10th Reincarnation Living Buddha "Who... is this child? Isn't he the reincarnation of the new generation of Living Buddha?" I stared at his face and smiled bitterly.
The boy was slightly aware of it, frowned, raised his left hand, flicked the nail of his tail finger, and made a "click" sound. Without even looking at me, he said briefly: "It's none of your business.
Stand aside."
In an instant, my Adam's apple felt like being stabbed by the tip of a needle, and the pain made my whole body tremble. Following this pain, all the abundant internal energy in my body disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, disappearing without a trace.
Zhang Baisen waved his hand: "Little brother, the master has spoken, please step back!"
Even a senior person like him is respectful to this boy. What else can I say? I can only slowly step away.
Zhang Baisen frowned and looked down at his trousers. It seemed that water had just flowed through his trousers. His trousers were wet all the way to his calves, and they were still dripping down.
After the boy asked the question for the third time - one sentence in Chinese, one sentence in English, and one sentence in Japanese, Master Shenbi finally took a breath and asked sternly: "Who are you?
I heard the words "Master Jianzhen" clearly in my ears, and suddenly I was shocked: "Master Jianzhen? Could it be...could it be..."
Zhang Baisen had been staring at my face, and now he nodded slowly, then shook his head.
I understood what he meant, and my mind suddenly felt like a pot was boiling. I was flooded with thoughts: "Among Buddhists in the world, there has been only one 'Master of Truth Appraisal' since ancient times. That was the man who made six trips eastward during the Tang Dynasty and finally landed successfully.
That great monk in Japan. So, what kind of profound meaning does this boy who learned the hidden secrets have when he mentioned Master Jianzhen?"
The living room, with the front wall removed, had become as hot as the courtyard. As dusk approached, the mountain wind became more and more biting, blowing back and forth all the time, and my hands and feet were almost numb from the cold.
Master Shenbi's ability to understand didn't seem to be very good. He took two steps forward, held his head high, and raised his voice unruly and shouted: "Where did this wild child come from -"
The boy's fingers suddenly changed again, and turned into "thunder-eye whirling fingers" with "thumb, little finger interlocked, index finger, middle finger, ring finger pressed together and thrust forward". I only had time to say half a sentence: "Be careful, be careful -
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A bright electric light suddenly flashed in the dark living room, as if a giant transformer box suddenly short-circuited and ignited. With a hiss, the electric light hit Master Shenbi's chest and violently knocked his body up.
It flew upside down for more than ten meters, and with a loud bang, all the wooden boards on the back wall of the living room were destroyed. I fell flat on my back, and was extremely embarrassed.
"Thunder Eye Whirling Finger" is the most powerful attack method in hidden fingering, but it requires long-term luck training to reach such a powerful level. How did the seven-year-old boy in front of me succeed in practicing it?
"Hmph! You are very knowledgeable, kid! You are much better than these bald guys with no memory..."
He even called me "kid", which made me smile bitterly. I had no idea where he came from.
In the Tibetan secrets, we adhere to the profound principle of "reincarnation of living Buddhas". When the previous generation of living Buddhas ascended to heaven, their physical bodies disappeared, but the spirit drifted and transferred to a certain person or an embryo that had been conceived at the moment of leaving the physical body.
It is called "reincarnation". Relying on the "reincarnation code" left by the old living Buddha, his supporters will slowly find the new living Buddha, use the "golden urn drawing lot" system to identify the soul boy, verify the person's identity, and pass on the old living Buddha.
The mantle of the Living Buddha.
Living Buddhas who have been "reincarnated" often have endless superpowers from the moment they are born, and can spontaneously comprehend the wisdom gained by the old Living Buddhas' lifelong practice. This is why millions of Tibetans willingly live in the cold and remote areas.
The reason why they believe in the Living Buddha is to make offerings to the living Buddha. In the consciousness of the Tibetans, the Living Buddha is their only belief in survival. Wherever the Living Buddha is, that is their paradise.
I concentrated hard and stared at his face, hoping to see the mark of "the reincarnation of a living Buddha" on his body.
In fact, all newspaper materials have introduced with great fanfare that the new generation of reincarnated "living Buddha soul boys" has been unmistakably born in Lhasa, China. After the supporters verified their identity, they were welcomed back to the Jokhang Temple with lanterns and colorful decorations.
The boy in front of me is not only of the wrong age, but his appearance and clothing are far different from that of the new generation of "living Buddha soul boys". So who is he? He is actually proficient in such advanced Tibetan secret fingering techniques at such a young age.
The boy strode into the living room and walked straight to the coffin where Tengjia lay.
He had to stand on tiptoes to see what was inside the coffin, which was very laborious. Zhang Baisen followed him in, gently held him in his arms, and the two of them looked into the coffin at the same time.
The four old monks, Dragon, Elephant, Tiger and Lion, were exhausted mentally and physically. They supported each other and sat cross-legged, with white mist constantly spraying out from their mouths and noses.
"Interesting...interesting..." The boy sighed in a low voice, raised his left hand and stroked the wrinkles on his forehead, pretending to be thinking hard.
The monks outside the door fell into silence again. Only the soldier who struggled to get up saw blood on his head and face. He walked to the wall and sat down in embarrassment, still with silent fear on his face.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and it will soon be sunset.
I remembered Xiao Kereng's call, but at this moment, I really couldn't find the time to answer the call. The appearance of the mysterious Tibetan sect boy and the powerful Zhang Baisen caused a huge change in the entire ceremony.
, it almost became the disaster of Fengqie Temple.
"How are you?" The boy murmured to Tengjia in the coffin, with his hands clasped on his left and right temples, his eyes wide open, staring at Tengjia's face through the transparent and thick glass cover.
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If he is really the reincarnation of the old living Buddha, he must have the power to bring the dead back to life, and there is really hope for Tengjia's resurrection. In the ancient legend of the Tibetans, the living Buddha has the ability to "hold the Sumeru as a mustard seed, wave across the sea"
The boundless magic power of "Cheng Sang Tian" is the ruler of the entire world, omniscient and omnipotent.
I once visited the Potala Palace in Lhasa, Tibet, and saw tens of thousands of Tibetans dressed in widely different styles coming from shabby yurts hundreds of kilometers away to worship.
In front of the door...the living Buddha is the soul of the Tibetan people, and it will never change from ancient times to the present.
With a bang, the glass cover was pulled open out of thin air, and the data on the LCD screen changed rapidly.
No one said anything. Everyone on the Fenggeo Temple side knew how powerful Zhang Baisen was and did not dare to jump out and humiliate himself again.
"How are you? How are you? How are you..." The boy kept mumbling and repeating, each sentence changing the language of different races. At first, it was more common Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Russian, English, and French.
, Thai... Later, it became more and more weird, and there were even more than a dozen languages like the sounds of birds, the sound of water, and the wails of monsters.
For about five minutes, he kept staring at Tengjia's face and asked this question repeatedly. Unfortunately, Tengjia had been sleeping and was unconscious.
The boy's handsome face showed great confusion. He left his temples with his hands and pressed them on his forehead at the same time.
His eyes and eyebrows are too slender, and his lips are too rosy. When his luck works, the skin on his face glows with a magical almost transparent ruby white, and the tip of his nose, cheekbones and other parts gradually become as white as jade——
Zhang Baisen just hugged him silently. This figure with an unattainable status in the world of mainland China always had a respectful attitude in front of boys and did not dare to go beyond the rules. He was able to defeat several masters of Fengke Temple with one right fist.
, even if his martial arts is not the best in China, it is at least ranked among the top ten masters. It is truly admirable. Especially the awe-inspiring righteousness shown in every move he makes is second to none among the martial arts figures I have seen in my life.
of.
"She is obviously awake... She can obviously wake up in an instant... Why? Why can't she break through this layer of window paper?" The boy's melancholy eyes turned to me, and suddenly there seemed to be sparks in his eyes, like a dark night.
A meteor suddenly appeared and pierced the sky in one fell swoop.
"Give me...your hand." He slowly stretched out his hand towards me, his skin was round and delicate, and his fingers were slender and soft.
I was stunned, then involuntarily took a step forward, stretched out my hand, and covered it in his palm.
"Look into my eyes..." I raised my head and made eye contact with his, and I suddenly felt the urge to "prostrate myself". His eyes were filled with the brilliance of peace and kindness, which can only be achieved when someone wins.
The holy light with a calm heart that could only be seen in the eyes of a Taoist monk now appeared in the eyes of a seven-year-old child.
At this moment, all the memories about my elder brother Yang Tian came to my mind, and there were even many things I didn’t know. Those were from a very young age, about the time before human memory matures - I smiled bitterly
Get up: "How can I remember things that happened before without memory? These things cannot exist in my mind..."
A faint heat flowed into my palm, and the vague memory gradually became clear: I was lying on the back of my elder brother, walking on an extremely rugged mountain road, until I stopped at the edge of a cliff.
The wind in the sky is very gentle, the grass in the cracks between the rocks on both sides has just turned green and sprouted, and the air is filled with the fragrance of young grass (I feel really young, I should be at the age of babbling)...
The eldest brother held me in his arms, took out a bottle, shook it, and put the nipple close to my lips (Oh my god! Was I still a breastfeeding child at that time?).
I rolled my eyes and looked down the cliff. Below were countless majestic palaces with numerous buildings stretching endlessly.
The eldest brother spoke with a heavy sense of weariness: "Did you know? This is the greatest palace in Chinese history, hiding the most incredible secrets of prehistoric civilization. You are so young, and I always tell you this, will you?
Are you bothered?" His eyes were gentle and kind when he looked at me, but I ignored him. Apart from desperately drinking milk, my eyes were always chasing a group of butterflies with red flowers on a black background.
Of course, I didn’t know that those flying colorful things were called butterflies. I just thought they were beautiful when they were flying. I also felt very hungry and needed a lot of things to fill it up.
The eldest brother’s face is covered with beard, under the nose, under the lips, on both cheeks, under the chin, everywhere. It is several centimeters long. It can be seen that it has not been trimmed for a long time.
He kissed me gently on my forehead, then lifted me up and placed me in a "nest" made of three stones. The stones were strategically placed and clamped my shoulders, waist and legs just right.
move.
"Can you wait for me here? I can return before dark. What should I bring you? Is it the bronze swords of the soldiers, the ivory combs of the maids, or the blood coral tribute from the Kingdom of Wuyue? The Kingdom of Yelang
The Night Pearl sent? Buddha relics from Korea and Ryukyu..."
The sun was shining brightly, causing me to sneeze on my back, and the milk bottle rolled to the side. But my eldest brother was lost in thought while narrating, and didn't notice me at all. He was so tall, and when he stood in front of me,
It blocked all the sunlight, making me feel that he was the only master between heaven and earth.
I don’t know how time passes. When the sun is no longer dazzling, the cool mountain breeze is whistling, the sky is getting darker, and then twinkling stars appear one after another. I lie helplessly, waiting for my brother to come again
At that time, I actually didn’t understand anything, had no ideology, and was in a state of complete ignorance...
The warmth in his palm disappeared. The boy squinted his eyes, examined my face, and after a long time he uttered an exclamation filled with infinite fascination: "How could your brain cells... be so differentiated to such a high level? I
I don't understand... I don't understand..." He lowered his head and looked at his palm carefully, and when he raised his head again, his eyes already showed the embarrassment of extreme frustration.
I don’t understand how I could find a memory that couldn’t possibly exist deep in my mind - "Master... Master, tell me, where did my brother go?"
Since Zhang Baisen calls him "Master", this title is always correct.
The boy smiled, rubbed his hands on the stacked wrinkles on his forehead, and replied sadly: "The answers to many questions are in your heart. If you can mobilize the water of the five elements under the spring to rise to the Tianling Cap, the big and small brains, naturally
You can find the answer that explains everything. What you are looking for is often held in the palm of your hand. Human life exists in the world. The Creator has written all future trajectories in the palm prints of each individual. Interpret them - you can
Try to interpret them yourself, I believe you can..."
I have seen my palm prints countless times, and there are many crosses and three-way intersections. Most fortune tellers will interpret this phenomenon as "a lifetime of worries and worries that will never end" - if you hear this kind of words too many times, you will not understand the point, and it will only add to the meaning.
trouble.
"I just want to know where the elder brother is going in the memory just now? Is it because he never came back?" I smiled bitterly. If I can't know all the answers, at least I can solve one question.
The boy looked up and sighed: "The people of Chu are burning, and the earth is scorched. That's where he wants to go..."
These eight characters are famous lines in an ancient poem. Anyone who hears them will know what they refer to, and I am certainly no exception.
After I got the memory of my eldest brother, his kind smile was deeply engraved in my mind. Especially when I thought of a martial arts hero carrying a nursing child all the way through the wilderness, I felt a sense of "dependence on each other."
A sense of vicissitudes of life arose spontaneously. With his lifetime financial resources, he could easily hire slaves, find a few nannies to take care of me, and travel around the world to his heart's content, but he always took me with him and never left me.
"So, will he come back? Where is he now?" I continued to ask.
The boy sighed three times before replying sadly: "I don't know, the way your brain cells are arranged is extraordinary and impossible to detect. Maybe in the future, if you wait for the opportunity, someone will help you decipher them. However, the most important thing in life is to be a human being.
Only by relying on yourself and believing that the spiritual mirror in your heart will open automatically one day can you travel through time and space and truly gain freedom..."
His words were so mysterious that I couldn't fully comprehend them for a while.
I don't know who he is, whether he is a "reincarnated soul boy" or another master of special powers. I just feel that I will benefit a lot from being with such a stranger, even if it is only for ten minutes.
"I think it's necessary to stay here for one night, what do you think?" He turned back and looked at Zhang Baisen.
Zhang Baisen bowed slightly and respectfully agreed: "Yes, I will let the temple arrange it."
He had just fought against the monks, and the two sides were at war with each other. I really don't know how else to force Fengge Temple to stay.
Master Shenbi, who was knocked down and flew out, groaned and sat up. He stretched out his hands to support a thick tree trunk and stood up with difficulty. The place where he fell out was actually another dimly lit hall with the same size as this one.
, and the two rooms use the same wall as a partition.
There are two giant trees, more than two meters in diameter, planted side by side three meters apart. The bark is dark and cracked.