The vestibule mirror is sprinkled with toad colors,
The fragrance of cinnamon spreads from the west garden in the back garden.
Thousands of families rejoice together tonight,
The city is filled with lights during the day.
Milo wrote Mid-Autumn poems with his pen. When the boy next to him saw this, he immediately stepped forward and praised him repeatedly.
"Young Master's poetry skills are getting better and better. I thought this poem was good as soon as I saw it. The wording is really clever."
Milo heard the words and shook his head and said: "What a good thing! The bright mirror is the twelfth yin, the toad color is the moonlight, and the sweet scent is the osmanthus. The whole article has neither autumn thoughts nor ambition. It is just a description of the scene of family reunion in autumn.
When outsiders see you, you may not be able to say a neat sentence, so how can you be considered good?"
Hearing this, the boy touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Isn't family reunion the greatest blessing of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Why do we have to write those aspirations and express our longing for you on this day? Anyway, I just think your writing is good."
"You! Just say this in front of me. If outsiders hear it, I don't know how to laugh at you."
In response to Milo's words, the young man still had an honest and silly smile on his face: "But whatever I say, those masters will laugh at me." Hearing this, Milo shook his head and asked him to put away the Mid-Autumn Festival poem he had written. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, feeling a little melancholy in his heart. He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.
Whenever he felt like this, he couldn't help but touch a jade plaque he carried with him.
When the boy next to him saw this, he immediately showed a worried look. He carefully packed up the poems, then walked to the door and made a gesture to the colleague next to him.
Milo, who saw all this in his eyes, frowned slightly.
He knew that his mother was worried about him.
As the only child in the family, from a young age, whether it is his father, mother, grandfather, or grandmother, he has always regarded himself as an eyeball, and he has to be careful and cautious.
However, Milo has not been a stable person since he was a child. During the Hundred Days Banquet, a monk came to cry.
"This child doesn't belong here by nature. It would be better to give him up to me than to make everyone sad in the future."
Although he didn't know the mood of his parents at that time, Milo could guess that he must have been extremely angry, but he had to hold back his anger because he was worried about his 100-day banquet.
Later, Milo's physical condition seemed to be as the monk said: one day he would have a fever and the next he would catch a cold. The family gradually went from seeking medical advice to praying to gods and Buddhas, and tried every means to save Milo.
Luo.
Finally, a slovenly Taoist who passed by saw the problem and cured Milo's illness.
However, Taoists also bluntly said that Milo is a child's destiny, and he is born with Taoism. If you want to last long, you still need to enter Taoism and practice, which is the best choice.
Naturally, Miluo's elders couldn't accept it. They used gold and silver to clear the way, built Taoist temples in the east, donated money to build their bodies, and out of family affection, they begged a jade plaque from the Taoist to conceal Miluo's luck.
When Milo got better, the elders in the family intentionally or unintentionally prevented Milo from accessing Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. What they didn't know was that the Taoist's jade tablets not only concealed destiny, but also had the effect of nourishing the mind.
Milo carried it with him for ten years, and his soul became stronger and stronger, and he could vaguely feel the small words inside the jade pendant.
Today, with the help of the lunar moonlight, Milo finally understood the text inside the jade tablet.
Wisps of moonlight automatically gathered around Milo as he saw the words, forming a thin cloud. From a distance, it looked like Milo was standing under the light, his body swaying with the light of the fire, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
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Milo felt that his consciousness was gradually withdrawing from his body and completely integrated into the invisible moonlight.
The soul turns into a divine soul, continuously absorbs the moonlight, and turns into flowing silver gauze, which is draped outside the divine soul, like a moonlight fairy dress or auspicious clouds in the sky.
In the moonlight, there are also the shadows of laurel trees and the shadows of twelve moon gods.
The osmanthus tree is like a white jade withered, its branches and leaves collide, making a sweet sound. The gods of the twelfth month each hold a musical instrument and surround it, playing the music of heaven.
The two sounds interact with each other, attracting the moonlight from the sky to fall, and complementing each other with the breath of Mi Luo.
While the long moonlight washes Milo's soul, there are also traces of clear inspiration spreading around, nourishing the earth's veins.
Such scenes are naturally felt by the few cultivators living here.
A Taoist who lived in a Taoist temple on the east side and was playing chess with his friends raised his head and looked in the direction of Milo.
The moonlight in the sky fell on his body, arousing a layer of clear light, and layers of brilliance emerged, turning into a round light suspended behind his head, making the originally somewhat slovenly Taoist look extremely sacred.
The Taoist was surprised and said: "What a pure moonlight. Today's moonlight is almost as good as the emperor's liquid that comes once every sixty years. I thought it was a fairy boy from heaven who came to the world. Looking at this posture, I'm afraid it's not some fairy in the moon palace."
Spirit, or the innocence of the Taiyin system."
The Taoist saw clearly that after the moonlight in the sky merged into the earth's veins, it first flowed everywhere in the city, and then connected with the accumulated Mid-Autumn wish power inside the city, neutralizing the good wishes of blessings and prayers inside, and turned into a spiritual light similar to the divine power of the lunar moon.
, carefully sorting out the vitality of the city and the vitality of many living creatures, sweeping away the excess Yin Qi, evil spirits and bad luck.
The first half of these methods is similar to the unity of heaven and man in the Immortal Way, while the second half has obvious traces of the Shinto.
Therefore, the Taoist also immediately saw its origin.
"Why, old Taoist, are you excited again?"
An old monk sitting in front of the Taoist cheerfully picked up a chess piece and pressed it slowly.
As he moved his hands and feet, the monk bathed in the moonlight, and a layer of glazed light appeared on his body, making his originally peaceful face appear extremely majestic.
"Old monk, don't tell me that you are not moved. The "Medicine Master Glazed Light King Seven Buddhas Original Vows and Merit Sutra" you practice contains another practice method of sun and moon glazed light. If you accept this kid, you will not practice it in the future.
I know how easy it is.”
Regarding the Taoist's ridicule, the old monk was still happy: "According to rumors, Medicine Master Liuliguang King is accompanied by Sunlight Bodhisattva and Moonlight Bodhisattva, in order to refine himself under the light of the sun and moon, but there is only moonlight without sunlight, and he can only
If Liu Liguang is too cold, I won't argue with you, Old Taoist."
"Is this true?"
The Taoist couldn't believe it. After all, the monk had been staying here since he met Milo five years ago and wanted to help Milo enter the Samana. Now that he said he was unwilling to compete, the Taoist was inevitably a little suspicious.
The old monk just put his hands together and said with a smile: "Monks don't lie."
After that, the monk pointed to the west and said: "Old Taoist, if you want to accept a disciple, you'd better hurry up."
When the Taoist heard the words, he took a look and saw a slightly mixed red air rising from the west, carrying a slightly dirty breath, approaching this place. He couldn't help laughing: "How about a guy who just practices the left side of the path?
It can hurt this one, but as you said, if I want to take on a disciple, I can't do anything without showing any signs of it. Let him see what I'm capable of."
With that said, the Taoist took advantage of the moonlight and took off into the sky, flying towards the west.
After the Taoist left, the old monk smiled and took out a finely crafted statue of King Bishamon made of pure gold from his arms.
He put it respectfully in front of him, clasped his hands, chanted scriptures silently, bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded, and a relic flew out of the statue of the King of Heaven, and then a young god with the fragrance of lotus on his body and wearing a necklace of jewelry appeared in the void.
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The god's eyes were dull, but his expression was pious. He held the relic in his hand and looked in the direction of Milo.
The old monk looked around and saw a vague shadow of the Yaksha god with three sides and eight arms in the moonlight.
"Namo Medicine Master Glazed Light King Tathagata! He is indeed the reincarnation of the son of the King of Heaven. This time in the lower realm, I think he is inheriting the destiny of heaven. Monk, I also want to help and form a good relationship." After saying this, the glazed light on the monk's body downwards.
They gathered together and turned into a lotus flower with seven blooms, golden color and texture like glass, holding him up and escaping into the void.
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