The monk in black gave Xu Changge a Buddhist scripture and asked Xu Changge to recite it silently.
After half an hour, Xu Changge entered a strange state.
Buzz——
The suspended piece of jade slowly floated in front of Xu Changge's eyes, and visibly penetrated into Xu Changge's eyebrows.
Watching the jade enter Xu Changge's body, the black-clothed monk had a very rich expression, his eyes flashed with strange light, and he murmured to himself: "Lingtai Mountain is not a place, but a person..."
The black-clothed monk looked at Xu Changge with even more awe.
A long time ago, Lord Lingzhen Buddha left this piece of jade and asked the black-clothed monk to deliver it to the hands of a later generation named Chang Ge.
"Why did Master know this as early as more than 600,000 years ago?"
Although the monk in black admired his master very much, he couldn't figure this out clearly. Even if he were an emperor, it would be impossible for him to know what would happen six hundred thousand years later!
At this moment, Xu Changge's consciousness went to an ancient illusory space because of the jade.
In this space, there are no solemn temples or towering mountains. There is only a simple bamboo house with some simple furniture placed in the yard, including tables, chairs, benches and other items.
When Xu Changge opened it, he found himself in the courtyard.
"Clang!"
The closed bamboo door opened.
Xu Changge immediately turned around and saw a very good-looking monk, who could even be said to be a bit coquettish.
"Sir." The monk is wearing a snow-white cassock, with a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth. His skin is like carved jade, and his eyes are as clear as water. Even though he is bald, he still has a very high charm.
Handsome seems a bit inappropriate to describe this monk. Beautiful is more appropriate, and he is surprisingly beautiful, so it is difficult to find fault with him.
"Are you... Lord Lingzhen Buddha?"
Xu Changge was stunned for a moment, then speculated.
"I dare not call myself king in front of my husband."
The monk bowed with his hands clasped together and admitted.
This is the appearance of Lord Lingzhen Buddha when he was young. He once amazed an era and made many beautiful girls in heaven feel excited.
"There are some things in the house that I hope my husband can pass on to Buddhist disciples."
Monk Lingzhen said.
Xu Changge said nothing and looked at Monk Lingzhen and the empty space around him.
At this time, Xu Changge was very confused and couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion. He looked at the Lingzhen Buddha in front of him, and he seemed familiar, as if he had known him a long, long time ago.
"Sir, please take a seat." Monk Lingzhen pointed to the bamboo bench in the courtyard and showed great respect.
Xu Changge and Monk Lingzhen sat across from each other, facing each other, and the atmosphere was dull.
"In the past, my husband was sitting here, teaching young monks how to practice and understand nature." Monk Lingzhen recalled the past years with great nostalgia: "The young monk was stupid and often couldn't understand what he said. Let him know more about it."
Thank you for your trouble."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
Xu Changge was a little confused after hearing this.
"Sir has laid out the plan for millions of years, and now he is reborn in a secular body. It seems that the real prosperous age has arrived. It is a pity that the young monk has no chance to see the scene of the prosperous age, let alone the majestic appearance of Mr."
Monk Lingzhen saw the doubtful look on Xu Changge's face. He suddenly understood and said regretfully: "When the time is right, sir, you will understand all this. When the memory is reviewed and the cause and effect are reconnected, I hope that you can open up a new world that has never been seen before."
era."
With that said, Monk Lingzhen stood up slowly and bowed to Xu Changge.
The moment Monk Lingzhen stood up, Xu Changge's body trembled slightly, and some blurry pictures flashed in front of his eyes. Gradually, these pictures became clear.
Fragments of memories from the past, the same bamboo house, the same courtyard.
A man in green clothes sat under a Bodhi tree, and beside him stood a young monk who was nearly sixteen years old.
The little monk is learning various Taoist techniques and seems a little clumsy.
"If your mind is not steady, how can your hands be steady? Copy the meditation mantra a hundred times."
The body of the man in green was wrapped in a thin layer of mist, making his appearance invisible.
"Yes, Master." The young monk did not dare to refute and nodded.
"I've told you so many times, don't call me master." The man in Tsing Yi said in a stern tone.
"Sir." The young monk quickly changed his words.
The young monk didn't understand why the man in Tsing Yi was unwilling to call him "Master". Is it because he had poor qualifications?
The young monk felt that this was a great possibility, so he practiced harder and did not dare to slack off at all.
The people in Tsing Yi who preach and teach are actually the masters of the young monk. The reason why they do not accept the young monk as their disciple is for the sake of the young monk's safety.
How can ordinary mortals bear the consequences of immortality?
If the man in Tsing Yi really becomes a master-disciple with the young monk, the man in Tsing Yi's current special physical condition cannot cut off the cause and effect of this fate. In this case, what awaits the young monk will be an unimaginable judgment from heaven.
For many years in the future, the people in Tsing Yi taught the young monk.
After the young monk's foundation was firmly laid, the man in Tsing Yi was ready to leave.
"Sir, you are leaving. Where are you going?"
When the young monk learned about this, he was very reluctant to leave.
"A place far away."
The man in Tsing Yi turned his back to the young monk and his voice was vicissitudes of life.
"Can disciples go to find you?"
The young monk was afraid of being punished and asked in a low voice.
The man in Tsing Yi was silent. If we say goodbye today, I am afraid we will never see each other again.
After a while, the young monk said again: "What should I do if I miss you?"
After hearing these words, the man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes gently. Then, the man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes, took out a larger stone, and placed it in the yard: "If his end is approaching, he can seal his body with this object.
.If we are destined, maybe we can meet again one day!"
In the endless years, the people in Tsing Yi have been used to seeing life and death, and have experienced the feeling of life slowly passing away from their arms many times. The more times they do it, the more people in Tsing Yi become numb.
The little monk's words "What should I do if I miss you?" caused a ripple in the heart of the man in Tsing Yi, and he made an exception and took out a stone.
This is not an ordinary stone, but an immortal glass stone. It is an extraterrestrial thing, a real immortal rare stone. When the immortal stone enters the world, it will definitely attract the attention of the will of heaven. The man in Tsing Yi still needs to go to the end of the deep starry sky to get there.
This period of cutting off cause and effect should not let the young monk suffer.
Then, the man in Tsing Yi left.
The young monk wanted to catch up, but was blocked by an invisible barrier. He could only look at the direction in which the man in Tsing Yi was leaving and call out: "Sir, sir..."
Many years later, the little monk became a giant in Buddhism, holding up the sky. No one called him "little monk" anymore, but called him "Lingzhen Buddha".