his hand in front of him, looking at it from afar, at the top of the snow-capped mountain, the peak, the fall of a round of temples looms, and the golden light above the outline is faintly chanting with Buddha sounds.
"The fairyland on earth is relaxed and pleasant, but it is not suitable for ordinary people to live here, it is too boring," Wang Xuanzhen said.
At this time, Cao Shanjun, who was walking behind, suddenly stood still in a daze, and raised his head to look at the temple capped by the snow-capped mountain.
The life of the same monk is repeated in the picture.
In that life, there was no Buddha in the world, Taoism prevailed, and an ascetic monk ran around to preach the Dharma, and spent more than 60 years running around the vast land, opening the altar to preach the scriptures at every stop, and purifying all sentient beings with the Dharma, until he passed away on the road of promoting the Dharma.
There was an old monk walking alone in the wasteland that was all over the wilderness, wrapped the corpse with a straw mat and then threw the corpse out of the grave with a branch and then put the corpse into it, and then he sat cross-legged in the grave circle, reciting Buddhist scriptures Spend the soul of the dead and accumulate countless merits.
In another life, the emperor was extravagant, the subjects who were overburdened with taxes and taxes were miserable, the tyranny was raging and terrifying, the smoke of war was burning everywhere, and a monk wandered among several rebel ranks, and persuaded people to put down their butcher's knives and avoid countless deaths.
I don't know how many lives later, the world has been peaceful, and the monk went deep into prison and used Buddhism to influence a group of evil people to change their minds.
I don't know how many generations later, there were many disasters in the world, natural disasters were rampant, mountains and rivers collapsed and floods raged, and the land of China was depressed.
This is true in all generations, and there is always a monk who is either young or old and travels from place to place to use the Dharma to save people.
A few generations later, in northern Tibet, Xixia Bangma Peak Gongba Mountain.
There is a temple on the top of the peak, there are old monks in the temple, the monks are many believers who have worked tirelessly to travel thousands of miles and go up the mountain to worship, everyone prostrates on the ground and prays sincerely, before the believers, the old monks who are old have folded their hands together and raised their heads to look ahead, whispering and reciting Buddhist scriptures in the air, three days and three nights have not stopped , the sound of the Buddha is scattered in the world, but wherever there is the sound of the Buddha, there are greedy, cunning, vicious, and lewd people who repent.
On the fourth day, the old monk sat on the top of the Gongba Mountain, before his death, he still folded his hands in front of his chest, his waist was never bent and his head was not lowered, he had left a message before sitting, and his corpse was cremated and the ashes were placed in the temple It can also be scattered in various temples in the world and left as a symbol of Buddhism.
Since then, there has been a monk at the top of the mountain in every lifetime of Shisha Bangma Peak Gongba preaching the Dharma, and it has never stopped for generations, and so on and so forth.
I don't know how many generations have passed, the peak of Gongba Mountain, thousands of believers here, still pray to the monk as devout as those lives, and in this life he died after his death, and the monks in the temple put his body into the jar and then traveled all over the place for people to worship, after a hundred years, the cylinder body has been old and damaged in the transportation , but the body of the monk in the jar is still lifelike.
In that scene, the monk folded his hands, held his head high, his head never bowed or bent, and he still seemed to be living in the world.
In this life, this monk has become a flesh god Buddha.
"The so-called living Buddha lives in the world in all the world······ One life after another" Cao Shanjun suddenly bowed to the ground with his hands together, rushing to the peak of Gongba Temple, bowing three times and knocking nine times.
Getting up, Cao Shanjun walked three steps, bowed and kowtowed.
Get up, take three steps, bow and buckle again.
There is nothing more important than this in the world, three steps, one bow and one kowtow.
Wang Xuanzhen looked confused, and bowed to the lack of wood, until Cao Shanjun bowed his head while walking, and the white-clothed Bodhisattva Dangan Zhuoma said softly: "The Buddha is alive, let's go first" Immediately, Dangan Zhuoma stepped forward and passed by Cao Shanjun, who was kneeling and prostrating.
Immediately, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen looked back at Cao Shanjun behind them with shocked expressions, stunned and speechless.
After a long time, Wang Xuanzhen slapped himself and said, ", I actually once instigated a living Buddha to prostitute people, and I always tell you that I am not easy to be struck by lightning if I do it like this?"
Isn't there a saying in Buddhism, so that those who don't know are not to blame, you tell me, does the Buddha's speech count" Xiang Que paused, pursed his lips and said: "I don't know if the Buddha's words count······ But I want to ask, when did the Buddha say that."