Tianyuan Yansheng Temple is a very large temple in Lamaism. Fifty-six out of ten of the Pasiba lineage is stationed here. It covers an area of dozens of acres, with more than ten side halls, large and small, and several quiet rooms of various types.
Baijian, since Pasiba came out of seclusion, has become more prosperous, with countless good men and women. Of course, such hustle and bustle of the world cannot reach the backyard of the temple.
At noon, in a side hall on the west side of the temple backyard, it was slightly dark because the doors and windows were closed. A woman, wearing a black dress and a white veil, was kneeling on a futon with her hands clasped together, as if
He was silently chanting sutras or praying silently, and seemed to be deep in thought.
Ever since the sister of Zui Qionglou sent a message to me that day, I took the risk to use the art of potential eavesdropping, and my spiritual sense sneaked into the boundary of Xuanjizi, and overheard the conversation between Xuanjizi and Wuxu. Not only did I learn a lot of military information and secrets,
Only then did I realize that this lama came from the Hualien Miaofa Sect, and
It was very likely that he was the master who helped Elder Liu mentioned by grandma Liu. With excitement, Xuanjizi, who was deep in thought, discovered the clue. During the escape of life and death, he relied on this name to call Huizhen and Wuxu.
The lama came to the rescue in the Mandala Dharma Realm, and there was a touch of spiritual consciousness, and the lingering breath...
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound, and the door was slowly pushed open. The woman said softly, "Master, could you please bring the fast food back? I don't want to eat today."
Wuxu stood at the door, quietly looking at the woman who was kneeling under various tall and imposing Tibetan Buddha statues. Looking at her graceful figure, he asked, "Miss Zhao?" The woman stared at the ground motionless.
With a long projection, I heard Wuxu's questioning voice, turned my head suddenly, and saw Wuxu standing there, facing
He smiled to himself and hurriedly stood up, walked up to Wuxu gracefully, bowed and bowed, lowered his head and said, "A few days ago, the little girl entered the temple and was ready to thank the master in person for saving her life. But she didn't expect that, immediately, she heard that the master
I was injured by a monster from the East China Sea. Therefore, I am here to chant sutras and recite Buddha’s name to pray for the master.”
When Zhao Tong came that day, the young lama presented the beads to pass on the message, but Wuxu had no intention of meeting him. Instead, the young lama misunderstood, and after informing Duoji, he placed Zhao Tong in a quiet room in the backyard of the temple. Zhao Tong had been exposed to Lamaism for a long time, and he was
All the feelings have been understood for a long time. When I see the little lama, I will
He placed himself in a brightly and luxuriously decorated quiet room in the backyard, guessed its purpose, and secretly made up his mind that when he saw Wuxu, he would die that night, and he would die that night for a few days.
, Wuxu, don’t say that night, it will be the next few nights,
Zhao Tong never showed up. Zhao Tong was angry and shy, but could not easily escape from the backyard. One night, he suddenly heard a huge fight in the palace. The next day, he found a more familiar maidservant.
Asked, only then did I know that Wuxu was also
The beating caused damage to his spiritual consciousness and made him unconscious. He looked for an opportunity to visit Pasiba and begged for an investigation, but he was flatly rejected. He said that Wuxu was seriously injured and refused to disturb the outsiders. Zhao Tong had no choice but to ask for good luck, but in the end he was just beaten.
Arrange it in a side hall to chant sutras and pray for blessings.
Wuxu didn't know so many reasons. He just remembered that he accepted Zhao Tong Pearl and declined to meet with her. He couldn't help but smiled awkwardly and said hurriedly, "Girl, you're welcome. Monks save people out of compassion."
One life is better than building a seven-level pagoda
.Why do you care so much?" Then, he looked up at the slightly gloomy and ferocious Buddha statue in the hall, frowned deliberately and exaggeratedly, and said, "It's so boring here, we might as well go out and talk." Then the spiritual consciousness transmitted the message.
, with a hint of ridicule, "
People from the White Lotus Sect, do you still believe in Lamaism?" Zhao Tong, through the veil, his face changed slightly. Knowing his identity is one thing, but speaking it out is another thing. He took a half step back and looked at Wuxu uneasily.
.Wu Xu saw that it was counterproductive, so he hurriedly sent another message and said,
"Don't get me wrong, girl. I have no ill intentions towards the White Lotus Sect. I just named the girl's identity because I wanted to be honest with her." Zhao Tong stood there, thought for a moment, nodded, and followed Wuxu out of the side hall.
After a long winding journey, we left Tianyuan Yansheng Temple.
Wuxu took Zhao Tong and walked for a while on the busy street, then stood still awkwardly. He smiled and asked Zhao Tong, "Do you know of any quiet and elegant place nearby?" Zhao Tong stretched out his hand across the room.
The gauze scarf pursed her lips and smiled while pointing forward, "Turn left ahead and there will be a teahouse. Master, please come with me."
Wuxu followed Zhao Tong, who was swaying in a willow skirt, to a teahouse and chose a quiet private room on the third floor. The two of them took their seats and put the tea brought by the waiter to their lips to taste, while asking each other questions.
.
When Wu Xujiang explained, "I am a young novice from Hualien Miaofa Sect. After leaving the mountain gate, I was captured by Mo En. After a life-and-death struggle, I took Mo En's house."
Tong, with all his attention, his eyes were looking around, and he kept looking at the golden man in red robe.
The green-eyed Wuxu clapped his white jade palms and said with a smile, "I see. So, the master is actually just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old novice monk? No wonder the little girl thinks that the master behaves differently from those old lamas.
, I have occasional contact with you on weekdays, and the master feels a little embarrassed."
As soon as he said this, Zhao Tong realized that he had made a mistake, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face. Then he raised his hand with his long sleeves by his ears. When the blush disappeared, Fang asked Wuxu, who had a slightly red face, "So
So, the master was the one who rescued Elder Liu that day?" Wu Xu thought about it briefly and knew it.
Dao Zhaotong mentioned Elder Liu as referring to Liu Futong from the White Lotus Sect in Shandong. He nodded and replied, "Exactly. That day, the young monk met Liu Futong and others at Poyang Lake and easily frightened away Han Shuangzi from the Zhengyi Sect.
I saved three of them. But I don’t know what your relationship is with them, girls?”
When Zhao Tong saw Wuxu admitting that he was the one who rescued Liu Futong and blessed the White Lotus Order, he immediately stood up and saluted and thanked her, "The little girl has followed her grandmother into the branch of the White Lotus Sect in Shandong since she was a child. She is led by Master Han, and Elder Liu is the leader of the sect.
Elder. Now that Chief Han has been killed by Yuan thieves, we will follow Elder Liu’s lead."
Wuxu chatted with him for a while, then suddenly thought of Junior Brother Rujing, and asked, "Does the girl know Guo Zixing in Haozhou City?" Zhao Tong thought for a while and replied, "I heard grandma mention it before, it was Haozhou City.
Although we have no actual contact with our heroes, we occasionally communicate through letters. Now, it seems that Sun Deya, Peng Da, Zhao Junyong and others have occupied Haozhou City to fight against the Yuan army, and they are also using the banner of Elder Liu."
Wuxu leaned on the back of the cushion, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and said, "Girls must be careful when inquiring about information in Dadu. Now, although the luck of the Yuan Dynasty has declined and the world is in chaos, the centipede insect is dead but not stiff; especially this
There are many masters in the capital, so what happened that day must not be repeated again." After that, he took out the pearl from the Sumeru ring.
Zhao Tong saw that Wuxu looked old-fashioned and had a slightly admonishing tone, and pursed his lips slightly. However, when he heard Wuxu mentioning "what happened that day, don't do it again," he took out the round pearl from before and couldn't help but
His face was filled with joy.
The spiritual awareness of enlightenment enters the mandala Dharma Realm and appears behind him. In the small space of this elegant tea house, the endless Void Dharma Realm is displayed, emitting bursts of Sanskrit chants and golden light.
"Now your own aura has been known by Xuanjizi. The transformation of the Dharma Realm on that day was just a matter of interests. Now I have learned the method of integrating the Dharma Realms of Lamaism, and from it I have understood the method of refining the magical weapon of the Dharma Realm's aura. This is
I will refine this pearl and give it to you to cover your aura." Wuxu said while taking the pearl that had risen into the air into his body.
After the Dharma Realm. I saw the pearl shuttled through the Dharma Realm like a shooting star. Wherever it passed, there were faint flowers scattered by goddesses, Vajra protectors, and Shura following. At the end, the pearl was like a bright moon hanging in one side of the Dharma Realm.
Among them, there were also Dharma appearances such as Amitabha Buddha and Bodhisattvas and Mahasattvas, which appeared and disappeared. Zhao Tong opened his eyes wide and looked at it as if he was intoxicated.
But I only heard Wu Xu recite the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!", and the pearl the size of the full moon flew out of the Dharma Realm and turned into the original size of a dragon's eye again. The light on it rotated, and the fragrance of various flowers spread out, and there were the names of various Buddhas.
After reciting this for a cup of tea, the pearl floated quietly in front of Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong looked at the opposite Wuxu who had disappeared from the Dharma Realm and was forming seals with his hands. He looked a little tired. He looked at Wuxu with his eyes. When he saw Wuxu nodding and smiling, he reached out to hold the pearl, rubbed it between his palms for a moment, and then smiled slightly.
Turn your body sideways, lower your head, and carefully place it among the hair on your forehead.
Wuxu watched Zhao Tong put the pearl on his head with great grace, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of mysterious aura, peaceful, solemn and bright. Although he knew that it was because the pearl had just been refined and the aura was exposed, he still
He was stunned for a long time before he said, "After refining this bead, there are still some
It's a wonderful self-defense." Zhao Tong shook his head slightly, as if he was secretly feeling the weight and position of the pearl, but his hair was carrying a fragrant breeze. He smiled with a pink face and beady eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry.
, very good, very good." Then, he clasped his hands towards Wuxu and said with a hint of playfulness, "Amitabha, good, good, good."
Wuxu was not a polite person, so he burst out laughing. After that, half as a joke, and half as a serious matter, he said, "The way you send the Buddha off is very similar to my junior brother Rujing. If we meet in the future, you will
You can sacrifice this bead, chant like this, and then tell me what I want to say today."
Zhao Tong groaned, raised his teacup, sipped it gently, and asked with a smile, "You were captured by Moen that day. I don't know where your junior brother is now? Maybe he is also in Dadu? Or even Ya who is opposite us.
How about some tea in the meantime?"
Wuxu also slowly raised the warm tea cup in his hand, looked out the window at the wild geese flying south, and said leisurely, "Junior Brother Rujing has returned to the secular world, and is now serving as the general guarding the city under Guo Zixing's tent in Haozhou."
As the saying goes
However, the Buddhist temple tells the story of the heart, and the quiet elegant pavilion talks about the past.
The little novice monk is refining pearls, and the light tea is intoxicating.