Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan looked at Yuanjue, and had to admit that at that moment, he really had serious thoughts to go with the monk Yuanjue to'make a vote' and get the "Ki Zang Original Wish Sutra" of the Pure Land Sect, but He found a huge problem when he thought about the next step.

It looks like it can't do it now.

The two of them didn't vote for a vote in the past, they were afraid that they would vote for someone else.

Yuan Jue quickly noticed this, scratched his bald head, sighed, and said with a pity:

"It's just not very easy to do. Normally, enemies of the Buddha don't have the Ksitigarbha's original wish sutra in their hands, but it is really difficult to find someone who is able to practice this method, and it is still famous. The Buddhist pure land is open, and I am okay. Master Weiguan, you may also become only aware of chanting Buddhist scriptures."

Yuanjue smacked his lips, a little regretful.

Wei Yuan thanked him: "It's okay. Knowing this method, I'm not in vain anymore."

Yuanjue smiled and said, "That's the best."

He pointed to the dishes on the table and said:

"Come on, Master Weiguan, eat, I'll take it today, please order whatever you want."

"Don't be polite."

……………………

After eating and drinking for a while.

The monk touched his belly, scanned the code, and the little brother at the barbecue stall over there politely said:

"not enough."

Yuanjue drew the account balance, turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, folded his hands together, and smiled authentically:

"Nagging nagging, Master Wei, this is almost a little money, I have eaten it."

Wei Yuan laughed and took out his mobile phone to plan to check out by himself. The monk raised his hand and pressed it on the phone and said, "I can't do it, Master Wei, it's only ten dollars, is there any cash?" Wei Yuan took out ten dollars. , Saw that the monk gave the money to the boss, and then settled the rest of the bill.

This was relieved.

Returning to the table, Yuanjue wanted to drink the little bit of fruit beer. He smacked his lips with satisfaction, took out something from his arms, handed it to Wei Yuan, and said, "It was a poor monk's treat, but the result was still Let you out too, this little thing is of no use to me, just accept it."

Wei Yuan took it casually, noticing something was wrong, his expression changed slightly.

Spread out the five fingers, and the two mellow objects in the palm of the hand exude gentle Buddha nature. They are the relics.

Looking towards Yuanjue, he said, "This is too expensive..."

Yuanjue folded his hands together and smiled and said, "Amitabha, Amitabha."

"It's just two broken stones. What's valuable or not? The poor monk keeps this thing useless, and he feels too tired to press his body. If it can save people, then it is a great merit. It can save all living beings during his lifetime. If you can save people after death, that is simply the best thing."

"This is the only value of this thing. If the relics are put in a box for offerings, they will soon rotten the stone. Otherwise, according to my master, I should find a ravine and throw it down and accompany the wildflowers in the mountains. After the flowers bloom, there is no gentleness, but the fragrance is very comfortable."

"It's more comfortable than the fragrance in the temple."

Wei Yuan held the five fingers together, put the two relics away, thought for a moment, unfolded the receipt and placed it on the table, pointed out a talisman on it, and then handed the inscription to Yuanjue, saying: "In that case, then I will use this to exchange with you."

He smiled and said: "I am not a monk, and I am not as open as you see it. I still have to change one thing for another."

Yuan Jue was surprised. He looked at the talisman painted with receipt and white water, and exchanged two relics with this object. He smiled and pointed to Wei Yuan, and said freely:

"The mere relics are nothing but the same thing as the white paper of the receipt, but nothing more than the dust in the world. Ordinary people are obsessed with this, but it is just an additional thing, so why bother to obsessively? Master Wei, you know the nature of the Buddha. what……"

Wei Yuan looked at the brushstrokes slowly disappearing on the four-dimension-like talisman, the fingers of the talisman were behind him, so that the overflowing stream of light would not be seen by others, and he said with a warm smile:

"I didn't say that."

The monk only said that he regarded him as a relic and the value of the receipt in his heart. There was nothing to be obsessed with. He took the receipt and said with a smile: "Since you painted it by the master of the museum, then I will definitely take this Keep things away and never leave."

Wei Yuan only saw that at this time, the monk was wearing a monk robe, and he carried a fertilizer bag as a salute.

He finally asked: "If the person and story I told was just made up by me, there is actually no such person, and there is no such thing. If you are so simple, leave the relic to me, and you won’t regret and worry. ?"

The monk erected his chest with one hand and smiled freely:

"Then no matter what, the poor monk has saved that person."

He laughed a few times, turned around and left freely, and then casually pushed out an old-fashioned golden Phoenix bicycle, creaking and riding, humming the tune and leaving, Wei Yuan watched him go away, in his heart Sigh, converge your thoughts, and think about what to do next.

It is very rare to get the method of the Pure Land School.

Because the disciples of this genre practice Buddha, especially the name Buddha, and one of the karma is called Praise Offering, the monk only needs to concentrate on reciting the name of Amitabha and Buddha, and keep it in mind, in order to go to the Pure Land.

Probably the kind that will be most despised by Zen.

This line has never joined the special operations group, and has not allowed the disciples to run around the world to slay demons and demons.

Because they think this is called miscellaneous.

The core of the Pure Land Method is ‘sacrificing miscellaneous deeds, returning to right karma.” What is right karma?

Of course, it is to recite Amitabha with one heart and one mind, thinking about going to the Paradise of Bliss in the next life, the Pure Land of Innocence.

It was because this group of houses couldn't go down the mountain, Yuanjue regretted that he couldn't come to the door.

However, if you really want to give Wu Yi a new path, you may not really follow the Pure Land Sect. It is only necessary to confirm that Buddhism did have similar methods. Wei Yuan still remembers that his true spirit remained in the late Qin Dynasty, and he was caught by a Buddhist monk. Jia took away and became the so-called protector.

Since they turned the remaining part of Wei Yuan's true spirit into a **** of protection.

Then Wei Yuan could naturally get a similar method from it.

Infiltrate the enemy's interior, and then hew his own wool.

In other words, you need to take the jade dragon pendant to the place where the Sangha arrived in Huaishui, where the guards of the Black Ice Platform broke the Overlord Spear and threw the jade dragon pendant into Huai Shui. The Sangha arrived there, captured the true spirit of the jade dragon, and performed a show. The Sangha, who directed and performed himself, cuts off the sacrificial rites that belonged to Wuzhiqi.

Going there with the jade dragon pendant, there is a considerable possibility of recalling part of the events at that time.

Then get Buddhism from it.

Wei Yuan's thoughts settled slightly, and another bottle of the cabin was picked up, and he rode on the shared bicycle and slowly left in the other direction.

……………………

On another road.

Yuanjue was riding that bicycle slowly.

When passing by the bakery, I took out a few dimes from my pants pocket and bought a bread that was about to expire.

Then he rode his bicycle to the side of the road, looked up, stopped the car, and carried the bag with the big characters of pesticides and fertilizers. In the luxury cars he drove, there were young people in clothes and shoes. The slender woman, carrying a limited edition bag, said in surprise.

"Monk?"

"After all, monks, they all make money."

Yuanjue looked curiously in the eyes of the car owner, smiled and nodded, and walked inside.

There is a sign at the service window, Hope Engineering Office.

In the window was a young woman who had just graduated from university and was dressed in a simple and clean dress. Yuanjue put his bag on the ground, squatted down, took out a stack of cash from it, handed it over, and found some slightly damaged books in his big bag. , Smiled and said: "The poor monk has bought a lot of books, and it's okay to tinker."

"Here, comic books, and some science fiction books, should still be usable."

He handed everything over, wiped his hands, and wrote his name carefully.

Then carrying the empty bag, squeaking and squeaking on the bicycle, walked through the bustling city, and finally stopped under the bridge hole, frowned, because there was a luxury car parked there, and a man in a monk's clothes stood there: "Nephew, long time no see."

Yuanjue said: "You don't have my sect's approval, don't come to seek friendship."

The blessed man was a little embarrassed. He looked at the bridge hole left and right, looked at the straw mat and the wild dogs around, with a tone of voice, and said, "Well, but I feel like you are here. It’s a hard life, I heard, don’t you also work part-time?"

Yuanjue said lightly: "Nature."

"Don't you pay for it?"

"The boss takes care of the food and gives the money. Every penny of the poor monk is naturally spent, and there is absolutely no waste."

"Where did you spend it?"

"The past, the present, and the future."

"Huh? What?"

"It's spent in the past, it's me, I want to read and read; it's spent in the present, it's about making friends with friends, being open and calm...and the future."

"This is also practice."

Why is it to spend money to practice?

If so, wouldn't the richest person be the one with the highest cultivation base?

This specious Ji Feng, the rich monk couldn't answer the conversation, so he had to be embarrassed:

"I don’t think you’re not rich no matter what, what about the two relics, as long as one, I’ll give you a million, and the price is good for negotiation. Now those things are useful, but after all, it’s not many years since they were burned. So the price..."

"Shut up!"

Yuanjue raised his eyebrows and reprimanded, "If it were you, even if you filled this bridge hole with money, I wouldn't be able to give you the relics, let alone you who are poor!"

"One shoulder with a bright moon, two sleeves with a breeze, the poor monk is very rich."

The rich monk still had to speak, Yuan Jue reached out and picked up a brick, saying:

"Are you going?"

"Don't leave again, the poor monk will blow your dog's head!"

The wild dog whimpered, Yuanjue nodded awkwardly, and said, "Don't worry, it's not yours."

"Huh? Do you think I scold you?"

"No... I never thought of it."

Looking at the brick in Yuanjue's hand, the rich monk wanted to persuade him again, but he saw that Yuanjue's arm muscles swelled up, as if he was about to throw the brick out at any time faster than the missile, so he had to leave in embarrassment, Yuanjue Let go, the bricks have already turned into powder.

The monk was stunned, thinking about the appearance of his uncle when he was a child.

The monks at that time obviously still had many companions.

But now, at the moment, there is no monk with him.

He laughed.

On a straw mat, the monk sits cross-legged on the straw mat, with his palms on his knees~www.readwn.com~ Seeing the tails of those wild dogs about to turn into a cyclone, seeing the cats circling pleasedly He smiled proudly and said: "You don't know, today's bread is good, soft, soft, and heated. Most importantly, I can just buy the rest of the money."

He triumphantly took out the bread he bought and tore it off. The wild dogs came forward and licked gently. After one bite, he would push away, let the rest come up, and the cat nestled in his arms. The bird stood on the shoulder, lightly pecking at his bald head, as if hitting a wooden fish.

Yuanjue looked at these creatures with a smile.

He was sitting on a broken straw mat with sentient beings in front of him, but when he raised his head, from the gap, he could see the night and stars, and the monk was lost.

A poor one is not a poor one, the world is mine.

It is at ease.

Riches in this world are not riches, but fame and fortune are locked in a lock, where are you at ease?

"Amitabha……"

PS: The first one today............ Three thousand four hundred words. Thank you Yakaku Goodman Prize, thank you~