"Three years ago, when the Yellow River was diverted, and the Jingxi Road on Henan Road flooded over the rooftops, thousands of miles of households were wiped out, and thousands of monks and tenant farmers knelt down crying and shouted to beg you to reduce or reduce the land rent.
"All I saw was that hundreds of monks and soldiers, armed with sticks and knives and forks, dispersed the tenant farmers, beating them to the head and bleeding, and many of them were so badly injured that they could no longer go to the fields to farm."
"Among them is my father and mother.
There was no way, the pot could not be opened at home, and I was sold to the Shaolin Temple and exchanged for a bag of rice and a bag of noodles. ” "I thought that everyone was different from the monks and laymen, so they would add sticks together, but now since they are all monks, they must be different, but I was wrong again, it turns out that monks and monks are also different."
"What is bought is not as good as what is raised from childhood, what is raised is not as good as what is donated with money, and what is donated is not as good as being related to the abbots; The same is the novice, the one who looks at the gate is not as good as the fireman who cooks, the one who cooks is not as good as the one who holds the lamp in the Buddha hall, and the one who holds the lamp is not as good as the one who practices martial arts......"
"Like me, who stands by the gate every day, he doesn't even have a name."
"From morning till night, I was not allowed to recite sutras, I was not allowed to practice martial arts, and I was not allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion......
Ladies and gentlemen, tell me, where is fairness?
Xie Bao'er looked at the monks' gaze, making them realize for the first time that reincarnation might be true.
"But Bao'er, even so, you can't ......"
The youngest monk couldn't help but speak, it seemed that he was the only one, looking at Xie Bao'er's gaze, sympathetic and regretful.
"I didn't!
Senior Brother Xiangyan, you have always been the best to us, don't you believe me?
” "I just......
I just secretly climbed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read the book, I like the words in the book, and the taste of them......"
"Do you know the words?"
"I didn't recognize it at first.
There are only a few books, I don't know what's going on, but I can read them, I don't recognize them, but I know how to read them, and later, after reading them for a long time, I recognize more. ” The Scarlet Venerable smiled and explained, "It is also very common for Tulku to be reincarnated and born with the seal of the Dharma King. ” Xie Baoer continued: "Later, that night, I was seen by the master. ” "The master took a stick and was angry and wanted to beat me."
"I'm just wondering, am I not in a Buddhist temple?
Isn't this the place where the Buddha preached the Dharma and taught sentient beings?
Why was I being beaten so badly when I wanted to recite the sutras and study Buddhism, I was so strange at the time that I asked. ” "The master laughed, indescribably weird, he said something to me, it turned out that he was the same as me, was sold to the Shaolin Temple, he looked at the door for five years, cooked for five years, lit the lamp for five years, until thirty, before getting the opportunity to learn the scriptures and recite the Buddha."
"However, after all, he is already old, and he has learned the scriptures from scratch, and he can't understand anything, and he can't learn anywhere, so until he is fifty, he is only the lowliest monk who is in charge of a few small novices."
He smiled and said to me, this is how he survived year after year, and everything was delayed in his life, how could he make us luckier than him."
He also said, don't we Zen Buddhism pay attention to epiphany?
If you really have Huigen, why don't you show him one by one?
also let him believe that there is really a Buddha in this world. ” Then he started laughing, and finally he said it, and he finally said it, and these words were held in his heart for a long time, and he finally said them, and it was so painful!"
He looked at me with very strange eyes and said, "Bao'er, your life is so good, you can go to see the Buddha soon, and you don't have to continue to stay here and suffer like me......
I don't understand why the master said that my life is good......"
Although Xie Baoer is young, his mouth is dexterous, and he simulates his master's demeanor and tone vividly, so that others can't help but believe his words.
Speaking of this, everyone already knew that his master had murderous intent against him, and his heart was tight, but he continued- "I thought the master was going to let me go, but he still raised the stick, but the stick knocked over the oil lamp, and the oil from the oil lamp spilled on him, causing a fire, and he was in a hurry to extinguish it, and accidentally stepped on the spilled oil and slipped and fell, so his head hit the bookshelf and fainted."
"The bookshelf was knocked over like this, and the books that fell were led by the fire and oil on his body, and the other bookshelves were ignited, and they were out of control......
"I ran out to call someone, but I didn't have time after all."
The monks of the "......" were all silent, and they were not happy with the retribution of the heavenly cycle.
"Fortunately, fortunately, the reincarnation of Tulku has the blessing of my Buddha!"
For lamas, there is another explanation for this incredible.
There was silence in the mountain temple, and the more it set off the abruptness of the "fluttering" laughter on the wall.
Duguhong couldn't help it anymore, and secretly said that the planners of "Jianghu" were too spoofed, although he had never seen the picture of the monk **, just listening to the narration of others, his death by lightning on the top of Cangshan Mountain seemed so pale and powerless compared to it.
"Who?"
The people on the ground were alert when the sound was heard.
"Goo!"
The bezoar led to a bird's cry, and a whining sound came out of his throat, which at first glance sounded like the sound of a bird frightening away and flapping its wings, and the people below did not doubt it.
The empty door is the best at stealing chickens and dogs, and the ability of chickens and dogs to steal is the secret skill of the master, and it is the best.
"It's like learning!"
Dugu Hong praised.
"That's ......"
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Niu Huang said two words triumphantly, and when he saw Duguhong's expression, he suddenly understood, so he could only grit his teeth secretly, and he succeeded again.
Niu Huang Shimen Light Gong Ghost Shadow Drifting Wind is a strange art, not only because it is one of the highest level light skills limited by the rivers and lakes, but also because it is not only light skills, but also footwork, and can be hidden, and at the same time it is also an internal skill.
This is a kind of kung fu that can run infinitely in a day, regardless of the size of the week, but it is not as good as Duguhong's health sutra, and it can only reach the level of ordinary internal strength, but it is strong in that it can run anytime and anywhere, even when rushing, doing tasks, and fighting with people, and it is a cultivation of several skills at the same time, but it is not slower than others.
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