Fei Lin's disregard for the past touched Lin Fei'er a little, the so-called human heart is flesh and blood, you have embarrassed others again and again, but people don't care about you, even if you have a bad character, you can't always be so hostile to people, when Fei Lin handed a breakfast to Lin Fei'er, she took it, although she didn't say anything, it had touched the softness in her heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fei Lin could see that the disdain and coldness on Lin Fei'er's face were gradually melting at this time, and she was secretly amused in her heart, it turns out that you are not stubborn.

The ropeway circulated upward, and when the small houses turned to the entrance, Zhao Bin and his mother helped his father quickly enter the small room on the move, Fei Lin followed, and Zhao Liang and Lin Fei'er went to another room.

The ropeway slowly ascends, getting higher and higher, and when you look down, you can see the steep slopes of the cliffs. The second aunt was a little dizzy and didn't dare to look down, dozens of stories above the ground hanging in the air, if she fell, she would be crushed! Fei Lin had no heart or lungs to come up with such a sentence, and the second aunt was so angry that she counted her: "Why doesn't this girl say something good, it's weird and scary to hear." ”

"Mom, it's safe, don't listen to Li Feilin scaring people. ”

The feeling of looking down from the air is like stepping up the stairs layer by layer, and what you see is a different scenery at the bottom of your eyes. On the cliff below, "the first peak in the world" is particularly conspicuous in red characters, I don't know whether it was written by the ancients or modern people, it will always make people marvel at the wisdom of human beings, and there are always so many masterpieces that make people feel incredible. One word is several floors high, and modern equipment is still laborious in this deep mountain, and I don't know what kind of method the ancients used to do it.

The ghostly axes of nature are carved with peaks and mountains, ups and downs, and majestic and vigorous. The cable car slowly ascends, one step at a time. After more than 40 minutes, the cable car finally reached the top of the mountain, during which people have risen more than 1,000 meters from the ground.

Get off the cable car, walk slowly, a temple attracts a group of pilgrims to worship sincerely, the second aunt took a few juniors to ask for incense, made a wish, if the Buddha can let his man survive this catastrophe, the woman is willing to come to reshape the golden body of the Buddha, and the Buddha is devout all his life.

Zhao Bin is a warrior, he is a materialist, and he obviously ignores this kind of idealistic remarks, but his mother asks him to worship, and he worships, as long as he can give his parents some comfort, he is willing to do anything without violating his principles.

Fei Lin has not fully adapted to the life here since a thousand years ago, and she doesn't have a big feeling about the religion here, and she has the same idea as Zhao Bin, if her obedience can make her second aunt and uncle feel at ease, or even if she knows that it is hopeless, even if it is a good wish, I hope God can give my uncle more time, so that he can spend more time with his second aunt.

Holding the long incense in the hand, kneeling in the Buddha hall, after three bows and nine knocks, the incense is inserted into the incense burner, looking up at the golden body of the Buddha, several times taller than ordinary people, smiling, the demeanor is peaceful, so that people can see the heart and calm down, the incense is curling, the Sanskrit sound is lingering, and temporarily forget all the troubles in the red dust.

Fei Lin took out her mobile phone and wanted to take some photos in the main hall, but the second aunt hurriedly stopped: "Don't disturb the Buddha's tranquility casually, it's not good to take random photos." ”

Filine was really speechless, to be honest, she was too young to understand this.

Fei Lin put away her mobile phone and admired the solemnity of Buddhism in the main hall, but when she saw that the top of Qiong was towering, a pillar like an optimus was actually made of a whole piece of wood, which made people marvel at its preciousness. The carved beams and paintings are extremely solemn.

On one side of the main hall, a monk in his late teens, half-closed eyes, oblivious to the passing pilgrims, twisting the beads to himself, his mouth moving slightly, Fei Lin thought that he must be chanting.

Fei Lin turned around, came to the monk, folded her hands, bowed deeply, and said, "Can I ask the master a few questions?"

The monk said unfazedly: "Donor, please speak." ”

"I want to know why you practice Buddhism. There was no confusion in Firin's eyes, she just wanted to know why someone was obsessed with Ricvo.

"To have a compassionate heart. "The monk has no anger or annoyance.

"What kind of height can Buddhism cultivate to a higher level, so many people cultivate Buddhism, why not many people have attained the Tao? Fei Lin was a little weak-hearted, not knowing if her question would make the monk feel unreasonable.

The Buddha beads twisted in the master's hand kept moving, and his face was still peaceful, and he said slowly: "Shakyamuni once went out and happened to meet a hungry eagle chasing a poor pigeon. The pigeon said to the eagle, "Leave me alone! You are now preying, and if you miss me, there is another one; The eagle said, "I don't know what you say, but I'm starving now, and I can't live without you." It's not easy for everyone to live in this world, and I won't chase after me until I am cornered. When Shakyamuni heard the compassion, he stretched out his hand and took the dove and hid it in his bosom. The eagle was so angry that he had no choice but to reason with Shakyamuni, "Shakyamuni, you have great mercy and saved the life of this pigeon, and you can't bear to let my eagle starve to death?" Shakyamuni said, "I can't bear to hurt this innocent pigeon, and I don't want you to starve to death in vain." There is a way that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. Shakyamuni then took out a balance and placed the pigeon on one side and the flesh cut from himself on the other. The dove looked small, but no matter how much Shakyamuni cut it or how much flesh it cut, it didn't seem to be able to hold its weight. When Shakyamuni cut off the last piece of meat, the scales were finally balanced! Heaven and earth changed color, and the true Buddha was born. There are a lot of cultivators who are cultivators, but how many of them can be like Shakyamuni, and would rather go to hell than purify sentient beings? I think that those who cultivate can be like Shakyamuni, that is Mahayana. “

"So many people have come to ask the Buddha for their blessing, will the Buddha know to protect good people? Some wicked people have done bad things and come to save the Buddha for blessing, and the Buddha wants to promise him, isn't that equivalent to helping him do evil?"

The master did not seem to be displeased: "What the Buddha gave to sentient beings is good thoughts, and although good thoughts and blessings have not come, disasters have been far away; The heart is malice, although the disaster has not come, the blessing has been far away, come to the Buddha has a good thought in his heart, the Buddha will not give up on him because he has been evil from the past, the so-called put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, if he can not stick to the good thoughts, what is the point of asking the Buddha?"

Although Fei Lin couldn't understand the master's answer for a while, she was grateful for the master's tireless teaching, and immediately shook it to the ground again: "Thank you master for solving the doubts." ”