Chapter 83 The palm print in the autumn rain, the dance in front of the temple
(Today's monthly tickets, monthly tickets tomorrow, monthly tickets in November, all the monthly tickets in your hands this year, give me, broken thoughts ...)
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The statue of the stone in the hall was painted with gold paint at first. I do n’t know how many years have passed. The gold lacquer peels off, exposing the stone inside, and it looks compassionate but terrible under the dim light.
After watching a statue of His Holiness, Ning Que, looking at another, he focused on his attention, forgetting me, he didn't feel hungry at all, and he was not sleepy at all. He kept changing his hands in front of him.
It wasn't until he looked at all the four stone His Holiness that he stopped the movements of his hands. He picked up the futon to sit down and sat down in front of the temple threshold. Facing the night of the Manchi Temple, he closed his eyes and started to think about it.
Unconsciously, a night of time passed, Qiu Yu landed again in the ancient temple, rushing out of the thin mist, so that the slight morning light showed the eaves of the Buddhist temple clearly.
The clear and long bells of the front hall of the former temple passed to the distant rear hall.
Ning Que opened his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, and then he gradually responded to ordinary.
Looking at the gradual autumn rain outside the threshold, he raised his right arm and walked away, and he stretched forward very casually.
The autumn wind in front of the temple, the rain was shaken, silently, in the heavy rain curtain, there was a great blank in the rain. There was no drop of raindrops in the space. It looked extremely dry.
If you look closely, the blank in the autumn rain happens to be the shape of the palm.
I don't know how long it took, the breath surrounded by the temple gradually faded away. Those autumn rain that was not dared to fall into the invisible palm printing range, and everything was normal.
Ning Que did not understand the night until this time, I realized what I had, what I harvested, and watching the heavy autumn rain outside the temple, my mood could not help but feel somewhat excited.
"Fearless, meditation, demons, go to read ... I didn't expect, you can realize the four real fingerprints of the Buddhist gate in one night."
Master Qishan was weak but it was difficult to hide the surprise.
Ning Que turned and worshiped the master, and a great gift.
There are a lot of things he wants to thank. And last night, the Buddha in his hall was settled all night, and the master guarded him all night outside the hall. This kind of loving guardian deserves his sincerity.
Master Qishan looked at Ning Que, and his heart was emotional.
Even if the Buddha's fate is deep and the people who are highly enlightened, it is impossible to realize the wonderful meaning of the four real fingerprints of the Buddha in one night, because the Buddhist fingerprints are not the Dharma, and the Buddhist cultivators cannot open their knowledge.
However, it seems that the obstacle does not seem to have any impact on Ning Que.
Master Qishan felt the breath of Master Lian Sheng in Ning Que's body. It was a lot faint than yesterday. Then he understood that he could surpass the real reason for obstacles.
Because of these obstacles, Lian Sheng had already surpassed.
Master Qishan looked at Ning Que, sentimental. Master, you are constantly leaving the world. Is this the way you continue to exist in this world?
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The envoys of various countries have arrived in Washan, and they were in the former temple to discuss the invasion of the south. In the days, they were meeting. The practitioners talked about the vision in Washan in the Mountain Temple in the middle of the temple.
At the same time, the Yulan Festival, who will have a few days, will come again.
Ning Que and Sang Sang naturally do not care about these things, although they were invited to come to the Yulan Festival. They were in the Temple of Rhako Temple-<> -handa statue, and visiting the Buddhist wall of the temples with Master Suishan.
The abnormal calmness has become a lot of tranquility in their mood.
He still inquired about the Master Bishan. After all, the most grand festival in the world was a bit strange, and there was a legend of the buddha light to suppress the underworld, so he was curious.
"Where can Fozong be able to suppress the underworld, the earliest time was just praying for the night not to come. Later, it gradually evolved into a strong rally in the practice world to discuss how to deal with it, but there have been many years.
It has become a real legend, where can the practitioners care about it? "
Master Qishan smiled and said: "The Yulan Festival has once a year, and the party's party is not fixed. Although I lose my original intention.
"Yuelun Guo is known as the 72 Temples of the Yanyu, and it is also said to be a famous big temple. If you want to calculate those ordinary temples, you are afraid of more than one thousand, and there are a lot of near the Western Wastel, which is much closer to the Xangkong Temple.
Why did Fozong not put the Yulan Festival in the Monthly Wheel country, such as Baita Temple? "
Ning Que puzzled.
Master Qishan asked: "Do you know where is the first big temple in the world in the world?"
Ning Que shook his head.
Master Qishan pointed at the heavy palace eaves under the column and said, "This is here."
Ning Que was surprised, what do you think of this?
Master Qishan knew what he was thinking, explaining: "Because here is the closest to Huangkong Temple."
Ning Que thought that the suspended Temple was far from the deep western wasteland, while the Jaco Temple was located in the southeast. The coastline can be seen on the peak of Washan. The distance between the two places is obviously the longest distance in the world.
The master wants to say recently?
Master Qishan smiled and said: "It is rumored that when the Buddha went to the southeast, when the disciples were playing chess in the mountains, he suddenly felt it.
It is because the Nako Temple we live in now has some faintness with the suspended Temple. "
The faintly connected, these six words are implicitly meaning, but Ning Que still does not understand.
Master Qishan turned around and pointed to the back hall, saying: "It is said that the Buddha's understanding of the highest -level method in the same time was not hindered countless years ago, and a simple stone tower was built there, which can make the monks reach the pure land of the West."
Ning Que said shocked: "I only heard that the Datang Army and the Xiling Temple have some special and powerful rune arrays, which can convey simple information, but I have never heard of any array.
The realm of the middle without distance? "
Master Qishan said: "There is no sky Apocalypse in the Buddhist gate, and naturally there is no distance, but with the thoroughness of the Buddha, it is not too difficult to imagine it."
Ning Que thought that he and Sang Sang's adventure on the Buddha's chessboard that day, and thought about the Buddha's notes that had not left him these days, and I believed a little more in my heart. I asked nervously: "What about the Fa?
"
Master Qishan smiled slightly, saying, "No matter how romantic, it is always beaten by the wind and rain. How powerful the Buddha has passed, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the mana he has left has already disappeared. The legendary one
Simple stone tower, I was afraid that it had become flying ash long ago. The monk in the temple later built a Buddhist temple in the rumor's stone pagoda, which is the back hall. Not to mention the old trace.
arrive."
Listening to this, Ning Que couldn't help but feel somewhat.
In the face of time, the eternal can only die.
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The entire Washan belongs to the Oko Temple. Although the Buddhist gate has not expanded the temple to the war mountains into the temple wall, the area of the temple has been extremely open.
It takes at least a pillar of incense. You can imagine the scale of this temple.
The ancient temple is divided into triple, the former temple middle temple and the temple, in addition to the solemn main entrance of the front temple and the square in front of the temple, there are two extremely elegant Buddhist temples.
The smallest area is also the most quiet, there is only one behind -the -hall.
Qiuyu is still continuing. The monks in the temple are busy preparing the Yulan Festival. The envoys of various countries are still discussing warm or fiercely. The practitioners are still studying each other. The former temple is serious and nervous.
Only the Hou Temple is still quiet, learning the leisure of the Dharma, Ning Que occasionally take Sangsang to walk to the Hall of the Middle Temple. They support the big black umbrella in the autumn rain in the puddle, listening to the sound of the halls in the halls and smiling.
In the words, no one noticed their existence, as long as he didn't want people to notice.
They also went to the former temple and stood between Qiushu Pavilion. Look at the red sleeves in the other courtyard outside the temple and dance, and I saw those youthful and beautiful girls. The fragrant sweat was dripping, and the clothes were shaking, feeling extremely pleasing to the eye.
Looking at the grass on the stage from a distance, he kept conducting with a crisp sound and reprimanded. It seemed that there was a bit of a simple part of everyone, and Sang Sang couldn't help laughing.
Although the dance of the red sleeves is not as gorgeous as the world, it is a bit more a bit of auspiciousness of the Buddha Zong Tianni. It should be very successful to want to come.
Ning Que and Sang Sang just stood in the pavilion and looked at it from a distance, and did not mean to meet with the Red Sleeve Dance Troupe. He did not go to the Tang Dynasty Embassy, the general of the Zhenxi Grand Tong Zhilang, expressed the monks who wanted to meet through the monk in the temple.
Request, but now he really does not want to be disturbed by the world's rare and peaceful mood.
When Master Qishan talked about the Buddhist scriptures, he once said that the Dharma is a method of viewing the world and a method of learning, but the most important thing is a life attitude.
The kind of life attitude was laughed at by the master, and was laughed at by Lian Sheng as a turtle. He was ridiculed to death by the second brother.
Now that Sang Sang is getting sick, Ning Que Xue Buddhism has also gained a lot, and his mood is naturally peaceful. He recalled in the future. In just a few days in the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, in just a few days in Rhako Temple, it was the most calm and joyful period in his life.
Time, but at that time, he understood that this peaceful joy was just a sad comfort.
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Yulan Festival is the day.
Tourists from all over the world have arrived, and the small town in front of Washan is extremely lively. The square in front of Rhako Temple is even more crowded. I don’t know how many pairs of shoes have been stepped on.
A sergeant maintained order, there was no way to perform on the square, and the ceremony could not be performed.
The Central Plains have sent guests of the Gift Group and the performance of the performances. A parade of the parade has triggered a set of applause. The red sleeve dance group from Chang'an City has easily won the biggest applause and applause.
Later, the ceremony of praying for blessings in the world by the abbot of Rhako Temple, and then there was a worship session hosted by a priest of the temple. Numerous believers worshiped the ground. The scene was extremely solemn and solemn.
Ning Que and Sang Sang did not go to the fun, standing on the palace of the back temple, watching the excitement of the mountains from a distance. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Can this be mixed and match?"
After the ceremony, the girls with red sleeves began to dance.
The applause and applause in front of the temple broke through the sky.
Several old monks in Rhake Temple, watching the stage danced on the stage, beautiful and beautiful girls, I do n’t know if they remembered the story of many years ago, but they were wet.
Ning Que looked at the temple and said with emotion: "For decades, the old temple of the ancient temple finally saw the dancing of Sanhua Tianni again. Fortunately, Lian Sheng was dead.