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My Buddha is compassionate (6)

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    Lejing's fortune-telling career in Antique Street did not go smoothly at the beginning.

    This is also normal.

    For example, Mei Yingliang has to become a blind old man with white beard to start a business. Le Jing is a child now, at most eight or nine years old in terms of appearance. Of course, no one would ask a child for fortune-telling.

    ? Even if Le Jing hung a white banner at the fortune-telling booth and wrote a letter saying "If there are no omissions, you will pay ten for any false ones", not many people believed him.

    He sat bored for a while, and felt that there was no way to wait like this. He was just about to solicit customers, when his eyes suddenly went dark.

    Amidst the ear-piercing barking of dogs, the boy lay on the ground, breathing slowly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep

    Le Jing suddenly had a dream.

    In the dream, there are iron horses and glaciers, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and armies of foreign races burning, killing and looting, like devils in hell, passing through the world mightily.

    This is an out-and-out hell on earth.

    This is also the end of the dynasty that the fool once saw.

    Le Jing stared at the one-sided bloody massacre, and a childish and timid voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Save, save people."

    Le Jing was silent for a while, already understood everything, he sighed and asked: "Is this your wish?"

    "Save people, don't die." The immature voice became much firmer.

    So Le Jing laughed.

    "as you wish."

    "Thank you." The voice was as weak as a breeze, and disappeared in an instant.

    Le Jing chuckled lightly, his eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm.

    The world thinks you are a fool.

    The world kisses you bitterly, but you return it with a song.

    In the end, there is only one fool, even if there is only a remnant soul left, he still wants to save the country.

    In Le Jing's view, a fool is the real saint.

    He will fulfill the wish of the fool, not because he is moved by the fool, but because he wants to do it.

    War is a meat grinder, it will only crush interesting souls, and it will only destroy human civilization, architecture, art and other beautiful things. He hates war, it is an atrocity against humanity, and it is also the ugliest hell in the world.

    As long as it is ugly, then he will definitely object.

    So at some point in the future, he will stop this unjust war by all means.

    For a brave new world.

    Le Jing opened his eyes, just in time to meet a pair of black and anxious animal pupils.  Only then did he realize that the stray dog ??had a pair of wolf-like dark yellow eyes.

    Seeing Le Jing woke up, he excitedly licked his face with his tongue desperately.

    Le Jing smiled and avoided, "Don't lick it, don't lick it anymore, I'm worrying you, I'm fine."

    He stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and stretched.

    "Child, do you tell your fortune?" A young man stood in front of his hexagram booth with questioning eyes.

    Le Jing immediately showed an innocent smile, "Yes, big brother wants to come and have a fortune telling? If it doesn't work, I can lose money."

    Beihuang City is located in the extreme north, and it is covered with heavy snow all year round.  In the depths of the vast snowfield, there is a bright yellow temple, with three big characters written on the black plaque: "Pure Land Sect".

    The peaceful voice of Buddha came out from the temple and melted into the whistling wind and snow. It seemed that even the north wind was softening, and I couldn't bear to be too harsh on the snow field.

    In the Buddhist hall of the Pure Land Sect, there is a sacred solemnity.

    More than a dozen young monks sat cross-legged in three rows, listening intently to the Buddha's voice in the room. From time to time, some people showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and looked up with even more reverence.

    Sitting at the top was an old monk with white eyebrows. He sat cross-legged on the futon and was explaining the Dharma to the young disciples word by word.  Along with his explanation, visions such as golden light and white lotus flashed behind him one by one from time to time. He sat leisurely, with serene eyes, like a god and Buddha reappearing, in exchange for the more respectful eyes of the next disciples.

    Just when the disciples were eagerly absorbing the elder's Dharma experience, the melodious and sacred sound of the Buddha's chant came to an abrupt end.

    There was a sudden silence in the Buddhist hall.

    The disciples looked over in amazement, and saw the old monk above quietly closed his eyes, remained silent, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

    It was impossible for this to happen, but it did happen.

    The old monk, Hui Tong, the abbot of this generation of Pure Land Sect, actually fell asleep during the chanting process. Not only that, he also had a dream.

    That really can't be called a sweet dream,?I understand why I have this dream.

    This is the future destined to happen.

    It is also the guidance given to them by the Buddha

    Huitong opened his eyes, seeing the anxious and worried faces of his fellow apprentices.

    Junior brother Huijue asked with concern: "Brother, I just heard that you fell asleep during the lecture. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

    Huitong was in a trance for a moment, and those glazed pupils seemed to flash in front of his eyes again.

    "I had a precognitive dream."

    The brothers had already guessed this in their hearts, so they were not too surprised, and asked repeatedly: "Brother, what did you dream about?"

    "But what about the demons?"

    Hui Tong shook his head, his cloudy old eyes burst into infinite light for a moment, and there seemed to be a hot tomorrow in them, "Buddha was born."

    "Buddha son?!"

    The brothers were all taken aback, they never expected Huitong to see such an important thing.

    Since the last Buddha passed away, no Buddha has been born in their Buddhism for nearly a hundred years.

    Taoist sects have innate dao seeds, and their Buddhist sects are disciples of the Buddha.

    Both the natural Taoist species and the Buddhist disciples have the highest cultivation qualifications. The former is destined to be the leader of the Taoist sect, and the latter is destined to be the leader of the Buddhist sect.

    Ever since the whole school of Daxiangguo Temple was destroyed a hundred years ago, and the last Buddhist disciples passed away and turned into relics, their Buddhism has fallen into a period of depression. The younger generation has no leader, and the young and old are not connected. Given time, the decline of Buddhism has become inevitable.

    Now the return of the Buddha's son undoubtedly made Huijue and the others overjoyed and elated.

    "Brother, where is the Buddha?"

    Huitong shook his head, "I don't know where he is, but one thing is for sure" The old monk showed a smile that seemed to be pity and admiration: "He has chosen a rough and long road, and he will walk all the way.  go down."

    "So, we must find him."

    "Find him, protect himsupport him."

    Huitong looked at the bewildered brothers and sisters, smiled, did not explain much, and ordered: "You immediately notify all Buddhist sects, tell them that the Buddha is here, and ask them to stop all business, and must find the Buddha."

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