In the snowy plateau, early in the morning, Sanjie ate a few pieces of milk tofu and drank a few sips of butter tea. This was considered a meal.
He put on thick clothes, picked up the bullwhip, opened the curtain and left the tent.
Looking around, the snow-capped mountains in the distance are pure white and icy, with sharp edges and corners, like the goddess of the earth. The sun shines brightly on the snow in the mountains, blooming a large golden-red glow, which is the goddess's gauze skirt, noble and graceful.
Sanjie stared at the distant mountains dreamingly until his parents called him to work, then he reluctantly looked back.
Riding on his beloved white horse, he drove the cattle with a whip. Yesterday he saw a pasture with rich water and grass. Today he rushed there quickly to let the cattle eat.
When he thought of these quiet, melancholy yaks, Sanjay felt joyful from the bottom of his heart. It was remarkable that a family could have more than ten yaks. Thanks to the living Buddha for blessing him, Sanjay and his family had no worries about food and clothing.
There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, and the green grass covered the white edges. Horse hooves stepped lightly, and the dew moistened the fur. The white horse Sanjay rode snorted, its gait was steady, and the muscles on its back were undulating and vigorous.
The hot blood surged under the thick skin, and Sanjay followed
It swayed from side to side as it walked. He said that this feeling was really endless. He sat on the tall horse and watched the cattle walking like dark clouds in the bright white and green sky, and everything was silent.
, there is a mist on the horizon, like the end of the world...
A rapid bell rang.
"Sanjay! Brother Sanjay!"
Sanjie turned his head and saw a woman riding a yellow horse running towards her. The bell on the horse's chest jingled louder than the sound of the horse's hooves. The brass-colored bell was polished to a bright shine, and the reflection was shining like stars.
"Dolma!" Sanjie laughed loudly and rode forward to meet him.
They sat on the horse and talked about intimate things, endless sweet words, while the two horses were side by side, but they didn't like each other, and from time to time they would butt each other's heads.
"Sangjie, look over there!" Dolma's eyes were as cool and bright as the melted water of the snow-capped mountains. When she opened her eyes wide in surprise, it seemed that even the world was reflected in them. Sanjie stared blankly at the distant mountains and the earth.
Goddess, golden clouds, herds of cattle, vast grasslands, if a person's eyes have such beauty, then people can completely abandon the aesthetic appreciation of other things and simply appreciate the beautiful eyes of beautiful women.
"Hey! Don't look at me! There's a monk over there!"
Monk!
Hearing this word, it was like a bolt of lightning, rushing from the gap between his ears, down his spine to the soles of his feet. Sanjie shivered violently, and the plateau red on his face revealed a layer of oil again. He looked at the bright
, very energetic.
He also followed the beautiful hand of Dolma, and in the mist in the distance, a monk wearing single clothes, holding an alms bowl in his hands, walked into his sight step by step.
He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, with a quiet demeanor and an elegant demeanor. The mist and frost wetted his clothes, covering his face with a layer of light vapor, like a veil hanging from a bamboo hat. When he came to the two horses, he lifted his head and raised his eyebrows.
Starting from the beginning, through this hazy cover, a pair of deep and poetic eyes appeared.
"Where did the master come from?" Sanjay dismounted and asked.
"The poor monk Xuan Shen came from the Jingye Temple in the Central Plains. He came specifically to ask for Buddhist teachings from the tantric masters, so that the great merciful and compassionate Lu Yuan Bodhisattva can help the world." The monk was modest and gentle, which was heart-warming.
There are many believers in the snowy area, and they treat monks with special respect. On that day, Monk Xuan Shen was warmly treated by Sanjie's village.
The monk wanted to rest for the night before leaving, but the villagers warmly invited him to stay and give lectures to the believers.
He did not dare to mention even a word of the famous classics, because the Bodhisattva had not yet integrated the Buddhist teachings, so he talked about the various wonders he had seen in the Pure Land, the majestic Mount Sumeru, the tall Bodhisattva statues, the bodhi grove on the sea, these colors
, the shape floats out from the monk's throat and tongue like a lotus, turning into sweet rain, nourishing the dry hearts of the people in the snowy land.
Sangye and Dolma believed deeply in the Pure Land. Every minute of the monk's sermon was a spiritual enjoyment. They looked at the monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes as clear as daylight with a light that transcended the world...
So Xuan Shen explained one by one how to recite the Bodhisattva's name and how to induce the Pure Land. That night, in the quiet nomadic village, in addition to the sounds of cows chewing their cud and horses kicking their hooves, there were also the ecstatic calls of believers.
There really is a pure land in the world!
This wonderful world that breaks through the most incredible fantasies is a dream that ordinary people dare not ask for. Now that it has become a reality, I can't help but burst into tears.
The sheep and cattle were slaughtered, and the whole village celebrated. Monk Xuan Shen was offered butter tea one bowl after another. People sang and danced loudly, and the light of butter candles soared into the sky.
However, such joy must eventually come to an end.
Three days later, Xuan Shen could no longer stay and, despite all attempts to stay, he set foot on the road to Sakya Monastery in Qinzhou.
However, not long after he left, he was overtaken by Sanjay on horseback that night.
"Master, help!" The young man turned over, dismounted, and knelt on the ground. The blood on his face had been swallowed up by fear, and he looked like a lost ghost in the dim moonlight.
"Why are you so alarmed?"
Sanjie spoke in a hurried tone and explained the reason, Xuan Shen also frowned.
It turned out that as soon as he left, a lama from the Vajra Sect came behind him. He was accompanied by a group of followers, who came to ask for offerings, money and food, and even appointed several women to be concubines. Originally, the requirements of these masters were
It will be completed wholeheartedly, but unfortunately now the villagers only yearn for the Pure Land and do not want to be fished again.
"The bad lama became furious. The adults and servants who came with him shouted at us to kill us. Seeing that the situation was not good, I asked everyone to escape on horseback. Damn it, those evil thieves were very skilled in martial arts and arrested everyone.
, If my Bai Zhuer hadn’t run so fast, I would never have seen you again!”
"Where are they now?"
"They say he will be taken to Qinzhou and punished in public."
"Don't say any more, let's go catch up now!"
Xuan Shen thought to himself: "The Infinite Vajra Sect has a bad reputation and is a big evil sect. With my poor martial arts, I don't know how many people I can save in this case. But time is not waiting for us. When it comes to a critical moment, I have no choice but to sacrifice myself."
We must keep these Buddhist seeds in our skins..."
They traveled through the night and under the stars, riding on horseback to chase the group of evil thieves.
On horseback, Xuan Shen entered the Pure Land and told the monks what happened to him, which immediately aroused indignation. Shaolin immediately sent twenty monks to the Western Regions, and the rest of the Buddhist sects also responded.
Gather a team of martial arts experts and rush to Qinzhou to seek justice for the villagers.
After chasing for three days, Xuan and Shen finally caught up with the lama and his entourage from the Vajra Sect thirty miles outside Qinzhou.
Sanjie couldn't help crying when he saw many scars on the villagers. He worked up his courage and wanted to rush into the thieves to fight, but Xuan Shen hurriedly stopped him and walked to the front.
"May I ask who is the master of the Vajra Sect?"
A monk in red wearing a cockscomb hat came out of the crowd.
"! How dare you, such a former monk, block the Buddha's way!"
"Amitabha, this poor monk is here to ask the master to bypass these innocent villagers."
"Hey! There is such a trivial thing in the world. Do you want the Buddha to listen to your empty words? I think you are disrespectful to the Tathagata and disrespectful to the Buddha's Dharma! I will capture you together and take you to Qin
Zhou Shou shall be beheaded!"
Such remarks really make people shocked and angry.
But the lama was unreasonable and had no regard for it. He rushed forward in three or two steps and raised his right palm. He saw that his palm was red and there was a piercing electric light flashing. It was like a Thunder God's soldering iron. It was the fifth-level secret skill of the Vajra Sect, the Spiritual Heat Palm.
!
"The heretics surrender!"
The blade of the palm is like a knife, striking at the head!