The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 219 A Floating Dream

The northeast corner outside the imperial city.

There is a temple built on the mountain called Lifo Temple.

This is a temple dedicated to receiving members of the royal family and praying for the royal family. It is not open to the public on weekdays.

But tonight, two uninvited guests came outside the mountain gate.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Hai was dressed in white, and said to Zhang Heng: "Please help me, fellow Taoist."

"Can"

Zhang Heng didn't talk nonsense, and stood on the stone tablet at the entrance of Lifo Temple.

Fa Hai straightened his clothes, put his palms together and stepped into the temple, and his deep voice resounded in all directions: "Where are the three holy monks? Fa Hai of Jinshan Temple came to pay a visit."

"Fahai?"

The monks woke up from their sleep and looked at each other in blank dismay.

They followed the three holy monks to Kaifeng for the purpose of arresting Fa Hai.

Before they could take any action, Fahai jumped out by himself. There are still such good things in the world.

Step on.
Hundreds of monks rushed out of the monk's house with sticks in hand.

When I went outside, I saw that Fa Hai was dressed in white and snowy, with a beggar in one hand and a rosary in the other, with a slight smile on his face.

"Fa Hai, Buddhism should be prosperous in this world, and you are also a Buddhist disciple. You should be able to understand our painstaking efforts, so why bother to oppose us and make outsiders laugh at you?"

The monks moved out of the way to greet the three old monks who came from behind.

"Return to Zen Master!"

Fa Hai glanced at the old monk who was walking in the middle, and then cast aside the corner of his eye at the other two: "Zhan Master Guidu and Guijie."

"Fa Hai, turn around."

Zen Master Guidu spoke.

"Don't mistake yourself, we respect you as the reincarnated Arhat, you follow us honestly, we will not hurt your life, and you will save yourself the pain of flesh and blood."

Zen Master Guijie also followed suit.

Fa Hai was noncommittal, and asked instead, "Where is Hero Yan?"

The three of them didn't answer, they just looked at Fa Hai quietly.

Fahai knew immediately at the first sight that the three monks would not tell the truth even if there was no winner today.

"excuse me."

Fa Hai tugged at the cassock, and shouted, "Weismoye, Dayuan Jizo!"

Boom! !

The cassock on Fahai's body soared into the sky, involving the entire Lifo Temple.

The monks took a closer look and saw that the inside of the cassock formed a world of its own, with yellow spring water under its feet and red lotus fire above its head. This is actually a miniature version of purgatory.

call! !

The flame rose and burned towards the monks.

After being burned by this karmic fire, some monks with insufficient determination screamed, and were burnt to a mass of fly ash in an instant.

"Hold the spell!"

"Hold the mantra of Manjushri Bodhisattva and break his purgatory!"

The three holy monks took a step forward at the same time, stretched out their hands and pointed to Fahai: "Om, Ah, Ruo, Ba, Jia, Na, Di!"

"Om, Ah, Ruo, Ba, Jia, Na, Di!"

Hundreds of monks sat cross-legged, holding the mantra of Manjushri together.

Among the four great Bodhisattvas, Ksitigarbha is named Great Wish Bodhisattva, Manjusri is named Great Wisdom Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra is named Great Practice Bodhisattva, and Avalokitesvara is named Great Compassion Bodhisattva.

Om, Ah, Ruo, Ba, Jia, Na, Di.

It is the mantra in the Manjushri Wisdom Mantra. Although it is not as famous as the mantra of Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, Om, Ma, Ni, Ba, Mi, Hum, the effect is the same. It means: use great wisdom to break all troubles.

boom! !

The ground in Little Purgatory was shaken.

Fahai's cassock began to crack, as if it would be torn apart at any moment.

This is not surprising.

Although Fa Hai is formidable, he is no match for four hands.

Not to mention the three holy monks, the remaining hundred or so monks are all masters on Mount Wutai. Fa Hai is equivalent to using the power of one person to fight against the entire inheritance of Mount Wutai.

"Candle, west wind, collapsed bed, standing up and sitting can't be leveled, the world is flowing with the flow, it's a dream."

Just when Fa Hai was about to be unable to withstand the pressure, faint laughter suddenly came from all around.

The monks looked up.

I saw Zhang Heng descending from the sky, landed beside Fa Hai, bowed his hands to the crowd and said, "Zhang Heng, a post-learner from Maoshan, has met all eminent monks."

"you"

Zen Master Gui Jie was about to say something.

Without waiting for him to speak, Zhang Heng waved his sleeves: "Dream!"

Swish! !

The surrounding scene changed again.

The holy monk Gui Jie looked around, not far away was the gate of Mount Wutai, and beside him stood his younger siblings.

"Brother, don't you want to be a monk, we can't bear you."

The holy monk Guijie was in a daze when he heard the cries of his younger brothers and sisters.

boom! !

There was a bang in the mind of the holy monk Guijie.

He remembered that when he was 12 years old, his father was put into corvee labor and had to dig canals.

My father is weak and sick, and his bones have always been bad. If he went to dig a canal, it would be easy to go and difficult to return.

It just so happened that young novice monks aged 10 to 12 were recruited on Mount Wutai, not to mention food and housing. If someone sent the child there, they would pay 600 Wen back.

So he gritted his teeth and sold himself to Mount Wutai.

I got six hundred Wen, and asked my younger siblings to take them home, and used the money to exempt my father from corvee, while I stayed on the mountain all my life.

"This is."

The holy monk Guijie is not Fahai.

He didn't open his heart to Zhang Heng, and Zhang Heng's dream skills were not enough to confuse him, so he quickly came to his senses: "This is a dream!"

The holy monk Guijie was about to break his dream.

The next second, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "A Jie!"

"A Jie?"

The holy monk Guijie was stunned for a moment.

Such a familiar name, why does it sound so familiar?

Yes, Li Jie is my common name, my mother always called me A Jie when I was young.

back.

In sight, a woman in her 40s and [-]s came crying and hugged him in her arms.

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Tears hit his face, and the monk Guijie wanted to reach out and push his mother away, but the outstretched hand hesitated in mid-air.

"Ah Jie, why are you so stupid, you became a monk, how can mother still live!"

The mother hugged the holy monk who had returned to robbery, and burst into tears.

The holy monk Guijie's eyes were full of bewilderment, and he said, "Mother, I haven't seen you for 100 years."

After finishing speaking, he sighed again: "Although I know this is a dream and everything is false, I still can't bear you. I sold myself to go up the mountain when I was 12 years old, and then went down the mountain. It has been 20 years since you and my father passed away. My younger brother also left as a soldier, and his whereabouts remain a mystery, while my younger sister married an old man who was eight years older than her. Before she was 30, she was already so skinny that she didn’t look like anyone. These are the regrets of my life.”

"What nonsense, your father borrowed money from Mr. Jin, which can be used to pay off the corvee. You don't have to sell yourself to the monk anymore."

The mother pulled the Guijie monk back and said, "Come home with me."

The holy monk Guijie hesitated a little, but finally nodded: "Okay, let's go home."

Step by step, the holy monk Guijie followed his mother towards home.

When I got home, I saw that my father had already borrowed the money.

Without the oppression of corvee, the family of five regained their peace.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, and the monk Guijie didn't think about Wutai Mountain, nor did he think that it was a dream. He stayed at home wholeheartedly, took his younger siblings to pickle wild vegetables and pickled cucumbers, and then sold these things to the people on Wutai Mountain. monk.

Someone asked him why his pickled wild vegetables and cucumbers were so delicious.

The holy monk Guijie always smiled and said nothing. He sold himself to the mountain at the age of 12 and stayed in the Fire Engineering Institute for six years. Later, he was transferred to the lecture hall because of his ability to pickle cucumbers.

In the blink of an eye, it is a few years.

At the beginning, pickled cucumbers and wild vegetables were sold on Mount Wutai. After saving some money, the holy monk Guijie started a pickle restaurant, and then turned the pickle restaurant into a vegetarian restaurant.

Others' vegetarian dishes are bland and tasteless.

The vegetarian dishes of the holy monk Guijie can make the taste of big fish and meat.

One store, two stores, five stores, ten stores.

Guinanlou, a civilization of vegetarian banquets, soon blossomed everywhere, and the life of the Li family became prosperous.

My father became the head of the village, and my mother had more than a dozen people to take care of her.

The younger brother went to school, and although he didn't win the exam, he also spent money to buy a fat job as an eighth-rank supervisor.

The younger sister is even better. She is married to the son of the prefect of Shun'an, and she walks with wind.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spit out.

The holy monk Guijie opened his eyes, and his whole body was limp on the ground like a deflated balloon.

aside.

The holy monk of disaster supported him, with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Junior brother, what kind of magic spell have you fallen into to make you like this?"

The holy monk Guijie shook his head: "It was I who broke my Buddha heart and forcibly stayed in the dream, not blaming others."

The holy monk who returned home did not understand what he meant.

The holy monk Guijie said with a smile: "I have a deficiency in my heart, and I have never been able to overcome it. Today I face up to my original heart, and I have a dream, and I have no regrets!"

Done.

A ray of spiritual light flew out from the top of his head and went straight into the nine heavens.

The Holy Monk Guinan hurriedly checked, and saw that the Holy Monk Guijie had passed away, and there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)