NIP Chapter 63 The six unclean little monks
Chapter 63 The six unclean little monks
in the temple.
Qing Huan didn't talk much to Yuan Hui, he looked across the courtyard to the open hall.
The statue of Medicine King Bodhisattva is enshrined in the hall.
Medicine King Bodhisattva wears a crown on his head, with his left hand clenched on his waist, his right hand bent on his chest, holding the medicine tree with his thumb, middle finger and ring finger.
There is a phantom behind the Bodhisattva statue, which is the Pure Eye Tathagata after the Medicine King Bodhisattva became a Buddha.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha statue was a monk in cassock, with his back facing Qing Huan, his body was glowing with precious light, and only a vague figure of his back could be seen.
The moment she saw the monk's back, Qing Huan decided in her heart that this should be the abbot here.
Seeing that Qing Huan's eyes had been lingering in the hall, Yuan Hui thoughtfully said nothing.
After Qing Huan's eyes fell on her again, Yuan Hui performed the disciple salute, posing a "please" gesture, intending to welcome Qing into the hall.
"Conscious monk?" Qing Huan asked in a low voice.
He felt that the little monk in front of him was really interesting, and he was always here to place orders, and he even took the initiative to become a monk of knowledge, isn't it interesting.
Hearing Qing Huan's voice, Yuan Hui clasped his hands together again, and Qing Huan didn't delay any longer, and followed the little monk directly into the main hall.
Following the rules, Qing Huan stepped across the hall door with her left foot first, and did not pay respects to the abbot who was sitting cross-legged after entering the hall, but took out a cleansing formula to wash her hands.
After receiving the incense from the little monk, hold it in a standard posture, look inside your heart, and confirm that your heart is sincere and the Taoist heart is flawless, then lift the incense in your hand above your head and pay homage.
Yuan Hui took a look at the young man who was inviting the fragrance, and felt that this man's every move was elegant and dignified, which attracted people's attention, and made people unconsciously lengthen their gaze time.
After bowing her head and closing her eyes, Yuan Hui clasped her hands together, and silently recited the Medicine King Bodhisattva mantra next to Qing Huan.
After Qing Huan finished her worship, she turned and looked at the person beside her.
The little monk stood quietly and recited scriptures silently. The abbot, who was exuding precious light, remained the same, not only did not speak, but also did not look at himself.
Qing Huan felt a little strange, and after a while, regardless of etiquette, she circulated the spiritual power into her eyes, but even so, it only opened up a layer of Baoguang.
No matter Baoguang, if you stare at it for a long time, your eyes will be stinging. Just when Qing Huan's investigation was fruitless and he felt pain in his eyes, a burst of coolness flowed into his eyes.
It not only moisturizes those beautiful eyes instantly, but also like a pair of gentle hands helps curious children get rid of the "obstacles" in front of them.
Before he could think about where that burst of coolness came from, he suddenly saw the person in front of him clearly.
It turns out that the person sitting cross-legged can no longer be called a human being, it is now just a white bone in cassock...
Qing Huan was a little silent.
At this time, he also probably knew why the little novice monk who placed the order entertained him as a monk who knew guests.
Probably he had already seen clearly the true appearance under that precious light.
"Little master, did you open your eyes?"
Hearing this, Yuan Hui opened his eyes, stared at Qing Huan, and nodded, not only that, but an eye slowly appeared on his forehead.
It is composed of entangled rays of light, slowly unfolding under Qing Huan's gaze, as if penetrating the body and soul.
This is the wisdom eye cultivated by Buddhism.
Seeing the little monk staring into her eyes for a long time, Qing Huan couldn't help but touched the corners of her eyes, smiled slightly at him and said:
"I don't have a third eye..."
The implication is that I am not a wise eye, so don't say anything that is related to the Buddha.
On the other hand, Yuan Hui had to repeat his perception again, the young man in front of him was so beautiful that one couldn't help but add all the beautiful words to it.
He was beautiful when he approached indifferently, and he was beautiful when he held incense and worshiped. Now when he smiles, people can't wait to remember this picture for a lifetime.
Thinking of this, Yuan Hui bowed his head and put his palms together again, without saying a word.
Seeing the young monk in front of him like this, Qing Huan stopped teasing him, and continued to look at the corpse sitting cross-legged and the cassock on the corpse.
This cassock was refined by Buddhists. Although it can be kept clean and incorruptible, it is not a Buddhist treasure.
What caught Qing Huan's attention was a mark on the corner of the robe.
Although as a Long Aotian, he is a scumbag, Qing Huan is very embarrassed, but after so many years, he thinks he still has an advantage!
That is—the understanding of the bright and dark patterns of the robe.
After all, starting from the age of six, every night before going to bed, you have to make a full match for tomorrow's debut!Different dark patterns should be matched with different jade pendants!
It can be said that for so many years, Qing Huan has thoroughly studied every pattern on the robes and robes that have been handled by him.
It was precisely because of this that when he saw the young monk in front of him for the first time, he could judge his seniority from the logo on the monk's robe.
After all, there was a time when different swastikas were quite popular, cough...
There is also a logo on the cassock draped on the corpse in front of him, which is a wreath pattern made of hundreds of thousands of white pearls.
It should come from - Medicine Bodhisattva.
Rumor has it that Yaowang and Yaoshang were originally brothers. The older brother's name was Xingsu Guang, and the younger brother's name was Dian Guangming. They were honored as Yaowang and Yaoshang because they made offerings to monks and monks and saved people with medicine.
Now, those who sit and transform in the Hall of the King of Medicine are descendants of the Bodhisattva on Medicine, but I don’t know if the Bodhisattva on Medicine’s successor is the first batch of disciples in this temple?
Qing Huanjue didn't, it was more likely that the original abbot of this temple was the successor of Medicine King Bodhisattva.
I just don't know what happened later, causing the heir of Medicine King Bodhisattva to leave or passed away, and the later heir of Medicine King Bodhisattva took over the work of the former.
After all, Medicine King Bodhisattva and Medicine King Bodhisattva belong to the same family.
While Qing Huan was thinking, the little monk who had been standing by and chanting silently made a movement.
Qing Huan saw him slowly approaching the corpse for some reason.
The little monk walked very slowly, every step he took seemed to be chanting something, when he was in front of the corpse, the precious light on the corpse suddenly disappeared.
Originally, in Qing Huan's special vision, the skeleton as dazzling as a golden wheel shattered into gray powder.
The little monk sat cross-legged in front of the powder, and took out a wooden fish. Seeing him like this, Qing Huan also sat down on a futon, and accompanied by the sound of the little monk's wooden fish, recited the Taoist Mantra of Rebirth.
Seven days later, Qing Huan and the little monk stopped chanting sutras.
After that, Yuan Hui used a special Buddhist vessel to gather up the pile of powder, but the seven relics under the powder were revealed while sweeping.
Not only that, when Yuan Hui picked up the cassock, dozens of hundreds of relics fell out of it!
Qing Huan had never seen so many relics!How many eminent monks once sat here!
At this moment, he only felt that the temple in front of him seemed to become the mouth of a ferocious beast, which was constantly devouring everyone who came here and willingly sacrificed himself!
And Yuan Hui seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, not only caught many relics that were about to fall to the ground, but also put them into a special Buddhist vessel.
It has to be said that every move of the little monk has a sense of comfort, which makes Qing Huan slowly withdraw from the imaginary.
I even felt that, regardless of the controversy between Buddhism and Taoism, this young monk who went out for a walk did not carry many things with him, and most of them were a set of necessary "funeral" utensils.
No matter how you look at it, it gives people a sense of respect for life.
It's not that people from the Taoist family disrespect life, it's just that the weak have a greater sense of urgency to prepare for death, but in their view, the people of Wanfo Temple are very dark...
After doing all this, Yuan Hui aimed at the original position of the bones, first tapped the ground with his staff, and after several cracks appeared on the ground, he slapped several palms one after another, but the ground did not move at all.
Qing Huan gently pushed the little monk away, imitating him and moving his palms.
From Yuan Hui's point of view, this benefactor obviously has never learned the palm technique, and now he is just imitating his own appearance just now.
However, the next moment, Qing Huan, who didn't look like much, slapped the ground with a palm, and the ground made a dull and loud "rumbling".
Yuan Hui has always maintained a very calm face, but at this time she couldn't help showing a surprised expression.
This, how much strength is this!
Furthermore, this has nothing to do with the palm technique!
With such great strength, it would be fine if you can't shoot directly...
As if hearing his inner voice, Qing Huan stopped putting on airs, and he directly threw out a few "pa pa pa pa" palms, and the whole hall began to shake.
After that, a hole with a depth of about two meters appeared in front of the two of them. At first glance, the hole was not formed naturally, but was artificially constructed.
Both Qing Huan and Yuan Hui couldn't help but leaned over to look at the deep hole, and found that there was a blood-colored spring under the deep hole. The spring was not too big, but it was firmly restrained by the net-like formation.
Like a living heart, the spring bulges and falls regularly. Whenever it bulges, the net formation that originally restrained it will be stretched a bit...
Despite the existence of the formation, the evil spirit emanating from the blood spring is still leaking out.
The moment she only poked her head slightly to look, Qing Huan felt as if her Dao heart was covered with a layer of blood mist!
This fountain of blood can actually destroy a person from the root!
Sui Huo surrounded Qing Huan angrily, first swept away the evil spirits, and then began aggressive patrol activities.
With a vicious look, he actually has the posture of a door god!
Yuan Hui, who had been acting very silent all this time, pointed to the original position of the corpse and said, "Here is the core of the formation, and Master Uncle is the eye of the formation."
"My condolences." That's all Qing Huan could say.
Yuan Hui shook his head and said, "This is what we should do. We will never suffer from wrong views, ignorance and evil ways..."
"This is the path to Buddhahood."
It was just a few simple conversations, but Qing Huan slowly narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't help thinking, why does everyone around him seem to have found their own way?
So what is your own way?
At this moment, he thought of what he was asked on the day of ancestor worship:
"Is it okay to cultivate virtue?"
"Are you erudite?"
"Are you asking for the truth?"
"Are you looking for something new?"
His answer at the time was affirmative, but now that he thinks about it again, it seems that the sound of ancient bells has washed away his heart, and he asks himself and examines his heart.
The final affirmation: Yes, my mind remains the same.
Although I am beautiful and jealous, I have no morals.
Although I don't study well and love skipping classes, my desire for knowledge is sincere and not adulterated.
Although I haven't understood my way yet, I firmly believe that I am already walking on the established path.
Because everything I think, think, and do comes from my heart, I have no time for Dao, and I have a firm posture to move forward!
With the sound of "Boom" accompanied by a large piece of white light, Qing Huan actually saw a straight and luminous road ahead.
After he stretched his foot and took a step, he finally understood, oh, it turns out that this is my way.
This is how my path looks like!
I am walking on this road leisurely like this, without turning around, I know that there are countless forces escorting behind me.
I am not alone on this road.Qing Huan said to herself.
With her eyes closed, Qing Huan couldn't help shedding a line of tears.
After that, what swept his whole body was a kind of relaxation and joy!He just felt that he had never been so happy!
I can't wait to sing, dance, hug my friends, drink with my loved ones...
Yuan Hui silently glanced at Qing Huan one after another. At this time, the young man was shrouded in colorful light, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a teardrop that was about to fall at the end of his reddish eyes, but the corner of his mouth raised a very contagious radians.
Yuan Hui: ...
At this time, Yuan Hui's mood was extremely complicated, and he didn't have the thought of "ah, it's really nice to help you before everyone is saved".
On the contrary, what filled his mind was "Why are we all in such a miserable situation, you can still upgrade after watching?"
After a few breaths, Yuan Hui, who deeply reflected on his lack of state of mind, repeated "Amitabha" several times.
Seeing that Qing Huan was about to wake up from the samadhi and no longer needed to protect her, she resolutely jumped into the deep hole...
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