After four hours of sleep, Wang Li woke up on time.
After each fixed-duration [sleep], King Carp feels his best mental and physical condition.
After getting up, washing and changing clothes, Wang Li and Jingyuan came to the gate of Bailong Temple to say goodbye.
"Don't forget to take daily medicated baths and decoctions to avoid leaving hidden dangers." Jingyuan still reminded him before leaving.
Wang Li nodded.
"I have divided the Herb Pill given to me by Uncle Qingwang into ten portions for you. Take one pill every three days. Don't eat more, as haste makes waste."
"OK."
"With my order, you can go to most places in the temple, but you must not break into the pagoda forest on the back mountain and other forbidden areas."
"Um."
"It's best to stay in Zhulin Zen Monastery, practice swordsmanship and study in your free time. If anyone comes to visit, you can tell me the truth and I will be able to return in ten days at most."
"good."
"you……"
"Pure destiny!!"
Jingyuan wanted to say more, but the old monk named "Qingwang" not far behind him had already begun to urge him. He could only sigh softly and gently rubbed Wang Li's head.
It would be great if this was a bald head!
Wang Li raised his eyes: Are you thinking of something impolite?
Jingyuan laughed loudly: "Go back!"
Wang Li nodded obediently and watched the two of them go down the mountain.
From what they said yesterday, it can be seen that the two of them want to conquer the monsters. Wang Li also wants to see the monsters in this world, mainly to take a critical look at the fox monsters and rabbit monsters.
But he knew that his body was still weak and he was still young, so he might not be able to conquer such terrifying monsters within a short period of time.
Let’s wait for another day!
When the two silhouettes disappeared into the forest, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.
He turned his hand and took out a round token from his arms, with the word Jingyuan written on one side and a white dragon carved on the other side.
In Bailong Temple, the generation with the character "Jing" is currently the mainstay. Most of the monks of the generation with the character "Jing" are the people in charge of each hall. The generation with the character "Qing" above them are the abbots and elders. The character with the character "Jing" below them is "Zhen"
The Zi generation has the largest number of people, but they have not been around for a long time, and most of them are concentrating on practicing Buddhism.
Since Wang Li went up the mountain, he has always followed Jingyuan and lived in the Bamboo Forest Monastery. Even now, he doesn't know a few real monks who should be of his generation.
With his status as a pure monk, there are indeed few places in this temple that Wang Li cannot go to.
When I turned around and entered the temple, I could hear the sound of chanting sutras.
At this time, all the monks in Bailong Temple were doing morning prayers, and only Wang Li was walking freely.
After worshiping the Maitreya Buddha, you pass through the front hall and enter the Mahavira Hall. The golden pillars in the hall are held high, the air is cool and the sandalwood incense smells in your nose.
Sakyamuni Buddha sits cross-legged, with a dazzling golden body. Kassapa and Ananda serve on the left and right. Behind the Buddha, there are three great masters, Avalokitesvara, Manjusri and Samantabhadra, sitting south to north.
On both sides of the main hall, there are other Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Eighteen Arhats with different and lifelike faces.
The sound of chanting sutras from morning prayers from all over the place is heard endlessly around the main hall. Being inside it is inexplicably sacred and makes people want to bow down before it unconsciously.
Wang Li smiled and burned incense everywhere. His heart could not be said to be pious, but it could not be said to be a disregard for superstition.
If Pure Destiny can produce special effects on the golden bell cover, then maybe these Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats all have real bodies. Since they exist objectively, it cannot be said to be superstitious.
There is no need for him to reveal his previous understanding and dislike of Buddhism to show his differences.
As far as he knew, Bailong Temple itself was pretty good. All the monks were engaged in farming and most of them were self-sufficient. Even Monk Jingyuan himself took care of several acres of farmland after practicing.
Passing through the Main Hall, there were many palaces behind. He walked straight and finally came to a white hall.
Enshrined in the hall is a young man, dressed in a silver-white dragon robe, with two horns on his head, his eyes are made of gold, and holding two swords. On the left side, there is a silver-white true dragon; on the right side, a white horse.
Eight types of devas, Guangli Bodhisattva.
It is also the origin of Bailong Temple.
According to legend, I don’t know how many years ago, the Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Guangli Bodhisattva returned to the West Sea after attaining enlightenment. On the way, he saw that the scenery here was prosperous, and it seemed that there was a Buddha’s light coming from heaven, so he descended from the sky and preached the scriptures.
After Guangli Bodhisattva turned into a white dragon and left, the converts at that time built a White Dragon Temple here. After countless years and several ups and downs, it has been passed down to this day.
Wang Li also offered three sticks of incense to the little white dragon, the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon King.
The temple is indeed a good temple.
If there was no legend about the white dragon transforming into a horse to obtain the true scriptures in Bailong Temple, then let alone this temple, the whole world would be excellent.
Turning around and crossing the threshold, Wang Li followed his memory and came directly to the Sutra Pavilion.
In most temples, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the top priority, and Baima Temple is no exception.
At the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion, an elder monk named Qingchi sits here all year round.
Without thinking, Wang Li directly concluded that Elder Qingchi was the master among masters.
Approximately equivalent to the sweeping monk in The Eight Tribes of the Dragon.
Therefore, he held the token of Jingyuan in advance and stepped forward quickly under the kind eyes of Elder Qingchi.
"Elder, I would like to enter the Sutra Pavilion to have a look." As he said this, he presented the token with both hands.
However, Elder Qingchi turned a blind eye to the token in his hand, and just looked at Wang Li himself with a smile, his eyes like skin, directly looking into his flesh and bones, and even his heart and soul.
Wang Li was completely unaware of it, but he added a [meditation] state to himself as early as possible, so the pressure, guilt, etc. at this time could not shake his heart.
I don't know how many breaths passed before Elder Qingchi nodded slowly, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "In a good state of mind, the Pure Destiny Fruit really has a good predestined method."
Wang Li raised his head slightly, his eyes extremely clear.
Seeing this look, Elder Qingchi became even more friendly. Probably, he also knew that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
He waved his hand and said: "Go in. If you encounter any obstruction, don't force your way in, let alone damage it."
Wang Li saluted and thanked him [sincerely]: "Disciple, please remember to thank Elder Qingchi."
Elder Qingchi had a smile in his eyes, and his eyes followed his figure.
He moved inward, and there was nothing strange about him, just because the gaze behind him was so obvious and undisguised.
Elder Qingchi had a close relationship with Monk Jingyuan. He had long known the difference between Wang Li and Monk Jingyuan from Jingyuan's mouth, so just like Monk Jingyuan, he always wanted to get him to be ordained and become a monk.
what is this?
When I have been caught in the rain, I always want to use other people's umbrellas.
When he opened the door, the morning light rushed in first, illuminating the rows of bookshelves in the attic.
After crossing the high threshold, the door closed gently.
Outside the Sutra Pavilion, Elder Qingchi kept a smile on his face, as if he was planning to make a little joke out of Wang Li.
Wang Li breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he took a step forward, an extraordinary silence suddenly fell in the Sutra Pavilion, and the dull darkness instantly enveloped his soul. Before he could react, there were endless Sanskrit chants right after him.
It all poured into my brain without warning.
Some sounds are sounds of nature at a certain volume, but if the volume is too loud, they become noise.
What was pouring into Wang Li's mind at this moment was countless and very loud noises. They were layered on top of each other and intertwined endlessly, as if they were exploding directly in the depths of his soul.
Come on, you will feel dizzy and have a splitting headache in an instant.
His steps staggered, and Wang Li almost fell forward.
At the critical moment, the remaining reason made a choice in an instant.
【empty silence】.
In an instant, the intricate and chaotic sounds suddenly softened. Not only did the volume become comfortable and pleasant, but the overlapping chanting sounds also suddenly became clearer.
His mind instantly became clear, and Wang Li hurriedly stood still.
The sound of the Buddha was still in his ears, but the pain on his face disappeared, replaced by unprecedented tranquility and stability.
Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the old monk's smile suddenly stopped. This chapter has been completed!