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He bowed to Yan Jiu, he had a snow-white long beard, and under his long drooping eyebrows, there was a pair of blind eyes covered with white haze without half a point of brilliance.

The man in front of him turned out to be blind! Yan Jiu was secretly surprised in her heart, but what surprised Yan Jiu the most was that she couldn't see through the cultivation of the person in front of her.

But her intuition told her that this person was very strong, even much higher than Zhengyuan, the head of Kunlun, but this made people unable to see the depth of suffering, but said that he was waiting for himself.

Yan Jiu looked at the abbot again, she was sure that she didn't know the person in front of her, and even the Buddha cultivator, she only knew one Yuan.

Is it because of fate?

"The abbot knows I'm coming?" Yan Jiu asked.

Who knew that the bitterness shook his head, "I don't know, it's just that the poor monk has been waiting here for the arrival of the donor." ”

Kuzhi said, but he saluted Yan Jiu, "Please also ask the donor to come with me." ”

Kuzhi walked behind the Buddha statue, and Yan Jiu followed.

As soon as he entered the back, Yan Jiu was dazzled by the dazzling Buddha light, and it turned out that behind the Buddha statue was the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with the Infinite Mountain hidden.

I saw a scroll of the Heart Sutra, the Buddhist texts were neatly arranged, placed in the frame hole carved out of the mountain wall, and the golden Buddha light swayed layer by layer on it.

And countless golden Buddhist texts loom on the mountain wall, just being illuminated by the light of the Buddha in these scriptures, as if the body and mind have been washed.

Yan Jiu felt a little guilty in her heart, she had always thought that the Wuwei Mountain was really just like what she saw, just an ordinary temple hidden in the mountains, until she saw the scriptures in this scripture pavilion, she didn't know how deep the Wuliang Mountain was.

This is the true appearance of a Buddhist door, just like the person in front of him, who looks simple and unpretentious, but in fact has a profound background and is introverted.

"This is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which collects the scriptures written by the successive Buddhist cultivators of Wuliang Mountain. Of course, sometimes something else is placed as well. Kuzhi introduced this to Yan Jiu.

He didn't stop, silently walked past the scrolls beside him, until he reached the innermost, and then took out a prayer cylinder in a hole in a frame where an everlasting lamp was enshrined.

The whole body of the prayer cylinder is gilded, and the cylinder is in the shape of a cylinder, which is engraved with countless small Sanskrit characters, showing a certain arrangement to seal the prayer cylinder layer by layer.

Bitter fingers ran over the Sanskrit inscription on it, and he waited for many years to finally open it.

Yan Jiu looked at the warp cylinder in Kuzhi's hand and suddenly had a bad premonition, this look, how could it be like revealing the big secret to his rhythm.

Sure enough, I looked at the warp cylinder for a while, and then I sealed it with both hands and opened the sealed warp cylinder.

With a soft "click", the buckle cover of the warp cylinder in his hand flicked open slightly, and he stopped saying the Buddha horn bitterly, and then pulled out the contents of it.

It was a roll of golden silk, and through the golden silk silk, you could faintly see the traces of cinnabar on it.

Kuzhi handed over the silk silk, "Donor, this is the reason why the poor monks are here." ”

However, Yan Jiu didn't answer, "There is one thing that the abbot may not have figured out, I came here because I accidentally merged the bones of the Holy Buddha who forgot the dust into the Yuan Infant when I was married, so that I can't cross the catastrophe now, and this is why I came to Wuliang Mountain, not because of the silk silk in your hand." ”

The bitterness is still that compassionate, even if there is no sparkle in those eyes.

"Why doesn't the donor open it and take a look? Perhaps the solution to the problem is in it. ”

Yan Jiu still didn't move, and Kuzhi still maintained the posture of handing over the scriptures, and the two were in a stalemate like this until one retreated.

Kuzhi looked in the direction of Yan Jiu and smiled slightly, he withdrew the silk in his hand, "Donor, would you like to hear a story?" ”

"I don't want to." Yan Jiu returned like this, since she came to the Yunxian Realm, she had been listening to the story, but every time she listened to it, she had a bunch of troubles.

"The donor is really an interesting person, no wonder the bones of the Holy Buddha will choose the donor."

Yan Jiu was shocked in his heart, what is the meaning of "the bones of the Holy Buddha choose themselves"?

And Kuzhi looked at the room full of scriptures and said quietly, "The donor has heard the Buddha cut meat and feed the eagle." ”

"I heard," Yan Jiu replied, "the Buddha cut off his own flesh and fed the hungry eagles in order to save the pigeons that were being chased by the eagles. The eagle took a scale, saying that it wanted the same amount of meat as the pigeon, so the Buddha cut off his own meat and put it into it, but each time the meat in the scale was lighter than the pigeon, and in the end, the Buddha could only sit in the scale by himself, which made the scale flat. ”

Yan Jiu said and looked at Kuzhi, "What I said is right?" ”

"Then the donor knows that no one can change the cause and effect in this world, and if you want to change the cause and effect of a life, you have to give everything he has."

Yan Jiu heard it in his heart, what did he mean by this!

He didn't say any more, he handed the silk scroll again, "Can the donor take a look at it now?" ”

Yan Jiu suddenly had a feeling of being calculated, this bitterness looked at the blindness, but this heart was extremely bright.

Yan Jiu was helpless in his heart, every word of this bitterness was straight to his point, it was simply ......

Yan Jiu stretched out his hand to take the roll of silk, this silk was light in his hand, and with a slight shake, it was immediately unfolded.

Kuzhi quietly retreated and did not disturb Yan Jiu.

The silk silk is not big, but it is filled with cinnabar, and what surprised Yan Jiu the most was that what was recorded on this silk was a dream......

Sitting on the futon, he neither knocked the wooden fish nor chanted the Buddhist scriptures, but what he remembered was the scene when the man came down the mountain.

"Master, I will go, probably not come back, I consulted the Buddhist scriptures yesterday, but suddenly there was a dream, I will have a son in my life, it is the ninth Buddha son to be born, he will have a catastrophe, this catastrophe can only be solved by one person......"

As the man spoke, he handed over a scroll of prayer cylinders, "Please also ask Master Kuzhi to collect it for me, and when that person comes, give it to her for me......"

He turned the rosary in his hand, but sighed faintly, all kinds of causes in this world have all kinds of effects, and it is difficult to weigh right and wrong, so all living beings are suffering.

Yan Jiu came out of the Scripture Pavilion, but she was a little crazy in her heart, she was actually designed by a person, and she was a dead person!

Although this "design" has benefited her a lot, it still makes her feel a little depressed.

"Abbot of suffering, where is the fate now?"

Kuzhi turned the rosary in his hand, "There is no fate in this world, if the donor wants to find him, it is better to go elsewhere." ”

Yan Jiu pressed the breath in his heart, thinking that at this time, his fate had become an ordinary man as written on the silk silk.

Yan Jiu was indignant in her heart, even if she had become an ordinary man, but he turned out to be the ninth Buddha after all, so she didn't believe that Kuzhi would really not know the whereabouts of Yuan.

"Since the fate is not in your Infinite Mountain, then I will go somewhere else." Yan Jiu said, and wanted to leave.

Who knows, I heard the bitter and slow said: "I really don't know where the fate goes, but Houshan is inviting a group of craftsmen to build a Buddha statue there, there may be news you want there......"