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Chapter 3394 Little Linglong Temple

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    Xiao Hua raised his head, looked at the leaf, a little stunned, under the heavy snow, the leaf was still green and green, without the slightest withering and scorched yellow, even the snow white and the leaf green complement each other, showing the vitality of the green leaf even more.  Looking at the tree trunk I bumped into, it is different from ordinary tree trunks. This tree trunk is about several feet in size. It is not an independent tree trunk, but dozens of tree trunks clustered together.  As a group, each independent trunk is so strong and powerful, and the trunk is deeply inserted into the snow-covered foothills. When the middle part of the trunk is obtained, these dozens of trunks twist and melt into one  , the branches and leaves spread out from the top of the trunk, covering the surrounding tens of feet.

    "What kind of strange tree is this?" Poor Xiao Hua came from the Dawn Rain Continent, the desert of Buddhism. Naturally, he didn't know the origin of this tree, and wondered secretly, "This tree doesn't look like an ordinary spirit tree, but if it wasn't  Spirit tree, how can it keep its branches and leaves evergreen in this cold and snowy sky?"

    Thinking of this, Xiao Hua looked up at the small temple not far away, and said with a smile: "Is it all right for Xiao to go and ask?"

    The small temple is not big, comparable to the Jiangchao Temple in Jiangchao Ridge, and the front of the small temple is covered with snow, without any trace of pedestrians, Xiao Hua already knows that this must be another dilapidated temple.

    When Xiao Hua walked up to the small temple, he turned his head and looked at his meandering footprints along the way, a kind of enlightenment came from his heart: "The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their names. Xiao just passed by this mountain occasionally.  Such heavy snow left such marks. Although the snow cleared, no one knew that Xiao had such a thing, but what happened in Xiao's heart? In Xiao's memory? Where is the master in this temple?  "

    "Forget it, forget it, who understands the journey of people, the shadows of the sky and the earth, and the chaos in the world?" Xiao Hua suddenly felt that he seemed to be a lot older, and everything would make him sad, so he hurriedly shook his head and looked up at the small temple.  on the plaque.

    "SmalllingWang Temple??" The plaque on the temple is obviously in Sanskrit, and Xiao Hua can be considered familiar with it, but this plaque is really old, and it looks almost comparable to the spirit grass in Xiao Hua's space.  The handwriting had long been blurred, Xiao Hua distinguished it several times and simply gave up, and was about to walk up the steps to knock on the same dilapidated temple door.  Suddenly, Xiao Hua stopped, because the steps in front of the temple gate were very clean, only a few snowflakes fell with the wind, obviously someone had just cleaned it.  Xiao Hua hurriedly stepped back a few steps, shook his body, and the snowflakes all over his body flew together, revealing Xiao Hua's abnormally dry clothes.  But just when those snowflakes were about to fly down, Xiao Hua seemed to have thought of something, and with a move of his hand, all the snowflakes fell on his body again, and then Xiao Hua stretched out his hand, wiped it on his head, and wiped it on his head again.  After dozens of blows all over the body, most of the snow was shaken off, leaving a part of the snow, and then he raised his steps respectfully and reached out to knock on the copper ring on the temple gate.

    "Dangdangdang" The sound of the door knocker was not loud, but it was very clear. The sound of falling snow in the "Shoso" and the "swish" breeze spread far away

    However, after a while, there was no sound inside the temple gate, let alone the sound of footsteps.

    "I know" Xiao Hua pushed tentatively, the temple gate was half-hidden, and opened with his hand, there was no shadow wall facing him, but a small open space, the first thing that caught Xiao Hua's eyes was a  Group orange!  When Xiao Hua fixed his eyes a little, he could already see clearly that it was a monk in orange-red strange clothes lying down on a piece of snow, and on the other side of the monk was a half-cleared space.

    "Ouch~" Seeing this, Xiao Hua didn't dare to be negligent, and was about to fly to the rescue, but saw the motionless monk twitching all over, and crawled up from the ground slowly and with difficulty.  At this time, Xiao Hua could see clearly that this was an old man over sixty years old, the complexion on his face was very black and red, and his entire face was covered with wrinkles, just like a walnut, under a pair of snow-white eyebrows, two pairs of eyes became confused  There is only a kind of turbidity in the cracked eyes.

    The old monk stood up, looked around first, and slowly bent down to pick up a weird orange-red hat that looked like a cockscomb, carefully knocked off the snow particles on it, and then put it on carefully.  On his own bald head.  Xiao Hua could see clearly, although the old monk was careful, there seemed to be something wrong with his eyes, he cleaned the hat entirely by feeling, there were quite a few snow particles on the tail of the weird hat, and he didn't knock it off.

    After putting on the hat, the old monk bent down again with difficulty, picked up a broom from the ground, and began to clean slowly.  Although the old monk was cleaning, he was sweeping too slowly, and the snowflakes in the sky were too big, just after sweeping, there were snowflakes falling again, as if the old monk hadn't cleaned.

    Xiao Hua stood quietly at the gate of the temple, didn't make a sound, and didn't come near, just watched silently, this old monk is completely different from the Dao Shan of Qiyang Temple, one is in Hidden Immortal Continent, the other isOne is in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, one is a Taoist disciple, and the other is a Buddhist disciple, but in Xiao Hua's eyes, there seems to be no difference between the two, the broom that the old monk wields is so similar to the spoon that Daoshan uses to serve porridge,  They are all so firm and persistent.

    The old monk swept the small open space for a full meal, and when the old monk turned around, another layer of snowflakes fell on the entire open space.  This open space is a small square in front of the main hall of the temple, it doesn't seem like the steps in front of the temple are blocked by the eaves, seeing the old monk not saying a word, let alone looking up, and starting to clean again, Xiao Hua could only cough.  The snowflakes are so big, and the old monk moves so slowly, Xiao Hua has no doubt that unless the snow stops, the old monk will never be able to sweep away.

    It's a pity that Xiao Hua's ordinary coughing sound didn't attract the old monk's attention, and the broom was still sweeping the open space one after another.

    Xiao Hua raised his eyes to look at the somewhat gloomy main hall, hesitated for a moment, and released the Buddha's consciousness. After taking a rough look, he knew that there was no one else in the temple except this old monk, so Xiao Hua had no choice but to walk up to the old monk  In front of him, he clasped his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha, how is Elder?"

    "Well" The old monk didn't seem to hear it, or he didn't panic at all, snorted in his nose, ignored Xiao Hua, looked straight in front of Xiao Hua, and swept a few feet  Afterwards, as if he suddenly understood, he raised his head slowly, the eyes that couldn't see any expression in the cloudy eyes looked at Xiao Hua, and waited until his eyes fell on Xiao Hua's bald forehead, slowly turning his head  Holding the broom in his arms, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you are finally here!"

    "I I'm finally here? What does the elder mean?" Xiao Hua was a little puzzled, but he was not surprised, because in Xiao Hua's eyes, the old monk didn't see his face at all, what he saw  It's just his bald head, and he doesn't make any other guesses except that the old monk has admitted the wrong person.

    "The elder admitted the wrong person!" Xiao Hua said with a smile, "I"

    Everything about the old monk is slow, whether it is sweeping the floor or talking, but since the old monk opened his mouth, the old monk ignored what Xiao Hua said, and asked directly: "What is your dharma name?"

    The old monk's words happened to interrupt Xiao Hua's words, Xiao Hua smiled slightly, knowing that the old monk didn't listen to what he said just now, so he replied: "You don't need to mention my dharma name"

    Yes, Xiao Hua didn't shave at all, and he wasn't an authentic Buddhist disciple. Where did he get his dharma name?

    However, at this time the old monk seemed to be able to understand again, nodded slightly and said: "Oh, so it's called Bodhi!"

    "Bodhi?" Xiao Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this old monk could really interrupt, and he actually found a dharma name for himself in such a short moment.

    The old monk was even more interesting. After saying this, he picked up the broom again, as if he had forgotten about Xiao Hua, and started to sweep the snow again. After sweeping for a while, he stopped, and slowly  He said: "Bodhi, Bodhi? I don't seem to have this seniority in my Buddhist school! Oh, by the way, little novice, are you a lay disciple of my Buddhist school?"

    "Yes, I am a lay disciple!" Xiao Hua thought for a while, and could only reply that he had never entered the Buddhist sect, and he had practiced Buddhist sect skills, so it is appropriate to say that he is a lay disciple.  However, Xiao Hua doubted very much whether the old monk heard himself say these words.  Because, after saying this, the old monk began to sweep the snow again. It seemed that if the snow didn't stop, he would keep sweeping. Apart from sweeping the snow, he didn't do anything else!

    Xiao Hua sighed, knowing that his purpose of inquiring for news might not be realized, he thought for a while, bowed and said: "I won't disturb the elder's practice anymore, I will take my leave"

    That is to say, when he just got up and hadn't moved his feet, the old monk raised his head again, his cloudy eyes didn't know whether to look at Xiao Hua, or at the temple gate behind Xiao Hua, and said: "Poor!"  The monk has been waiting in this Little Linglong Temple for ninety years, and now the poor monk has reached the point where the lamp is dry, do the mathyou are supposed to come in these two days, the poor monk finally completed my little Linglong  The mission of the temple is to lead the future Lord Buddha to the pure land world!"

    "Boom" For a moment, it seemed that the bald head was bombarded by the column of awe-inspiring energy. When Xiao Hua heard "Little Linglong Temple", he immediately thought of his own "Beiye Linglong Sutra", and the old monk would "Future Buddha  "Master", although the old monk's words were very slight, and even a little inaccurate, it was almost like a thunderbolt in Xiao Hua's ears, and beads of sweat oozed from the top of his head!  The whole figure was shaking slightly, looking at the snow-sweeping monk in front of him, an unspeakable strangeness emerged from the bottom of his heart (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com
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