Legend of the Great Sage - 1608. Chapter 1608

At this time, the abbot of Yangon saw a small figure galloping over the lush vegetation and moonlight field.

Muttered: “What are you asking about again?”

“Dan Sheng” stood still in front of the temple, took a deep breath on his knees, and resolutely said: “Let’s go!”

If his life is destined to be a nightmare, then he has to fight like Li Qingshan, not hide like a coward and dare not sleep.

“and many more!”

“Dang Sheng” broke into the temple again, there was a ding bang, the monks exclaimed, and then came out with a satisfied pat on their hands.

In the Hall of Garan, the last Garan god named “Li Qingshan” was smashed to pieces, and he could no longer see the majestic appearance.

“Why?” The abbot of Yangon was also amazed, becoming a god and being enshrined is something that all practitioners are looking forward to. Is it because the position is too low?

“I don’t want people to worship me!”

“Amitabha, do you only wish to be equal to all living beings? The poor monk is ashamed.” The abbot of Yangon folded his hands together, smiled and sighed: “But, as expected, only you can do this.”

“What the hell is it?”

“Don’t worry, we will leave and talk.”

They approached the silvery blue night and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

In a messy Garan Temple, the monks are all soft. In the Pure Land of Bliss, not to mention the gods enshrined in the temple, even if it is a piece of paper with a picture of a god, no one dares to damage it.

They had never heard of such terrifying and unruly things, and they didn’t even know what to do.

In the tall and deep temple, God Garan and a group of gods seemed to stare at them. The monks bowed to the ground one after another, kowtow like garlic, and kept accusing them of crimes.

It was the abbot who presided over the most calm, commanding: “Hurry up and clean up here, and then go to Master Zhu’s carpenter’s shop and invite another one as it is. No one is allowed to reveal anything here.”

He went to the corner and held up the remaining half of the head of “God Garan Li Qingshan”, with his butt up to the sky, and bowed deeply: “Little monk, please forgive sins and forgive sins. We must reshape the body of the law for the gods as soon as possible. .”

In the early morning of the next day, the Garan Hall was spotlessly cleaned again. A newer statue of the god stood high on the altar. The bright sunshine fell on him, making him even more energetic.

From time to time, the monks came to see and worship to confirm the existence of this deity.

What happened last night is really like a nightmare!

At the same time, “Dan Sheng” felt that the abbot of Yangon was not malicious, so he told him what had happened.

“You really lost your memory.”

“Did you bump your head?” “Dan Sheng” rubbed his head with both hands, but he didn’t find even a big bag.

“Haha, of course not.”

The abbot of Yangon faintly guessed that Li Qingshan had deliberately shut down his memory to resist the influence of the Pure Land of Bliss. With his knowledge of this kid, he can definitely do this kind of thing.

“Then how to recover?”

“Well, it’s easy to handle.” The Yangon abbot smiled slightly, and the young Junxiu’s face looked a little unkind, and he patted his shoulder: “Don’t thank me, I ask you to do something, and it should be something in return. ”

So I turned my footsteps and turned slightly, passing through the dense forest. There were no wild animals in the forest; crossing a big river, there were no fish in the river; climbing up a mountain, only the sound of birds singing one after another, never stopped, which contains wonders The melody seems to eulogize this wonderful world.

Sometimes a flock of birds gathers, gathers and disengages, and the sound of flapping wings resounds through the sky. It was like a paradise for feathers, and they couldn’t help but stop and admire it.

Ascending to the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire plain, “Dangsheng” eyes wide open, I saw countless buildings lined up at the foot of the mountain, such as abbeys, towers, aqueducts, palaces, fountains, temples, and squares, stretching all the way to the end of the horizon. I don’t know how many miles.

Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a big city. The clear river that flows down from the high mountains traverses the entire city and is scattered to every corner via canals.

They descended along the river, and the city was full of birds and flowers, and people flowed everywhere, but they were not doing nothing. There are also hawkers and craftsmen. But on their faces, there are no worries.

Vendors don’t worry that their goods won’t be sold or sold at a price. They don’t have any tactics, and they enthusiastically share with passers-by. The hawking is more like a bird singing in a competition, and it has become a scene on the street.

Craftsmen concentrate on doing their own work, but they no longer live by it, but a kind of enthusiasm from the heart. Anyone placed in the world is a transcendent and holy master. The handicrafts from them are all exquisite and exquisite. They must be invaluable in the ordinary world. Now they are only placed on the side of the road for passers-by to evaluate and choose at will.

And it is not gold, silver, copper and iron that are used for trading, but bodhi seeds.

Bodhi trees are everywhere in this world, and Bodhi is worthless. But everyone has no greed and evil thoughts in their hearts. Bodhi is only used as a token of credibility. Everyone does his job and takes what he needs. If you ask them to do nothing, they find it meaningless.

Along the way, “Dansheng” has no time to speak, and holds a lot of food and drink stuff in his arms. Although he didn’t have half a bodhi in his hand, there was the abbot of Yangon by his side. Others thought he was a little novice who wandered with the master, rushing to stuff things into his arms.

“Here…really…” He murmured, swallowing everything in his mouth: “…good place!”

The craftsmanship of the cooks is simply superb. The crystal clear sweet potato glutinous rice and black sesame cake, the browned thousand-page tofu, the sweet corn soup, etc. are countless, and there are no duplicates until now, which makes him appetite.

“My Buddha is compassionate, and all beings are suffering. If all the world can do this, then it will be fine!” The abbot of Yangon sighed with sincere emotion and yearned for infinite yearning.

“Hey, nothing will happen to you then, and all the monks can return home.”

The abbot of Yangon said, “At that time, there was no need for monks, maybe even Buddha.”

“Dan Sheng” was stunned for a moment. At this moment of distraction, an old lady walked up to face her face with her head upright, but she didn’t notice him, and slammed into each other.

Although he is small, he is strong, and he doesn’t sway. The old lady slammed to the ground with a cry.

He hurried to help the old lady, who suddenly grasped his wrist tightly. He panicked in his heart and didn’t know what he was panicking. He always felt as if something terrible was about to happen.

The old lady said, “My child, are you okay!” She touched him all over: “Grandma didn’t crash you!”

“No…no!”

“Amitabha Buddha, bless the Buddha, it’s fine, it’s fine!” The old lady got up and gave him a handful of Bodhi: “Take some sweets to eat!” She walked away quickly.

“Dan Sheng” looked at the Bodhi in his hand: “Uh…I’m ruining people!?”