Dark Beast Summoner MTL - 928. Chapter 928

“I do not understand!”

Xiao Rou’er pouted and was upset.

She was still young, so naturally she didn’t understand any Buddhist rules and precepts. She was just not satisfied with this little story.

“Zhu Bajie is a good monster. He is very diligent in plowing the fields in Gaolaozhuang, and he didn’t do bad things. Why not let him marry a wife?”

She pursed her lips, and she said it was justified.

Mu Wushuang laughed and said: “Zhu Bajie was the Tianpeng marshal of the heavens before. He made a mistake and was demoted to become a pig demon. If he wants to return to the altar, he needs to go to the west with Tang Sanzang to learn the scriptures. Only after eighty-one difficulties can you become a god, Xiao Rou’er, if you want to succeed, you have to pay a price.”

Xiao Rou’er nodded her head seemingly, as if she understood.

How could she really understand such a profound question, Mu Wushuang believed that even the monk who was eavesdropping on this story might not have thought it through.

And Journey to the West is just a story, a myth made up, not a biography of a real person. If there were really Zhu Bajie in the world, how would he choose? Who knows?

Sometimes, the Dharma is so mysterious and imaginary.

Long Xuanxi continued to tell his sister the next story, Xiao Rouer quickly put the question behind her, listened attentively to the story told by her brother, and was amused by Zhu Bajie, who was in charge of being funny many times.

After walking another long steps, Mu Wushuang saw an old monk, but this old monk was not as old as the old monk before, and looked like a normal old man in his sixties or seventies.

“Amitabha! Donor please.”

The old monk welcomed them into the stone room.

“Donor, there is a Heart Sutra here. If the donor can fill in the missing content verbatim, it will be considered as passing the test.”

The old monk pointed to a heart sutra on the stone table and said, besides he prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

After speaking, the old monk did not go out, but meditated on the side.

When Mu Wushuang saw the cover of the Heart Sutra, he knew that her guess was correct.

This Heart Sutra was incomplete in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. She opened it and found that the position of the incompleteness was exactly the same as the one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, with a few pages missing.

If you are someone else, you would have panicked a long time ago, and the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is also incomplete.

But she didn’t rush and sat down at the stone table.

Long Xuanxi took his sister over to help her grind. Xiao Rou’er felt novel and rushed to grind her.

She closed her eyes, and the nicks on the many stone Buddha statues appeared in her mind one by one, and she finally arranged the order.

Immediately she picked up the pen, dipped the ink, and squirted the ink on the heart sutra. She didn’t use the spare paper to draft the draft, but wrote directly on the incomplete heart sutra with great confidence.

One complete Sanskrit text appeared on the paper, and her movements were as smooth as the clouds and flowing water of her peers, without stagnation, without even hesitation.

It turned out that the old monk was sitting cross-eyed with his eyes closed, but now he stood up and stared at the words she had dropped.

It was just a dozen breaths, and a few pages of Sanskrit were written clearly and completely by her!

“It’s finished, master.”

Mu Wushuang sighed at the paper, and the writing on it immediately dried out, and she handed the completed Heart Sutra to the old monk.

The old monk looked at the handwriting and finally nodded and said: “Amitabha, the donor is a top-notch person in memory and understanding of the Dharma. This pass, the donor has passed.”

“Thank you, Master.”

She smiled and nodded.

The reason why the old monk talked about memory and comprehension is because the incomplete text on this heart sutra is not all on the Buddha’s feet. If it is really just like this, many people can pass this level. After all, cultivation Human memory is superb.

The scratches on the Buddha’s feet are only a small part of the incompleteness, and a part is hidden in the Heart Sutra. It is very concealed. It is not enough to memorize all the Heart Sutras. You have to understand the mystery of the Dharma and understand it. Guan Qiao.

That’s why the old monk said that she has a good understanding of Buddhism.

“There is one last hurdle. If the donor can pass the last hurdle, then he will be able to achieve everything he wants.”

The old monk finished speaking and left the stone room holding the heart sutra.

Pass the last hurdle, will you be able to achieve what you want?

What is meant by this thought? Is it possible to see the indentation at the feet of the Buddha, or does it mean something else?

Mu Wushuang thought for a while, and then left this sentence behind. The last level was definitely more difficult. She actually didn’t understand why they would make such a complicated and difficult test to select those who could go to see the Buddha’s feet. People, it’s too trivial.

Or are they still screening other people?

what is it then?

She can’t understand it temporarily.

If you don’t understand, you don’t want to, she takes the children and continues to go up.

After walking a dozen steps, they saw the long-lost light. Before, the stone room was very dark, there was no sunlight, only a dim oil lamp, but now the bright light in front of them was sunlight.

“We are out!”

Xiao Rou’er thought she was back outside.

Going up the steps again, I arrived on a small platform. There was no way to the front and back, and the cliff below was a hundred meters high.

“We are in the hands of the Buddha.”

Mu Wushuang said to Xi Xi and Xiao Rou’er.

The Buddha put his hands together, but there was a gap in the middle. This small platform was the gap in the Buddha’s hands.

Before they knew it, they had reached such a high altitude, and the people below could hardly see clearly, only the temple and incense below could be seen.

“Amitabha.”

Behind him, the abbot of Zen Yuan walked out.

“Abbot.”

Mu Wushuang turned around and greeted the abbot.

“The donor Buddha has a deep connection.”

The abbot of Zen Yuan said with emotion.

“Before you, there were five other people who came together, also to see the marks on the feet of the Buddha. They wanted to break through, but they were hurt by the Buddha’s body formation.”

Mu Wushuang was slightly surprised that this great Buddha still has a formation. She didn’t even see that the formation was too advanced, or was it already integrated into the great Buddha and only attacked people with bad intentions?

Fortunately, she hadn’t rushed in before, even Helianan and others were said by the formation, then if she rushed in, she would end up almost the same.

“The five of them entered the partial hall before you, but unfortunately they have no relationship with the Buddha, and they have not yet come out of it.”

The abbot of Zen Yuan said.

“Who said that we have nothing to do with Buddhism, haven’t we also stepped out now?”

A somewhat familiar female voice sneered.

At the same time, a group of five people walked out from the inside, and the originally small platform suddenly became more crowded.

“why you!!”

At this moment, Helianya, who had just spoken, saw Mu Wushuang mother and son three at a glance, and her eyes were almost staring.

“What are you doing here! Is this a place where you, a dumpling, can come?”