"Magabhara Prajnaparamita Sutra"! Don't mention Shhimo flipping it casually, the pages are like lotus swaying, simple and fragrant, even if you don't look at the contents, the Zen emanating from that breath can also benefit people.

Reading books, the kind of atmosphere and artistic conception produced in the book is more likely to benefit people's body and mind than the truth in the book.

Not to mention that Shma's just flipped through the changes and did not go deep into the content of the sutra, this kind of Zen made him want to retreat: "Senior brother, it is indeed the sutra, I just opened it, and I have a feeling that this book is bigger than this Indian Ocean!"

Senior brother, worthy of being the chief disciple of the master, has really obtained the true transmission of the master, and the master also said so, the "Magabhara Prajnaparamita Sutra", which is bigger than this Indian Ocean!"

"Senior brother, just turn the page like this, page by page, the breath that emanates is the essence of Zen Sect, one by one, it is all a great light thought, no other verification, as long as I am a person in the sect, as long as I come into contact, I can be sure that this is a full true scripture. ”

"It's good that Senior Brother can be convinced, and in this case, I can be regarded as fulfilling Master's entrustment...... Oh, why don't you turn it back, senior brother?,"

Don't mention Shmo: "This page exudes a different atmosphere, just like the tall Eurasian continent on the edge of the Indian Ocean, no matter how big the ocean is, it can't hide the will to rise!"

"Oh, yes, senior brother, let's take a look at this page, there are different handwriting on it!"

No, it's not the same as the Magabhara Prajnaparamita Sutra.

When the scroll reached this page, Shmo's large, calm hand stopped.

The moonlight was bright enough tonight, and the special eyes of the two brothers, who had been refined for more than 20 years, gathered on this page.

On the blank edge of this page, there are several lines of handwritten Datianzhu characters, the font is elegant and handsome, unrestrained, like a gentle wrinkled wave in the breeze, which is very different from the simple and formal text of the text.

But from the breath, the text is boundless, the hand is the book solemn and contemplative, and the font and breath of the two are like exchanging carriers.

Neither Shmos nor Budrouso were ordinary people, and at a glance, they were discovered.

- There's a real meaning here!

Handwritten, it is a few lines of long and short sentences: "...... If a short tongue can be like a wave, even on the beach, I can lick it full, if the mountains of bones, the sea surface that can drill out of muscles into an island, I can also dry my clothes on it, or I can use a big ticket to suppress the tongue of the tide, don't make noise!"

Don't mention that Shhimo hadn't finished looking, his pupils suddenly contracted, his eyeballs bulged out widely, and he stared at those lines of words, motionless!

Don't mention Shhimo is stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Senior brother, senior brother, what are you? Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up......" Budrozo saw that his senior brother was also in a hurry, and immediately turned on the big thunder sound Tianlong Zen chanting, one by one, each sound thirteen syllables, the sound waves were like turbulent waves, and they kept singing in the ears of Betishmo.

Wake up, wake up in a single tune - in the Zen sound of the tide of the awakening word in Buderosso, the unique murmuring tone of Betishmo sounds.

After thirteen chapters of the thunderous mantra of Buderoso, at last, Betishmo's gnat-like murmur sounded: "...... What kind of realm is this? The tongue is wandering, the muscles are the ocean, the bones are the mountains under the sea, the breeze and the moon, the sunshine and the rain and electricity are just a vote of my clothes! The inner personality and backbone can be substantially transformed into an island, and a corner of the sleeve can suppress the roar of the tide -- practice, practice, cultivate to this realm, cultivate to the body of this world that coexists with heaven and earth, almost indelible, and still worry about cultivating the next life......

Don't mention that Shmo spoke very slowly, and Budroso sang thirteen words, and he spat out one word.

He spoke very softly, so close that Budraso was so close to him that he couldn't hear what he was muttering to himself.

As he spoke, he gradually woke up from his state of being in a daze, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

His eyes were blazing, still looking at the lines of handwriting on the page.

Budrouso knew that his senior brother had come back to his senses, so he stopped chanting the Great Thunder Sound Heavenly Dragon.

The stop was stopped, but he could see that the state of the senior brother was still not right, his senior brother's eyes were bright, and he stared without blinking, as if he wanted to see through the pages.

Buderosso's eyes were so sharp, he saw that the pages of the book had been stared at by his senior brother, and a faint wisp of light smoke floated up!

He's going to burn the scriptures!

Budraso hurriedly stretched his sleeves and 'tasseled curtain', separating Betishmo's line of sight.

At the same time, he roared out the 'Big Oh Hello' sound wave gong in his mouth, this time he used the great ability of Prajna that had been cultivated for many years, and he was shocked that the tide of the sea retreated thirteen meters more, and his voice was stronger than the previous dozens of Great Thunder Sound Tianlong Zen Songs combined: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you!"

Don't mention Shmo's pupils squirmed, and after thirteen times, his eyes returned to normal.

"Senior brother, have you seen these words? Don't you see anything?"

"I see, isn't it just a few lines of prose poetry? It's a little unreasonable, but there's nothing wrong with it, right?"