Chen Fan looked carefully and saw that there were some footprints on the ground. They were not dust left on the ground, but shallow footprints sunk into the stone, leaving many of them, one after another.
Looking at these footprints, Chen Fan fell into silence. Where did these footprints come from?
In a daze, Chen Fan seemed to understand.
He raised his head and saw a stone tablet in front of him. There was no writing on the stone tablet. It should be a wall-facing tablet. Chen Fan understood the purpose of this hall. It was for those who had experienced enlightenment one after another to face the wall here.
Chen Fan stopped talking, just faced this stone tablet, and started practicing silently, day after day.
Practice is a trace, a silent trace.
Some people say that Gautama Buddha practiced Buddhism facing a wall. A hundred years later, when a disciple wiped the stone wall, he could see the shadow of Gautama Buddha's feet on the stone wall. This is a proof that Gautama Buddha practiced the right way.
Chen Fan is not yet at the level where nothing can penetrate a stone, but he still takes root in the temple day after day.
It does not belong to this temple, but it eventually becomes one with this temple.
Spring has gone and is coming again.
The old tree outside the temple has lost a few leaves, and some new shoots have sprouted. Year after year, the sweeping monks have been sweeping the ground for a year, then raised their heads and continued cleaning silently.
In the temple, the incense is still there.
Chen Fan forgot where he was, and no one came to ask Chen Fan a word. Chen Fan seemed to have been forgotten by the whole world.
When he was free, Chen Fan sat in this courtyard, looking at a lake in a daze.
In these years, many major events have happened in the outside world.
In the Palace of Old Grudges, Fifth Wentian has reached the middle stage of Xuan Ying's cultivation, and he has grudges against those in Donghuang. The people in the Palace of Old Grudges fight against each other, with many winners and losers.
But gradually, the pressure in the Palace of Grudges almost reached its peak.
On the Tianxuan Continent, there were traces of ‘demonic cultivators’ that sucked human blood. A village was wiped out overnight. By the time the nearby cultivators arrived, no one in the entire village had survived.
The monks continued to chase and finally lost track of the man.
Within ten years, traces of this 'demon cultivator' appeared many times, and the latter became stronger and stronger. At one time, a small sect was wiped out, and a great power of the ninth level of energy was sucked dry of its blood and died.
In the sect, this matter has not attracted anyone's attention for the time being.
Under the ancient mountain, Zhou Tongying reached the middle stage of Dan Bao.
In Juling Taoist Temple, Li Wanji succeeded in breaking into the Xuanying stage, becoming a god overnight, becoming the number one female genius in the ancient land, and her fame spread all over the world.
Zhang Buxuan successfully attacked the Xuanying period and became a new generation of Su Lao in the ancient Juliu Dynasty.
Liu Shengzi failed in his attack five years ago and fell into the Xuanying Tribulation. His body and soul disappeared!
Time flies, and there is one person who seems to have been forgotten by everyone.
Chen Fan has been practicing with Fa for ten years. During this period, he kept posting without saying a word. He just stared at the lake in silence, wondering what he was thinking, or maybe he returned to the quiet room and practiced alone.
On this day, the old host walked outside Chen Fan's house and pressed one hand on the door. He originally wanted to push it open, but was stunned for a moment. There was a trace of surprise on his face and he raised his head to look.
In the room, Chen Fan had already fallen into trance, facing the wall, with his black hair draped around his waist. Chen Fan had been doing this for many years and was used to it.
At this moment, Chen Fan seemed to see countless shadows from this dark stone wall.
One after another, they overlapped, and Chen Fan was surprised.
These are the previous enlightenment practitioners!
On this day, Chen Fan finally saw the shadows of the meditators who once sat in this room, facing this black stone wall, as if they overlapped one by one.
These shadows gradually became clearer and clearer. For the first time, Chen Fan's thoughts were vast, and some of them spread out.
The whole thought flew to the great void, flew out of this courtyard, and flew to the sky. Looking down at the entire land of West Buddha, Chen Fan saw countless golden lights filling the sky, the Buddha's energy soaring into the sky, and the majestic atmosphere was frightening and dazzling, which made Chen Fan
I can barely open my eyes.
In just a moment, Chen Fan felt that his soul was being heated up, as if it was about to melt.
Chen Fan was so shocked that he had to take it back. His soul descended from the sky, and he did not dare to take a peek at the entire West Buddha Land. From Chen Fan's perspective, the entire West Buddha Land was covered in golden
Shrouded in the Buddha's light, every inch of land and palace tiles are so sacred.
After his soul withdrew and returned to his body, Chen Fan broke into a cold sweat and opened his eyes. He could no longer see anything on the stone wall in front of him.
"Do you think you have some understanding?" Chen Fan murmured. After ten years, Chen Fan finally felt a restlessness in his Dantian. Today is the opportunity for a breakthrough!
"Congratulations, Mr. Chen." With that, the old host opened the door, walked in, and said with a slight smile.
"Thank you, Abbot." Chen Fan clasped his hands.
The old host sat down, looked at Chen Fan up and down, and said with a smile, "Looking at your appearance, you are only one step away from a breakthrough. In this case, how about I tell you a story?"
Chen Fan's heart moved, he nodded and said, "Please speak."
The old monk's eyes were half open and half closed, and he said calmly, "My Tianlong Babu Temple covers an area of 100,000 acres and has countless believers. Does Donor Chen know who owns this land now?"
"Who?" Chen Fan was stunned, "Isn't it your temple itself?"
Tianlong Babu Temple, the most magnificent temple in the land of Western Buddha, if this temple does not belong to them, who else can it belong to?
This question of the old monk is indeed a bit strange.
The old monk smiled and said, "It belonged to a little girl 30,000 years ago."
"Oh?" Just hearing these few words, Chen Fan could almost get a glimpse that this must be some great old story.
"Thirty thousand years ago, I was the master of the Western Buddha Land, named 'Tianyue Zen Master'. Tianyue Zen Master was intelligent by nature and knew a little bit about the Buddhist scriptures. Before his death, the master called him the number one prodigy of our Buddhist sect. He will have great achievements in the future.
Become the hope of a generation of real people.”
"Zen Master Tianyue studied the Buddhist scriptures day and night, and finally became the leader of the Three Flowers Gathering, leading the entire land of West Buddha to the pinnacle of glory."
"At that time, a four-year-old girl came from outside Tianlong Babu Temple."
The old monk smiled and said, "It is said that this little girl was innocent. She followed her mother into the temple to burn incense. She refused to worship the Buddha when she saw it. Seeing the majesty of the Buddha statue, she smiled and said, 'Great monk, I will use this lotus in my hand.
, how about changing to this temple?'"
"When the monks saw that the lotus flower in the little girl's hand was just picked from the lakeside, they all laughed loudly. Her mother was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she pulled the little girl back for a while, saying it was a child's joke.
"
"Zen Master Tianyue didn't take it seriously. He just touched her head with a smile and asked, 'Why can I replace the entire Tianlong Babu Temple with this lotus?'"