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Volume Three, Ancient Pagoda of Ten Thousand Peaks, Chapter 56: Kowtow before the Buddha and wet his clothes with tears

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    The sixth door is Song Ren. Behind Song Ren is a lush forest. The ground is full of green grass and unknown flowers. From time to time, you can hear the sounds of small animals playing in the woods. And in front of him is everyone.  An ancient temple he was familiar with, Rakshasa Temple. If it weren't for the existence of the plaque with the three characters "Rakshasa Temple", he would not have dared to identify it. After all, the scene of Wanwen Forest was not about green trees and red flowers. "That's right."  , could it be that I traveled through time?" Song Ren looked around doubtfully and murmured: "It shouldn't be, isn't this a damn seal?" At this moment, someone suddenly walked out from behind him.  There are two monks, an old one and a young one. The old monk has a very kind face, and his old eyes contain endless compassion. There is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel extremely friendly. And the young monk,  His face was blurred and his appearance was unclear. He was slightly tall and tall. He wore a cassock on his right upper body and had a six-character mantra tattooed on his right arm. "I hide in the sky. I don't know if I can hide in the sky today." The old monk smiled.  , sighed softly, his tone was like a clear spring in the mountains, which made people feel refreshing and comfortable. "Master will definitely succeed." The young monk smiled slightly, "Hearing this, Song Ren finally understood, and his expression  I was so shocked, "Emotion is such an old thing, no, this old monk is Zen Master Zangtian, that famous figure a thousand years ago," "So he looks like this, but he is not as handsome as me." As he thought about it, Song Ren's mind started to wander again.  Uncensored, he compared his appearance with Zangtian's and rated it. "That young monk must be that Xuchen." In other words, these two bald donkeys ignored me and couldn't see me. "Let's go and enter the temple."  "Zangtian Zen Master waved his hand, without even looking at where Song Ren was standing, and walked straight to the gate of Rakshasa Temple, "It's been a long time since I've chanted sutras, so let's recite sutras and worship Buddha today." Xu Chen sighed,  Following closely in the footsteps of Zen Master Zangtian, Song Ren watched the two people go away without saying a word. After thinking for a while, he silently followed behind them. "They can't see me anyway, so I'm not afraid of following them."  Hey, with this mentality, Song Ren, the world-famous hob meat among Taoists, started to follow him openly. With a muffled sound, the gate of Rakshasa Temple slowly opened automatically, but  There was no one in the temple, and I didn¡¯t know who opened the door. But Zen Master Zangtian and the two of them seemed to be accustomed to this scene. They walked into the Rakshasa Temple and looked at it with interest.  Looking at this gate, after a long period of research to no avail, I could only keep my head down and follow the two Zangtian people. "Damn it, it turns out that automatic doors were invented in ancient times." After walking for about ten minutes, the figures of the two Zangtian people were revealed.  , stopped in front of the main hall, "Go in." Zangtian looked at the door, smiled, raised his hand and pushed open the door, led Xu Chen into the hall, and Song Ren followed without saying a word.  Entering, unexpectedly, there were not the eight hundred Arhat statues that Song Ren and Qi Fan had seen in the main hall, but two empty wooden platforms with nothing on them.  With an attitude of embracing the world and a solemn expression, people can't help but want to worship. Zangtian Zen Master and Xuchen stood in front of the Tathagata Buddha statue for a long time, then slowly knelt down and pressed their foreheads tightly against  On the ground, at this time, Zen Master Zangtian's body was shaking non-stop, his eyes were red, and he shed two lines of tears. It seemed that he had a lot to say, but he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. "Thousands of words are painful."  Speechless, he could only form a long sigh, "Amitabha". When he heard this voice, Song Ren's heart suddenly surged with unconcealable sadness, but he himself didn't know where this sadness came from.  Standing quietly behind the two people, he looked up at the seated statue of the golden Tathagata, and then looked down at the two kneeling figures. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.  King Surangama, I hope that I will give up my millions of kalpas and never think about it, and only the monks will obtain the Dharmakaya." "May I now achieve the fruit of becoming a treasure king and save him like this. The people of Hengsha dedicate this heart to the earthly realm. This is called repaying the kindness of the Buddha." Chan Master Zangtian  With a cry in his voice, he knelt down on the ground and recited the Dalangama Sutra word by word. His tone was sad, which made people feel sad when he heard it. But Xu Chen knelt down motionless.On the ground, tears rolled out, "Master," Xu Chen shouted in a low voice, his tone trembling, "No need to say it," Zen Master Zangtian smiled, slowly stood up, and looked at the front of his eyes tightly.  At that moment, the figures of the two people disappeared suddenly. In the main hall, only Song Ren stood alone in front of the Tathagata Buddha statue. Suddenly, Song Ren's mind reflected what he had seen before.  An ancient poem was muttered in a low voice involuntarily, "Come and go without a trace. Going and coming are the same. Why bother asking about floating life? This floating life is just a dream." "This floating life is just a dream."  No one knew what Song Ren was thinking, and no one knew why he suddenly cried with his head in his arms, like a madman, fell to his knees, kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue, tears gurgling down his face, I don¡¯t know  After crying for a long time, the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was soaked by his own tears, and his eyes were extremely red. Just as Song Ren was crying non-stop, a woman's chuckle suddenly came from the hall, "Good brother  "I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much." "This monster is not Lady Yuan. Who else could it be?" Lady Yuan's extremely seductive words will make anyone's heart flutter after hearing her, especially when she looks at her curves.  Her figure and charming face make people even more imaginative, "Mrs. Yuan, you fight me." Song Ren wiped his tears, his voice was slightly crying, and turned to look at Mrs. Yuan lightly, "At this moment, Song Ren  Ren's expression was completely different from Song Ren's in the past. Even though he was facing an enemy, Mrs. Yuan, the compassion in his eyes still did not fade at all. He now seemed like a truly enlightened monk.  His heart can accommodate the world, and even monsters will be treated with compassion. But don¡¯t forget, what he has received is not only the inheritance of Xuchen, but also the inheritance of Venerable Dali, which is the most important thing in Tibetan Buddhism.  The Angry Heavenly Lord was joking casually, "This is the land of Buddhism. If you are here, you are insulting my Buddha. Get out." Song Ren said lightly, "Good brother, you will rush out as soon as the slave family comes.  I'm leaving, the slave family won't support you." Mrs. Yuan covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, and walked towards Song Ren. Song Ren looked at her, clasped his hands, and said with compassion: "Then today, I will kill him.  Tao, correct my Buddhism.¡±
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