"Long... Elders!" Xiao Hua’s tone was almost trembling, and his eyes fixed on the old monk, and he tried to test, “Below... but it’s just asking for directions, how...what’s what the future Buddha is. ?"

It is a pity that the old monk is bowing again, and he is deaf to the words of Xiao Hua, and he is also focused on sweeping the snow.

Xiao Hua, who was already planning to leave, how can he move again now? Standing quietly there, eyes watching the old monk stunned, the Buddha's knowledge has been fully released, the same small Linglong Temple is covered, his eyes are full of disbelief, and the heart is more " Plopping through the flutter, the mind is in the mind of the old monk's words in the credibility.

Snowflakes are still floating, there is no hurricane in the small Linglong Temple, the old monk's broom has just swept through the 30% of the yard, Xiao Hua has a decision. There are so many things in this world that are incredible. Isn’t the prophet of the nine summers, the technique of the gods of the Witch King, and the hands of their own cause and effect, can they all be divined? Nine summers can figure out that they are appearing in Laos. The Witch King can figure out that he is appearing in millions of Mengshan. This Buddha's predecessor can figure out that he appeared in this Xiaoling Temple in 90 years ago... It is nothing, Xiao Hua This can choose to believe.

However, Xiao Hua still has some puzzles. Why can this old monk distinguish himself at a glance? Does he know that he is coming today? Or do you have images of the Buddha’s predecessors? If you can know that you are coming today 90 years ago, you can still leave the current image. Can you know the predecessors in the West Sea? Or, if you have just become a baby in the void, take a little thought. Change the appearance, can this old monk still recognize it?

Look at the old monk's concentrated snow sweeping. Xiao Hua waved his hand and covered the sea to fly out of space and rushed into the air. The bronze brilliance would cover the small Linglong Temple, and there would be no snow falling. The old monk would naturally not look up. The broom sweeping the snow in the yard, suddenly raised his head again: no matter whether Xiao Hua is next to himself, Zhangkou said: "Bodhi. You are also surprised that when Master took down the barren, he said that the mission of my Xiaoling Temple is to wait for the coming of the future Buddha. If any disciple can't find a disciple in his life, he will be able to wait in his life. The arrival of the future Buddha Lord!"

After saying this, the old monk swept the snow again until all the snow was piled up in the corner of the yard. Then he trembled and walked to the door of the main hall. He carefully placed the broom on the big pillar, and bent down hard. He chose one of the big tanks and removed the wooden cover on the tank. . The detective took out a small wooden spoon from the inside and picked up the water inside the water tank. He drank two sips and wiped the water stains on the corners of the mouth with a weird robes. I have never managed to receive a disciple in this life. It is therefore poor to know that the glory of the future Buddha will surely fall on the poor! Only the poor can not think of it, the Lord Buddha actually came so late! Late Let the barren no longer be able to do something for the Buddha!"

"Elders..." Xiao Hua went to the old monk and asked with a smile. "What is the elder's law number? Why did the elders think that the next is the future Buddha? Is it that this little Linglong Temple has never come up?" ”

"The poor law number? Don't mention it! The poor do not remember what it is called!" The old monk did hear Xiaohua's voice and replied, "I don't have no one to come to Xiaoling Temple. There are also monks who have settled down, and there are also devout donors. But if you are like a Buddha, you will not say the words of my pure land world... but none of them! Be a disciple of my Xiaoling Temple, you can communicate with the Buddha. It is the first priority. When you are in poverty, you often talk to yourself, so you can’t forget this kind of words! And..."

Said, the old monk is another mouth, even with the words of Xiaoyu mainland: "It is difficult to be... The Buddha is still poor and said... Are these weird words? This is... poor... but not much Ah!"

Of course, the old monk's words are very oysters, and even some bites are not allowed, but Xiao Hua is clearly heard. This is the Xiaoyu mainland language that he has never heard for a long time.

"Silver!!! This... How is this possible?" Xiao Hua took a sip of cold, and the previous half-silk doubts went away. He forgot that the music and language of the bliss world is different from that of the Tibetan continent. Just one When I entered the temple, I told the old monk about the Confucianism of the Tibetan Immortal, and the old monk also answered the question. Now I want to come. The old monk is really talking to himself! Now that the old monk actually said a word about Xiaoyu mainland, how can I not let Xiao Hua be surprised?

The next thing was beyond the expectation of Xiao Hua. The old monk did not take him to the temple's main hall. He did not talk to him more, but went to the small house on the left side of the temple. For a long time, there was a burst of smoke in the window of the hut, and then a faint scent came from the inside.

Xiao Hua did not keep up, and now it is strange, go to the door of the hut, look at the probe. This cottage is like a kitchen. There are some neat firewood in the room, and there is a small stove. There is a small iron pot on the stove top. At this time, there is something to cook, and it looks like that. It was very sticky and tumbling with the fire. After the fire under the stove was gradually extinguished, the old monk took out a pot and two rough bowls from the wooden cabinet next to the stove, and picked up the small iron pot with the dry bones. Pour the viscous liquid into the pot, then take out a few bottles and cans from the wooden cabinet and take some common looking ingredients from the inside into the pot.

The old monk picked up the pot and shook it a few times. He poured out some slightly yellowish liquid from the inside. When the two big bowls were filled, the old monk carefully took a bowl and handed it to him. Xiao Huadao: "This is the butter tea that is unique to my big snow mountain. You can taste it! This is the love that was poor ten years ago. In recent years, in order to maintain a poor body... It has been a long time. Today, since you Come, the barren is also coming to solve the problem!"

Xiao Hua smelled the aroma of buttered tea, and there was a thick cockroach inside. He was quite unhappy in his heart. He could listen to the old monk’s words, and his heart was slightly sour and respectfully took over the big bowl. Xiao Hua Said: "The poor thank you to the elders, thank the elders for more than 90 years of hard work!"

After that, Xiao Hua raised a large bowl and drank the butter tea into the stomach in one bite. A warm bun was born from the stomach, but it was born from the bottom of my heart.

The old monk naturally did not have Xiaohua’s good appetite, but he couldn’t drink it for a little while. He sighed and put the big bowl on the stove. Some regretted look, smiled bitterly: “Don’t drink, barren I’m afraid I can’t drink anymore!”

Xiaohua’s eyebrows picked up and smiled: “If you don’t touch it, then let’s go down to Xiaoling Temple...”

Speaking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly shut up, he no longer dared to say more, it seems that before this, as long as he started his mind, those who might take Chundan Dan did not have a good result. The old monk in front of this is already at the stage of going to the wood. Xiao Hua can't guarantee that his rejuvenation will definitely work for him.

The old monk did not listen to Xiao Hua’s words at all, but did not read Xiao Hua, but then said: “The Buddha is mainly thankful for it. The poor is just one of them. Xiaoling’s Temple built the temple nine thousand and nine In nine hundred and ninety-nine years, waiting for another nine days is 10,000 years. The poor people do not know how many generations of Xiaoling Temple passed down! Only the Bodhi tree outside the Xiaoling Temple is planted when Xiaoling Temple was built. It is a testimony to the winds and frosts of Xiao Linglong Temple."

"Ah?" Xiao Hua was shocked again. He looked around at the dark cabin. He really couldn't think of this ordinary temple. There was no Buddha array at all, and there was no such thing as a Buddhist temple.

"Buddha Lord and with the poor..." The old monk didn't lift his eyelids, and he slowly stepped out of the hut. He walked to the left side of the main hall and pushed the door of the temple. The door opened and only opened. Seeing a dozen cabinets inside, there are some books in it, and behind these cabinets, there is a tall Buddha, and there are many Buddhas in the interior.

The old monk pointed his hand and said: "This is the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures of the Xiaoling Temple. The Buddha will read the scriptures one word at a time. Although the magical powers in my Buddhist temple are important, the Buddha’s method is First and foremost."

"This..." Xiao Hua smiled, Zhang Zhang mouth did not know how to answer, he really came to ask the way, want to know where he is going, he really is not to be the future Buddha, but not want to be here What Buddhist scriptures are read in Xiaoling Temple.

The old monk did not wait for Xiao Huaduo to say that he reached out and closed the door of the main hall. He took Xiao Hua to the right side of the main hall. He also pushed the door and saw a large pagoda above the main hall. There is no Buddha light on it, it even looks rough and simple, and it looks very weird. The layers of railings and steps are built outside the pagoda.

"This is the stupa of my little Linglong Temple. After the temple was built in Xiaoling Temple, all the disciples of the disciples are here! After the poor and lonely, there will be a relic left, and the Buddha can be a poor relic. Put it on, this stupa is full. I waited for the prayers of the Buddha to come on the day, and these relics are filled with the power of my mind, waiting for the Buddha to prove the fruit... when there is great use!" The plain tone is like a stream of water. It is natural to say that the stupa is pointed by fingers. It seems that these relics are just the butter tea used by Xiao Hua, not the true fruits of the Buddhist disciples who have been condensing for decades.

Ps: I would like to thank the "Xuan Qing Daoyou" for writing "The Filling of the Gods of the Gods" and the "The Pursuit of the Gods of the Gods". I opened a new book in the front of the book. Two nearly 300,000 words were placed there. The Xuan Qingdao friends wrote very well. The flowers were originally intended to be displayed here, but they have to be charged here, so they are placed in front. I hope that all the friends will go to watch it for free.

In addition, Xuan Qingdao friends also wrote a book entitled "Nine Days to Seek Respect" at the beginning. Although it is just beginning, it is not easy to know how to write a book. I hope everyone can support it. Dai Xuanqingdao thanked everyone.