What kind of world is hidden behind the Buddha's mountain gate?

This is what Han Xianxin thought. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In front of the door is the Bodhi tree, in front of the door is the other side of the flower, in front of the door is still extremely simple, then it is conceivable that the temple of this Fanhua Temple will be simple.

But from Han Xian's shallow view, it should be more of a low-key simplicity.

This simplicity is understood in the mind at this moment, there is a kind of low-key luxury, after all, no temple can be like here, with a whole Bodhi forest planted in front of the door, and no high temple will be planted with a whole field of flowers like here.

Bodhi on the other side is tranquility.

On the other side of this shore is the tranquility of Bodhi.

The more he thought about it, the more Han Xian wanted to laugh, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the generous back of the monk, and he sighed in his heart, and said, "These gods will still enjoy it, and you can surprise people for a long time if you take out something casually." ”

The road is short, and in the imagination, Fanhua Mountain Gate is in front of you.

The top of the slope, this small slope, in Han Xian's view, is even more like a leaf of Buddhism, and the world behind it, the magic behind it is completely covered by this short slope.

It's time to debunk this little trick.

The feet fell, and the people reached the top of the slope.

"Uh~"

The heart is asking, 'What do I see?'

"Hehe~~~. ”

It's a smile, Han Xian, it's a stupid smile after the corners of his eyes jump wildly, this unbelievable eye, when he is talking about using such a look of disbelief to explain such an unbelievable eye.

God knows what I saw?

Who knows what these eyes are going through?

What the eyes experienced was that there was a low depression in the eyes, and sure enough, this mountain gate was very high, so high that it covered the lowness.

In this depression, it is not a solemn Buddhist temple, and it is not a majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, which is not at all related to solemnity and majesty, that is, a few grass houses in three or three.

Quietly located there, it is like a cottage of a poor family in the countryside.

Is it abrupt?

It shouldn't be, it's natural from the inside out, and it's normal from the inside out.

If you want to forcibly find something unexpected, there are also thatched houses, such a few thatched houses, it really needs a broken mountain gate to set off, and it can be regarded as a luxury version of the thatched houses.

And the 'luxury' of the thatched hut is far more than that, in the low-lying area, this thatched hut still has a certain height, which can be seen from the short three steps.

These three-level bluestone platforms stand in front of the Buddha hall, and the Buddha's face has everything.

After all, it was a Buddhist monastery.

After all, this is the place where the great Buddha stayed, how can it not be a little unique.

After all, even if you become a Buddha, you have to pay attention to face.

"Hehe~~. ”

Crazy thinking, crazy stupidity, Korean style is laughing and laughing in the stupid, but at this moment, Han Xian thought that he should be lucky today.

At the very least, it is determined that one of the grass huts between these three and three must be temporarily his own tonight.

Compared with the wind and rain, having a room to rest in peace can be regarded as happiness.

If you are lucky today, this famous 'Fanhua Temple' still serves a dinner or something, then you will be even happier.

As the saying goes, eat enough, drink enough, sleep well on the road.

In Han Xian's conjecture, the door-to-door is OK, all of this is natural and should be satisfied, but if the Buddhism is stingy, he is not helpless, outside the mountain gate, the huge Bodhi forest, how can there be a roe deer or something, and it is true that a penniless person like himself is the real right.

As for the killing of living beings in Buddhism, killing for the sake of a full stomach is also a last resort.

Of course, all this has to be on the basis of the fact that the 'Fanhua Temple' does not provide food.

"Donor, donor. ”

People are stupid, a Zen monk looked at Han Xian with a dumb smile on his face, and for a while the monk who was a monk was confused, and couldn't help but remind in a whisper.

"Ah~~. ”

Embarrassed, Han Xian looked at the monk Zheng Mingwa's big head, and immediately stopped killing in his heart, after all, Buddhism still don't think about this, if the thunder falls on the blue day, he will be punished by God.

"Donor, please please inside. ”

A Zen monk smiled slightly, and he didn't ask if he was coming over, but led the way.

Han Xian hurriedly followed, but the questions in his heart were really non-stop, so he chased after him and asked, "Monk, are you a monk in this Fanhua Temple?"

This greeting is so strange, maybe Han Xian was afraid that someone would sleep with him.

"Hehe, please come with me. ”

The monk has a smile on his face and does not answer, what is a Taoist monk, there is a high and profound way, that is, the city is too deep, and he will not tell you anything.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Han Xian could only shake his head openly, sigh secretly in his heart, and follow closely behind a Zen monk.

How far is the low-lying land, and how far can the low slope be carried?

After thinking about it in three steps, a few grass houses were quietly presented in front of Han Xian's eyes, but they hid behind the three steps because they were afraid of the majestic face of the Buddhist family.

This small step is the face of Buddhism, and it is not fake.

There was actually a stone tablet left at the foot of the steps, and two words flew on it, Han Xian knew that it was two words, but this knowledge ended here.

Seeing this, Han Xian's heart could be said to be itching with hatred at the root of his teeth, if it weren't for the Ya Gongzi, he might have learned to be rich and rich.

But now?

"Hey~, I still don't mention it. ”

Han Xian shook his head again in his heart, since he didn't know the big characters, naturally there was no need to pay attention to it, so it was better to squeeze over earlier to avoid embarrassment.

"Donor. ”

People wanted to escape, but some people really wanted to make a branch, and the monk stopped Han Xian, and stopped and stood in front of the three steps.

Han Xian's face was slightly stunned, and he asked, "Divine monk, why don't you leave." ”

The monk with a smile on his face, with a bit of piety on his face, raised his hand and pointed to the stone tablet and said: "This is the three-level meditation platform left by the Buddha, I don't know if the donor dares to step on it?"

"Hehe~~. ”

Suddenly, Han Xian smiled, and finally this 'Fanhua Temple' has a place where he feels magical after experiencing Bodhi and the other side.

As expected, these three luxurious bluestone steps are where the face of Buddhism is, and I ask myself if I dare?

What is there to dare to face?

"Hmph, see the heart, see the heart~~. ”

Shen Li, Han Xian's heart was full of amusement, and he said to himself: "What else is good to see in my heart, it is all clear, I don't ask for Buddha or anything else, but I want to be full tonight, I can sleep well, and I can go on the road safely and steadily tomorrow." ”

Han Xian thought endlessly, but the monk couldn't help but urge.

"Has the donor thought about it?"

A Zen monk's piety was a little solemn, undoubtedly from Han Xian's hippie smile, he felt a trace of undeserved contempt.

"Huh. ”

People who are anxious to eat and sleep have nothing to think about and dare not have, Han Xian didn't answer the hatred in his mouth, and he pulled his legs and feet and wanted to step on the steps.

"Wait, donor. ”

Suddenly, just as Han Xian's leg was about to fall on the steps, Yizen hurriedly stopped it, and even more blatantly.

It was so fast that Han Xian didn't know how his palm appeared, so he blocked it in front of his chest, if it was just the palm of his hand, it was just fast, and it was not enough to call it magical.

Just under Han Xian's feet and in front of him, a transparent light curtain directly appeared.

At this moment, Han Xian's head is sharpened, and I am afraid it will be difficult to squeeze in.

"Master Han Shi, you have thought clearly. ”

The monk's mouth was still asking, this is pious, solemn, and dignified asking, asking Han Xian if he dare?

"Do you dare?"

How can you not dare?

Even in front of the Buddha, how can you not see the whole picture at a glance, not to mention the manly man, how can the raised legs not settle down and take it back.

The hands are folded on the chest.

The piety of the face is the piety of seeing the gods and monks.

The solemnity of the face is the solemnity of seeing the monks.

The face of unrepentance is the majesty of the monk.

"Monk, please let me give it a try. Han Xian whispered.

Why do you think so, is it just because of the face of a manly man, is it just because you want to have a place to live at night?

It has to be said that they are all important.

But there should be more important things in Han Xian's heart, seeing the heart, seeing the heart, it's been too long, there are too many thoughts in the heart, even Han Xian himself doesn't know what this heart wants to see the most?

Kill?

Hehe, I am laughing in my heart, every time this 'word' appears, it is unreasonable, and it is squeezed into my heart, and I don't want to do it myself, but in this life, after leaving that pure land, this word is indeed the brightest and most colorful one.

Blood stained red, how can it not be colorful and bright.

Feeling?

Is this one?

I thought about it solemnly in my heart, but I didn't dare to think about it, I didn't dare to think about myself and Rong Ruo, which meant firm sincerity, but it was always a mixture of feelings, and the love that intersected with hatred was too fragile for me.

It has always been that way.

As for 'Qingyi,' it was even more unthinkable, it was hazy in the meantime, and it was even more blurry and invisible, as if he would never be connected to her, but he would remember her inexplicably every time.

Is the grace of literacy greater than heaven?

Who knows.

Hehe, in the end, he is still a man, and he dares to think about 'women', but this 'dare to think' is indeed a disguise that he doesn't dare to think about what he wants to do.

This is a hypocritical man.

Family?

This word, when it is a conscience, this is the real dare not think, because there are too many dare not think, all the memories that should be engraved in the mind are indeed very vague.

I can't think clearly.

I can't figure out what the flowers of Yunshan are like at this moment.

I can't think of whether the sunset in Yunshan at this moment is as colorful and glorious as when I left.

This place was too careful and cared for in the corner of my heart, so that I didn't know where to dig her out at this time.

That's not where I really want to see.

It's not that I don't want to, but I really don't dare.

"Donor, please. ”

The monk's hand fell, the light curtain dissipated, and he made a gesture.

There is nothing else in front of him, only the quiet air of the three steps in front of him, and he can see through it at a glance, this small three steps, as usual, take a big step, and after a second, it is behind him.

And for now, let's take it one step at a time.

The feet are raised, like a manly husband, but when they fall, they are indeed like the small steps of a beautiful daughter.

Raised high and low, Han Xian's body landed on the first step.

"You're back. ”