Since it is seen, it is fate, Chu Zhaohui is infinitely happy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she has not heard Master Shijia's lectures for ten years, how can she miss such an opportunity today, and immediately pleaded.

Master Shijia looked at the people who were following her, and his eyes skimmed over Murong Wei, Wen Wan and the others one by one, full of compassion. But it was just the friendship of the old people, knowing that Chu Zhaohui had a soft spot for the Pure Land, Master Shijia invited everyone to re-enter the main hall and spoke a passage of "Amitayus Sutra" in front of the Buddha's golden body.

Since Wen Wan entered the temple, she was a little confused. Master Shijia looked at her at a clear spring, and it seemed to be a bright lamp, shining on her long-dusted heart, and she could vaguely see the light, and it seemed to be covered by a layer of tulle, which could not be pierced no matter how much she was exploited.

Listening to the master's lecture at this moment, Wen Wan felt that the words were like a slap in the face, and her heart was at a loss, and she always felt that she had lost something and grabbed something. hesitated for a while, but I had the idea of where I came from, and felt that the world was so big, that I seemed to have nowhere to come and nowhere to go.

In the midst of the chaos, the scriptures in the master's hand were not lightly knocked on Wen Wan's head, seeing that her eyes were still blank, the master smiled slightly: "There is a lion's roar in the Buddhist gate, and today is the first stick to drink, isn't the donor awake?"

Seeing everyone looking at her with concern, Wen Wan blushed for a while, but the layer of window paper on her heart seemed to suddenly break, revealing a brilliant light.

The old things poured out, like a waterfall falling from the nine skies, and like a howling cold wind setting off the vast wilderness, Wen Wan was at a loss for a while. Master Shijia's rich voice of preaching is still echoing in his ears, and in the lingering Sanskrit Buddhist music, he kneels gently and quietly, and his heart gradually emptiness.

Listening to the chanting sound lingering in my ears, it seems that the tide rises and falls, the waves crash on the shore, and I wake up with a hangover.

In front of the statue of the compassionate Buddha of the third generation, Wen Wan completely remembered the past and present lives. She raised her clear eyes and looked at Master Sega, and there was compassion and compassion in the master's eyes, all of which were clear about the world.

Wen Wan closed her palms to Master Shiga and bowed deeply. Looking at these old people in front of him, he had best friends and old enemies, and then thought about what happened to them in the future, and suddenly it was like a world away.

After donating sesame oil money and Buddha flags, Chu Zhaohui was originally preparing to worship the Bodhisattva and go down the mountain, now he met the old man, and listened to the lecture for half a day, and saw that the sun was close to noon, Master Shijia left everyone to eat in the temple.

It turned out that there was a small vegetable field behind the temple, and the master and his disciples were self-sufficient, a few plates of green vegetable tofu, and a pot of white rice mixed with brown rice, which was all the rice.

Chu Zhaohui has always had the habit of taking a nap, so he went into the meditation room to rest in the afternoon, and asked Su Duhan to release the koi and birds he had prepared, saying that he and everyone would go around the temple at will, and they would gather together and go down the mountain when they were in Shen.

When she first woke up from her dream, she had a lot of thoughts in her heart. She only said that she prayed for her parents, resigned from everyone, and returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall. Kneeling at the feet of Shakyamuni Buddha, he muttered gently, whispered many words, and also called out the name of the person in his dream in a low voice, asking the Buddha to bless this life and share his blessings and misfortunes.

At this time, Fang Wu, on the ninth day of the first lunar month of the New Year, Murong Wei came to Fengluan Hall to greet Queen Chu, why was she so intimate when she saw her, it seemed to be a joy after a long absence.

prompted Mrs. Anguo to accept herself as a righteous daughter, in order to avoid the recurrence of the tragedy of her previous life. Regardless of his own estrangement, he always called his sister Wan affectionately, and completely remembered the friendship of the previous life.

It's ridiculous that she only woke up today, and she lived up to the friendship between the two in their previous lives, and she still refuses to call her Awei to this day.

Wen Wan knelt in front of the Buddha and was silent for a while. Recalling the old times when the white horse passed through the gap and the vicissitudes of the sea, I missed the figure of Chuzhong again and again, and sighed that I should not miss him in this life.

Murong Wei didn't know that Wen Wan was waking up at this moment, she refused to rest with Chu Zhaohui, she was intoxicated by the spring scenery in the mountains, and her heart flew outside the mountain gate early.

At this moment, spring is in full swing, the grass is green, and the scenery is very pleasant. Zi Mo and Xian Yun followed from afar, Xia Lanxin walked with Murong Wei, and Su Duhan and Xia Yuzhi walked at the end.

Everyone followed Murong Wei's footsteps, but seeing that the flowers and plants in the temple were lush and the environment was leisurely, they turned out of the back door of the mountain temple, walked out of the back door of the temple, and walked all the way to the pagoda.

Going up a gravel path, only a distance of one or twenty meters, only the nine-storey stupa is in sight.

There was a little novice who stood guard here, and when he saw someone coming, he came to salute and call the donor diligently.

Knowing that Murong Wei wanted the lantern, the little novice took a pen and paper, wanted to ask her to leave her name, and asked carefully, "Who did the distinguished guest order it for?"

Murong Wei originally made a temporary decision to light a lamp for herself and ask the Buddha to bless her with good health.

What she means is that it is better to pray to God than to ask for yourself, and only by living well can you honor your parents, care for your relatives, and do what you wanted to do in your previous life. How can this mind be guarded by others, so the little novice came to ask, she only said: "You don't have to leave your name, just put it in the tower ** Feng."

Na Shami was a little surprised, but he did not say a word, seeing that the tassel gave a lot of sesame oil, so he chose a sea bowl of the size of an everlasting lamp, filled it with lamp oil, and carefully lit it on the lower layer of the Buddha shrine.

A few people came down along the pagoda and asked the little novice, knowing that the release pond was not far from here, and it was attached to a pear grove, just in front of the bluestone road.

The little novice spoke clearly, pointed to one place from afar, and said, "Now that the mountains are full of flowers, and a few distinguished guests have finished making merits, you might as well go to the forest to have a look." ”

He said to everyone that it was a pity: "If you come a few months late, you will have good pears to eat." After autumn, the hawthorn and the pestle are red, and the mountain is more beautiful. It's a pity that after the fruit is ripe, it doesn't have time to collect it, and many of them rot in the ground, which is really wasted. ”

Xia Yuzhi said: "How can you let a good fruit go to waste?"

The little novice sighed decently: "When the distinguished guests came, they also saw that the mountains and mountains are eaten here, and the transportation is not convenient. In addition to the nearby villagers, there are a few outsiders who know such a good place. ”

When I came to pass by the squatter, I saw that there were some dried hawthorn fruits and persimmons hanging there, thinking that the fruit could not be sold, and the temple was self-sufficient, and the meaning of autumn harvest and winter hiding.

Seeing that Murong Wei was thoughtful and seemed to be very interested, Su Duhan opened his mouth and said with a smile: "What's the big deal, if you have the opportunity, widen the mountain road below, and renovate the treasure temple, this is a first-class feng shui treasure land, when the villagers gather, what is your small orchard?"

The little novice smiled when he heard this, and said one after another: "Thank you for your auspicious words, the little monk will be waiting for that day." ”

Speaking happily, he showed the way for everyone more diligently, and led straight to the release pond, and then the little novice said goodbye to everyone, and returned to the pagoda with unfinished intentions.

The release pond mentioned by Fang Cai is actually a lotus pond, which is also built by the temple itself, surrounded by a simple stone fence, and the water of the pond is crystal clear, which is a living water that leads to a mountain stream. (To be continued.) )