White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 107 Where did the bald head come from?
After passing through the Daxiong Hall in Jingci Temple, there is an exquisitely repaired apse. Incense is at its peak, curling into smoke. There are eminent monks in the temple who specially pray for many devout Buddhist worshipers.

It was the first time for Qiao Chen'an to come to the world-famous Jingci Temple. He saw many temples, and monks could be seen walking around everywhere, all with peaceful and wise faces. He used his double-pupil eyesight to look intently, and saw that the whole temple was shrouded in a layer of sacred In the precious light, a ten thousand zhang ray of light is emitted, almost shining the sun's light.

"This is……"

He had a strange expression on his face, and looked around for a week. His eyes finally stayed on the pilgrim's heavenly spirit. Under his gaze, strands of almost transparent strange silk threads overflowed from the pilgrim's heavenly heart, and finally extended to the Buddha statue in the temple. In fact, in his perception, the silk thread contains the most sincere and longing call and cry in the master's heart. The beautiful hope for the future life is suddenly clear in his heart. This is the so-called wish power of all beings.

A person's wish power may not be considered as much, but in front of all living beings, the infinite wish power merges together, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, it will be as vast as the ocean, as vast as the abyss!

"Famen..."

Qiao Chen'an was thoughtful. This method of gathering the power of the vows of all living beings is not unreasonable. From a certain point of view, to obtain the wishes of all living beings is to obtain the wishes of heaven. To oppose the Buddha is not to be against all beings, against this reckless man. Heaven and earth against?No wonder Buddhism can be passed on for tens of thousands of years, even under some dynasties that "destroy Buddha" and "destroy Buddha", it has never really been cut off.

This is the first time Qiao Chenan has seen the unfathomable depth of Buddhism. Not everyone can swim in the pond of Buddhism. Just think about Mr. Wu's "Journey to the West". Sitting on the seat of the Jade Emperor in the Palace of Broken Lingxiao, his abilities are almost perfect. Wasn't it suppressed by the Tathagata Buddha to the foot of Wuzhi Mountain?
Regardless of your 72 changes, Taoism is profound, just a tight band can cure you into obedience.

Many thoughts passed through Qiao Chen'an's mind, and he passed through round doorways one after another, and unknowingly came to a side hall at the side and rear. The sunlight was blocked by a thick old tree, and his vision suddenly darkened.

He looked up, and saw the vermilion single-story double eaves of the temple in front of him, and the yellow glazed tile ridge, which was even more solemn. In front of the Yumen, two tall and mighty gods would protect him, making their eyes angry, even if they were treacherous and evil. When the older generation arrives here, they will also put away their obscenity and wildness.

There are very few pilgrims here, and a cool wind blows in the courtyard from time to time, bringing a little coolness, which makes people feel cold all over. He raised his feet and walked towards the hall. body sculpture.

On the near left side is Yaksha holding a vajra fork, with wings on his back, slender and slender, but with fangs, and a ferocious face; The fierce Asura, the feathered Garuda with huge golden wings, the Kinnara with the human head and bird body, etc...

This hall turned out to be the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism!
Qiao Chen'an instantly understood, no wonder they looked ferocious, the eight dragons belonged to the fierce gods among the Buddhist gods, and they were eight kinds of Shinto monsters, so the location of this temple was very remote, and it was rare to see people.

Qiao Chen'an didn't expect that he would rush into this Eight-Part Heavenly Dragon Palace indiscriminately, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, his eyes swept over the eight-part statues in the hall, but there were bursts of silk and bamboo orchestral sounds in his ears, the sound pierced his ears, Accompanied faintly by the clear and melodious singing of an artist girl, it swayed farther and farther with the breeze.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the singing sound came from, and saw the silhouettes of a dozen or so boats, colorful flags fluttering, carved railings and painted buildings. These eight halls are only separated from the West Lake by a wall.

Inside the wall is a sacred place of Buddhism, but outside the wall are brothels and brothels. A high vermilion wall seems to separate two worlds. Could it be that even the Buddha, who is so high above and known as the boundless Dharma, has no way to deal with the filth of this world?

Qiao Chenan left the hall and was about to leave, but he heard a call from behind: "This benefactor, please stay!"

Qiao Chen'an looked back, and saw a place on the right side of the hall, where there was a tall statue of a god with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake, with both arms bent, fists and fingers resting on the chest, and the left knee was sitting upright. It was Mahoraga, one of the eight tribes. There was a flash of light behind the statue, and suddenly a tall figure appeared.

It turned out to be an old monk who looked about 60 years old, dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with a red face, holding a golden Zen staff in his left hand, and slightly closing his right hand in front of his chest, saying: "Almsgiver, what a good-looking man!" .”

Qiao Chen'an didn't expect that there were other people in the hall, and when he heard this, he clasped his hands together and replied, "So it's the old master, I'm sorry!"

The old monk walked slowly outside the hall, looked into the distance, and said, "I'm asking you, does it sound good?"

Qiao Chenan didn't understand what he meant, and said, "What did Master say?"

"The songs the girls sang."

Qiao Chen'an didn't understand what the old monk wanted to do, so he replied truthfully: "It sounds good."

The old monk smiled lightly and said, "Does the benefactor know that there are better voices in this world?"

"What's that sound?" Qiao Chenan wondered, subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, always felt that this conversation seemed to have been heard somewhere before, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Evening Drum, Morning Bell, Lion Roar!"

"Lion Roar?!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk suddenly opened his mouth and chanted the Buddha's name. The sound was like a torrent of bells, and it sounded far away. It seemed that the clouds in the sky were scattered. After saying this sentence, he stared at him with a smile on his face. His eyes widened, and he lost his voice: "Fa Hai!?"

"Benefactor, how do you know the name of the poor monk?" This time it was Fa Hai who was puzzled.

Qiao Chenan subconsciously took a step back, carefully sizing up the old monk in front of him with his eyes, and various thoughts flashed through his mind, shouldn't this old monk Fahai be staying at Jinshan Temple in Zhenjiang Mansion right now?How could he appear in the Jingci Temple by the West Lake, and find himself?

At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to call Xu Xian over. These two were real enemies, and he was just a melon eater.

Fa Hai stared at Qiao Chen'an, who had a look of astonishment on his face, and even felt a slight sense of doubt in his heart. It was just the first time the two met, but the other party immediately said his name. Could it be just a coincidence?

Compared with it, he is more willing to believe that this is the "destined person" specially sent to him by the Buddha. When he turned his eyes, he fell on the white fox on Qiao Chen'an's shoulder. From his eyes, he could naturally see that this white fox was a fairy So Hua couldn't help but frown, how could monsters come and go in the holy land of Buddhism?
But thinking about the purpose of this trip, he suppressed the idea of ​​​​retaining demons.

Although Huangfuxuan's cultivation was not very advanced, he felt a deep fear from Fa Hai, so frightened that he plunged into Qiao Chenan's lapel, hiding himself tightly, wondering where did this old bald man come from? Donkey, why is it so scary?
Qiao Chen'an smiled wryly, "I'm just guessing casually, Master, don't take it to heart."

But Fahai said Amitabha, and said with a smile: "The benefactor can guess the name of the poor monk just by saying it casually, which shows that he has a deep root of wisdom and is destined to be with my Buddha. Why don't you let go of the secular obsessions and escape into the Buddhist door, and you will always be with me from now on." Wouldn't it be great to read the ancient scrolls of the blue lantern and study the Dharma with all your heart and soul?"

Qiao Chen'an's head was full of black lines, and he said: "Master, don't blame me, let me ask the next question, does everyone have a destiny with my Buddha?"

Fahai didn't expect him to ask this question. He was surprised when he heard the words, and then he smiled and said, "Yes, my Buddha saves all sentient beings. Naturally, everyone has a predestined relationship with my Buddha."

The corner of Qiao Chen'an's mouth twitched unconsciously, staring at Fa Hai's bald head in front of him, suddenly felt the urge to punch him...

(End of this chapter)