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Chapter 1383 Tears for the sake of the common people

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    On the first day at Baima Temple in Luoyang, Xiang Que sat under the Sakyamuni stupa in the temple all night. The next morning, he went to the monks in the temple to ask for water and steamed buns. He filled his stomach and came back again  When I arrived at the stupa, I sat cross-legged.

    At that time, under the whirling tree of Daleiyin Temple, he realized the first picture of Yama, so Xiang Que thought that if he wanted to realize this Buddhist practice, he had to go to a thousand-year-old temple like Daleiyin Temple.  It is not too urgent to realize one's chance, because Buddhists are most concerned about cause and effect, and he did not realize that it may be the reason why his chance has not come and cause and effect have not come out.

    On the second day, Xiang Que continued to sit under the stupa, but the old monk who had been here the day before said something inexplicable to Xiang Que and then left, did not appear again this day.

    Two days later, Xiang Que still got nothing, and on the fourth day, he still sat for a day in vain, and after five days, Xiang Que's patience was gradually worn away, his heart gradually became irritable, and his brows seemed to be quite impatient.  .

    After a week, Xiang Que was no longer just sitting withered, he ran back and forth in the White Horse Temple, left his figure outside the Daxiong Hall, the Bell and Drum Tower and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the whole White Horse Temple was given by him over and over again.  I didn't know how many circles I went around, and then almost all the monks in the monastery knew him.

    Half a month later, Xiang Que sighed faintly. In the past two days, he has been recalling the words that the old monk said to him.

    "Benefactor, are you asking for something?"

    "Almsgiver, what you ask for is not what you can ask for"

    Xiang Que scratched his hair in a mess of thoughts, and helplessly pulled a passing monk and asked: "Master, I want to ask you, is there anyone in your White Horse Temple who is about the same height as me, and has a thin body"

    After Xiang Que finished describing, the monk nodded and said, "Yes, you should be asking about our host master."

    "The host of the White Horse Temple?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.

    "Yes, host, Master Minghui"

    Xiang Que said, "Where is the host, can I meet with him? Well, I would like to ask you some knowledge about Buddhism."

    The monk clasped his hands together and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for the almsgiver, but the abbot has gone out to talk about Buddhism."

    "Where did you go to talk about it?" Xiang Que asked with a frown.

    "There is no fixed place, and no one knows where he went to teach Buddhism. Our abbot has to go out of the White Horse Temple every once in a while during the year. When he comes back, we don't know when it will be. The main reason for the almsgiver is to wait here.  , I¡¯m afraid we¡¯ll have to wait for a while.¡±

    Xiang Que really wanted to ask this eminent monk to understand why I couldn't get what I asked for, and how did you know what I was asking for? It's a pity that the good fortune is a bit tricky, and the master is gone.

    Leaving the White Horse Temple, Xiang Que looked back unwillingly: "How about practicing both Buddhism and Taoism as agreed?"

    He agreed to practice both Buddhism and Taoism, but Xiang lacked the prison-suppressing scriptures he understood with the Ten Temples of Yama, and he didn't understand any of the remaining Buddhist techniques. For this reason, it was impossible for him to worship any master.  For practice, firstly, there is not enough time, and secondly, the old Taoist may strangle him to death on the charge of betraying the teacher.

    ?Leaving the White Horse Temple, Xiang Que rushed to Hangzhou Lingyin Temple full of complaints and complaints.

    It was late March at this time.

    In Lingyin Temple, Xiang Que wandered around in the temple like Baima Temple, looking for what he called a chance.

    After seven days, leave.

    At the beginning of April, Daming Temple in Yangzhou, Nanputuo Temple in mid-April, and Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain in May all left behind Xiang Que's figure. In the later period, he visited all ten thousand ancient temples in China.  , continue to nothing.

    Later, Xiang Que went to Leiyin Temple where he once realized the first Yanluo picture, and asked to see the master who gave him hints back then. He wanted to get another chance to pray for Buddha from him, but it was a pity  Lack of practice about Buddhism seems to have gone wrong. It's not a little bit of luck, the master retreated.

    The monk of Leiyin Temple told him that the master retreats in a Buddhist hall on weekdays, and he can only see him twice in the morning and evening when someone delivers food. The rest of the time the master will not go out and outsiders will not see him.

    "Master, do you think this will work?" Xiang Que rubbed his hands, and asked a little urgently: "I will go when the food is delivered, I will bring the food to the master, and then find time to chat with him, is that okay?"

    Xiang Que's expectant and anxious eyes didn't impress the other party at all, the monk told him very sorry: "Master retreats, no outsiders are allowed to disturb, otherwise it is equivalent to breaking the precept, even if I let you deliver food to see the master, he will not go with you  You talked, benefactor, you should let go of this thought."

    Xiang QueGan stretched out his finger and said, "Just one word, I'll just say one word to him."

    "Almsgiver, you are a little too strong" The monk of Leiyin Temple said impatiently: "Master retreats and all mundane things should not be contaminated. Even when we used to go, we just left the food at the door and left.  , and never said a word to the master."

    Xiang Que sighed again, scratching his head, a little helpless.

    In more than two months, he visited almost all the thousand-year-old temples, but in the end he found nothing. His understanding of Buddhism and Taoism seemed to have entered a dead end without any progress.

    Reluctantly, Xiang Que left Leiyin Temple and continued his path of practice. The place he should have gone most was Xuankong Temple in Putian, but it was a pity that Cao Shanjun and the old monk wandered away and could not contact them all the time.  The place where I hope to be enlightened has been deserted.

    More than a month later, Xiang Que went to many famous ancient temples all the way. Every time he went to a place, he would spend a few days, hoping that the Buddha would give him some hints in a flash of inspiration, but it was a pity.  The shadow of disappointment enveloped Xiang Que's head again and again.

    In July, Xiang Que came to the Leshan area exhausted. There are no ancient temples here, but there is a giant Buddha with a history and reputation that is not inferior to any temple. The Leshan Giant Buddha is located at the intersection of the three rivers in Leshan.  Crossing the river, the Qingyi River and the Minjiang River, the head of the Leshan Giant Buddha is at the same level as the mountain, with its feet on the river and its hands touching its knees. The giant Buddha is well-proportioned and solemn.

    ?South Minjiang River, Xiang Que sat on a bamboo raft with a boatman supporting a bamboo pole and went down the river, passing the Leshan Giant Buddha.

    Xiang Que had nowhere to go, so he walked all the way to the central Sichuan area, and simply planned to take a look at the legendary Lingyun Maitreya Buddha.

    Under the Buddha statue, the boatman stopped with a bamboo pole supporting the bamboo raft.

    There are many tourists on the upper reaches of the river, and they all look at the Leshan Giant Buddha. This Buddha is not only tall, but also big. This Buddha has a long history.  The merits of the Great Buddha are immeasurable.

    You can feel the kindness on this statue when you look at the Buddha.

    The sun was dazzling above his head, Xiang Que put his hands on his eyes and looked up at the big Buddha in front of him.

    "Huh" Xiang Que suddenly called out in surprise.

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