Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 341 Mid-Autumn Night

The mirror in the vestibule is sprinkled with toad colors,
The western fragrance in the back garden is scattered with osmanthus fragrance.

Tonight, thousands of families rejoice together,
The city is full of daytime lights.

Mi Luo picked up a pen to write down the Mid-Autumn Festival poems, and the young servant at the side saw it, and immediately stepped forward to praise it.

"Young master's poetry is getting better and better. I think this poem is good at first glance. The words are really ingenious."

Hearing this, Mi Luo shook his head and said, "What's so good! The bright mirror is the moon, the color of the toad is the moonlight, and the western fragrance is the sweet-scented osmanthus. When an outsider sees it, they may not be able to say a neat sentence, so how can it be considered good?"

Hearing this, the young man rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile, "Isn't family reunion the greatest blessing of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Why do you have to write those aspirations and misses on this day? Anyway, the little one thinks your writing is good."

"You! It's fine to say this in front of me. If outsiders hear it, I don't know how to laugh at you."

Regarding Mi Luo's words, the servant still had a smirk on his face: "But whatever you say, those masters will laugh at you."

Hearing this, Mi Luo shook his head, and asked him to put away the Mid-Autumn Festival poems he had written, while he looked up at the bright moon above the nine sky, feeling a little melancholy in his heart, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

And whenever he felt such emotions, he couldn't help touching a jade badge that he carried with him.

Seeing this, the servant next to him immediately showed a worried expression, carefully packed up the poems, then walked to the door and made a gesture with the colleague next to him.

Mi Luo, who saw all this in his eyes, frowned slightly.

He knew it was his mother who was worried about him.

As the only only child in the family, from childhood to adulthood, whether it is a father, mother, or grandfather or grandmother, they all regard themselves as eyeballs, and be careful and careful.

However, Mi Luo has not been a stable master since he was a child. During the Hundred Days Banquet, a monk came to cry together.

"This child doesn't belong here by nature, if you don't give up to me, it's better for everyone to be sad in the future."

Although he didn't know the mood of his parents at that time, Mi Luo could also guess one or two things, he must be so angry that he was dying, but he had to hold back his anger because he was worried that it was his hundred-day feast.

Later, Mi Luo's physical condition also seemed to be as the monk said. He had a fever today and a cold tomorrow. The family gradually tried everything from seeking medical treatment to praying to gods and worshiping Buddha to save Mi Luo's life. Ro.

In the end, it was a sloppy Taoist who passed by who saw the problem and cured Mi Luo's illness.

But the Taoist also bluntly said that Mi Luo is a boy, born with a relationship with the Tao. If he wants to last long, he still needs to practice Taoism to be the best choice.

Naturally, Mi Luo's elders couldn't accept it. They opened the way with gold and silver, built Taoist temples in the east, donated gold to shape their bodies, and out of family affection, they begged a jade tablet from the Taoist to cover up Mi Luo's luck.

When Mi Luo's health improved, the elders in the family intentionally or unintentionally prevented Mi Luo from getting in touch with Buddhist scriptures, but what he didn't know was that the Taoist's jade tablet not only concealed his fate, but also had the effect of nourishing the spirit.

Mi Luo has carried it with him for ten years, and his soul has become stronger and stronger, and he can vaguely feel the small words inside the jade pendant.

Today, under the light of the lunar moon, Mi Luo finally understood the words in the jade tablet.

Wisps of moonlight followed Mi Luo’s reading of the words, and automatically gathered around him, forming a thin cloud. From a distance, it looked like Mi Luo was standing under the lights, his body swaying with the fire light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark .

Mi Luo only felt that his consciousness was gradually withdrawn from his body, completely merging into the invisible moonlight.

The soul turns into a divine soul, continuously absorbs the moonlight, and turns into a flowing silver gauze, which is draped outside the divine soul, like a fairy garment of moonlight, and like auspicious clouds flying into the sky.

In the moonlight, there are phantoms of laurel trees and phantoms of December gods.

The osmanthus tree is like a white jade carving, and its branches and leaves collide, making a pleasant sound. The gods of December hold musical instruments and surround them, playing heavenly sounds.

The sounds of the two interact, attracting the moonlight to fall from the sky, and complementing each other with Miluo's breath.

While the long moonlight washes Mi Luo's soul, there are also strands of clear inspiration, which sprinkle around, nourishing a side of the ground.

Such scenes are naturally perceived by the few practitioners who live here.

A Taoist living in a Taoist temple on the east side, who was playing chess with his friends, raised his head and looked in the direction of Mi Luo.

The sky full of moonlight fell on his body, arousing a layer of clear light, layers of brilliance emerged, and turned into a circle of light suspended behind his head, making the originally somewhat sloppy Taoist look extremely holy.

The Taoist said in amazement: "What a pure moonlight, today's moonlight is almost comparable to the emperor's blood flow once every 60 years. I thought it was a fairy boy from the sky who came to the world. Looking at this posture, I'm afraid it's not some fairy in the moon palace." , or the innocence of the lunar system.”

The Taoist could see very clearly that after the moonlight in the sky merged into the earth veins, it first flowed through the city once, and then connected with the Mid-Autumn Festival power accumulated inside the city, neutralizing the good wishes of blessing and prayer inside, and turning it into an aura similar to the divine power of the sun. , carefully sorting out the vitality in the city and the energy veins of many creatures, sweeping away excess yin, evil and bad luck.

The first half of these means is similar to the unity of heaven and man in the immortal way, while the second half bears obvious traces of the divine way.

Therefore, the Taoist also saw its origin for a while.

"Why, old man, are you excited again?"

An old monk sitting in front of the Taoist cheerfully picked up a chess piece and pressed it down slowly.

As he moved his hands and feet, the monk bathed in the moonlight also had a layer of glaze-colored brilliance on his body, making his originally peaceful face look extremely dignified.

"Old monk, don't tell me that you are not moved. The "Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light King and Seven Buddhas Vow Merit Sutra" you practice is another method of practicing sun and moon lazuli light. If you accept this kid, you will practice it in the future. Know how easy it is."

Regarding the Taoist's ridicule, the old monk was still cheerful: "It is rumored that the pharmacist Liuliguang King is accompanied by the Sunlight Bodhisattva and the Moonlight Bodhisattva, in order to purify himself in the light of the sun and the moon, but only the moonlight does not have the sun. Let Liuli Guang be too cold, and I won't argue with you, old man."

"Is this true?"

The Taoist couldn't believe it. After all, this monk has been staying here since he met Mi Luo five years ago, and wanted to save Mi Luo to become a recluse. Now that he said he was unwilling to compete, the Taoist inevitably became a little suspicious.

The old monk just clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Monks don't tell lies."

After finishing speaking, the monk pointed to the side and said to the west: "Old Taoist, if you want to accept disciples, you'd better hurry up."

The Taoist heard the words, took a look, and saw a slightly mixed red aura rising from the west, with a little filthy aura, approaching this place, he couldn't help laughing: "A mere guy who practiced heresy, how can he be It can hurt this one, but what you said is also true, if I want to accept apprentices, I can't show it at all. Let him see my ability."

As he said that, the Taoist took advantage of the moonlight to rise into the sky and flew towards the west.

After the Taoist left, the old monk took out a statue of King Bishamon, which was made of pure gold and well-crafted, from his arms with a smile.

Respectfully placed in front of the body, clasped hands together, silently chanted the scriptures, bursts of Sanskrit sounded, and a relic flew out of the statue of the heavenly king, and then a faint lotus fragrance appeared on the body of the latter, and a young god wearing a necklace jewel appeared in the void .

The deity's eyes are dull, but his expression is pious, holding the relic in his hand, and looking in Miro's direction.

The old monk took advantage of the situation and saw a three-faced and eight-armed yaksha in the moonlight.

"Nanwu Pharmacist Liuliguang King Tathagata! Sure enough, he is the reincarnation of the son of the heavenly king. This time he descended to the lower realm. I think it is the destiny of heaven. I also want to help the monk. It is a good relationship." After finishing speaking, the glazed light on the monk's body fell Gathering together, it turned into a lotus flower that bloomed seven grades, its color was golden, but its texture was like glass, supporting him to escape into the void.

(End of this chapter)