Chapter 708
As expected, he is a Buddhist master, majestic and majestic, with boundless compassion...
After following the crowd, we entered Leifeng Pagoda.
This pagoda is still magnificent.
There are hundreds of pilgrims worshiping in the Buddhist hall on the first floor, but it does not appear cramped.
There is a Buddha statue in the hall, wearing green gauze and ornaments of gold, silver and jade, with lowered eyebrows.
In the eyes of the white snake, it seems that there is infinite light covering the body.
What a nice view……
Even though White Snake itself is a unique beauty in the world, when she saw the appearance of this Bodhisattva, her eyes could not help but be fascinated and she sighed in her heart.
"The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, Bai Suzhen, a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, although he is a different kind of enlightenment, he is devoted to the Tao, has strict rules and self-restraint, and only hopes that one day, he will achieve true enlightenment,"
White Snake no longer had any doubts, and along with the crowd of pilgrims, she also bowed down on a futon.
"I also hope that the great master will be merciful and give guidance to the disciples."
The Bodhisattva statue in the temple is just like the clay puppets in other temples. Although it looks very solemn in appearance, it only regards all living beings as if they are nothing and never responds.
White Snake was not impatient either.
Just worship Buddha sincerely and recite silently in your heart.
Maybe it was her intention that moved her secret will.
The Bodhisattva statue has eight arms, and suddenly it seems to move slightly.
It was restored in an instant, and if the white snake was not an ordinary person, it would not have been noticed.
I saw a golden Buddha light shooting out from one of the Bodhisattva's arms.
Swim slowly in front of the white snake.
There seemed to be an invisible hand, holding an invisible pen, writing in the void in front of her, stroke by stroke.
"March 3rd is the Qingming Festival. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. If we are destined to meet each other from thousands of miles away, we must go to the heights of the West Lake to find..."
White Snake read out in a low voice, his eyes dazed.
This sentence was simple and straightforward, but it made her even more confused.
She raised her head and glanced at the Bodhisattva statue. Although she had the intention to pray again, she also knew that nothing should be taken too far.
It's a great blessing to get some advice. No matter how hard I kowtow, I'm afraid I won't get another response.
"Thank you for your advice, Master."
The white snake had no choice but to bow to the ground and thank him.
Then he respectfully offered incense and left Leifeng Pagoda.
All kinds of strange phenomena were noticed by the pilgrims in the palace.
…
About a hundred miles away from Leifeng Pagoda, there is a rocky beach on the Luosha River.
Chen Yi, who transformed into Fahai, stood on a rocky cliff, wearing a moon-white monk's robe and blowing fiercely in the river wind.
Where his eyes fell was Leifeng Pagoda.
"Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, spent thousands of years cultivating this body in a cave...ah!"
It's so magical, I sang it smoothly...
Chen Yi wiped away cold sweat.
Fortunately, there was no one, otherwise his image would be over.
"However, I didn't expect this white snake to be so courageous..."
Chen Yi also didn't expect that Bai Suzhen would dare to erase his memory.
I heard Mrs. Nanyue said that she erased her memory not to forget Xu Xuan, but to focus on pursuing immortality from now on.
Quite the opposite.
She clearly knew that if she did not have enough strength, even if she found Xu Xuanyuan's reincarnation in the future, she would inevitably encounter disaster again and would be helpless.
But she couldn't let go of her love for Xu Xuan. If this continued, he might have to spend five hundred years in a hurry with Xu Xuan's heartbreak and heartbreak.
It erased the memory on its own.
The reason is to practice with concentration, and more importantly, to renew the relationship with the reincarnated Xu Xuan with a brand new self.
She is quite confident in the love between herself and Xu Xuan.
Even if one memory disappears and one reincarnation occurs.
I also firmly believe that the love between the two will not be lost.
Do you firmly believe that two "strangers" will fall in love again if they meet again?
"The word love..."
Chen Yi shook his head, eyes wide open: "How annoying!"
Hum...( ̄_, ̄)
This Sea of Dharma is your calamity...
Chen Yi thought, sneered, and was about to turn around and return to Jinshan Temple.
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of a small figure in the corner of my eye.
Couldn't help but turn around.
On the shore, on a rocky slope.
That small figure was actually a little boy of six or seven years old.
While on the cliff, he struggled to lift a stone that was too big for his small body, walked to the edge of the cliff step by step, and threw it into the turbulent river.
Then he turned back, picked up a stone again, came back step by step, and threw it again...
Again and again, over and over again.
Even though he was weighed down by stones and couldn't stand upright every time, and every time he threw stones on the river, he had to breathe heavily for a long time, but he still had no intention of stopping.
If nothing else, the persistence and perseverance of a small six or seven-year-old child are moving.
Chen Yi thought for a moment, then took a step forward and appeared behind the boy silently, watching quietly.
This little boy is extremely thin and wears a loose gray cloth coat that is slightly tattered. It looks like it has been remade from an adult's old clothes.
A small face was also covered by gray and black mud marks.
It's almost impossible to see the original appearance.
After a while, it was not a long time, but it was already a big project for the boy, and his little body could not bear such back and forth.
But the boy had no intention of stopping, even though sweat was pouring from his head, and his small chest was rising and falling rapidly, making a gasping sound like a bellows.
Chen Yi couldn't help but said: "Boy, what are you doing?"
"..."
Chen Yi called several times, but the child turned a deaf ear to Chen Yi and continued to carry stones and throw them into the river.
Chen Yi's curiosity was even more aroused.
Who is this little kid?
And why do we keep moving stones and throwing them into the river?
Is it possible that you want to imitate Jingwei and let others fill the sea while you fill the river?
Chen Yi looked around and saw many fishing boats on the river.
There were several boats leaning on the riverside not far away, and the people on the boats seemed to be looking this way.
Chen Yi came down from the stone slope and walked over.
On a nearby boat was an old fisherman, who seemed to be taking a rest.
Squatting on the bow of the boat, there was a small wooden table, a small pot of wine, and a plate of dried fish beside him.
It seems very pleasant to be on this vast river.
Chen Yi came to the side of the boat and said to him, "Amitabha, my father-in-law and the young monk are polite."
"Oh, little master is so handsome."
The old fisherman opened his slightly hazy drunken eyes, as if waking up from a dream. When he turned around and saw Chen Yi, his drunken eyes were slightly bright.
Chen Yi smiled slightly: "I'm so proud of you."
"But, but..."
The old fisherman waved his hand, picked up the wine gourd on the small table, took a sip, and let out a long sigh.
The old fisherman hesitated and said: "Little master, is there something wrong?"
"Young monk, I have something to ask you. I wonder if my father-in-law can tell me?"
Chen Yi pointed to the rocky slope over there: "Can I recognize the little boy over there?"
The old fisherman glanced at where he was pointing. He didn't think it was strange when he saw the child. He seemed to have been accustomed to it. He shook his head and sighed: "Hey, I know it, why don't I know it?"
Chapter completed!