80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Chapter 322 Cangyang Gyatso

　　 Lin Jiufeng suddenly saw the picture before him collapsed.

　　 In the next second, he saw Monk Ananda stretched out his hand and pushed him, cautiously said: "Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?"

　　 Lin Jiufeng saw the huge statue of Sakyamuni the Great, the statue kneeling on the ground, and the nervous monk Ananda and Ouyang Xiu.

　　 He is back to reality!

　　 "What's wrong?" Lin Jiufeng asked Monk Ananda.

　　 "You have been motionless for a day." Monk Ananda said.

　　 "Has it been a day?" Lin Jiufeng was stunned.

　　 He only felt that it had passed for a while, but he did not expect that it was already a day.

　　 "Emperor Jiufeng, are you okay?" Monk Ananda asked worriedly.

　　 This is definitely not about Lin Jiufeng's body.

　　 but worrying about the origin of my soul.

　　 After all, once Lin Jiufeng had an accident, they would have to follow the bad luck, the soul origin was pinched by Lin Jiufeng in his hands.

　　 "I'm okay, there is nothing good to see here, take me to other places." Lin Jiufeng calmed his mind, pressed the shocking scene that he saw to the bottom of his heart, and did not say it.

　　 He knows this square, this statue, there are not many secrets anymore.

　　 So he doesn't need to waste time here next.

　　 "Why did Emperor Shakyamuni go to suppress that ancient city for 100,000 years?"

　　 "Is the Emperor Shakyamuni really that powerful?"

　　 "The ancient city on the sea looked so terrifying, but in front of Emperor Shakyamuni, it was not the enemy of one united at all. It was lifted up by the emperor and walked into the depths of the sea."

　　 "Then why not just destroy that ancient city?"

　　 "There must be something I don't know about in it. If I can think of it, Sakyamuni the Great can definitely think of it."

　　 "So, I have to continue to grow stronger in order to explore these truths buried in history."

　　 "Furthermore, Emperor Shakyamuni suppressed them for 100,000 years. By this time, 100,000 years have passed."

　　 "Does this mean that that ancient city will reappear in the near future?"

　　 Lin Jiufeng's inner thoughts turned, and there was a lot of pressure.

　　 He discovered that in this era, it seems that there are no powerful enemies. Now the people live and work in peace and contentment, the emperor is flourishing, and an unprecedented world has been created.

　　 But all this is like a castle in the sky.

　　 The undercurrent hidden in this calm, once it erupts, it will destroy this so-called brilliant world in an instant.

　　 Lin Jiufeng is absolutely not allowed!

　　The goddess of war in the fairy garden, the ancient city suppressed by the Great Shakyamuni, these are the two major threats Lin Jiufeng knows.

　　 Lin Jiufeng doesn’t know the threats, but I don’t know how many.

　　 "The world has finally calmed down. The people have had an unprecedented good life. I will never allow anyone to destroy such a good life!" Lin Jiufeng's eyes were firm.

　　 Lin Jiufeng, who fluctuated violently in his heart, looked as usual. Monk Ananda took him to another place.

　　 Da Lei Yin Temple is too big.

　　 Da Leiyin Temple has many good places.

　　 Monk Ananda knew this well, and brought Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu to the next place.

"This is the prayer tower of Da Leiyin Temple. The prayer wheels here have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Of course, some people say that it was passed down by Emperor Shakyamuni. Every time I come here, my thoughts are confused, or If it is troubled by evil thoughts, I will turn around." Monk Ananda said.

The main body of the 　　 prayer wheel is a huge tower.

　　 But the prayer wheels are lined up very long, a full one-kilometer section.

　　 are all pale golden prayer wheels, engraved with Buddhist Sanskrit, immaculately dusty.

　　 "Under the passing tower, a poignant story happened. It was widely circulated in Buddhism and in the land of Ximo. I don't know if Emperor Jiufeng knows it?" Monk Ananda asked.

　　 Lin Jiufeng shook his head, and asked curiously: "A poignant story that happened in the Buddhist Holy Land?"

　　 "Is it about men and women?"

　　 "I really don't know this."

　　 Ouyang Xiu interrupted, "I know this."

　　 Lin Jiufeng looked at him.

　　 Monk Ananda stopped talking, and gave this opportunity to Ouyang Xiu.

　　 Ouyang Xiu said: "In our West Desert, this is a widely circulated love story. It is the story of an outstanding living Buddha in the history of Da Leiyin Temple. He also wrote a poem for this story."

　　 Lin Jiufeng is interested, the living Buddha of Buddhism has a poignant love story.

　　 "Let's talk about it!" Lin Jiufeng listened respectfully.

　　 "At that moment, I rose up, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival."

　　 "That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting."

　　 "On that day, I set up a mani pile, not for cultivating virtue, but for dropping the rocks of my heart. I listened to Sanskrit for a night, not for comprehension, just to find your breath."

　　 "In that month, I shook all the sutra barrels, not for superfluousness, just to touch your fingertips."

　　 "That year, I crowed on the mountain road with my long head, not to be seen, just to stick to your warmth."

　　 "In that lifetime, turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda, not for the next life, just to meet you on the way."

　　 "At that moment, I rose to a fairy, not for longevity, but for your peace and joy."

　　 Ouyang Xiu recite this little poem that many people know about in the West Desert.

　　 Lin Jiufeng listened silently, and said with emotion: "It's an infatuated monk."

　　 Lin Jiufeng stretched out his hand, turned the prayer wheel, and walked forward.

　　 After hearing this poem, he wanted to turn the prayer wheel for one kilometer.

　　 "Before him, the monks in West Desert suppressed their feelings, and the monks did not have a relationship between men and women. This was written in the Buddhist scriptures of the Great Shakyamuni." Monk Ananda followed Lin Jiufeng and said as he walked.

"But since he appeared, he has outrageously questioned that everyone has feelings. The scriptures written by the Great Shakyamuni are the sentiments of the Great Shakyamuni. They cannot restrain the monks from generation to generation. The Buddha also has sentiment, but The Buddha's affection is applied to all living beings!" Monk Ananda said inexplicably.

　　 "Such a monk, in Buddhism everywhere, in the Great Leiyin Temple, interpreting Emperor Shakyamuni like this, must be very miserable, right?" Lin Jiufeng said with emotion.

　　 Those who dare to question the classics will definitely be hurt by the power of the world.

　　 Monk Ananda nodded: "At that time, he was the living Buddha who came to the world, and was the next leader of the Great Leiyin Temple, but since this sentence appeared, he was imprisoned and never appeared again."

"Some people say that he committed suicide. Others say that he was killed by Da Leiyin Temple as an insurgent. No one knows the ending." Ouyang Xiu added: "So his poem, his story was quickly spread in West Desert. Open, everyone is discussing him."

　　 "Twenty thousand years ago, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I found the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple, and at the end of the prayer wheel, I also saw a poem!" Monk Ananda said.

　　 "What poem?" Lin Jiufeng and Ouyang Xiu looked at him together.

　　 "I was worried that passion would hurt Brahma, and I would not fall into the mountains when I entered the mountain. The world is safe and secure, and I will not lose the Tathagata but not the Qing." Monk Ananda read out.

　　 "This shows that Da Leiyin Temple actually did not harm him, it just trapped him here, but then Da Leiyin Temple disappeared, and he also disappeared with him." Monk Ananda sighed.

　　 The one-kilometer prayer wheel soon came to an end.

　　 Lin Jiufeng suddenly asked: "What is this monk's title?"

　　 "The Sixth Dalai Lama, Lobsang Rinchen!" Ouyang Xiu said.

　　 But Monk Ananda suddenly stiffened, and looked straight ahead, with an expression of excitement or surprise on his face.

　　 "Actually, he has another name."

　　 "He called, Cangyang Gyatso!"

　　 "He is there!"

　　 The monk Ananda stretched out his hand, his tone was hard to hide his excitement, his body was shaking.

　　 Lin Jiufeng looked up, at the end of the prayer wheel, a monk was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, very pious.

　　 The Buddha's light is draped on his body and he is plated with a golden body!