Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3394

[Chapter 3394 Xiao Linglong Temple]

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the leaf, a little surprised. Under the heavy snow, the leaf was still green, without the slightest withering and yellowing, and even the snow white and leaf green complemented each other, showing the vitality of the green leaf. Looking at the tree trunk that I collided with, it is different from the ordinary tree trunk. This trunk is about several feet in size. It is not an independent trunk, but is surrounded by dozens of trunks. These dozens of trunks are rugged and coiled. As a group, each independent tree trunk is so strong and powerful, and the bottom of the trunk is deeply inserted into the foothills buried in the snow. , the branches and leaves emanate from the top of the trunk, covering the dozens of feet nearby.

“What kind of strange tree is this?” Poor Xiao Hua came from the desert Xiaoyu Continent of the Buddhist sect. Naturally, he didn’t know the origin of this tree, so he secretly wondered, “This tree doesn’t look like an ordinary spiritual tree, but if it wasn’t Spirit tree, how can you keep the branches and leaves evergreen even in the coldness of the snow?”

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the small temple not far away, and said with a smile, “Xiao Mou can go and ask if it’s okay?”

The small temple is not big, it is comparable to the Jiangchao Temple in Jiangchaoling, and the front of the small temple is covered with snow, and there is no trace of people walking. Xiao Hua already knew that this must be another dilapidated temple.

Before Xiao Hua walked to the small temple, he turned his head to look at the footprints that he had walked all the way, and a kind of enlightenment was born in his heart: “The geese have left their voices, and the people have left their names. Xiao only occasionally passes by this mountain, Such heavy snow has left such marks. Although the snow has passed the sky, no one knows that Xiao has this trip, but what is in Xiao’s heart? What is in Xiao’s memory? What about the master in this temple? ”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, the journey of people, the shadows of heaven and earth, the chaos in the world, who knows?” Xiao Hua suddenly felt like he was getting a lot older, and everything would make him sad, he hurriedly shook his head and looked up at the small temple. on the plaque.

“Little…Ling…Wang Temple??” The plaque of the temple is obviously in Sanskrit, and Xiao Hua is familiar with it, but this plaque is really old, and it seems to be comparable to the spirit grass in Xiao Hua’s space. The handwriting was blurred long ago, Xiao Hua resolved it several times and simply gave up, and was about to walk up the steps to knock on the same dilapidated temple door. Suddenly, Xiao Hua stopped, because the steps in front of the temple were abnormally clean, with only a few snowflakes falling with the wind, apparently someone had just cleaned it. Xiao Hua hurriedly took a few steps back, shook his body, and the snowflakes all over his body flew up, revealing Xiao Hua’s abnormally dry clothes. But just when those snowflakes were about to fall, Xiao Hua seemed to have thought of something, and with a move, all the snowflakes fell on his body again, and then Xiao Hua stretched out his hand and wiped it on his head, and again After dozens of blows all over the body, most of the snow was shaken off, and a part of the snow was left. Only then did he respectfully take a step and reach out to knock on the copper ring above the temple gate.

“Dangdangdang…” The door knocker’s voice was not loud, but it was very clear. The sound of “Suo Suo” falling snow spread far away in the “swoosh” breeze…

However, after a while, there was no sound inside the temple gate, and there was no sound of footsteps.

“I know…” Xiao Hua pushed tentatively, the temple door was hidden, and he opened it. There was no shadow wall on the front, but a small open space. The first thing that caught Xiao Hua’s eyes was a Team orange! When Xiao Hua paid a little attention, he could already see clearly that it was a monk in a strange orange-red costume lying on top of a pile of snow, and on the other side of the monk was a half-sweeped open space.

“Ouch~” Seeing this, Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect, and was about to fly up to rescue, but saw that the monk who was motionless twitched all over his body, and slowly and difficultly curled up from the ground and climbed up. At this time, Xiao Hua could see clearly that this was an old man who had passed his sixtieth year. The complexion on his face was very dark and red, and his entire face was full of wrinkles, just like a walnut. Under a pair of snow-white eyebrows, two pairs of In the eyes of a slit, there is only a kind of turbidity.

The old monk stood up, first looked around, slowly bent down and picked up a weird orange-red hat that looked like a cockscomb, carefully knocked off the snow particles on it, and then carefully put it on on his bald head. Xiao Hua could see clearly. Although the old monk was careful, there seemed to be a problem with his eyes. He cleaned the hat by feeling. There were a lot of snow particles on the tail of the weird hat.

After putting on his hat, the old monk bent down again with difficulty, picked up a broom from the ground, and slowly cleaned it up. Although the old monk was sweeping, he was sweeping too slowly. The snowflakes in the sky were too big. Just after sweeping, there were snowflakes falling, just like the old monk had never cleaned.

Xiao Hua stood quietly at the temple gate, did not say a word, did not approach, just watched silently, this old monk is completely different from the Taoism of Qiyang Temple, one is in Tibetan Immortal Continent, and the other is in Paradise of Elysium. One is a Taoist disciple and the other is a Buddhist disciple, but in Xiao Hua’s eyes, there seems to be no difference between them. The firmness, the kind of perseverance.

Seeing that the old monk in the small open space spent a good amount of time sweeping a meal, and when the old monk turned around, the whole open space was covered with another layer of snowflakes. This open space is a small square in front of the temple hall. It is not like the steps in front of the temple are blocked by eaves. Seeing the old monk keep silent and even raise his head, and start cleaning again, Xiao Hua had to cough. The snowflakes are so big and the old monk moves so slowly, Xiao Hua has no doubt that unless the snow stops, the old monk will never finish.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hua’s ordinary coughing sound did not attract the old monk’s attention, and the broom was still sweeping the open space one by one.

Xiao Hua raised his eyes and glanced at the gloomy hall. After hesitating for a moment, he released his Buddhist consciousness. After taking a general look, he knew that there was no one else in the temple except this old monk. Xiao Hua had to walk to the old monk. In front of him, he clasped his hands together and shouted, “Amitabha, how are you, elder?”

“Well…” The old monk didn’t seem to hear it, or he didn’t panic at all, he snorted in his nose, ignored Xiao Hua, and swept a few feet straight in front of Xiao Hua. After that, as if he suddenly understood, he slowly raised his head, those turbid eyes that could not see any expression looked at Xiao Hua, and when his eyes fell on Xiao Hua’s bald forehead, he slowly turned his head. Holding the broom in his arms, he clasped his hands together and said, “Amitabha, you are finally here!”

“I… I’m finally here? What does the elder mean?” Xiao Hua was a little surprised, but he was not surprised, because in Xiao Hua’s eyes, the old monk didn’t see his face at all, what he saw It’s just his bald head, except that the old monk admits the wrong person, he doesn’t make other guesses.

“The elder recognized the wrong person!” Xiao Hua smiled, “Next…”

Everything about the old monk was slow, whether it was sweeping the floor or talking, but since the old monk opened his mouth, the old monk ignored what Xiao Hua said and asked, “What is your name?”

The old monk’s words just interrupted Xiao Hua’s words. Xiao Hua smiled slightly, knowing that the old monk didn’t listen to what he just said, so he replied: “I don’t want to mention the name of the law…”

Yes, Xiao Hua is not shaved at all, nor is he an authentic Buddhist disciple. Where did he get his name from?

However, at this time, the old monk seemed to understand again, nodded slightly and said, “Oh, it’s called Bodhi!”

“Bodhi?” Xiao Hua didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, this old monk was really able to interrupt, and he actually found the Dharma name for himself in such a short time.

The old monk was even more interesting. After saying this, he picked up the broom again, as if he had forgotten Xiao Hua, and began to sweep the snow again. After sweeping for a while, he stopped and slowly again He said: “Bodhi, Bodhi? I seem to be a Buddhist… I don’t have this seniority! Oh, yes, little novice, are you a lay disciple of my Buddhist school?”

“Yes, I am a lay disciple!” Xiao Hua thought about it for a while, and had to answer, he had never worshipped Buddhism, and he had practiced Buddhist practice, so it was appropriate to say that he was a lay disciple. However, Xiao Hua was very doubtful whether the old monk heard him say this. Because, after saying this, the old monk started to sweep the snow again. It seems that the snow doesn’t stop, so he will keep sweeping. Except for the snow, he doesn’t do anything else!

Xiao Hua sighed, knowing that his purpose of inquiring about the news might not be realized, he thought for a moment, then bowed and said, “I won’t disturb the elders’ practice, I will leave…”

That is, when he just got up and hadn’t moved the nest under his feet, the old monk raised his head again, and his cloudy eyes didn’t know whether he was looking at Xiao Hua or at the temple gate behind Xiao Hua, and said, “Poor. The monk has been waiting in this small exquisite temple for 90 years, and now the poor monk has reached the point where the oil is dry and the lamp is dry. Do the math…you should come in these two days. The poor monk has finally completed my little exquisite. The mission of the temple is to lead the future Buddha Lord to the Pure Land world!”

“Boom…” For a moment, it was as if he was bombarded by the air column of Haoran Qi to his bald head. When Xiao Hua heard “Xiao Linglong Temple”, he immediately thought of his “Bai Ye Linglong Sutra”, and when he stayed, the old monk would “future Buddha” “Master”, although the old monk’s words were very slight and even a little inaccurate, it was almost like a thunderbolt in Xiao Hua’s ears, with beads of sweat oozing from the top of his head! The whole body was shaking slightly. Looking at the snow-sweeping monk in front of him, an unspeakable strangeness was born from the bottom of his heart…