Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 235 Withered Bodhi Tree

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple on Mount Putuo is a holy place in the entire western world, with countless believers and countless pilgrims.

But the reason why the Holy Land is a Holy Land is because many mortals don't know what the Holy Land looks like throughout their lives.

There are many pilgrims, but few who can arrive.

The holy land is built close to the mountains, with thousands of temples and magnificent momentum.

The old abbot with a bald head and nine ring scars on his bald head was waiting at the gate of the temple.

There are five elders beside the old abbot, some elders are young, some elders are old, and the five elders also have nine ring scars on their heads.

An elder with nine ring scars is equivalent to a cultivator in the cultivation world.

The elders all looked at An Qingli first, nodded in relief, and then heard the old abbot say: "The four Tanyues have come from a long way, please come inside."

"Please come inside." Several Buddhist elders put their left hands upright in front of them, stretched out their right hands, and made invitation gestures.

"The abbot is polite."

Qi Min and Qi Gao nodded their heads, led An Qingli and Ji Xiaopeng, and followed the abbot's footsteps into the temple.

The steps are light, but the steps are extremely fast.

Wearing flowers and blowing willows, the little Buddha who knocked on the wooden fish only saw a few afterimages.

There are many temples in the temple, some temples have a loud chanting sound, and some temples are filled with sandalwood incense. If you squint your eyes, you can also see the Buddha statues in different postures in the temple.

An Qingli glanced casually, and saw an angry-eyed Vajra holding a vajra, and Ji Xiaopeng saw a down-eyed Bodhisattva carrying a basket.

The high-level monks moved too fast, and the sound of chanting sutras and Buddha statues just passed by in a hurry.

Xiao Jintan really likes this place, and feels very friendly as soon as he arrives here, even the air here smells comfortable.

Little Pegasus was in the spirit animal bag, excitedly said: "Qing Li, those elder Buddhist cultivators have really good luck, especially the young Buddhist cultivators with nine ring scars, who are the same as the Shangshan in your sect. On par."

Generally speaking, the longer a monk lives, the heavier the cause and effect will be, and the luck will decline. Of course, this is only for most people.

There are a small number of people, but they are not restricted, so they can become a big boss and ascend to the upper realm.

Xiao Jintan praised: "Long eyes and kind eyebrows, good looks, not inferior to Shangshan. He has such accomplishments at a young age, and he is another proud son of heaven with great luck."

"Little Buddha, what's your name, and who is that young elder?" Ji Xiaopeng asked the little Buddha beside him via voice transmission.The little Buddha was beside his master, he was about the same age as Ji Xiaopeng, and his stature was about the same height.

"The little monk's Dharma name is Kongjian." Kongjian clasped his palms together and said with a straight look, "The young elder is Master Huineng's uncle."

Ji Xiaopeng asked again: "Very powerful?"

Xiao Kongjian thought for a while, nodded and said, "Very powerful."

"How powerful?" Ji Xiaopeng asked again.

Xiaokong saw and said: "It is said that when Master Huineng was still in a small country in the secular world, he went down to the mountain gate for the first time to have a vegetarian meal. He didn't do anything, but walked on the street with his bowl in his hand. The things given by the female benefactors on the street were raised. The gate of the mountain is three hundred years old. The golden Bodhisattva has been molded, and it is still molded according to Master Huineng's appearance, and the incense is still flourishing."

Ji Xiaopeng nodded, it is indeed amazing that one person can support the entire temple gate.

While speaking, the abbot has led the crowd to a Buddhist temple.

The Zen courtyard is quiet, with several meditation rooms of green bricks and green tiles. There is a huge open space in the Zen courtyard, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people to discuss the Tao.

In the center of the wide open space is a huge dead tree.

The withered trees are extremely eye-catching in this quiet green.

The trunk of the dead tree is very thick, and it takes seven or eight people to hug it. The top of the trunk is scorched black, and there are traces of lightning strikes.

A few branches stretched out, and the branches were hung with dry and yellow leaves. Some of the leaves had already fallen to the ground. When the wind blew, many more crumbling leaves also swirled and fell to the ground.

The dead leaves on this ground were swept away yesterday, and today is another ground.

The abbot and several elders felt extremely heavy.Fortunately, there is no trace of worry on the head, if there is, it should have been thrown off by a handful.

This dead tree is the only sacred Bodhi tree in Bianlan Realm.

Xiao Jintan's heart was very heavy, and he felt a little bit sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

So what about the sacred tree, its lifespan is approaching, and it also looks like this ruined and desolate one.

"Can it be saved?"

The old abbot looked at the dead leaves on the ground with a heavy heart.

The bodhi tree is a sacred tree, and it can most help Buddhists to realize the Tao.

Now the aura of Bianlan Realm is greatly reduced, the sacred tree is withered, the fortune of Buddhism is declining, and the Taoism is not much better.

The feeling of helplessness and powerlessness, the more senior monks, the more profound the experience.

It’s like cultivating hard to cross the catastrophe, but a voice tells you that this is the only way to go, and it’s impossible to go any further. It’s the end just after crossing the catastrophe, just wait for old age and death.

The same is true for Buddhism, not to mention that many Buddhist cultivators in Buddhism have to watch the only sacred tree wither and die like this.

An Qingli released her spiritual sense to investigate the old tree, and Xiao Jintan was also helping.

After a while, An Qingli said: "This tree has lived for ten thousand years, and its lifespan is approaching. It is similar to the lamp dying when the oil is exhausted. What I can do now is to add oil to the lamp again to keep the tree alive. .”

There is hope in the eyes of the old abbot, and it is not the desire and desire that the believers preached: "Is it just to keep alive?"

"So far, this is the only way I can do it." An Qingli said, "When my skills improve, maybe there will be a turning point."

An elder urgently asked, "How long will it take?"

An Qingli shook her head: "Not sure."

"Not sure?" An elder sighed softly.

Although cultivating Buddhism pays attention to following fate and letting nature take its course, that is not an important thing in order to achieve peace of mind.If the Buddha statue in the temple is pushed down, many Buddhist practitioners will definitely turn angry and look like diamonds.

This bodhi tree is undoubtedly the Buddha statue in the heart of these Buddha cultivators, and it is even more important than the Buddha statue.

An elder said again: "The little friend needs anything, I will prepare it immediately."

An Qingli looked up at the huge dead wood and said, "Lingshi, a lot of Lingshi, the more the better."

Several elders nodded and looked at the old abbot.The old abbot took out a storage bag from his arms. There were five top-grade spiritual essences in the storage bag, which were specially prepared for An Qingli after selling the eminent monk's relics not long ago.

"enough?"

The old abbot asked, if there is not enough relics, he will sell a few more relics.There are not many other things in Wanfo Temple, but there are many relics.

An Qingli took the storage bag and took a look, good guy, five top-quality spiritual essence, almost didn't shake An Qingli's eyes.

It is indeed the largest Buddhist temple in the West, and it is surprisingly rich.

Little Jin Tan was so happy, he really wanted to get a piece of it and bury it in the flower bed where it was raised.

An Qingli put away the storage bag and nodded: "It should be enough for the time being."

Another elder urged: "It's not too late, little friend, hurry up and raise the tree."

An Qingli took a piece of top-quality spiritual essence and put it on the ground, sat down cross-legged, supported the spiritual essence with one hand, and pressed the other against the tree trunk, and began to operate the rejuvenation formula.

(End of this chapter)