Xiang Que had a conversation with the old venerable, and he was deeply moved by his persistence.
He is risking his life and death for me!
"I didn't expect to meet the Buddha in this city. It's really a blessing. How about you come with me." The old venerable said to Xiang Que.
"Hmm? Where to go?"
"Buddha is revered here. After I communicated with the Bodhisattva a few days ago, he asked me to come here to preach Buddhism. There is a Daxu Mountain in this small world. The Mingwang Hall on the mountain is said to have an extremely long history. There are many temples in the temple. Monks, I think they may be waiting to hear the teachings of Mahayana Buddhism, and I want to rush over to help them!"
Xiang Que looked at the longing on the old venerable's face and the state of being severely brainwashed. He was deeply speechless and could not stop himself.
Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to come back if you go?
"You preach Mahayana Buddhism. What should you do if people don't agree with you? If we can't reach an agreement, it's okay to break up on bad terms, but if they think you have blasphemed their own beliefs, that's not possible. It’s time for a big fight.”
The old venerable raised his head confidently and said loudly: "Why should I be afraid? And with the recommendation of that Bodhisattva, I believe that the monks in the Mingwang Hall will not take it too seriously!"
"Are you sure it will be easy to hire someone by then?"
"A must!"
Xiang Que was speechless. At this time, the old venerable's words were equivalent to putting him on the back foot, putting him in a dilemma.
If you say you don't go, the other person might think that he is afraid and is shrinking.
However, Buddha cannot express fear and must move forward courageously, otherwise the other party's faith may collapse.
But if they go there, if the people in the Mingwang Palace do not like them and even regard them as heretics, the consequences will be disastrous.
"But just in case, the Buddha cannot reveal his true identity to them, otherwise if an accident occurs, it may cause irreparable effects..."
When Xiang Que heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The other party was quite considerate and was thinking about him.
"That's right, why don't you go first..."
The old master immediately waved his hand and said: "Of course you want to go with me. If I can save them, then the people in the Mingwang Palace will be able to see your true body and worship the Buddha. So just to be on the safe side, I asked the Buddha to incarnate as my boy, so that it can be deceived."
"By then, if we have a good discussion, we will naturally be happy. If they have prejudices against our Mahayana Buddhism, then it will be me who will be in trouble, not you!"
For a moment, Xiang Que was deeply moved by the other party. This old venerable looked like the kind of old scholar who devoted himself to teaching and educating people. He had nothing in his heart but his lofty ideals.
You can call him pedantic, but what cannot be denied is that such people are definitely worthy of respect. They really dare to shed their lives and blood for their own beliefs and ideas.
If Xiang Que was pushing back and forth at this time, he would probably look down on himself.
"Then you can call me Lord Kunlun. However, if there is any conflict, you don't have to worry about it. I can get away safely on my own!"
"Great kindness!"
Then Xiang Que set off with the other party. The place the two of them wanted to go was the middlemost area of the city.
Daxu Mountain, after Xiangque came out of the snow-covered plateau, he could already see this towering mountain from a distance.
However, he didn't know at that time that there was also a Mingwang Palace on this mountain.
The current situation between the two of them is as if the leader of the news organization takes the boss of the organization to discuss cooperation with another group of powerful people. If the negotiation is successful, they may recruit the other party. If the negotiation fails, they may be punished.
Made from the mountains.
Walking in the city, the two of them were not in a hurry. Anyway, the Mingwang Palace was right there and they couldn't escape.
Along the way, what I saw along the way was that ordinary people were very respectful to the old venerable. Some people even often took the initiative to send valuable things such as spiritual stones and elixirs. Although they were not too valuable, they took the initiative to bring benefits to the door.
The scene is still very impressive.
The act of believing in Buddhism here is much stronger than in the west, and the feeling must be supreme.
Moreover, the people in this city are not low in cultivation. As far as Xiang Que has seen, although Daluo Jinxian is already considered a strong man, he still encounters saints occasionally.
However, those with advanced cultivation are monks wearing cassocks.
"How much do you know about the cities in this small world?" Xiang Que asked as he walked.
The old venerable shook his head and said: "This is my first time here, and I don't know much about it. I only know that this is the largest city in this small world, with a population of hundreds of thousands. It is honored by Mount Sumeru in the middle. It is said that there is a Bodhisattva in the Mingwang Palace.
, Buddha, and monks numbering in the hundreds.”
Xiang Que thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Then do you know what the key door is about?"
The old venerable said: "Of course I know that this is a way for the three thousand small worlds of Mount Sumeru to connect with each other. I also wonder if I can find the key door here. After preaching Mahayana Buddhism, I can go there
The next small world."
This is really persistent enough.
Xiang Que looked at the top of Daxu Mountain and said, "Is there a possibility that that mountain is the center of this small world, and that the key door is in the Mingwang Palace?"
Xiang Que feels that this possibility is very high. From a normal perspective, since the identity of the monks here is so important, they must guard and control the most important place, right?
"I thought so too..."
More than two hours later, Xiang Que and the others had arrived at the foot of Daxu Mountain. They looked up at the Mingwang Palace shrouded in clouds and mist. The old venerable suddenly said to him: "To show respect, everyone who goes up the mountain must
You must walk to the Mingwang Palace step by step, and you are absolutely not allowed to fly by in the air, otherwise you will violate the regulations of the Mingwang Palace."
Xiang Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This mountain must be at least several thousand miles high. It wouldn't be difficult for him to walk up it, but it would take a long time.
"Look at those believers, they are very devout in their thoughts of worshiping the Holy Land." The old venerable said, pointing to the crowds of people in twos and threes on the hillside above.
On the mountain road going up the mountain, if you look around, there are at least dozens of people walking towards the top of the mountain, kowtowing three steps at a time. The top of their head, knees and hands are all bleeding, as if they are not bleeding anymore.
, as if the heart is dishonest.
Just as he was looking at Xiang Que, wherever he looked, he noticed a familiar figure above the believers, advancing upwards quickly.
The true story of Shushan, senior sister, Xiangxiu!