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Chapter 487

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    On the stairs leading to the top of the mountain, Xiang Que knelt down again, stretched out his hands, then respectfully kowtowed to the ground, got up, walked forward a few steps, knelt down again, and kowtowed.

    Xiang Que was like being wound up, tirelessly repeating the same movements over and over again, standing up, kneeling, kowtow, the movements were very mechanical, but who could tell that his face was always full of smiles?  A respectful, longing look.

    There are a total of hundreds of steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Xiang Que stopped and kowtowed every three steps, and there was still a bang when he knelt, and he knelt down very neatly when kneeling.  Minutes later, Xiang Que's knees were worn out, and blood was oozing from his brain.

    Wang Xuanzhen, who had been following behind, didn't make a sound to stop him, but just silently watched Xiang Que walk towards the top of the mountain in three steps.

    Wang Xuan really understood him, absolutely no one could stop Xiang Quexing's great gift at this time.

    This big salute to Quaking is even bigger than kneeling three times, kneeling nine times and prostrating five bodies. This is the most respectful way of saluting. It is called three steps and one kowtow, and it usually only appears on the most blind and devout believers.

    It is said that during the Song Dynasty, a very pious monk who believed in Buddhism in the Song Dynasty planned to set off from Chang'an, and then went to India for a pilgrimage in three steps and one kowtow.  The time was relatively smooth, but in the later period, basically no one knew. No one knew whether this eminent monk had reached India in three steps and one kowtow, because the project was a little bit huge, and some people even doubted whether this eminent monk would be able to reach India in his lifetime.  Able to reach the birthplace of Sakyamuni.

    Xiang Que is not a devout Buddhist, but he always has a kind of respect for Buddhism, especially the status of Xuankong Temple in his heart is not much worse than Gujing Temple.

    Nearly half an hour later, Xiang Que knelt down to the top of the mountain, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

    At the mountain gate of the Xuankong Temple, a gap was opened between two somewhat invisible gates.

    In front of the mountain gate, it was cleaned very cleanly, without a single leaf or weed. People walking on the mountain road could not lift a speck of dust. After Xiang Que bowed to the gate of the Xuankong Temple and saluted, he straightened his slightly messy clothes and then  Step into the Hanging Temple.

    The gate is paved with very neat cobblestones. The stones are smooth and shiny after being stepped on. There are two side halls on both sides, and the main hall is directly in front.

    "Sand, sand, sand" In front of the main hall, a young novice monk bent over meticulously, holding a broom in his hand and cleaning the fallen leaves in the temple.

    "Treading, treading, treading" Xiang Que walked towards the novice monk step by step.

    As if feeling someone coming, the broom in Shami's hand stopped, and then he raised his head and stared blankly at Xiang Que who was coming.

    "Pa" Xiang Que suddenly slapped Shami's bald head with a slap.

    Shami swallowed and pursed his lips.

    Curved towards the missing index finger and middle finger, and flicked it against the monk's forehead.

    After the muffled sound of "bang", the novice rubbed his head very unhappily.

    Xiang Que gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Jun, quickly give you Que Yele, why don't you be a little surprised when you see me?"

    The novice called Brother Jun put down his broom and clasped his hands together, and said to Xiang Que, "Amitabhawhy should the benefactor poor monk be surprised?"

    "I'll go, you haven't seen each other for four years, isn't there any surprise?" Xiang Que said with pouted lips.

    "Master said, a friend came from afar today, and the poor monk knew you were coming, so why should he be surprised?" the novice continued clasping his hands together and bowing his head.

    Xiang Que gave him a boring look, then took out his cigarette and lit it, and said slowly: "It's not surprising at all, you have to pretend to be reunited after a long time."

    "Four years ago, I saw Gujing farewell, and it was only 1,500 days. There are always many four years to go through in the decades of life. This is not a long-lost reunion," the novice said lightly.

    Wang Xuanzhen said with emotion from behind: "The mountain is really not high, look at what this little monk said, every sentence is Zen language, it's too profound"

    Xu Hang scratched his head and said in surprise: "It's quite easy to understand, how deep is it?"

    "Hey, your knowledge is too shallow, you can't taste it." Wang Xuanzhen waved his hand speechlessly.

    Xiang Que pouted at the three people behind, and said, "My buddies, you chat with them, I'll go see your master"

    After Xiang Que finished speaking, he walked towards the Daxiong Palace, Wang Xuanzhen nodded politely at the novice, and said, "Master, you have known Lao Xiang for a long time."

    The novice hummed and said: "Ten years ago, my master and I went to visit their mountain gate, and I knew each other.?He, my master went to Zhongnan Mountain halfway and met again, the most recent time was four years ago"

    Wang Xuanzhen grinned and said, "Did he have the same virtue ten years ago?"

    "To the benefactor has never changed, and the original heart remains the same"

    "It's not easy for Lao Xiang to live so heartlessly." Fatty Wang sighed, and then asked: "Master, what's your name?"

    "Are you asking about my layman's name or my dharma name?"

    "It's layman's name, the dharma name is too profound, I may not be able to understand it"

    "Cao Shanjun, Cao Cao's Cao, kind-hearted, handsome, unrestrained and suave, a handsome man of talent," the novice monk said solemnly.

    Fatty Wang was speechless, and said, "The last word is so clear without explanation?"

    In the Daxiong Palace, an old monk sat cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed and a string of rosary beads in his hand, and he opened his lips to recite scriptures silently. As soon as Xiang Que walked in, he suddenly felt his heart clear up.

    ? The initial agitation caused by Maruo Village and the half-way collision disappeared in an instant.

    "Putong" Xiang Que knelt in front of the old monk and kowtowed three times: "Master Mingwu, disciple Xiang Que is here to pay a visit."

    Master Mingwu, an old monk of Xuankong Temple, traveled from Putian, Fujian Province to Xiangjiatun in the northeast twelve years ago.

    Xiang Que was deeply moved by either of these two incidents.

    In this world, apart from his parents, there are four people Xiang Que is most grateful to. Apart from Gujing Guan Laodao, his uncle and senior brother, he has been grateful to Master Mingwu of Xuankong Temple for ten years.

    Master Mingwu opened his eyes and looked at Xiang Que with a calm expression.

    But Xiang Que smiled happily. He hasn't seen the old monk change for four years. He took a rough look and found that Master Mingwu's cultivation base was even more unfathomable than before, and his physical condition was particularly good, which showed that the old monk had at least  It will take a few years to pass away.

    Xiang Que doesn't have many relatives, so the old monk must be one of them.

    Master Mingwu stopped turning the rosary in his hand, his eyes nodded on Xiang Que, and his fingers pointed to his right palm.

    ? Closed Chan, Mingwu has practiced penance for fourteen years now, and there are still six years left before the end of Zen practice.

    So far, everyone can't speak.

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