Fei Wu has always been at the top, the only one in the world, with a very powerful aura, even if he is a monk, he becomes a Chunsen, or he is not Wu, after all, he is a high-ranking person, and he cannot be buried after all. Xia Qing watched Fei Wu walk step by step towards the place of the three-way meeting, and suddenly felt pain, the pain of losing something beloved, heartbreaking, this felt very strange, but Xia Qing felt familiar.

Fei Wu stepped forward, without saying a word, and sat down cross-legged, but he sat very casually, and just sat like that, all the topics stopped, and all eyes were focused on him.

"Masters, why don't you say it? The last student is here to listen. ”

"You are a living Buddha, how can you fall into your identity!"

The pronunciation of this sentence was a little stiff, it was what the old right said, and the master was silent, staring at him with an inquiring face, but Huizheng seemed to understand something, and seemed to be even more confused!

After a while, he started with Amitabha Buddha and said, "Non-enlightened disciple, you are a monk of my Pure Land Sect, we have discussed many Buddhist principles together, we all have the same opinion, and we also have the same goal of promoting the Dharma, how can we ......?"

Becoming a living Buddha, do you know what that living Buddha is? Huizheng can't finish the words below, if it's true, it's very hurtful, if it's not that he feels that there is a great light!

"Senior Brother Huizheng, I finally failed you......" Fei Wu said, sighing softly.

After staying in the temple for three or four days, the two have formed a deep friendship, and the two have the same views on Buddhism, and the two have the same purpose on the way to promote the Dharma. Even when talking about being in a layman, the two of them like the same poems. The age gap does not exist at all, does the two have a feeling of bosom friends, but at this time, they are facing a real parting of ways. With the teachings of Master Huizheng, the two of them will be passers-by when they see each other in the future.

"After all, the Buddha's fate is shallow, and the non-enlightened senior brother takes care." At this point, Huizheng could only shut up, sit silently, and no longer make a sound. It depends on what you can do when you stir up the world.

Xia Qing firmly believed that she saw the flickering in Huizheng's eyes, and she seemed to have tears in her eyes. I can't help but feel that my eye sockets are also a little wet. Sure enough, people have feelings, and if they get along for a long time, even if it's just a relationship of interest, they will care about each other.

"Fate is the most wonderful cause and effect, who knows what causes have brought about today's fruit!" The master also recited a Buddha name.

Hui Zheng lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, the purple-clothed Zen master who everyone admired had no weight in his eyes, Xia Qing was really anxious about him, this Buddhist world didn't plan to mix?

"Living Buddha, go back with your disciples!"

"Since I am your living Buddha, why did I return with you? You've preached to me all the way, but I can't believe it. ”

"Presumably, the Living Buddha, you also know our method of finding the reincarnated spirit child......

"At my age, I don't know where the spirit is, if your living Buddha wants to be reincarnated, he should have appeared in the world, more than 20 years, you tell me, I am a living Buddha?"

"You are a living Buddha, no matter what the emperor says, what the Tibetan Han says, but we believe in Diba, believe in our Tibetan king, he is for our Yellow Sect, for the living Buddha, this heart can show the sun and ......the moon."

“……”

"If you don't believe in the living Buddha, there is a poem, I wonder if you can write it again? As long as you write it again, all the obstacles will disappear! ”

"Why?" Non-succumbing eyes.

"Before the living Buddha suddenly passed away, he wrote this poem by himself, and now we don't say anything, the master wrote this poem by himself, and everything will be clear!"

Writing poetry? Just a few words!

Fei Wu stretched out his hand and stretched it out behind him, and the second senior brother lifted a table up, and the senior brother laid out the paper...... Handing over the pen, the second senior brother began to sharpen the ink, and the senior brother went to the old right: "Say poetry!" ”

Lao You stood up and recited respectfully:

White bird, lend me the wings that fly.

I flew far away, only to reach the edge of the sky and return.

Xia Qing in the space suddenly stood up when she heard this poem, this poem was too familiar, but it was a little awkward.

"A knife, let's go out, it's not my style to watch this excitement, this is going to be a big thing!"

Xia Qing took her own escort team and quickly walked out through the back door of the space. Soon arrived at the temple gate, at this time, Fei Wu just put down the pen: "What kind of poem, I can't make sense!" I changed it for you! ”

casually motioned to the second senior brother to pick up the poem he had written. "If you want to write the right handwriting, then you can take the original manuscript out, right?"

Xia Qing smiled and nodded at a few acquaintances, and with the help of being small-skinned and thick-skinned, she stood directly in front of the master who was a notary, and the master took a sheepskin envelope handed over by the old right lama. It can be seen that it is very old, and it is sealed with wax, and it is not one, and there are as many as three peculiar patterns.

"Master Huizheng, since it is the right time for him, it is better to be a witness, so as not to say that the living Buddha of Lamaism has been deceived in the future."

"There is a master here, who is deceiving whom! Amitabha! Hui Zheng is also an outspoken, saying it in his mouth, but he also looked at the envelope handed by the master who came recently, and sure enough, the sealing wax is old, it has been many years!

Opening the envelope, the master took out a piece of paper with a very special color, which was Tibetan paper from the Jindong region. It is made of bark fibers and Ruixiang wolf venom, which is the root fiber of "Rijia" in Tibetan, by lime and soil alkali treatment. Tibetan paper has the characteristics of not being afraid of insect and rat bites, no rot, no discoloration, tough texture, not easy to tear, folding resistance, and wear-resistant. Therefore, it is widely used in the copying and printing of scriptures, and the official writing of the government will also be used, this kind of paper is difficult to make, and the material is rare, so it is not ordinary people who can use it. In the previous life, when Xia Qing went to Tibet, he had a more in-depth study of this kind of paper, and even spent a lot of money to buy some and bring it back to the magic capital, which was naturally recognized at a glance at this time. Xia Qing was shocked, but what scared her was not this kind of paper, but the poems written in Chinese characters on it!

White wild cranes, please lend me the ability to fly.

Don't fly far away, only go back to Litang.

Look at what Fei Wu wrote down, it's exactly the same! The old right read, obviously changed, but Fei Wu wrote the poem that he thought was right, and the poem left by this living Buddha is exactly the same, and the handwriting is exactly the same!

Xia Qing looked at him, speechless, looking at the master who seemed to have a bamboo in his chest, and felt even more dizzy, what is this stirring up?

Lao You took out a bowl from his sleeve, "This is used by the Living Buddha in Litang." ”

And Xia Qing seemed to know that this was one of the bowls that came out of the palace!

This person is actually that person, it's not scientific, it's really not scientific at all! That's not what the book says, besides...... The timing is wrong!

"Living Buddha, take your disciples back, okay?" Lao Right persuaded. The golden pestle in his hand whistled in the wind. The sound is small, but it can penetrate the soul and time and space.