I rested in the village for a night, and had nothing to say.
The next day, at dawn, three men and one woman set out for the snow-capped mountain, put on thick clothes and marched into Gongba Mountain not far away, looking at the mountain and running to death. The mountain was right in front of her, and she could walk down with her legs.
After that, two or three hours passed, Gongba Mountain was still there, and it seemed that the distance had never been shortened.
Wang Xuanzhen said: "I regret it a little at this time. Even if I was lying on the hot bed in the capital and being destroyed by an old woman who asked for help every night, I felt that it was happier than what I came here now. The key was this trip.
I walked up the mountain and walked back, so I might not have the chance to be destroyed, because why? Because I fucking think this can ruin 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, and you have never found it, so I went back like this, okay?
Re-entering”
"Since he is reincarnated, he must have been reincarnated."
Xiang Que blinked his ignorant look this time: "But, where is the living Buddha?"
Dangan Zhuoma said: "The Buddha is alive, no need to look for it anymore."
Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were immediately confused. Both of them had the same idea at this time. It would be impossible to communicate with the Bodhisattva that you use human language.
It's not as convenient as communicating with her for nothing.
After stepping onto the snow-capped mountains, the most difficult step of the journey was just beginning. The road was slippery and the snow was deep and the ankles were not over. If you step down deep and shallowly, you would have to spend every step.
With less effort, the weather is so cold that it makes people tremble. If you continue like this, it may only take one day to walk the mountain road, but it will take at least twice as much time.
In the snowy mountain, the white marten ran happily in the snow. This is its habitat. It is far more lively than other places. The white-clothed Bodhisattva Dan Gan Zhuoma has been in red since he stepped into the snowy mountain.
She was wearing the white dress, as if the weather had no effect on her at all.
However, Cao Shanjun became silent as he walked. Since he stepped onto the snow-capped mountains, he said nothing and frowned.
"It's really a pure land, a treasure land of hidden cultivation." Xiang Que put his hand in front of him, looking from afar, on the top of the snow-capped mountain, the outline of the temple was faintly visible, and the golden light shone above the outline was faintly circulated by Buddha.
"The fairyland on earth is refreshing and happy, but it is not suitable for ordinary people to live here. It's too boring," said Wang Xuanzhen.
At this time, Cao Shanjun, who was walking behind, suddenly stood still in a daze, raised his head and looked at the temple covered by the snow-capped mountains. At this time, there seemed to be a series of rolling scenes in his mind.
The life and past of the same monk are constantly repeated in the picture.
In that life, there was no Buddha in the world, and Taoism was prevalent. A ascetic monk ran around to promote Buddhism. He spent more than 60 years traveling around the vast land. Every time he stayed, he opened an altar to preach, and saved all living beings with Buddhism until he passed away and promoted Buddhism.
On the way.
In that life, the war was raging, and the lives were tragic. An old monk walked alone in a wasteland with corpses everywhere. He wrapped the bodies in straw mats and threw them out of the grave with branches and put them in it. Then he took the corpses.
He raised his legs and sat in the grave circle, recited Buddhist scriptures to save the dead souls, and accumulated countless merits.
In another life, the emperor was extremely debauchery, and the subjects were suffering from heavy taxes. The tyranny was terrifying. Wars ignited everywhere. A monk wandered among several uprising teams and tried his best to persuade people to put down their butcher knife to avoid death.
countless.
I don’t know how many lifetimes the world has become peaceful, and the monk went deep into prison and used Buddhism to influence a group of evil people to change his mind.
I don’t know how many lifetimes later, there were many disasters in the world, natural disasters were rampant, mountains and rivers collapsed, and the land of China was depressed, and the monk appeared among the people again, persuading the rich to generously donate their treasures and open warehouses and release grain.
This has been the case for generations. There are always monks who are young or old who travel around to save people through Buddhism.
After several lifetimes, in northern Tibet, Gongba Mountain in Mafeng, Xixiabang.
There is a temple on the top of the peak. There are old monks in the temple. Before the monks, there were many believers who worked hard to go up the mountain to worship. Everyone crawled on the ground and prayed devoutly. In front of the believers, the old monk, who was already tall, looked ahead with his hands clasped and raised his head. In the air
When whispering and reciting Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha's voice has not stopped for three days and three nights. The Buddha's voice scatters in the world. Wherever there is a place where the Buddha's voice passes, there are greed, cunning, vicious, and debauchery. People who are despaired will feel repentant.
On the fourth day, the old monk sat on the top of Gongba Mountain. Before he passed away, he still put his hands together on his chest, his waist never bent and lowered. Before he sat on the ground, he had left a message, and his body was cremated and ashes were placed in the temple.
If someone else has a request to subdue demons, he can give it to the other party, and the relics he transformed after his death can also be scattered in various temples in the world and kept as a symbol of Buddhism.
From then on, there will be a monk on the top of the Mafeng Gongba Mountain in Xixiabang every lifetime that will preach Buddhism, which has never stopped for generations, and this will be repeated over and over again.
I don't know how many more lives have passed, and the top of Gongba Mountain, and there are thousands of believers here, and they still pray devoutly to the monk like those in those lives. After his death in this life, he passed away and was put into the jar by the monks in the temple and then turned around.
People worshipped in various places. A hundred years later, the body of the jar was damaged during transportation, but the corpses of the monks in the jar were still vivid.
In that scene, the monk clasped his hands together, raised his head and chest, his head never lowered his waist and bent, and he still seemed to live in the world.
In this life, this monk became a flesh god and Buddha.
"The so-called living Buddhas live in the world for generations... After generations, one after another." Cao Shanjun put his hands together and suddenly bowed to the ground, bowed three times and nine times at the top of Gongba Temple.
After getting up, Cao Shanjun walked three steps, bowed and kowtowed again.
Get up, take three steps, bow again and again.
There is no greater tribute in the world than this, one bowing and one bowing in three steps.
Wang Xuanzhen was confused and was stunned until Cao Shanjun walked and bowed while bowing, and the white-clothed Bodhisattva Dan Gan Zhuoma said softly: "The Buddha is alive, let's take the lead."
Immediately, Dangan Zhuoma stepped forward and walked past Cao Shanjun, who was kneeling and bowing.
Immediately, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen looked back at Cao Shanjun behind him with shock and were speechless.
After a long time, Wang Xuanzhen slapped himself and said, "I actually instigated a living Buddha to go to prostitution. 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 the ignorant person is not.
Strange, tell me whether Buddha's words counts."
Xiang Que paused and said with a pursed lips: "I don't know if the Buddha's words are true..." But I just want to ask when did the Buddha say this?"