Take the most beautiful stone,

Grind the finest powder,

A sentence of Buddhist scriptures,

A pen of piety,

With a lifetime of time,

Outline the mandala in your heart.

The red monk's robe wrapped around the thin body, the skin blackened by the sun was lined with dark red □□, under the butter lamp, the room was filled with a fragrance soaked in the soul, and the movements of the people seemed to be much slower, a little bit, holding the pen, stained with a little ore powder and grinding the pigment slowly sketching the thangka.

His movements are very slow, each stroke seems to have to think for a long time, in fact, it is not thinking, but every time he puts down the pen, he has to silently recite a Buddhist scripture, and the scriptures that he has read and recited silently at this time, inexplicably have a feeling of empty mind, he doesn't think about anything, he can't think of anything.

The flickering candle flame is not constant even in front of the Buddha, The incense in the incense burner keeps emitting wisps of smoke, swirling around the low-hanging curtains, turquoise, malachite, beeswax, coral, agate, dzi... Everything that could be seen dimmed with the light, like a stone thrown at random, bowing its head in front of the Buddha statue.

The tall Buddha statue cannot be seen with its head up, and its majesty is like a cloud.

The light from outside cannot penetrate the layers of roofs, the sunlight cannot penetrate through the deep windows, and the little light leaking in from the narrow gaps is like a glow, flickering and difficult to see.

The Buddha knelt in front of him, and the cloth surface spread on the stone bricks was soaked in a special potion, exuding a faint smell of herbs, without much fragrance, but just like the smell of the butter lamp, people can smell it and be able to feel a special characteristic that belongs to the snowy plateau.

The child who leaned over to paint was no more than ten years old, thin and small, growing slowly like the people here, making it impossible to determine his exact age at a glance, his eyes were extremely calm, without the clarity of a child, nor the transparency of a child, his eyes were black, as if he was bottomless, and had a strange charm.

From the moment he was born, his parents decided that he belonged to the Buddha, because his calmness was different from that of ordinary children, because of his silence, such a "deserved" child seemed to be born to be a member of the lotus throne.

Then, his parents sent him to the temple, and since then he has become an ordinary monk, because he was born in front of the Buddha, became a monk in the temple, although he is young, but he is "older" than many people, proficient in Buddhist scriptures, like a natural Buddha, is highly valued by the monastery.

And the Buddhist scriptures written by him have even made many believers come from thousands of miles to seek them.

Because of him, this temple hidden deep in the mountains also became famous and gradually became known to the outside world.

His name is Sanji Danba, taking the meaning of "Buddhist law", in the hearts of the surrounding people, his existence is equivalent to the Buddha crossing the world, the reason why he can have such a great fame, naturally is not that those people know how many Buddhist scriptures he knows, and how many Buddhist classics can be written silently, but because of a certain avalanche, he happened to be present, and happened to save the person who should have died.

-- That's a power that doesn't belong to the world!

People who don't have much culture, and don't even know a word of the legend, rely on word of mouth to spread the Xiantong Temple more and more mysteriously, and together with Sanji Danba, they have become the reincarnation of a Buddha.

The reason why people are human is that even if they step into the empty door, they may not be able to be empty.

As more and more people donate their life savings to the temple, the monks in the temple have also changed, and their hearts have been dyed with more colors.

The hand holding the pen is very steady, there will be no hesitation, his expression is even calmer, the calm brushstrokes seem to have been carved thousands of times, and the shapes of those Buddhas seem to have already seen the hand touch.

Sanji Danba's eyes have never been raised, and he has never noticed that there are still people looking at him, the tall Buddha statue, as well as the special terrain here, and, it is not the effect of what it is, so that the magnetic field here is a little different, in the temple, in front of the Buddha statue, his spiritual power will be infinitely suppressed to the level of an ordinary person, and he will not be able to scan everything around him wantonly.

This kind of ordinariness is not unfamiliar to him, he is an ordinary person at the beginning of every world, and every trace of special power is something he cultivates little by little, which also needs to be allowed by the rules of the world, otherwise, he can only be an ordinary person, and the strength of these powers does not depend entirely on his cultivation efforts, but also related to the rules of the world, and also related to the physical conditions of the person he possesses.

No matter how powerful the soul is,

All he can control is such a skin, although the skin will also grow, but the most fundamental thing, just like the spiritual root required by the immortal cultivation world, is inherently unchangeable.

He was still a man, not a god, and the things that involved the rules were not something he could change.

Therefore, even if he cultivated a powerful power, he would still get used to this state of an ordinary person, because most of the time, he was just such an ordinary person.

Those powers, even if they are cultivated by themselves, aren't they external forces?

Maybe the air here is exceptionally clear, his mind is a lot purer, and many things that can be lazy with strong spiritual power have been done meticulously by him, just like this thangka in front of him, if it is outside the temple, in other places, he can use his spiritual power to outline, just as perfect, and even have some special blessings like "enlightenment", but he would rather use the most primitive and ancient method, over and over again, watching those colors fall and fall, and finally constitute a whole Buddha country.

Sprinkle gold dust to depict,

Not for expensive,

Only for the glory of the Buddha.

Is there really a Buddha in this world? He has been a high monk, he has transcended ghosts, he has seen monsters, he has also seen those who are real Buddha cultivators, he has learned about their cultivation methods, and how many times have he felt some different places with the power of the mysterious, but is there really a Buddha?

Perhaps it is precisely because of this "unseen" that his thangka has always been a little bit behind, and more than ten years have passed, and it still cannot be completed.

"Sanji Damba, come here. "The lama of the temple called him, and the other party was responsible for managing some chores in the temple, daily chores.

Hearing this, he put down his pen, Sanji Danba's brows frowned slightly, he got up, and looked over, and the noble man standing next to the lama knew at a glance that it was not one ordinary herdsman who was full of cow smell.

The noble man put his hands on his hands, and looked a little arrogant, and when Sanji Danba approached, he glanced at it and said, "Your Buddha is not very good!"

The lama bowed and smiled, he could not have had to grovel like this, but there was always something that would tempt people's hearts, and once they did, their waists would never be straightened again.

Sanji Danba's expression was calm, he didn't ask any questions, and he didn't even make any polite gestures except for nodding, because this person didn't need his courtesy, and after watching the plot, of course he knew what kind of identity the person in front of him who seemed to be a nobleman, a lackey around a real nobleman.

And his arrival was the prelude to the movement to destroy Buddhism.

How could the greedy dog, seeing the riches of the temple, and the precious jewels placed in front of the Buddha like rubble, be hidden in such a dimly lit room?

His little eyes only saw the wealth that those jewels meant, but he didn't have the slightest reverence for the Buddha, which was also natural, he was not from here, but because he was defeated and became a prisoner, he was castrated and sent to the nobles.

Sanji Damba didn't react to his words, his eyes didn't even give him more, and he bowed to the lama, who was older than him and should be respected.

"Sanji Damba, this is the noble man in front of Gozhir Khan, this time the king of Khan heard your name and summoned you to see you. The lama spoke succinctly, slowing down slightly, and finished the passage as he looked at his expression.

Sanji Danba knows too much, which makes it difficult for all the monks who are older than him to put up a fight in front of him, because I don't know if it is stupid to show off, Xiantong Temple had no reputation before, and everyone's customs have not changed much, eating meat, getting married, it seems to be the same.

But when Sanji Danba grows up, everything will be different, this person, as if he was born with a Buddha, every move is like the reincarnation of those legendary Buddhas, the rules are strict, he never eats meat, he is like a sheep mixed in the wolf pack, out of place to the point of being a bit of an eyesore.

At this point, Sanji Danba was wrong, many people did not like him not because of wealth, but simply because of the fact that his existence as a person brought them too much pressure.

There is a model around him that is compared all the time, no one can stand this tiredness, in comparison, since the king of Khan wants to see him, it is naturally the best to send him over.

Sanji Danba raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, and when the other party was inexplicably a little weak and wanted to say something, he bowed his head and agreed to this matter, which was not at all in the original plot.

He knew who that Gozhil Khan was, under the sky, the most brutal Khan king, the most ignorant Khan in the history of Buddhism, Gozhil Khan, he was the most noble Khan king on the snowy plateau, his territory spread over the entire southwest region, connected to the ocean, but his atrocities were enough to make this sky no longer see a little light. 166 Reading Network