Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3395

[Chapter 3395 confession]

“Long…Elder!” Xiao Hua’s tone was almost trembling, his eyes fixed on the old monk, and he tentatively said, “I’m just here to ask the way, how…how did I become a future Buddha Lord? ?”

It’s a pity that the old monk bowed his head again, turned a deaf ear to Xiao Hua’s words, and focused on sweeping the snow again.

Xiao Hua, who had already planned to leave, how could he move now? Standing there quietly, his eyes looked at the old monk without blinking, his Buddha consciousness has been completely released, and the entire Xiaolinglong Temple is also covered, his eyes are full of disbelief, and his heart is even more ” Thump thump thump” jumped around, thinking about the credibility of the old monk’s words in his mind.

Snowflakes were still floating, and there was no wind in the Xiaolinglong Temple. The old monk’s broom had just swept over 30% of the yard, and Xiao Hua had already made a decision. There are so many unimaginable things in this world. Isn’t Jiu Xia’s technique of the prophet of unpredictability, the magic of the Witch King, and his own hand of cause and effect, all of which can be divination? Jiu Xia could figure out that he appeared in the Huan Kingdom, the Witch King could figure out that he appeared in a million Mengshan Mountain, and this Buddhist predecessor could figure out that he appeared in this small exquisite temple 90 years ago… It’s nothing, Xiao Hua This can choose to believe.

However, Xiao Hua was still a little puzzled, why was this old monk able to distinguish himself at a glance? Could it be that he knew that he was coming today? Or perhaps the predecessors of Buddhism left behind images? If he could have known that he was here 90 years ago and still left his current image, could that senior know about his legacy in the West Sea? Or, if he had just changed his mind and changed his appearance when he was just born in the void, would the old monk still recognize it?

Seeing the old monk swept the snow attentively, Xiao Hua waved his hand, and the sea seal flew out of the space and rushed into the air. The bronze-colored brilliance covered the Xiaolinglong Temple tightly, and no snowflakes would fall. Naturally, the old monk would not look upwards. He swept away the snow in the yard, and suddenly raised his head again: regardless of whether Xiao Hua was beside him or not, he opened his mouth and said, “Bodhi, Don’t be surprised. When the master accepted the poor monk, he already said that the mission of my Xiaolinglong Temple is to wait for the coming of the future Buddha. If any disciple can’t find a disciple in his life, he will definitely be able to wait in his whole life. The coming of the future Buddha!”

After saying this, the old monk swept the snow again until all the snow was piled up to the corner of the yard, and then tremblingly walked to the door of the main hall, and carefully placed the broom beside the thick pillar. Bending down, in a row of large tanks, I randomly selected one, removed the wooden cover on the tank, reached out and took out a small wooden spoon, scooped up the water in the tank, “gudonggudong” He took two sips, wiped the water stains around his mouth with a strange monk’s robe, and said again: “The poor monk has tried every means in his life and has never received a disciple, so the poor monk knows that it is necessary to welcome the glory of the future Buddha Lord. It fell on the poor monk! However, the poor monk still could not imagine that the Lord Buddha came so late! The late monk made it impossible for the poor monk to do anything for the Lord Buddha!”

“Elder…” Xiao Hua walked in front of the old monk and asked with a smile, “What is the name of the elder? Why did the elder think that he is the future Lord of the Buddha? Could it be that no one has ever come up to this small exquisite temple? ”

“The name of the poor monk? Don’t even mention it! The poor monk doesn’t even remember what it was called!” This time the old monk really heard Xiao Hua’s voice and replied, “It’s not that no one comes to my Xiaolinglong Temple. There are monks who have settled down, and there are devout donors, but if you are like the Buddha who doesn’t speak the language of my Pure Land world… but there is not a single one! As a disciple of my Xiaolinglong Temple, you can communicate with the Buddha. It is the first priority, the poor monk often talks to himself when he has nothing to do, so as not to forget this kind of words! And…”

After speaking, the old monk opened his mouth again, and even said in the words of Xiaoyu Continent: “Is it possible… the Buddha Lord still wants the poor monk to say… these strange words? These words… the poor monk… but not much to say. Yes!”

Of course, the old monk’s words were very jerky, and even some words were inaccurate, but Xiao Hua could hear them clearly. These were the words of Xiaoyu Continent that he hadn’t heard for a long time.

“Silk!!! This…how is this possible?” Xiao Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and all the previous doubts were gone, but he forgot that the words and languages of Elysium and Tibetan Immortal Continent are different. When I entered the temple, I told the old monk the words of Confucianism in the Tibetan Immortal Continent, and the old monk responded accordingly. Now that I think about it, the old monk really seemed to be talking to himself! Now that the old monk actually said something from Xiaoyu Continent, how could Xiao Hua not be surprised?

What happened next was even more unexpected to Xiao Hua. The old monk did not take him to the main hall of the temple, nor did he tell him much, but walked to the Yijian hut on the left side of the temple. But after a while, a puff of smoke wafted from the window of the hut, and then a faint fragrance wafted from it.

Xiao Hua didn’t keep up, and now he was surprised again. He walked to the door of the hut and looked around. This hut is like a kitchen. There are some neatly arranged firewood in it, and there is a small stove. On the stove is a small iron pot. At this time, something is cooking inside. It was very sticky, and rolled with the “gududu” of the fire. After the fire under the stove was gradually extinguished, the old monk took out a pot and two rough large bowls from the wooden cabinet beside the stove, and picked up the small iron pot with his dry, boneless hands. Pour the viscous liquid into the pot, then take out a few bottles and jars from the wooden cabinet, and put some ordinary-looking ingredients into the pot.

The old monk picked up the pot, shook it a few times, and poured out some slightly yellowish liquid from it. After the two large bowls were filled, the old monk carefully picked up a bowl and handed it to him. Xiao Hua said: “This is my unique butter tea in Daxue Mountain, you can try it! This thing was the love of the poor monk ten years ago. In recent years, in order to maintain the poor monk’s body… it has been used for a long time. Since you are today Here, the poor monk will also come to relieve his cravings!”

Xiao Hua smelled the aroma of butter tea, and there was a strong smell of meat in it. He was quite unhappy, but after listening to the old monk’s words, his heart was slightly sour again, and he respectfully took the big bowl, Xiao Hua Said: “The poor monk has thanked the elders and thanked the elders for their hard work for more than 90 years!”

After speaking, Xiao Hua raised the big bowl and drank the butter tea into his stomach one by one. A warm feeling came out of his stomach, and even more from the bottom of his heart.

The old monk naturally didn’t have Xiao Hua’s good appetite, but after drinking half of it, he couldn’t drink it. With a sigh, he put the big bowl on the stove, looked at it with some regret, and smiled bitterly: “If you don’t drink it for years, poor monk. I’m afraid I won’t be able to drink anymore!”

Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: “It’s fine if you don’t meet me, since I let me go to Xiao Linglong Temple…”

Speaking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly shut up, he didn’t dare to say more, it seems that before that, if he only had an intention in his heart, those who might take Huichundan would not have a good result. And the old monk in front of him has reached the stage of dying, and Xiao Hua can’t guarantee that his rejuvenation pill will be effective for him.

The old monk didn’t listen to what Xiao Hua said at all, and he didn’t even look at Xiao Hua, and then he said: “The Buddha is mainly thanked for many more, and the poor monk is just one of them. One hundred and ninety-nine years, waiting for another nine days is 10,000 years. The poor monk does not know how many generations the Xiaolinglong Temple has passed down! Only the Bodhi tree outside the Xiaolinglong Temple was planted when the Xiaolinglong Temple was built. It has witnessed the wind and frost of the Xiaolinglong Temple for thousands of years.”

“Ah?” Xiao Hua was startled again and looked around at the darkened hut. He really could not have imagined that this ordinary temple, without any Buddhist formations or blessings of Buddha light, has such a long history.

“Master Buddha, come with the poor monk…” The old monk did not lift his eyelids, but he slowly walked out of the hut, walked to the left side of the main hall, pushed the door of the hall, and the door opened with a sound, only Seeing that there are more than a dozen cabinets inside, there are some scriptures densely packed inside, and then looking at the back of these cabinets, there is a tall Buddhist shrine, and there are a lot of Buddhist ultimatums inside.

The old monk pointed his hand and said, “This is the Tibetan scripture pavilion of my Xiaolinglong Temple. The Lord Buddha will read the scriptures word by word in the future. Although the supernatural powers in my Buddhism are important, the Buddhadharma is the First.”

“This…” Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, opened his mouth and didn’t know how to answer, he really came to ask for directions, he wanted to know where he was going, he really didn’t come to be the future Buddha Lord, and he didn’t want to be here What Buddhist scriptures are read in Xiaolinglong Temple?

The old monk didn’t wait for Xiao Huaduo to say, he stretched out his hand to close the door of the main hall, and brought Xiao Hua to the right side of the main hall again. He also pushed the door and saw a thick pagoda above the main hall. There is no Buddha light on it, it even looks rough and simple, and it looks very weird. The layers of railings and steps are built outside the pagoda.

“This is the pagoda of my Xiaolinglong Temple. After Xiaolinglong Temple was built, all the disciples’ relics are here! After the poor monk passes away, there must be a relic left, and the Lord Buddha can take the poor monk’s relic. Put it on it, and the stupa will be complete. I am waiting to recite the scriptures and pray for the coming of the Lord Buddha every day. These relics are full of my thoughts, and when I get the Buddha Lord’s fruit…it will be of great use!” The old monk The plain tone was like the flow of water, and he pointed at the pagoda with his finger, and said very naturally, it seems that these relics are the butter tea used by Xiao Hua just now, not the real fruit condensed by Buddhist disciples for decades.

Ps: Thanks to “Fellow Daoist Xuanqing” for “Filling the Pit” and “Cultivation of the Gods: The Biography of Xiangzhi”, I have opened a new book “Filling the Pit” in front of this book. Two nearly 300,000 words are placed there. Daoist Xuanqing wrote very well. Tanhua originally wanted to put it here for everyone to see, but there is a fee here, so I put it in the front. I hope you can watch it for free.

In addition, Taoist Xuanqing himself also wrote a book “Nine Heavens Seeking Venerable” at the starting point. Although it has just begun, Tanhua knows that writing a book is not easy, and I hope everyone will support it. Daoist Dai Xuanqing, thank you all.