"Senior Brother Miaochen, you should drink the tea!" Xiao Hua said with a smile, "Otherwise, the young monk said it, the senior brother will spray the tea again!"

Miao Chen was slightly slackened and hurriedly wanted to swallow the tea, but as he was about to swallow it, he suddenly understood, "Puff..." It was exactly the same as Xiao Hua expected, Miao Chen's tea spewed out again, and Miao Chen shouted in an absolutely incredible voice, "What did you say? Cihui... was Cihui acknowledging the Bodhisattva Buddha Fruit? This... the bell of the Buddha Fruit Ten Thousand Temples ringed for him?"

Xiao Hua smiled and shook his head, and with a move of his hand, the water splashes all over the sky fell into his hands. As Xiao Hua flicked his finger, the water droplets flew out of the Zen room again. Xiao Hua's voice sounded faintly: "Okay, it was Senior Brother Cihui who attained the fruit, which is said to be the Buddha fruit of Manjushri Bodhisattva of Namo!"

"Grandma! How is that possible! This little monk..." Speaking of this, Miao Chen realized that at this time, Cihui was already Manjushri Bodhisattva in Leiyin Temple, and he could only discuss it himself. He hurriedly put his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, Namo Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva, forgives the disciples' great disrespectful sins."

"Amitabha, so that's it!" The old monk Yongzhong said the Buddha's name and sighed slightly, "No wonder the abbot looks like he is a hundred years old. Back then, the abbot debated Buddhism with Cihui, and praised Cihui for his deep roots and was a rare junior disciple in my Pure Land world! Who would have thought that in just a few years, people would have attained the Bodhisattva Buddhahood. If the abbot is...ah, it would be better not to mention it!"

Xiao Hua smiled and said, "As far as my disciple knows, Cihui's cultivation in this life is a bit loose, at best, at the realm of Ming Ting. He has only obtained the merits of his previous life, and then he has achieved the fruit of his simple enlightenment. Isn't Zen Master Nirvana not unaware of these, right?"

"Other people can do it!" The old monk Yongzuka shook his head, "But the abbot can't do it! This is his inner demon..."

"Why is it the inner demon?" Xiao Hua asked.

Although the old monk Yongzhong was old, he couldn't pour water in. He smiled and said, "Young monk, please go and ask the abbot yourself! I don't dare to talk nonsense!"

Xiao Hua had no choice but to talk with the two for a while. Miao Chen took Xiao Hua out and found a guest room for Xiao Hua, and then gave him a gift and left.

Xiao Hua pushed open the window of the guest room. He saw the crescent moon in the sky. He sighed secretly: "Oh, it's the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month again, tomorrow is the Little New Year. I wonder if there is a custom of Little New Year in the Pure Land world?"

When Xiao Hua thought of the days, he felt uneasy. He has been away from Heifeng Ridge for a long time now. I don’t know what happened to the Black Bear Spirit, Liu Yi and the others? Fortunately, he set up the Dutian Star Array in Heifeng Ridge before leaving, otherwise Xiao Hua really didn’t know how they would deal with unpredictable accidents.

"We have to go back quickly! If we don't go back to Xiaoyu Continent before the space veins completely collapse, we have to cross the East China Sea and the South China Sea before we can go back. That time will be long, and even the ending is hard to say! Even if there is Du Tianxing Formation in Heifeng Ridge... I'm afraid it can't stop the crazy attack of the Tongzhu Kingdom!" Xiao Hua thought, and was about to release the Buddhist consciousness, but just as the Buddhist consciousness swept the hall, Xiao Hua hesitated again. The Great Zen Master of Nirvana is the only monk he knows now who can come out of the realm of Nirvana. He can only rely on the Great Zen Master of Nirvana to awaken Jiang Liu'er, but he must not offend him. "Forget it, wait for two more days and see what the situation is, right?"

However, things exceeded Xiao Hua's expectations. During the three consecutive days, there was no sign of Zen Master Nirvana. The monks in the entire temple were trembling and panicked. They seemed lazy in the morning and evening classes. Except for the old monk Yongzhong who came to see Xiao Hua from time to time, others seemed to have no idea that a monk who was waiting for a order came to the temple.

This emotion is contagious, and even good men and women who come to the temple to give incense and donate can feel it. After kowtowing and burning incense, they hurriedly left, not daring to stay in Jinshan Temple for a long time.

Xiao Hua now knew where the Zen Master Nirvana's Zen room was. The door of the Zen room was closed tightly. Xiao Hua wanted to go forward and knock on the door several times, or use Buddhist consciousness to explore it, but he was suppressed.

On the fifth day, before dawn was dawn, Xiao Hua, who was reclining cross-legged, heard a noise outside the door. When Xiao Hua pushed open the door and looked, he saw the monks of Jinshan Temple, wearing thin monks, holding huge buckets in their hands, and the bottom of the bucket was pointed. These monks lined up with solemn faces, and ran quickly through the corridor one after another, then ran through the open space in front of the hall and ran out of the temple gate.

It was a long time before these monks held their hands flat, and the huge bucket was filled with river water. They quickly returned and lined up to the back mountain of Jinshan Temple. The back mountain was a large vegetable field. These monks stopped before they ran to the vegetable field. Now there was an old monk with a tall figure but very thin body, almost skinny body. The old monk held a Zen stick in his hand, as thick as a duck egg, several feet in size. The monks stopped in front of the old monk, and the old monk's eyes were like lightning, sweeping.

When the monks got into the wooden barrel. If the water in the wooden barrel was slowly turned, he would wave his hands. The monk immediately had a happy face. He ran to a place in the vegetable field to pour the water in the bucket into the ground, and then entered Jinshan Temple from another place. If the water in the monk's wooden barrel was dissatisfied, the old monk twitched the Zen stick without hesitation. The "pop" sound was very harsh. The beheaded monk grinned, then poured the water in the wooden barrel aside, and turned back to Jinshan Temple again. It should be going down the mountain to fetch water again!

After watching for a while, Xiao Hua was speechless. There were many monks who fetched water. It seemed that except for the old monk Yongzhong, the Miaofa and Miaochen and others were all honestly holding buckets of water, and they were all going to die of rules. Moreover, Xiao Hua could see clearly, not knowing whether it was Miaochen or Miaofa that was rigorously beaten by the old monk's two Zen sticks, and the corners of his mouth were crooked.

"Who are you?" Xiao Hua looked at her for a long time, and the old monk naturally noticed it, glanced coldly and scolded.

Xiao Hua frowned, flew up from the guest room, landed in front of the old monk, folded his hands and bowed, "Amitabha, the little monk Tipu, have you seen the Great Zen Master Nirvana!"

Seeing that Xiao Hua was similar to Cihui, his tone was the same as Cihui back then, and even his posture was the same as that of Cihui back then, the Zen Master Nirvana felt a little bored for no reason, and waved his hand like a fly, saying, "You don't have to be polite. My Jinshan Temple has not received the monks who have been waiting for the orders these days. The little monk should leave quickly!"

As he said that, the Zen stick in his hand waved, hitting Ming Shen's back. Ming Shen staggered, and the water in the wooden barrel was spilled out. Master Jimi scolded: "Damn it, I know how to steal wine and eat meat. Where did you eat that meat? Why are you so weak?"

"Disciple..." Ming Shen's face turned pale and he muttered a few words but didn't dare to say more.

"Get back quickly, you won't be allowed to eat if you don't get a full 200 barrels today!" Master Nirvana scolded.

Ming Shen left in a mess, and Master Jimi looked at Xiao Hua coldly again and said, "Why haven't the little monk left yet? Do you want me to take you out? Why are you so ignorant now?"

Seeing the appearance of Master Jimi, Xiao Hua smiled bitterly. He finally understood that Master Jingchen from Daxue Mountain insisted on bringing him over that day, and even had the previous Jietai Temple. Mingming looked at Jinshan Temple in front of him, but he turned around. This Master Jimi really did not have the demeanor of Master Jimi, he was really a boring master.

However, Xiao Hua still suppressed his displeasure and bowed respectfully, "The little monk Tipu, when he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures, he was quite puzzled. He heard that there was a great Zen master in Jinshan Temple called Nirvana, and he was secretly happy. He came to the temple to ask the great Zen master for the cause and effect of Nirvana..."

The great Zen Master Nirvana sneered, his eyebrows trembled for no reason, and was not moved by Xiao Hua's humility at all. He said, "Can you realize Nirvana by name? Can you achieve Nirvana by name? Is it Bodhi? As the name suggests, it is the work of the Confucian scholars. My Buddhist disciples should recite the Buddhist scriptures with the spirit of their hearts. How can you be worthy of talking about Nirvana by reading Buddhist scriptures with the naked eye? You should go back obediently and recite the Buddhist scriptures well, and wait until you understand and come to my Jinshan Temple again."

Xiao Hua was angry, his face changed, and he said, "The little monk had heard that the great Zen master of Nirvana at Jinshan Temple was profound in Buddhism and had magical skills. He came to ask for advice thousands of miles away, but he didn't expect that the great Zen master was like this, which really disappointed the little monk!"

"Hahaha, little monk, what do you think the great Zen master should look like? Are he amiable? Or approachable? Are he humble? Or is he intimate? "The great Zen master of Jim laughed, "So what if I punish these disciples? They are burdened by their own skin, and cannot be empty and pure to the Buddha with one heart. They have always been worried about the days. I just let them know that everything in this world is burden, my punishment is burden, my reward is burden, my reward is burden, watering the ground is hard and watering is hard and tired, and only by achieving the fruit, the Buddha's name is engraved in Leiyin Temple can we be liberated."

"Hmph, the so-called Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?" Xiao Hua sneered, "Any practice is not necessarily limited to form, or wine and meat in his mouth, there may not be no Buddha in his heart; or Amitabha Buddha is holding a blood knife in his hand; the great Zen master said which one is towards the Buddha? The little monk really didn't expect that the great Zen master would fall into such a lower state, and he could only be like a Bodhi tree and a bright mirror in his heart, and wipe it frequently to avoid dust."

"Bold monk!" Master Jimi was a little embarrassed and angry, "I don't know where to learn a few words of debate, so I came to debate Buddhism with me. What kind of thought do you have? If you want to become famous in a young age, you have found the wrong place!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!