Chapter 102 Bodhisattva enters the temple, Sumeru palm
After the monks in the Shaolin Temple heard about the Bodhisattva Pure Land, they all chose to join in. They were filled with these excellent quality beads, and the Pure Land beads grew rapidly.
This matter is considered a secret in Shaolin. Except for a few trusted believers, laymen, and monks, they did not make any publicity about it. They were like a group of people eating meat in the dark, trying their best to swallow even the sound of chewing.
So the only people who got that epiphyllum were hundreds of Shaolin monks, eight lay people in charge of foreign affairs, and Xu Ranxue.
Time rushed to April, and Lu Zhengkang's incarnation had become a strong young man, and finally he no longer stayed in Yigu Villa.
There are now nearly a hundred children in the other courtyard, many of whom are the sons of wealthy businessmen and powerful people, but the largest number are abandoned babies. They are all dependent on this Lu Yuan Bodhisattva, and now that he is leaving, they all immediately become reluctant to part with him.
Xu Ranxue was also extremely sad. Sun Lizhai was gone, the girl who would study with him, and Lu Zhengkang, the Bodhisattva who always sat on the couch, had to move to the temple.
The wing left an impressive enough memory, and now that I am away from them, it is like I have lost my soul.
Fortunately, everyone can still meet in the Pure Land at night, otherwise, once some people leave, they will never see each other again.
The scholar stood under the eaves and chanted poems, while Lu Zhengkang lifted the children's chins for the last time in the room.
It's really interesting to see their chubby faces being pushed into buns.
When he went out, the children burst into tears and the mothers scrambled to comfort them.
Children always think that crying can bring about changes in things they are powerless to do. However, not all things can be overcome with weakness.
For Lu Zhengkang, he will always watch the growth of these children. If their lives can be healthy and safe, and if their humanity can be strong and decent, then this reunion will be worthy of fate.
The arrival of the Buddha in the Shaolin Temple was not a big deal. All the monks came to greet him. If Lu Zhengkang had not made it clear that he was not allowed to kneel down and worship, these bald donkeys would have been lying on the ground now.
The monks prepared a fine wing for the Bodhisattva to stay, but Lu Zhengkang chose to settle in the small house next to the Sutra Reading Pavilion.
The Scripture Reading Pavilion is a small building where scriptures are copied and studied. All believers can come in and out at will to borrow scriptures. Most of the people who come here are monks and lay people, and ordinary pilgrims generally do not stay in the Scripture Reading Pavilion.
Lu Zhengkang also liked the quietness of this place and the atmosphere of a library.
The small wooden building is very old. After the rain and wind, the varnish on the surface is mottled. When you walk inside, under the light sandalwood drifting from the incense burner, you can still smell the underlying smell of decay. This is wood.
, the smell of books and dust mixed together.
In the early morning, in the overcast sky, there was a faint ray of sunlight entering the room through the caisson. It was still faint, dust was flying in the light beam, and the rows of bookshelves and small tables were mostly hidden in the darkness.
Lu Zhengkang took out a copy of "The Chang Agama Sutra" from the bookshelf, found a desk with enough light, pulled out a chair with both hands and sat down.
At this time, except for a few monks on duty in the Sutra Reading Pavilion, there is no one else to disturb you. It is almost the quietest moment of the day.
In this environment where you can hear the drop of a needle, the melodious chirping of birds from the outside becomes louder, as well as the whirring of the breeze passing through the forest house, the gentle sound of wind chimes, and the clicking of hanging tags under the eaves.
During the Qingming Festival and Grain Rain, it is the time when the vitality of all things increases. Sitting in the house, Lu Zhengkang can still feel the sincere vitality.
He was reading until then, when more and more idle people gradually began to appear. Although they were all quiet, they would crowd around Lu Zhengkang intentionally or unintentionally, all wanting to see the wonderful appearance of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva. They were like a group of ancient star-chasers, attracted by Lu Zhengkang's every gesture.
The elegance of the world is so deeply attracted that I can't take my eyes off it and can't extricate myself.
In ancient times, when watching the killing of the guards, it was always uncomfortable for a person to be watched. Although Lu Zhengkang only regarded these people as a breeze and a bright moon, they ruined the leisurely atmosphere that he liked very much and stayed here any longer.
There was no need, so he stood up and walked out of the Scripture Reading Pavilion.
The crowd followed him reluctantly for a while, until a few monks who had been patiently standing aside for a long time came to intercept him.
"Dear donors, this is a pure place for Buddhism. Please be careful about your words and deeds!"
His expression was like that of a brave fanboy defending his idol's reputation.
Lu Zhengkang ignored what happened behind him, holding the book in his hand, reading as he walked, and walked out of the temple gate unknowingly.
Several monks followed him gently.
Lu Zhengkang's pace was neither hurried nor slow, but wherever he walked, it was like walking on flat ground, rising and falling, which made the monk following him miserable. He walked like this for half an hour, waiting for Lu Zhengkang to return.
To my surprise, I was already standing on the top of Liantian Peak.
Standing here and overlooking the surrounding fields, Lu Zhengkang also felt a little emotional. He built Mount Sumeru in the Pure Land Pearl because he personally likes mountains. In addition, he also has the idea of ​​sharpening his mind with the illusion of the Pure Land. Now looking at the undulating land, he can't help but feel a sense of wonder.
He has the courage to swallow up the world, and just wants to take all the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles into his chest.
As he was thinking together, the divine will of Mount Sumeru was unconsciously stimulated and projected into his spiritual platform. This feeling was so strong that it even caused him to hallucinate. What he saw in front of him was no longer the brocade of Songshan Mountain, but the golden one.
The radiant sublime Mount Meru.
Mountains are speechless, and there is immeasurable pride in this silence, which is the ambition to connect heaven and earth.
Lu Zhengkang's Hunyuan internal energy was overwhelmed by this divine will. In his Dantian, it turned into a small Sumeru Mountain. This is the core of his essence and is indestructible. With this mountain to suppress his inner energy, his future will be
It is almost impossible for skill to dissipate, it will only accumulate and become stronger.
Lu Zhengkang still held the scripture in his left hand, so he gently raised his right palm, very slowly, as if he was lifting a heavy object.
A terrifying force field spread across his body, and everything within a three-foot radius, including the air and sand, came to a standstill, as if fixed by violence.
The right palm extends from the lower abdomen to the eyebrow. Every inch his hand rises, the force field around him becomes stronger.
The mountain wind continues to bring airflow into this force field, but it can only enter, but cannot exit. The air inside becomes denser and denser, and even begins to twist, and the misty water vapor forms a thick fog.
Lu Zhengkang held his breath and concentrated, pushing the palm towards the sky.
The invisible force field collapsed.
There was a frenzy on the spot.
Several monks had just climbed to the top of Liantian Peak and saw the Buddha looking up at the sky through the mist, and they unconsciously raised their heads too.
Nothing happened.
After a long time, a huge hand suddenly appeared on the clouds in the sky. The air waves were cleared, and all the clouds dispersed for a while. The warm and bright sunshine shone on the earth. The deer Zhengkang stood in this beautiful spring light, with the antlers above his head shining brightly.