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Chapter 681 Nodding

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    A night of rest in the village, nothing to say all night.

    The next day, at dawn, three men and one woman set off for the snow-capped mountains. They put on thick clothes and ran towards Gongba Mountain not far away. Looking at the mountain, they ran dead horses. The mountain was right in front of them, and they could walk down on two legs.  After that, two or three hours passed, and Gongba Mountain was still there, as if the distance had never been shortened.

    Wang Xuanzhen said: "At this time, I feel a little regretful. Even if I was lying on that scorching bed in the capital, and was tortured every night by a demanding old woman, I still feel happier than I am now. The key is this trip.  I walked up the mountain and walked back, so I might not have a chance to be destroyed, because what? Because I think it can kill me for life.¡±

    Xiang Que blinked his curious eyes, and suddenly asked: "Bodhisattva, the golden wheel of the Red Sect said that you came down to the mortal world to find the reincarnated Living Buddha, but you never found it, so you just went back, okay?  Thank you so much"

    "Since he is reincarnated, he must have already been reincarnated"

    Xiang Que blinked his ignorant eyes this time: "But what about the living Buddha?"

    Dangan Drolma said: "The Buddha is already alive, there is no need to look for it again"

    Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were stunned for a moment, both of them had the same thought at this time, it is impossible to communicate with Bodhisattva in human language.

    It's not as convenient as communicating with her in vain.

    After stepping on the snow mountain, the most difficult step of the journey is just the beginning. The road is slippery, the snow is so deep that it can¡¯t reach the ankle, stepping on it with deep feet and shallow feet, plus the inconvenience of movement, every step has to be exhausted.  With little effort, the cold weather makes people shiver, and it may take at least twice as long to go on the mountain road that may only take one day.

    In the snow-capped mountains, the white mink runs happily in the snow. This is its habitat. It is far more lively here than other places.  Standing on her feet and wearing that white dress, it seemed that the weather hadn't affected her at all.

    Only Cao Shanjun became more and more silent as he walked. Ever since he set foot on the snow mountain, he has not said a word, his brows are tightly frowned.

    "It's really a pure land, a treasure land of potential cultivation." Xiang Que put his hands in front of his eyes, and looked into the distance. On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the peaks, a round of ruined temples were looming, and the golden light above the outlines faintly chanted Buddha's voice.

    "The fairyland on earth is refreshing, but it's not suitable for ordinary people to live here, it's too boring," Wang Xuanzhen said.

    At this time, Cao Shanjun, who was walking behind, suddenly stood still in a daze, and raised his head numbly to look at the temple capped by the snow-capped mountain.

    The life and past of the same monk are repeated in the picture.

    In that life, there was no Buddha in the world, and Taoism was prevalent. An ascetic monk traveled around to spread the Dharma. For more than 60 years, he traveled across the vast land, and every time he stayed, he opened an altar and preached the scriptures.  on the way.

    In that world, wars were raging and the people were living in dire straits. There was an old monk walking alone in the wilderness, wrapping the corpses with straw mats with his own hands, throwing them out of the graves with branches, and putting the corpses into them.  Sitting with both legs in the tomb circle, reciting Buddhist scriptures to save the souls of the dead, accumulating countless merits and virtues.

    In another life, the emperor was extravagant, the subjects who exorbitantly taxed and oppressed were miserable, the tyranny was rampant, and wars broke out everywhere. A monk wandered among several uprising teams, earnestly persuading people to put down the butcher knife to avoid death  countless.

    After an unknown number of lifetimes, the world has become peaceful, and the monk went deep into the prison, using Buddhism to influence a group of villains to change their minds.

    A few lifetimes later, the world was full of disasters, natural disasters were rampant, mountains and rivers collapsed and floods raged, and the land of China was in depression. The monk appeared among the people again, persuading the rich to open their pockets and open granaries generously.

    This is the case all over the world, there is always a young or old monk who travels around to save people with the Dharma.

    Several lifetimes later, in northern Tibet, Gongba Mountain, Xishapangma Peak.

    There is a temple on the top of the peak, and there is an old monk in the temple. Before the monk, there are many believers who have worked tirelessly for thousands of miles to go up the mountain to worship. Everyone prostrates on the ground and prays devoutly.  Whispering and reciting Buddhist scriptures, without stopping for three days and three nights, the Buddha's voice lingered in the world, but wherever the Buddha's voice passed, there were greedy, cunning, vicious, and licentious people who felt remorse.

    On the fourth day, the old monk sat on the top of Gongba Mountain. Before he passed away, he still put his hands together in front of his chest. He never bent his waist or lowered his head. Before his death, he left a message that his body was cremated and his ashes were placed in the temple.  If other people have a request to subdue the devil, they can give it to the other party, and the relics transformed after their death will also be given to the other party.It is scattered in various temples in the world and remains as a symbol of Buddhism.

    Since then, there will be a monk preaching Buddhism on the top of Gongba Mountain in Shishapangma in every life, and it has never stopped from generation to generation, and it goes on and on again and again.

    I don¡¯t know how many lives later, on the top of Gongba Mountain, there are thousands of believers here, and they still prayed to the monk as devoutly as they did in those lives. In this life, he passed away after his death, and the monks in the temple put his body into the tank and turned it around.  People from all over the world pay homage, and after a hundred years, the body of the tank has been damaged during transportation, but the corpse of the monk in the tank is still lifelike.

    In that scene, the monk clasped his hands together, held his head high and held his chest high. He never bowed his head or bowed his head, and he still seemed to be alive in the world.

    In this life, this monk has become a flesh god and Buddha.

    "The so-called living Buddha lives in the world from generation to generation" Cao Shanjun put his hands together and suddenly fell to the ground, bowing three times and nine times to the peak of Gongba Temple.

    Getting up, Cao Shanjun walked three steps, bowed and kowtowed again.

    Get up, take three steps, bow and bow again.

    There is no greater gift in the world than this, three steps, one worship and one kowtow.

    Wang Xuanzhen was stunned, and he was stunned at the lack of wood, until Cao Shanjun was far away as he walked and kowtowed, and the white-clothed Bodhisattva Dangan Drolma said softly: "The Buddha is alive, let's go first."

    Immediately, Dangan Zhuoma stepped forward and passed by Cao Shanjun, who was kneeling and prostrating.

    Immediately, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen turned their heads to look at Cao Shanjun behind them frequently with shocked expressions, and were speechless in astonishment.

    After a long time, Wang Xuanzhen slapped himself, and said: "I actually once instigated a living Buddha to go whoring, and I kept telling you that I would not be easily struck by lightning if I did this? Isn't there a saying in Buddhism that those who don't know don't know?"  Strange, tell me, whether the Buddha¡¯s words count.¡±

    Xiang Que paused, pursed his lips and said, "I don't know if what the Buddha said countsbut I just want to ask, when did the Buddha say this?"

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