Fortunately, Wuxu just wanted to shake it away, without much aggression. Guo Min took advantage of the situation and flew ten meters away, then stood firmly on the ground, unscathed. However, he looked unkind and directed at Wuxu.
He raised his jade fan and shook it as a demonstration, then stamped his feet and flew back to his seat.
Wuxu had a forced smile on his face. Everyone at the table was a thoughtful person, and they immediately cheered and started making noises. The prince said with a smile, "My little sister is used to doing nonsense. I hope Master won't take offense." Wuxu said with a smile.
Xu smiled and raised his glass to signal to Mr. Wang and Miss Guo.
But Miss Guo didn't give in, she acted like a coquettish girl, made faces, and said to Wuxu, "I heard that Master Huiming completed the Mandala Dharma Realm on his way south. Why don't you show it and let us see it?"
As soon as he came out, the room fell silent. Everyone knew that the original Mo En had poor qualifications. Although he had some bad luck and somehow managed to reach the real state, he has been unable to make further progress for decades.
,beginning
In the end, he stayed on the second floor of the real person. In the end, he himself was discouraged and disappointed. He only knew how to search for treasures and practice the mandala magic weapon all day long. Who would have thought that after so many years, Moen would be so lucky and actually cultivate the mandala.
Luo Zhen Dharma Realm became the first person to cultivate this realm in Lamaism in the past few decades. During his fight with Baltu Balzan and others, Phagsiba personally came to protect him and gave him the title Huiming, which made his market price soar.
When Wuxu heard what Guo Min said, he couldn't help scratching his head. When he arrived at the Yellow River construction site that day, after the third prince Baltsoda introduced him, Najalu and others also wanted to take a look after they learned that he had cultivated the Mandala Dharma Realm.
It took a lot of effort for Wuxu to shirk it. You are not from the Buddhist sect.
, Besides, this Mandala Dharma Realm is my ultimate weapon, can I let others look at it casually? I refused, but I was vaguely afraid that Guo Min would mess around again, so in the end he nodded and said in an incomprehensible way, "If so.
After seeing this, please ask Miss Guo not to embarrass the young monk again."
But Miss Guo pouted and said with disdain, "Who are you to embarrass yourself? I have even seen Pasiba and Qiangba Mule's masters in the Dharma world, but I still care about you. If you are coy,
If you don’t look like a real man, then give up.”
Wu Xu's heart moved, he left the table and walked to the middle. He waved his hand to stop Wang Baobao who was softly admonishing Guo Min. He saluted Guo Min and said, "I wonder if Miss Guo can speak to the young monk and see the situation in the Dharma world of all the masters."
Guo Min rolled his eyes and said, "The Dharma world of all the masters is very diverse and each has its own merits. It's just that I was so frightened today that I couldn't think clearly for a moment. It's better to wait for me to go back and think about it carefully. Master will prepare gifts and come to my house on a certain day.
Come, let me explain it to you in detail." Wuxu immediately asked, "I wonder where Miss Guo's house is?" Someone laughed and said, "Miss Guo is now serving as the Prime Minister of Shaanxi Province.
He was also the Censor of Shaanxi Province in Taitai, and also knew the affairs of the Privy Council in Henan Province. He was the apple of Lord Chahan Timur's eye. Now, with the grace of the Holy One, he was given a residence, which happened to be near Yansheng Temple in Tianyuan. Master Huiming asked when he arrived.
You will know." Wuxu nodded and thanked him, then clasped his hands and said to Guo Min, "The young monk will pay a visit another day." But in his heart, he couldn't help but recall the previous dream, which seemed to be both fantasy and reality, making people daydream about it.
When Guo Min saw Wuxu standing there stupidly, he couldn't help but sneer and said, "I don't know how many things the master got from going south this time. If you carry them with you, why don't you take out one or two now and use them as a gift to pay homage to your house in the future?"
"Also"
Wuxu came to his senses, you are such a naughty woman, you never forget to play tricks on the young monk. He immediately raised his eyebrows and solemnly said, "The young monk went south to protect His Highness the Third Prince, and to pass on Dharma and give alms along the way.
There are Buddhist treasures, and I can get one or two of them. If Miss Guo has a keen eye, the young monk can also offer them."
Guo Min clapped his hands and laughed and said, "The most precious treasure of Buddhism? This is the most precious Buddhist treasure from the mouth of Master Huiming, who cultivated the Mandala Dharma Realm. I really want to see it." Everyone at the table also shouted, and they quickly took it out to watch and play with.
Ichiban.
Wuxu smiled slightly, activated his magic power, and transformed into a Vajra with three heads and six arms. In the middle, his hands were folded and sealed with the bowl seal of Sakyamuni Buddha. On the left side of the Dharma image, his hands were tied outwards, with his two middle fingers raised and leaning on each other, and his thumbs crossed, like lotus leaves.
Bound externally, form the root seal of Amitabha; bind the Dharma-like hands on the right side internally, with the thumb of the right hand extended, form the lotus mudra of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Three heads are divided.
Don’t speak one after another and say, “I have a copy of the Prajnaparamita Diamond Sutra.” “I have a copy of the Buddha’s Infinite Life Sutra.” “I have a copy of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.” After saying this, each of you can
Recite its sutra. After reciting it, Wuxu received the Vajra incarnation, put his palms together and smiled at Guo Min and said, "The most precious treasure of Buddhism, three classics, I will explain it to you."
On the stage, Guo Min immediately made a look like "You are so shameless." Wuxu laughed loudly and walked to his seat. After that, everyone drank and laughed, but Wuxu kept his mouth shut and spoke carefully.
When the banquet was over, Wuxu returned to the place where he had rested. Seeing Zhao Tong behind him, he said, "It's getting late, Miss Tong, go and have a rest." But he heard Zhao Tong say quietly, "Master Huiming
There was so much love and affection during the dinner, why was he so indifferent to Tong'er?"
Wu Xu was secretly annoyed that Zhao Tong was entangled for no reason, and said dissatisfiedly, "Lord Buddha, I am happy to have a grudge, but I don't remember that I have anything to do with you, Miss Tong? I don't know what you mean?" Zhao Tong was silent for a moment.
, replied quietly
, "I wonder why the master calls the slave family the Millennium White Fox? In the eyes of the master, is Tong'er the thousand-year-old vixen?" Wuxu had a headache and couldn't bear to see others misunderstanding him and felt sad, so he hurriedly said, "Miss Tong, don't
Du Xin, I saw Miss Tong singing to the moon, and her energy and spirit corresponded to the bright moon, just like the white fox practicing for thousands of years, so I said this." Zhao Tong's eyes were red and he said, "After all, in your eyes, the Nu family,
Just a fox
It's just a fox spirit." After saying that, he brushed his face with the silk scarf in his hand as if wiping away tears. Wuxu sighed, "The young monk gives alms without signs, but there is the distinction of a fox spirit. Miss Tong, please don't think about it." After saying this,
, stepped forward and locked the door with his backhand.
After resting for another two or three hours, Wuxu sat up and rubbed his aching temples. He couldn't help but think of last night. Guo Min flew close to him and stabbed it with a fan. He formed a seal to shake it away. Then Guo Min grew up.
With her hair shawl and an angry expression on her wine-red cheeks, she glared at herself and drifted away. The person walked away, leaving only the smell of strong wine and rouge in the night sky.
Permeated. Wuxu held his right hand in the air, as if he wanted to catch something... and suddenly thought that she asked herself to prepare gifts and come to visit, so that she could describe the stories of Pasiba, Qiangpa Muller and others.
The atmosphere of the Mandala Dharma Realm. During the dinner, someone mentioned that she lived near Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, and I couldn't help but have an idea. Why don't I go for a walk near Tianyuan Yansheng Temple first?
When Wuxu got up, put on his monk's robe, he hurriedly walked to the door, stretched out his right hand, pressed the doorknob, and suddenly opened it. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly heard the string of blue sea beads on his right wrist.
It made a crisp sound, and I couldn't help but be startled. Ever since I came down from Lushan Mountain, this string of blue sea beads, except for the day when Moen captured it, left me briefly and has always been on my wrist, or
As he entered the Buddhist hall of the Dharma Realm, he might have inspired the blue sea white lotus, blessing and protecting him all the time. Last night, he met Guo Min at the banquet by chance, and while drunkenly fighting, he had vague thoughts of lust. Wuxu looked at the string of blue sea beads on his wrist,
Involuntarily, he sighed "Amitabha" to himself, turned around and returned to the soft bed, sat on it, closed his eyes, and counted the blue sea Buddha beads with both hands.
After a while, Wuxu finally opened his eyes, stood up, straightened his monk's robe, and gently opened the door. Along the way, except for a few boys sweeping the floor, and the occasional merchant who wanted to leave early, wherever he passed,
All the doors and windows were closed, and the courtyard of Nuo Da was quiet. The hustle and bustle last night seemed like a dream. Wuxu held the Buddha beads in his hands, walked towards the outside without squinting, and walked towards the outside.
Behind me in the attic high and low, there is a window slightly open to the side. A veiled woman is standing there quietly. It was the woman who complained about feeling unwell in front of everyone last night and changed to singing "We will meet again" under the moon.
It's fate, don't use pearls as money.
After a song and dance, Zhao Tong looked at Wuxu's figure, appearing and disappearing among the flowers and branches. Zhao Tong stayed for a moment, closed the window, and came to a closet.
Take out a Buddhist scripture and put it inside
He read a piece of letter in silence for a moment, and then put it back to its original place. Then, he pressed a mechanism, and the middle of the wall cabinet slowly turned over, revealing a statue of Maitreya Buddha. Zhao Tong pinched three sticks of sandalwood in his hands and knelt down.
On the ground, facing this whole body made of white porcelain
The completed statue of Maitreya Buddha kowtowed three times devoutly. The sandalwood in his hand ignited spontaneously without fire, and green smoke rose up, lingering around Zhao Tong, making it appear even more mysterious. Faintly, Zhao Tong's lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting it sincerely.
What scriptures are you reciting?
Wuxu had no idea about all this, and he didn't even notice Zhao Tong peeping behind him. When he reached the gate of Yueshu Pavilion, the boy in front of the door asked about the residence of the old master Ba Siba, and then he found out about Ba Si.
After Ba left the customs and returned to the court, the place where his Dharma Master was stationed was Tianyuan Yansheng Temple. No one in Kyoto knew it. Only then did he know why the man at the banquet last night was talking about the mansion where Guo Min lived.
The word "cha-cha" is used.
Wuxu shook his head and was about to get up and walk towards it when he saw a large group of lamas running slowly towards Yueshu Pavilion a hundred meters away.
As the saying goes
The Dharma Realm wants to invite beauties to watch, and the most precious treasure of Buddhism makes jokes.
Thousands of weather conditions and myriad colors, even though they have no form, they are thought of.