I rested in the village for a night and had nothing to say.
The next day, at dawn, three men and one woman set off for the snow-capped mountains. They put on thick clothes and headed for Gongba Mountain not far away. They looked at the mountain and ran to death. The mountain was right in front of them. They could walk down on two legs.
After that, two or three hours passed, and Gongba Mountain was still there, as if the distance had never shortened.
Wang Xuanzhen said: "I feel a little regretful at this time. Even if I was lying on that hot bed in the capital and being tortured by a demanding old lady every night, I still feel happier than I am now. The key is this trip.
I walked up the mountain and walked back, so I probably wouldn’t have a chance to be tortured, because what? Because I fucking thought it would make me cripple myself.”
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 to the mortal world to find the reincarnated Living Buddha, but you didn't find it, so you just went back, okay? It's a mistake."
Great trust”
"Since he is reincarnated, he must have been reincarnated."
This time Xiang Que blinked with ignorant eyes: "But, where is the Living Buddha?"
Dangan Dolma said: "The Buddha is already alive, there is no need to look for him anymore."
Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were immediately confused. At this time, they both had the same idea. It is impossible to communicate with the Bodhisattva using human language.
It's not as convenient as communicating with her in vain.
After setting foot on the snow-capped mountains, the most difficult step of the journey is just at the beginning. The road is slippery, and the snow is so deep that it reaches the ankles. With one foot deep and one foot shallow, coupled with the inconvenience of movement, every step takes a lot of time.
With little effort, the weather was so cold that people shivered. If we continued walking on this mountain road, it might only take a day, but it would take at least twice as long.
In the snow-capped mountains, the white mink is running happily in the snow. This is its habitat. It is far more lively than other places. The white-clothed Bodhisattva Dangan Dolma has been in the snow-capped mountains since he stepped into it.
She was standing on her feet and wearing that white dress, as if the weather had not had any impact on her at all.
Only Cao Shanjun became more and more silent as he walked. Ever since he set foot on the snowy mountain, he had said nothing and frowned.
"It's really a pure land, a treasure land of hidden cultivation." Xiang Que put his hands in front of his eyes and looked from a distance. On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the outline of a temple was looming, and the golden light above the outline was faintly chanting.
"The fairyland on earth is refreshing and refreshing, but it's not suitable for ordinary people to live here. It's too boring," Wang Xuanzhen said.
At this time, Cao Shanjun, who was walking behind, suddenly stood still in a daze. He raised his head numbly and looked at the temple capped by the snow-capped mountains. At this time, images seemed to be rolling around in his mind.
The life story of the same monk is repeatedly repeated in the picture.
At that time, there was no Buddha in the world, and Taoism was prevalent. An ascetic monk traveled around preaching Buddhism. He traveled across the vast land for more than sixty years, opening forums and preaching at every place he stayed, and using Buddhism to save all living beings until he passed away in a place where he promoted Buddhism.
On the road.
In that era when war was raging and the people were in dire straits, an old monk walked alone in the wasteland where corpses were strewn. He wrapped each corpse in a straw mat with his own hands, then threw it out of the grave pit with branches and put the corpse into it.
He raised his legs and sat in the grave circle, recited Buddhist scriptures to save the souls of the dead, and accumulated countless merits.
In another life, the emperor was extravagant, the subjects were miserable due to exorbitant taxes, the tyranny was rampant and frightening, wars broke out everywhere, and a monk wandered among several uprising teams, earnestly persuading people to put down their butcher knives to avoid death.
countless.
I don't know how many lives later the world was at peace. The monk went deep into the prison and used Buddhism to influence a group of evildoers so that they could change their minds.
I don’t know how many lives later, the world was in trouble, natural disasters were rampant, mountains and rivers collapsed, floods were raging, and the land of China was in depression. The monk appeared among the people again, persuading the rich to donate generously and open warehouses to store grain.
This has always been the case throughout the world. There is always a young or old monk running around to save people with the Dharma.
Several lives later, in northern Tibet, Mount Gongba, Shishapangma Peak.
There is a temple on the top of the mountain. There is an old monk in the temple. Before the monk, there are many believers who have traveled thousands of miles to the mountain to worship. Everyone is kneeling on the ground and praying devoutly. In front of the believers, the old monk, who is already very old, has his hands clasped together.
He raised his head and stared ahead, reciting Buddhist sutras in a low voice in the air. He did not stop for three days and three nights, and the sound of the Buddha spread throughout the world. Wherever the sound of the Buddha passed by, there were greedy, cunning, vicious, and lustful people who began to regret.
On the fourth day, the old monk sat down and passed away on the top of Gongba Mountain. Before passing away, he still clasped his hands on his chest and never bent or lowered his waist. Before he passed away, he left a message. His body was cremated and his ashes were placed in the temple.
If others want to conquer demons, you can give them to them, and the relics they turn into after death can also be scattered in various temples around the world and remain as symbols of Buddhism.
From then on, there will be a monk preaching Buddhism on the top of Shishapangma Gongba in every life, and this has never stopped from generation to generation, and this happens over and over again.
I don’t know how many lives have passed, but tens of thousands of believers have come to the top of Gongba Mountain, still praying to that monk as devoutly as they did in those lives. But in this life, he passed away after his death, and the monks in the temple put his body into a vat and rolled it around.
It is worshiped by people from all over the world. A hundred years later, the body of the vat has been damaged during transportation, but the corpse of the monk in the vat is still lifelike.
In that scene, the monk had his hands clasped together, his head held high, his head never bowed or bent, and he still seemed to be alive in the world.
In this life, this monk will become a flesh-god Buddha.
"The so-called living Buddhas live in the world from generation to generation...life after life." Cao Shanjun clasped his hands together and suddenly fell to the ground, and he bowed three times and kowtowed to the top of Gongba Temple.
After getting up, Cao Shanjun walked three steps, bowed and kowtowed again.
Stand up, take three steps, bow and bow your head again.
There is no greater gift in the world than this: three steps, one bow and one kowtow.
Wang Xuanzhen looked confused and stared blankly at Que Que, until Cao Shanjun was walking, bowing and kowtowing. When Cao Shanjun was far away, Bodhisattva Dangan Dolma in white said softly: "The Buddha is alive, let's go first."
Immediately, Dangan Zhuoma stepped forward and passed by Cao Shanjun, who was kneeling and kowtow.
Immediately, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen looked back at Cao Shanjun behind with shocked expressions, and were stunned and speechless.
After a long time, Wang Xuanzhen slapped himself and said: "I actually once instigated a living Buddha to go whoring, and I always told you that I would not be easily struck by lightning if I did this? Isn't there a saying in Buddhism that people who don't know will not be struck by lightning?
Weird, tell me, does the Buddha’s words count?”
Xiang Que paused, pursed his lips and said, "I don't know whether Buddha's words count...but I just want to ask, when did Buddha say this?"