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Chapter 165: Not as good as snow piles in the temple

The farce of fighting for Buddha bathing water finally came to an end after a quarrel. Many people were bleeding and their clothes were scattered, but they still couldn't get what they wanted. Xu You was about to take everyone away, but he saw dozens of monks in white entering one after another. He instantly built an exquisite lotus platform with wood in the open space in front of the high tower in the courtyard, and then sat cross-legged around the lotus platform, holding a rosary with his hands and uttering Buddha's name, a school of thought.

A moment later, a man in white clothes and robe appeared on the stage, and it was Zhu Wulu, who had not appeared for a long time.

"Snow Monk, it's the Snow Monk!"

"So he is Zhu Wulu!"

"I often say that the Snow Monk is a dragon and phoenix among people. I don't believe it. When I see you today, it's true that it is worthy of your reputation!"

"The mountain capital, Wuxiagu is not as good as the snow columns in the temple. Even the songs are coming out, how could it be wrong?"

The people next to him were talking in a low voice, all of whom praised Zhu Wulu's charm. Xu You was curious and asked Dongzhi, "What kind of mountain is the capital, Wu Xiagu?"

"The song written by a buzzword is about Du Mingyu from Linwu Mountain and Gu Fujun from Wu County. In terms of appearance, Zhu Wuluo from Dade Temple. Zhu and Zhu are homophones, and Xue is the Snow Monk."

Xu You laughed and said, "Talented!"

Dong Xie curled her lips and said, "I think she is blind. Gu Fujun is much more beautiful than the other two!"

"You are called partiality. When it comes to appearance, the three of them have their own merits, but don't forget that Zhu Wulu is a monk, and he has no hair. If you look closely, he is indeed the most beautiful!"

The sunlight shone through the high pagoda and gathered around Zhu Wulu's body, as if the Buddha's light was shining with its jade face and red lips, and was extremely handsome. The famous Snow Monk in Jiangdong did not feel depressed by the previous events, but instead showed a calm and light wind in the quiet and moving manner. He sat casually on the lotus platform, half lying, one hand supported his jaw, and his clear eyes swept under the stage. His smile was as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face. The noisy crowd gradually became quiet as if he had been cast by a spell.

"Today is my Buddha's birthday. The lay Buddhists come from all directions. The little monk is willing to take this opportunity to preach to all living beings." Zhu Wulu's voice was soft and affectionate, as if a gurgling spring water flowed through the bluestone, which was very comfortable in his ears.

"Please ask the wizard to preach!"

"...In the extreme west, according to this, there is a Pure Land of Blissland, and there is a seven-treasure pool in China. The Buddha's Lord pours the eight merit waters into it. The bottom of the pool is purely made of golden sand, four-sided steps, gold, silver, glass, and glass, and pavilions on it, and decorated with gold, silver, glazed, conch, red beads, and agate. The lotus in the pool is blooming, as big as a wheel, blue green light, yellow light, red red light, white white light, subtle fragrance and clean... "

In addition, Zhu Wulu also depicts a paradise full of gold, precious animals, no worries, no wealth, no life and death. His tone is neither anxious nor slow, neither ups nor suppressed, but he can directly enter the hearts of the people and bring everyone from Dade Temple to this imagined wonderful country.

If the body cannot reach it, the heart yearns for it!

"...All Bodhisattvas, after hearing my name, will always practice Brahmacharya after their death, and will achieve the Buddha's path. They will develop the Bodhicitta and always concentrate on reciting Amitabha Buddha to cultivate all merits and wish to be born in that country." Zhu Wuluo sat up slowly, his starry eyes as bright as the sun, and said, "When these sentient beings are about to die, Amitabha Buddha and the masses will appear in front of them, and they will be reborn in their country with the Buddha."

This beautiful and troublesome method of practice attracted the attention of all believers. I don’t know who shouted “Amitabha Buddha” first, and countless followers were followed for a while, and the Buddha’s chant was loudly heard.

Someone asked loudly: "Master, can we go to the Pure Land by just chanting the Buddha's name?"

"Not necessarily!"

Zhu Wuluo's tongue shines on the lotus, explains the meaning of the sutra, recites the name of the Buddha with one mind, observes the appearance of the Buddha with one mind, observes the reality of the Dharma body with one mind, and explains how to be reborn in the Pure Land from many aspects of cause and action and result. He combines the three concepts of Prajna, meditation and Pure Land, takes the essence and removes the dross, praises "to make the mind clear and see all Buddhas", and proposes the practice method of "Samadhi of Reciting Buddha".

What is samadhi? It is called concentrating on silence. Through visualization, inspire wisdom and practice both concentration and wisdom!

"Son of Buddha, son of Buddha!"

Someone shouted at the Buddhist son, and everyone followed him. Xu You and He Ru looked at each other and saw incomparable shock and solemnity in each other's eyes. If Zhu Wulu had been curled up in the crook of the Wu Sect and ran into a wall everywhere, looking for a breakthrough, today, he had jumped out of the barrier that trapped his mind and stood again to another height, enough to overlook the many monks of Jiangdong Buddhism.

"This is definitely not something Zhu Wulu can do..."

He Ru understood Buddhist principles deeply and understood the unspoken rules in Buddhism. Without years of hard practice, without hard study of the scriptures, and without ten or decades of sitting for more than ten years, it is impossible to make a unique way, not to mention becoming a unique one.

"The younger generation is better than the younger generation. Zhu Wuluo is young and wise. Maybe he is a Buddhist son."

The Buddha's son was born in accordance with the Buddha's preaching, and was accomplished from the realization of nirvana. He could inherit the great cause of the Tathagata's enlightenment world. He was the supreme title and should not be used lightly. Even if the person who was leading the way was arranged in advance by Dade Temple, what a person Zhu Fayan would never be aimless and easily create such a magnificent image of the Buddha's son for Zhu Wulu.

Image engineering is very important. No matter which era or industry, sometimes too radical image engineering will affect oneself. Zhu Daorong is still there, Zhu Fayan is still there, and Zhu Wulu dares to call himself a Buddhist son even if he is fucked. In this way, what happened today must have been approved by Zhu Daorong.

"Impossible! Zhu Wulu or has talent, but the essence of the Buddhist principles of the Samadhi of Reciting Buddha's name is definitely not something he can understand alone. If I ask me, this should be the ability of Zhu Daorong or Zhu Fayan, who passed it on him and spread it to the public through his mouth."

Xu You suddenly looked at Dong Xie and said, "What do you think Zhu Daorong wants to do?"

This sentence was so full of questions that even Zuo Qi of Shanzong didn't understand for a moment. Lu Shuang was thinking, but she didn't say anything. The Winter Solstice had adapted to Xu You's sudden questioning from time to time, and his mind was running quickly, and he suddenly slammed his high-high and said, "Zhu Wulu has officially entered the list of the next sect leader of the Wuzong."

He Ru smiled and said, "You have really grown up!"

The Winter Solstice made a face and said, "You guys are all figures like the moon in the sky. If a little star like me doesn't grow, I'm afraid it will fall into the dust sooner or later and no light will be seen."

Xu You and the others laughed, which attracted the believers beside him who were piously worshiping Zhu Wulu, and hurriedly stopped and left quietly from behind. Outside the temple, many people squeezed on both sides of the mountain gate, which was more lively than in the temple. Shanzong looked on tiptoe and said, "I'll go and see!" He was flexible and slipped in like a fish. After a while, he came back with the cooked beans in his hand, chewing vigorously, and said, "I won't say anything else, these monks are good vegetarian food. Everyone taste it!"

Xu You grabbed a few of them in his hand, steaming hot, probably just cooked, put them in front of him and looked at them with a smile, "Is this the beans used by monks to count when chanting scriptures?"

They all caught Lufrost, the autumnal equinox, and the winter solstice were eaten. Hearing this, he said curiously: "Do you count?"

"Yes, monks often pinch beans to remember the number of things when chanting Buddha's name. Whenever they come to the Buddha's Bath Festival, they will be cooked and sprinkled with salt. They will invite people to eat it with Taoist Zuo. Every time they eat one, they will have a destiny with the Buddha."

The Winter Solstice was eating very vigorously. I heard that it was a monk who had pinched it. I vomited it out and said, "It's so dirty that I don't know how many times I've been pinched by those bald donkeys. Jingzhe, just eat it yourself, what can we do!"

Shanzong said helplessly: "How could I know that the monk remembered..."

At this moment, countless people were terrified and angry shouts from the temple, like thunder in the sky, trembling people's ears were numb. Xu You stopped and turned his head to look back. The monk who was cooking beans outside the temple also rushed into the inside, looking at Zuo Teng, he nodded, his figure flashed, and disappeared in the distance.

"What happened?"

Lu Shuang and the Winter Solstice moved towards Xu You, and the autumnal equinox and the Shanzong branch stood on the left and right, looking around vigilantly, protecting Xu You and He Ru and others.

Xu You said calmly: "Tianshi Tao is here to find trouble!"

Except for He Ru, everyone else was shocked. Lu Shuang couldn't help asking, "How did Xiaolang know?"

"Dade Temple today uses the name of the Buddha Bath Festival to open an altar and make a name for Zhu Wulu. It may not take long. Xue Monk's influence in Yangzhou will bring countless benefits to Buddhism. Tianshidao is unwilling to be left alone, so he naturally has to fight back! Just..."

"It is just that counterattacks should also be strategic. Too much, so that both sides will meet immediately, which is not in line with the situation in Yangzhou. But if it is not painful or itchy, Tianshidao will lose his own face. So it must be painful, but not too painful. If I expected it, the person who came must be Gao Hui from the Gao family in Sanhe Village!"

The little mouth of the Winter Solstice opened slightly and said, "Mr. Qiyi Lang, you are so amazing. You can even guess whoever makes trouble? I don't believe it, do you dare to make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

"Gambling...well, just bet on the embroiderer's jade shaving cake!"

He Ru said sideways: "Since the Lantern Festival, have you stopped contacting Jingge? How can you ask for someone's jade shaving cake?"

"Then don't worry, my husband. I have my own way. At worst, I can just pay for it. Can you make money if you have money?"

Thinking of the deliciousness of the jade shaving cake, He Ru's index finger moved and said, "Okay, I'm gambled!"

Looking at the happy look of Dong Zhe, Xu You sighed and said, "Silly girl, you lost to him, what did he lose to you?"

"ah?"

Dong Zhe was stunned. Yes, I was excited just now and only said her bet. He Ru's bet was not mentioned yet. She glared at her eyes and said, "Your yelled, you are so evil!"

He Ru was alive and said, "I can't hear what you said!"

Dong Zhe held Xu You's hand and said, "Xiao Lang, look at him and bully me!"

While talking and laughing, Zuo Qi came out of the temple, walked closer, and whispered: "Gao Hui suddenly appeared, rushed to the lotus platform, and threw a bucket of filth on Zhu Wule's head and body."

(One million words, thank you to all the friends who accompany you!)
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