In fact, there is not much dust and stains here, because this is a truly peaceful place of Buddhism. All worries, hatred, worries, and filth will be washed away by the endless Buddha's light.

But the young novice monk still did his job in a down-to-earth manner without slacking off. As the Master said, what he wipes is never the stains in reality, but the dust and distracting thoughts in his heart. This is the proof of his heart. Actions can deceive the world, and even deceive the Buddha, but they can only deceive themselves. Original intention.

These are the words that Master said to him when he was just elected here. These words have always been in his mind and he often thinks about them.

At first, he didn't understand the profound meaning of this sentence, but it didn't matter if he didn't understand. He just needed to know that the master was a rare wise man in Buddhism. As the wise man said, even if he didn't understand, it wouldn't be a big deal. , you just need to do it, and over time, you will naturally understand.

The little novice monk wiped and cleaned every corner of the hall, and finally came to the majestic Buddha statue.

Under the Buddha statue, there is an altar table. In fact, the altar table is placed here, which is a bit nondescript, because there is also a tablet placed on top of the altar table.

This tablet looks even more out of place in this hall.

The little novice monk looked at the tablet. He had seen this tablet countless times. It was not the title of a Buddha or a Bodhisattva or a great monk, but a name.

"Xu Dao!"

These were the only two words on the tablet. The little novice monk did not know the origin of this tablet, and he also knew that these two words should be the same name. What puzzled him was, what was the origin of this person? Being able to enjoy the incense in the same hall as the Buddha!

This is an honor that many Buddhist sages are not qualified to enjoy.

Moreover, the owner of this name is obviously not a Buddhist, because there is no such thing as a common name in Buddhism. No matter who enters Buddhism, he will abandon his original common name and only use the Dharma name to match him. This is a kind of cause and effect. Cutting also hopes that those who are initiated can truly have their six roots pure and not be disturbed by the world of mortals.

But precisely because of this, the little novice was even more curious and shocked by the meaning of this name. It is indeed difficult to understand that a person who is not a Buddhist can be treated like this in a Buddhist holy place like Leiyin Temple.

The young novice monk picked up a clean rag and began to carefully wipe the tablet. He did this kind of thing every day, so he was familiar with it. He just made a quick move.

"Just now this was..." The little novice monk rubbed his eyes. He suspected that he was dazzled by the mistake. Just now he seemed to see the two words on the tablet glowing brightly.

Could it be that I was too tired, so my eyesight was wrong? But when he looked again, he froze in place.

It’s really glowing!

The little novice's eyes suddenly widened, and he could no longer hide his shock. What was going on? This was not the first time that he had wiped this tablet. You must know that such a scene had never happened so many times before.

The little novice monk suddenly remembered that the master seemed to have said before that if there was any abnormality here, he must report it in time. Could this be the abnormality that Master mentioned?

The little novice monk reacted immediately, dropped the rag and ran out of the hall.

On that tablet, the words "Xudao" became more and more shining, and finally began to have a strange Taoist rhyme.

Not long after, an old monk came in a hurry, and the young novice from before followed him panting.

As soon as the old monk saw the tablet and saw the strange shape on it, he nodded, "It is indeed different!"

The little novice monk breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time that a disciple has seen this kind of situation. I thought I was dazzled before."

The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed to the tablet, and then murmured: "Have you finally waited for this day?"

"What?" The little novice monk naturally didn't understand what the old monk meant.

"A Buddhist decree that was handed down a long time ago!" the old monk said, shaking his head and not intending to explain too much, mainly because at the young monk's current level, he couldn't understand it.

"Master, this disciple has wanted to ask a long time ago, who is the name on this tablet? Why does the temple treat it so seriously? Not only can you enter the main hall, but you can also share the incense."

The old monk shook his head, "I don't know either. I only know that this tablet has been around for a long time. It is said that this tablet has been there since the day I founded Leiyin Temple, and even the position has not changed. But this I don’t know what the identity of the owner of the name is and what its significance is to Leiyin Temple. Even in the many classics and files in the temple, I can’t find any relevant information.”

"Then what does Master mean by what he just said, finally waiting for this day? Is there anything special about this day?"

The old monk did not explain, but took the young monk to the back hall.

Under the curious gaze of the young monk, the old monk took out a piece of golden silk from a secret box.

"Is this...is it condensed from the power of incense?" The young monk was surprised before he saw the content on the silk.

As a member of the Buddhist sect, his cultivation level may not be high, but after staying in the core of the Holy Land for many years, he is really no stranger to the power of incense, and is even somewhat more sensitive than ordinary people.

The old monk nodded, "This is the decree of the Buddha, but it is not clear whether it was really left by the Buddha. However... the age of its existence is also too old to be tested. And if you want to truly preserve the content for endless years , Ordinary materials are naturally not enough, and only things condensed with the power of incense can escape the erosion of time. "

The old monk opened the silk, and the young monk stretched his neck and leaned his head to take a peek. But on the silk, just like the tablet on the main hall, there were only two words - Wuwu!

The young monk scratched his head and asked, "What does this mean? Is it a Dharma name?"

The old monk also frowned, "Probably so!"

"But what did the Buddha leave behind a dharma name for? Is there anything special about this dharma name? Or is there something special about the person who bears this dharma name?"

The old monk shook his head, "I don't know much about this matter. Let me report it and let them have a headache!"

Like a young novice, his most important task is to guard the Buddhist temple. There are people to worry about these things, and he does not need to worry about them.

Therefore, he only needed to report on the Buddha's edict and the tablet, and it did not require him to spend too much energy.

As for the cause and effect and entanglements behind this, he didn't care, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

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