Riding the wind of rebirth

"However, seeing that nothing happened at all, Zhou Zongmin walked around in the Sutra Pavilion, then laughed at his subordinates outside the gate, and said: 'Look, even the king of heaven, I have to let the wicked three points...'"

Both Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao knew that the key was coming, and they pricked up their ears together.

"At this moment, Zhou Zongmin suddenly raised his head and looked at the door frame of the Sutra Pavilion, as if he saw something terrifying, he reached out his hand in a panic to open the receiver of the pistol beside him."

"The gate was closed with a bang, and then I heard several gunshots inside, with flashes of light, and then the whole mountain was stormy, and the whole Fawang Temple was shrouded in black clouds. Voice."

"When the black clouds dissipated, the people in the militia were already paralyzed from fright. When they finally got the courage to open the door of the pavilion, they found that Zhou Zongmin had collapsed to death in the Scripture-Depository Pavilion."

"But the strange thing is that Zhou Zongmin has no scars on his whole body."

"And what's even more bizarre is that none of the dozens of boxes of scriptures in the Sutra Library have any handwriting!"

"After that, no one dared to tamper with the things in the Sutra Pavilion. Those dozens of sandalwood boxes should have been worth some money, but they were kept until after the founding of the People's Republic of China."

"This is the origin of the "Wordless Heavenly Book" in Fawang Temple today."

"Master Cixiang seems to have met a fate, and is going to repair the temple. Tomorrow is just right, we can go and have a look together."

"Actually, we still have plenty of time in the afternoon, so we can go now." Zhou Zhi said to Master Qiao, "We used to camp often, as long as there is a dam, we can camp."

"There are many empty houses in Fawang Temple, so you don't have to worry about not being able to live in them." Master Qiao said.

Both of them are characters who like legendary archaeology. Master Qiao is so natural. Zhou Zhi has drilled a lot in the Han tomb and Song tomb in the past two years. In the words of the fourth cousin, the horoscope is too hard. I have to stand against the wall, for fear of being hurt by the breath of the two, so if there is any psychological pressure, it is on the side of the gods and ghosts, not on the side of these two people.

"Although this story is amazing enough." Zhou Zhi said, "But the warlords of the Republic of China were very nonsensical, and they all have one characteristic, that is, they all have a wave of energy, and they will never give up until they achieve their goals."

"Only the sudden death of a militia leader can stop the warlord's attempt? They don't take human life as human life."

"Then there are only two possibilities. Either the goal has been achieved, or the desired thing is gone."

Both of them are students of Confucianism, and they don't believe in ghosts and gods. Even if Zhou Zhi is a human again, he only thinks that it is the power of the mysterious universe, and he doesn't think that power can be exerted on an individual at any time.

Therefore, there may be another story about the mysterious incident at Fawang Temple.

No matter what, you have to go to the field to investigate it.

The godfather is also used to the two younger ones, and he doesn't care if the request is reasonable or not. Since the good grandson has proposed it, it's enough for them not to feel tired, so they should pack up and prepare.

After dinner, Zhou Zhi and Wu Qiaomu brought their camera equipment, and Uncle Yao specially told him to make bean curd beans for the masters of Fawang Temple on his back. The three of them added an ink fountain and walked towards the gate of Fawang Temple.

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The terrain here is exactly the same as the small hills around Jiachuan County. The scenery makes Zhou Zhi quickly forget that this is actually the edge of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, a plateau that can only be reached after climbing fifteen miles.

Along the way, there are bamboo forests, fir forests, and pine forests, and the vegetation is very dense. The special products here are medicinal materials, bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

After walking for about four or five miles along the dirt road, the three of them turned up a stone step that had been repaired to a considerable scale.

The stone steps are made of red sandstone, that is, Danxia stone, which is very conspicuous among the surrounding green mountains and rivers.

Walking up the stone steps is the mountain gate, which is also an archway made of Danxia stone. On it, there are three big characters in official script made of broken blue and white porcelain - Fawang Temple.

There are two vertical small characters on the side - Yang Sen.

After passing the mountain gate, there are a lot of stone withers on both sides of the stone ladder, not big in size, even the angry-eyed King Kong looks very cute.

After walking through the stone steps, you came to a small square, which was also paved with Danxia stones. Zhou Zhi had never seen it in other places except Jiazhou.

There is an iron stove on the square, and there is a tower-shaped iron roof on the stove, which can be used to prevent rainwater from flowing into the stove.

"During the big temple fair, it's very lively here."

Zhou Zhi looked at the four strong regular scripts of the "Tathagata Dojo" on the old mountain gate in the Qing Dynasty in front of him, and said with emotion: "Does the heroine like to pull the Buddha's momentum?"

"What do you mean?"

"Wu Zetian also said that she is the reincarnation of Maitreya." Master Qiao understood Zhou Zhi's meaning: "The Queen Mother of the West also invested in the Tathagata Dojo. I don't know if the two of them have the same ideas..."

"It's a pity that there are no relatives in this life by the lake and willows. In the previous life, it was a lotus flower." Zhou Zhi pretended to be together, and read a sentence of Jiezi.

"Amitabha, this kid is quite knowledgeable."

Zhou Zhi turned around, but saw an old monk holding a wrench, his hands were covered with oil.

This scene is a bit strange.

Uncle Yao said: "Master Cixiang, these are two juniors in the family, Qiao Mu and Qiao Zi."

"I still remember Qiao Mu growing so tall? When I was young, I was naughty, running around all over the mountain with my ink fountain. I also picked up a small bird whose tail hadn't grown out, and put it in the temple to raise every day."

"Why don't you take it home to raise?" Zhou Zhi asked Master Qiao a little strangely. ·

"The little bird has not stopped feeding, and it needs to use chyme, so it is very troublesome to take it home." Master Qiao said, "It's not like Fawang Temple, where there is porridge every day."

"This is also the merit of the tree." Compassionately said: "It taught us how to feed properly. Later, there were often little chicks who were blown away from the nest by wind and rain in the mountains, and most of them survived."

"Is this considered merit? I'm afraid he is just playing around."

Compassionately smiled and said: "If you don't touch cause and effect, you can only stay in the present moment forever, without gaining any benefit, but in vain."

"Unless you have become a Buddha, you have to practice."

"As long as you move your body and mind, karma will eventually come into play. The only difference is the difference between planting a good cause and seeking a good result, and planting an evil cause and obtaining a bad result."

"This is the pursuit of this life. To have a compassionate heart and plant a good cause does not actually need to achieve any practical purpose. This feeling in the heart is already a good fruit in itself."

"To keep the precepts, you need to come from the original heart. If the heart is not pure, it is the appearance."

"Cultivating charity without form is for merit; cultivating with form, even if you build hundreds of temples like Emperor Wu of Liang and save tens of thousands of people, it is at most called merit."

"If you still have selfishness in your heart and use merit as the capital to show off, then you can't even count merit."

"So that's how it is." Zhou Zhi said hurriedly, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Cixiang held up a wrench and smiled wryly: "It's really inappropriate to say these things with an iron wrench, but there are frequent power outages in the temple. Although the county is equipped with a generator, there is something wrong with the love at both ends of the day..."

Zhou Zhi said again: "If it's the electrical merit, then it's my turn to repair it..."

Riding the wind of rebirth