Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 36

There are points of education:

The east breeze is blowing green and the river is blowing dry.

The silver screen is bright and clean and connects with Sichuan, and the broken jade ridges reflect the coldness of the moon.

This poem is about the scenery of Xiaohe River in Yishui, and the widely circulated story of Wang Xiang “Lying on the ice for carp” originated from this.

The river was flowing quietly, and a willow leaf fell on the water surface, whirling steadily, not knowing where it was drifting with the current.

It is almost dusk, the sky is gradually converging, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflects the mountains and waters, intertwined into a floating picture, which is extremely magnificent.

A flat gravel path stretches from the river to the nearby town.

Lin Baixuan strolled along the river, and saw a Puzhao Temple by the river from a distance. The incense was flourishing and the pedestrians came and went like weaving.

In a small temple with three entrances and three exits, the temple enshrines a golden statue of white lotus. The memorial tablet reads “The next generation Maitreya Buddha,” and the pilgrims kept coming and going, which seemed quite lively.

“Milere?” Lin Baixuan frowned.

The Buddhas in the West have disappeared.

But why does the Maitreya Buddha enshrined here show signs of condensed incense?

A divine light flashed in his eyes, and he saw through all the falsehood in an instant, looked at Maitreya’s golden body, but he still couldn’t see any detail.

As soon as Lin Baixuan entered the temple, a middle-aged monk noticed him.

There are only a few hundred households in the small town of Yishui, most of whom are familiar old pilgrims.

Suddenly a stranger came in, did not enter the incense, did not speak, just stood there in a daze, how could it not make people suspicious?

The monk stepped forward, put his palms together and announced the Buddha’s horn, and said, “Little monk Yankong, this is polite!”

Lin Baixuan woke up from contemplation, and said politely: “I have seen Master Yankong!”

“But the donor is here for incense?”

“Occasionally travel to this point and disturb the treasure temple, so the mage should not be offended!”

Not wanting to be troublesome, Lin Baixuan reached out and took three incense sticks from the altar table, lit them on the candle, made a few strokes, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Seeing that the pilgrim next to him was giving alms, he stretched his hand into his arms, twisted his fingertips, turned out a few copper plates, and put them into the merit box.

The monk Yankong saw that although Lin Baixuan had a face, he was elegant and decent, and he did not seem to be a troublemaker. At the moment, he smiled and saluted, thanking Lin Baixuan for his charity.

Lin Baixuan had nothing to say, so he asked, “Dare to ask Master, but Maitreya Buddha is enshrined in your temple?”

Monk Yankong chuckled and said, “So the donor recognizes it? The future Buddha is the fifth among the thousands of virtuous Buddhas. It is enlightened under the Bodhi Tree in the Bodhi Garden. There is boundless magic power, which can save all living beings.”

I recognize a fart!

You have such big characters written on this tablet, don’t think I don’t know if it’s written in traditional Chinese…

Lin Baixuan chuckled a few times and asked, “I see other Maitreya Buddhist temples with big belly laughter. Why does your temple enshrine a white lotus image?”

Monk Yankong gave a startled “Huh”, looked up and down Lin Baixuan a few times, put his hands together and smiled: “It turns out that the donor has such a root of wisdom, the little monk has gone away. Please come here, drink a cup of light tea, and speak slowly!”

The two chatted as they walked, only listening to Yankong saying: “The donor does not know something. The “Mahayana Sutra of Hundred Blessings” says that every time you cultivate one hundred blessings, you have a solemn appearance. Now Maitreya Buddha is reincarnated in the lower realm, and he is cultivating to the ears, ears, and spirits. , So there are sayings of Ruolun and Ruolianhua, so this temple enshrines the white lotus image.”

Monk Yankong is proficient in Buddhism, quoting scriptures and writings at hand. He heard Lin Baixuan in the mist, but didn’t dare to show it on his face, so he could only pretend to be a deep smile and nodded.

Hearing the monk’s words, Lin Baixuan was taken aback, and asked, “Is Maitreya reincarnated?”

“Buddha who has reincarnated for a hundred generations and experienced hundreds of calamities is to sense karma and practice righteous principles. Does the donor do not know?”

The two came to the small hall nearby, Monk Yankong personally served clear tea, and talked about Buddhism with Lin Baixuan. Poor Lin Baixuan, apart from remembering a few words “If I heard” and “Bodhisattva”, he almost knows nothing, and can only deal with it as hard as he can, and it’s miserable.

Where does he know? This monk Yankong has read Buddhist scriptures for thirty years, and pity this little Yishui town is full of ordinary people. Don’t say that you can talk about Buddhism, that is, there is no one who is literate. Normally, no one can talk to him, and he is really depressed.

At this time, I heard this young Confucian saying good things, and he seemed to be quite knowledgeable about Buddhism in his words. He couldn’t help but be very interested. He talked like a river and talked endlessly. He heard Lin Baixuan sitting on pins and needles, wishing to flee.

“…Now my Buddha reincarnates in the lower realm, and the leader is struggling to find it everywhere. Therefore, I was ordered to wait for the construction of a Buddhist temple and erect a holy mirror. All the senior officials of civil and military affairs in the mirror are all the guests of the former Longhua seat. If you see the Buddha’s light soaring to the sky, it must be the Buddha. The body of reincarnation!”

The leader? Holy Mirror?

The Longhua Society knows that, commonly known as the Buddha’s Birthday, also known as the Bathing Buddha Festival, is a famous ceremony in Buddhism.

What happened to the Buddha’s reincarnation?

The more Lin Baixuan listened, the more he felt wrong. These words seemed to be vaguely seen somewhere…

Seeing the night fall, I only heard Monk Yankong laughed and said: “Now that the night is late, the road is difficult. The donor might as well stay overnight in the small temple. Later, the poor monk will make a fire and cook, and the donor will be the first rank vegetarian.”

Lin Baixuan was about to agree, but he heard the monk enthusiastically say: “After the poor monk has prepared the evening class, come and have a talk with the donor Bingzhuye. The small temple has fifty volumes of “Miscellaneous Ahamam Sutra”…”

Fifty rolls!

He was taken aback, where would he dare to stay? Hastily evaded: “The mage is kind, Xiao Kexin took it! It’s really important to do more inconvenience!”

“It’s not right, it’s not right! Out of Yishui is the mountain forest, there are many demon ghosts…”

Lin Baixuan hurriedly evaded: “The mage doesn’t know, I’m used to walking at night. It doesn’t matter if I travel 300 per day and 200 at night! The demon ghost is a mere demon, but I can’t help it!”

The monk stroked his palms and smiled and said, “Sure enough, the donor is a strange person! If that’s the case, let’s stay even more…”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Baixuan pull his legs and ran, with smoke rising under his feet, and he was gone in a blink of an eye.

Monk Yankong couldn’t help but exclaimed, and praised: “Sure enough, he is a person with a root of wisdom. This walking skill is really amazing. If you meet next time, you must have a chat with him, it will definitely be helpful!”

Lin Baixuan rushed out seven or eight hundred steps, then slowly stopped, and looked at the temple behind with lingering fears. I only saw a little light flickering in the small temple, and no one was chasing it, which relieved my heart.

“If this is a liar monk, or a demon ghost, I will slap it to death!”

“Unfortunately, I met a monk with real ability!”

“If I hear him talk about Buddhist scriptures all night, I must go crazy…”

“An ordinary person like me can be considered to have a root of wisdom? What kind of root of wisdom do I have?”

Thinking of his own situation, Lin Baixuan couldn’t help but laugh.

How many times have you played Silent Hill and Resident Evil alone with headphones in your rented house in your previous life?

After becoming a ghost soldier, the dead souls on Yellow Springs Road who have broken hands and feet have not been scared.

In the wild ghost village, the vicious and weird group of monsters have seen more, but they feel that habit is natural.

Now I was frightened by a serious monk and fled…

“It can be seen that when the monk talks about the scriptures, he can’t even provoke ghosts!”

So when Lin Baixuan heard a whimper in the woods in the distance, making a sound like a ghost crying, he actually lifted his spirits and rushed up happily.

“When you encounter a crying ghost, which good ghost should you give this merit to…”