The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 365
Feng Jiu decided to help Li Yin,

The Potala Palace before sunset was dyed golden by the setting sun.

Under the sky of the plateau, the golden head looks incomparably brilliant, magnificent, majestic, and superb. .

The setting sun flows over the winding battlements of the Potala Palace, behind which are turbulent clouds.

The seemingly quiet and lofty high wall, against the backdrop of the flowing large white clouds, has a sense of beauty that travels through the ages.

It seems that since Pangu opened up the world, it has stood there, majestic on the top of the mountain, without words.Let the wind and clouds change on your head, and the gold and iron horses under your feet.The world is wasted, the owner has changed from generation to generation, and every stone is unscathed.

The Potala Palace before sunset is rendered so beautiful by the setting sun.Only then did Feng Jiu feel the greatness and profoundness of Tianzun Buddhism.

He watched Li Yin grow up in a painful situation. From a baby to a young boy now, he was immersed in the pain of getting what he wanted day after day.

She decides to help him escape.

In the afterglow of a setting sun, before the sky was covered by night, there was suddenly a heavy snowfall like goose feathers.

The blizzard was so fierce that it seemed to seal the plateau. He was sitting alone on the high platform wearing a white Zen robe.

"Father."

"king."

The Panchen Lama had called many times, but he ignored it.

"My lord, it's time for you to accept worship today."

He was still in a daze.

"Cangyang Liyin, my holy Buddha, please allow me to pay my respects."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly outside.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous?" Panchen angrily scolded his attendants.

"Master Hui Panchen is a downcast monk. He claims to be from the Central Plains, and he wants to ask the Buddha to give him a name."

The trembling servant crawled up tremblingly, and said nervously.

"I don't care where he came from, drive away that unreasonable and down-and-out monk, tie his sinful body with a rope, and pull out his tongue."

Panchen said angrily.

"Who can call the name of the holy Buddha?"

Li Yin stood up suddenly, and a trace of long-lost tenderness suddenly bloomed in his compassionate eyes.

Those merciful eyes seem to be able to care for all living beings.

"Let him in, everyone has the right to seek happiness for themselves." Only I don't.

With his palms folded and his eyebrows downcast, he looks like an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. A string of bodhi rosary beads hangs from his arms. He looks like the only Buddha in this world.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The Panchen Lama prostrated himself on the ground devoutly.

The down-and-out monk was received in, and he prostrated himself on the ground devoutly.

He said softly, "What's the matter with the benefactor?"

The man raised his head tremblingly, and a few tears suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Cangyang Liyin, great Buddha, she has gone."

At that time, Li Yin was sitting on a huge golden seat, wearing a white Zen robe, and there was a golden Buddha statue on the left.Pinching a string of Buddhist beads.

He pursed his pale lips.

"My Buddha is merciful, and there is no great kindness."

He closed his eyes, and the people around him respectfully invited the down-and-out monk out.

Three days later, a decree came from above to punish the people on the plateau, and trembling believers were everywhere under the Potala Palace.

"My lord, why did the emperor of the Central Plains punish us here?"

"Buddha, who can save us?"

They grieve, they pray.

He took off all his clothes and put on a plain white robe.

He walked barefoot into the snow and ice.

"The Panchen Lama, godfather, monks, and believers live in the Potala Palace. I am the greatest king in the world. Walking on the streets of LS, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. I will walk into the snow and the Central Plains, and I will Find our refuge."

He went north with two attendants sent by the emperor of the Central Plains.

Just at this time, suddenly a strong wind blew across the surface of Qinghai Lake, pigeons and birds wailed and flew over, the white clouds in the sky and the strong wind in the forest were crying.

People opened their eyes and stared at the scene over there. A woman in white jumped into Qinghai Lake.

The monk in white was walking between the mountains and the river embankment, and finally disappeared from his back.

　As soon as I write this, I think of "A String of Bodhisattvas" written by Xiaoyue Yunyun

　　
　
(End of this chapter)