Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3328

[Chapter 3328 Cimei (add four for ruthless)]

At this time, when the morning sun rises in the east, the first group of pilgrims from Hanling Temple have already swarmed in when the Zhike monk pushed open the mountain gate.

Precisely, in the depths of the mysterious Buddhist temple in the eyes of pilgrims, clusters of green plums surrounded a pavilion slightly higher than the ordinary pavilion. The pavilion is not covered by anything, and there is even some mist that diffuses inside. The mist carries the light fragrance of green plums, and it does not look like a holy place of Buddhism at all.

Not only that, in the confused fog, a beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth was sitting cross-legged on a futon. If the top of this young man’s head had not been shaved, and if this young man had not been dressed in a goose-yellow monk’s robe, anyone who saw this young man would have regarded him as a dignified and elegant son. A light wind blew, and the sun from the east came, and the young monk’s figure was revealed very slowly. It seemed that the wind and the light were reluctant to disturb the young monk’s practice.

However, after the dusty light and shadow, the young monk Ruyu’s face moved slightly, his delicate eyelids trembled, and he opened, a pair of eyes that were as crystal clear as black jade flashed a faint displeasure, and the displeasure was cast in the air. In the middle, the light and the dust were also trembling, and as the shadows of the lotus appeared in the eyes, the light and the dust also turned into the blossoming three-petal lotus…

“Jingcheng, since you’ve already come, why didn’t you come in?” The young monk opened his mouth, his voice was like beads falling on a jade plate, very crisp, and the particularly exposed teeth were whiter than pearls.

“Hehe, Master Cimei…” A slightly old voice sounded from the pavilion in the distance, and then when the small door of the pavilion opened, an old man in a white monk’s robe showed his figure, and then the old man walked out of the pavilion. Going out, he slowly stepped on the green plum that surrounded the pavilion and landed in front of the young monk.

Seeing the respectful face of the old man, the beard and eyebrows were white, the monk Mingyue Cimei frowned slightly, and there was a kind of regret in the eyes that were still unhappy just now.

The old monk Jingcheng had a smile on his face. He was just about to put his hands together to make a salute. He could see that there was no concealed regret in the eyes of monk Cimei. He raised his eyebrows, and then lowered his eyebrows again. He proclaimed the Buddha and said: “Jing Cheng has met Master Cimei! It’s just that I haven’t seen him for more than ten years, and the master actually stepped into the realm of imitation lotus, which is really envied by the disciples!”

“Amitabha, Jingcheng…” Cimei raised one hand and proclaimed the Buddha’s name, “Get up!”

“Yes~” Jing Cheng got up and stood beside him respectfully, not saying much.

Cimei raised her eyes to look at the dawn in the distance, sighed, but she didn’t know how to act. She slowly stood up from the futon and walked to the east of the pavilion. Facing the rising sun, she asked in a low voice. : “Do you know why this seat called you here?”

Looking at Cimei’s back, the goose-yellow monk’s robe was inlaid with golden silk borders, and Jingcheng’s eyes showed reverence, and he hurriedly replied: “Yes, the disciple knows that the disciple is going to come to Japan in person. The master reported the matter of Changsheng Town, but because he had to arrange some common affairs in Xiaojin Temple, he only wrote it…”

“Alas…” Cimei sighed again, and before Jingcheng could finish speaking, she interrupted him and asked, “Jingcheng, how many years have you been the abbot of Ciyun Temple?”

Jingcheng was stunned, obviously not expecting Cimei to ask this question, but he didn’t dare to think too much, and hurriedly replied: “The disciple went to Ciyun Temple to be the abbot… It’s still the teacher’s personal support, why the disciple doesn’t know? It’s been three full hours. Sixteen years and three months!”

“Well, you remember so clearly!” Cimei nodded, but there was no joy in her tone.

Jingcheng was even more at Da Leng, and hurriedly smiled and said: “Master, disciple… What did you do wrong? I hope Master will give me some advice!”

“Actually, it can’t be considered a mistake!” Cimei shook her head slightly, but did not turn around and said, “Everyone has their own destiny, and everything in the world cannot be forced!”

When Jingcheng heard this, he was even more anxious. He hurriedly stepped forward, put his hands together, and bowed: “Master, you have always watched your disciple grow up. Moreover, Master has always been an example in the hearts of the disciples. The abbot of Ciyun Temple under the jurisdiction of Hanling Mountain is also modeled after the master…”

“I said you were wrong, and you are getting more and more wrong!” Cimei swung her sleeves, lifted Jingcheng up, and said lightly, “You and I are both former disciples of the Buddha, and everything is for the sake of Lord Buddha, if you want to say that there is an example to follow, it is also a Buddha. I have practiced for many years, but I have not yet attained any Buddhahood, what are you doing like me? It’s just fifty steps to learn a hundred steps!”

When Jingcheng heard it, he said solemnly: “Master is wrong! The disciples naturally put the Buddha Lord and the future of the Buddhist sect in their hearts, but that is the lifelong pursuit of the disciples. And the master is the benchmark for the bitter sea in the disciples’ hearts, and every time the disciples encounter Difficulty, the other side in the distance can certainly give the disciples hope, but the benchmarks nearby give the disciples the motivation to move forward!”

Cimei smiled slightly, like a blooming lotus, and said, “Then let me ask you, is the matter of the Little Golden Temple in Changsheng Town important? Or is the news of Senior Brother Cihang important?”

“This…” Jingcheng was a little puzzled, “The disciple has already passed the news of the master Cihang to the master, nothing else is important, and the disciple is not talented, let alone find the whereabouts of the master Cihang. The disciple. In order not to let Chongyun Sect take the lead in Changsheng Town, he hurriedly dispatched Junior Brother Jing Mo to Changsheng Town to serve as the abbot of Xiaojin Temple. Taking advantage of the shadow left by Master Cihang, he firmly tied the roots of Xiaojin Temple in In Changsheng Town.”

“Did Jing Mo go to Changsheng Town?” Cimei asked again indifferently.

“Naturally not yet, the disciple is waiting for the Buddha’s edict from Hanling Temple.” Jingcheng said hurriedly, “Although the disciple can directly appoint the abbot of the Xiaojin Temple, the incense in Changsheng Town today is beyond the disciple’s expectations, and there are thousands of people every day. Tens of thousands of donors traveled from all directions to Jiang Chaoguan in Changsheng Town to worship the statue of Master Cihang, such a grand event… The disciples dare not specialize in it, and they also ask the master to decide.”

“Well…” Cimei listened, her tone slightly slowed, and she asked, “According to what you said, Changsheng Town has gathered a lot of villagers and laymen, and they spontaneously want to build a golden body of ten feet for Senior Brother Cihang? ”

“Yeah!” As soon as this matter was mentioned, there was a gleam in Jing Cheng’s eyes, “This is when Xingchen had not left Changsheng Town, someone suggested it, and this suggestion was immediately accepted by the crowd. Accepted by the donor, when Xingchen left Changsheng Town, they had already prepared a lot of money! It’s just… alas, on the Tibetan Immortal Continent, my Buddhist sect has never had a golden body image, and Master Cihang also There is no real proof, so the disciple can only tell the master about this matter…”

Speaking of this, Jing Cheng’s face suddenly showed shock, looked at Cimei with an incredible look, and said anxiously: “Master, your old meaning is… yes… disciples should focus their energy on Senior Brother Cihang erected a golden body, instead of dispatching the abbot of the Little Golden Temple in a hurry?”

Unfortunately, Cimei ignored him at all, turned her head, and asked lightly, “Can Xingchen come with you?”

“Yes, the disciple received the decree from the master, and immediately came with Xingchen Xingye.” Jingcheng nodded, “The disciple took a little rest and waited in front of the master’s door. After seeing the master, let him Xingchen came to meet the master! I just don’t know…what’s wrong with the arrangement of the disciple?”

“You still asked after all!” Cimei sighed, “Jingcheng, if you don’t get rid of the obsessions and common thoughts in your heart, I’m afraid you won’t be able to achieve fruition in this lifetime!”

Jingcheng’s face was shocked, and he hurriedly asked: “Disciple knows what’s wrong, and asks master to teach me!”

“Hehe, don’t be too frightened!” Cimei smiled, “I haven’t achieved fruit yet, so what are you worried about? I just said that you should not have obsessions. Isn’t that just obsessions?”

“Ah…” Jing Cheng thought for a while and immediately woke up, clasping his hands together, “Amitabha, what the master taught is. The disciple has been the abbot of Ciyun Temple for more than 30 years, and he works daily with mundane services, and his obsession is growing. It’s so serious that you can even remember how long you have been serving as abbot, how is this different from the secular government? The disciple’s Buddhist practice has already fallen into the lower level.”

Cimei nodded and said, “You’re right. You are a Buddhist disciple. Some things should always be remembered, and some things should always be forgotten. What Buddhist cultivation bases and Buddhist magical powers are all for my Buddhist disciples. It’s useless, it’s just some magical powers to subdue demons, it’s not the root of my Buddhist disciples, doing good deeds is the ultimate pursuit of my Buddhist disciples!”

“Yes, the disciple understands!” Jingcheng naturally thought of the compliment he had just said when he saw Cimei, and replied very ashamed.

Cimei said again: “Amitabha, although you and I are different in age and practice, we are both Buddhist disciples, and secular etiquette does not have to be strictly observed. You don’t have to get up so early, and you shouldn’t wait respectfully. In the pavilion. If your heart is in these common thoughts, it will be difficult for you to advance in Buddhist practice.”

“Disciple already understands! Disciple keep it in mind and always warn yourself.” Jingcheng smiled bitterly. The etiquette of waiting is what other monks in Yunlin Temple did when they met him. He had seen him for more than 30 years and was used to it. Now, of course, I have brought it out to show respect to Cimei. How could I have thought that this is a common practice in the world, different from the teachings of Buddhism?

“Hehe, I won’t say more!” Cimei laughed again, “You have done a very good job in Xiguo, and you have made great achievements. The strong incense of my Buddhist sect in Xiguo is obvious to all Buddhists in the Tibetan Immortal Continent. It’s just that you’ve heard too many common things, and that’s why you’ve got the bad results you are now! As long as you wake up a little bit, you can make corrections, and the future is boundless.

Speaking of this, Cimei had a wry smile on her face again: “Not to mention you, it’s me, I almost lost my mind when I heard that Brother Cihang almost attained the Bodhisattva Buddhahood!”