After a while, a golden temple appeared in front of me, with brilliant glazed tiles, vermilion walls, and a majestic gatehouse. On the door, the three red gold characters of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" are eye-catching. In the Arctic Tower, many walls and steles still retain the poems of the immortal monks. The door of each Buddha hall is hung with a gold plaque in the middle, and the door is carved with exquisite fairy and flower patterns, which is magnificent.

“WOW！” Lin Xiao secretly admired in his heart, this Alaya consciousness is really amazing.

Walking into the pavilion, the rows of scriptures emitted a faint golden light, lying neatly on the shelves, if you don't look carefully, you think it is a treasure.

"Wipe all these scriptures and put them back in place, the position should not be messy, and the movements should be moderate." The old monk instructed, turned around and went out the door.

Lin Xiao looked at the rows of scriptures ten meters high, and sighed, "Alas! ”

"Isn't it just wiping the scrolls, it's not very difficult!" It's a job that requires patience and is not only boring, but also careful. Don't look at these scrolls as if they were shining, but in your hand they are as thin as a cicada's wings, and their weight is very light.

Lin Xiao picked up a scroll called: "Lotus Sutra" and gently wiped the dust on it, wiping it and wiping it couldn't help but get tired. The gold wire rag in his hand was wiped for a while, and suddenly he wiped it fiercely, and the scriptures on the scriptures disappeared line by line in an instant.

"Huh?" Lin Xiao's sleepy insect suddenly ran away without a trace, and he was at a loss.

"What can I do? What to do? ”

Lin Xiao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, holding an ordinary bamboo slip that no longer glowed in his hand, looking at the empty words on it blankly, and suddenly said secretly in his heart: "Oops, I can't imagine that this scripture is so magical, how can this be good?" ”

"Lotus Sutra, Lotus Sutra!"

"By the way, I once heard the Lotus Sutra in Sanskrit, and I can recite it!"

Lin Xiao climbed down the ladder and saw a sandalwood desk next to him, on which lay a golden quill and an inkstone. He spread out the bamboo slips, picked up the hair, dipped it in the golden juice on the inkstone, and slowly wrote it at night.

"Volume 1 is like what I smell. For a time, the Buddha lived in the city of the king's house, in the mountains of Jajari, and there were 12,000 people with the great monks. They are all arhats, all the leaks are gone, there are no more troubles, they have their own interests, they have all the knots, and their hearts are at ease......"

When I first started writing, the handwriting was improper, large or small, sparse or dense, very indecent, and the words on the bamboo slips were lying there lifeless. As the more he memorized it, the more he wrote, the more regular it became, until the whole article was completed, Lin Xiao found that the scripture he wrote was clear, the size was just right, neat and neat, and it was engraved like a knife. What's even more amazing is that the words on the bamboo slips suddenly came to life, slowly emitting a faint golden light, and finally it was radiant, reflecting the bright and bright of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Hahahaha! That's great! Huge joy filled Lin Xiao's heart, this volume of scripture was finally repaired, how could Lin Xiao not be happy. After that, Lin Xiao became more cautious and not sloppy at all. The strength is not good to be light or heavy, and every inch of wiping should not be slack.

So over and over again, I wiped it, read it, memorized it, and wrote it for three years, and it took three years to wipe all the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion anew. Looking at the dazzling brilliance of the scriptures in each row and column in the pavilion, Lin Xiao sighed extremely in his heart.

"It's not easy! I thought that wiping the scriptures was a very ordinary job, but I didn't expect that there were many mysteries! ”

Lin Xiao's heart also calmed down a lot, the restlessness and evil qi disappeared, and his eyes became clearer and clearer, his ears became more and more sensitive, his fingers became more and more flexible, and his true qi became more and more sufficient. And the understanding of the scriptures has also been improved.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust." Lin Xiao silently recited a sentence, folded his hands and bowed deeply to all the scriptures, as if he had an understanding.

The old monk didn't know when he appeared at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, nodded slightly at Lin Xiao, didn't speak, beckoned to him, and turned to leave.

Lin Xiao got up and followed out of the Scripture Pavilion, and when he turned around, the Scripture Pavilion was long gone, as if it had never appeared.

"Donor, after three years of wiping the scriptures, the old monk is grateful to you on behalf of all the pilgrims who came to offer incense and make vows. The law is not right, and evil spirits do; Sanskrit sound Min, the road of misfortune; Buddhism has been prevalent for thousands of years since ancient times, and there are not many Buddhists who are really willing to purify their minds to understand the Buddha and participate in Zen. These truly long-lost treasures have finally been restored by you, and the merit is immeasurable, the merit is immeasurable! ”

"Huh! The master is overrated, and Lin just does his best. Amitabha! ”

"Hahahaha!" The old master seemed very happy.

"Now, let's go with the old monk to fetch water."

"Carrying water?" Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, looked at the back of the old monk who was far away, and hurriedly chased after him.

In the distance, I saw a well standing on a vast square, and when I looked closely, there was no water in the well, and it turned out to be a dry well. A thin rope hangs from the well, and even more outrageous is the bottomless bucket tied to the other end of the rope.

The old monk pointed to the bucket and said, "Donor, there is a bucket here, you can fill the water from the well and carry it to the water tank over there, and fill the water in that tank." With that, he slowly closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Lin Xiao just wanted to ask out loud, but seeing that the old monk obviously didn't want to say anything, he came to the dry well, picked up the bucket that had no bottom at all, looked left and right, and didn't know what to do.

"Isn't that a clear bully? There is no water in this well, how to fight, not to mention that even if you want to draw water, you have to give me a bucket that can hold water, this bucket has no bottom at all, and it will leak out if it is filled with water, and it will all leak before you get there. What kind of practice is this, I think it's purely playing with people. ”

Lin Xiao sat on the ground, and the young master's temper came up again, and he was so angry. "I don't know what happened to Xuan Lao? Let me wipe the scriptures and carry water, I am not a little monk, why do you toss people so much. Hum! ”

Lin Xiao searched everywhere but couldn't find a way. Time passed bit by bit, the sun rose and set, and a year passed in a blink of an eye, Lin Xiao was anxious, not knowing how to complete this work, just when he was on the verge of collapse.

Out of nowhere, a little shepherd boy came out of nowhere, holding a willow branch in his hand and herding sheep, and carrying a pole on his shoulder, which carried two empty bundles of string at either end. He was driving the sheep and humming a song, so uncomfortable, he was really a little man who came out of the painting.

"Hey! This little brother, what are you carrying on your shoulders? ”

"Firewood! This is the firewood I just cut down from the mountain, and I will use it to make a fire when I go home, and my mother will be waiting for me at home. The little shepherd boy replied cheerfully.

"Chai? Where is the firewood here? There's only a string to bundle firewood! Lin Xiao asked puzzled.

The little shepherd boy glanced at Lin Xiao, smiled and waved his hand, and continued to walk forward, singing as he walked: "There is a road in the book mountain, diligence is the path, the sea of bitterness is endless, and the boat is hard." People in the world think that what they see with their eyes is true, but they don't know that everything is life, and what you see may not be the truth, and what you don't see may not be there......"

Lin Xiao listened to this song tactfully and melodiously, as if he understood it or not, and it was quite meaningful. He slowly quieted down, savoring the aftertaste, and suddenly it was like an enlightenment, and a bright light seemed to appear in his mind.

"Yes! The scriptures have clouds and all laws are empty, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, and the same is true of thinking and acting knowledge, I should not only use the five senses to listen and see, but should listen with my heart, see with my heart, and sense everything in the world with my heart. Thinking of this, Lin Xiao couldn't help laughing happily, "Hahahaha!" I see! ”

With a "Teng", Lin Xiao got up from the ground, came to the dry well, and dropped the bottomless wooden barrel with a "bang".

The surrounding scenery slowly changed, the originally empty square was only a dry well, at this moment, the surrounding trees are shady, hundreds of birds are singing, Lin Xiao's heart is like stopping water, his eyes are clear, his ears are smart, a colorful streamer flashes in his eyes, listening to the sound of gurgling water, Lin Xiao pulls up with a bucket.

With a "whoosh", water was poured into the tank.

The people next to him only saw that the tank was empty, and it was dry, but just now there was the sound of water pouring in, but it was just invisible to outsiders.

In this way, Lin Xiao carried a broken bucket and kept scooping water, pouring water, scooping water, and pouring water again in the dry well, full of energy. Somehow, the water tank was always filled, Lin Xiao carried water during the day and meditated at night, and it took three years to fill the water tank so boring.

On this day, Lin Xiao picked up the last bucket of water, and the water in the tank overflowed the edge of the tank, Lin Xiao rubbed the water stains on his clothes, and turned around to come to the old monk.

"Master, the water tank is full."

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at Lin Xiao, who was full of aura and shining all over his body, and laughed "hahahaha". "Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it! It's a pity, if you come to the old man one step ahead of me, otherwise I will rob you to be my apprentice, hehe! Lin Xiaoyou, your wisdom is deeply rooted, when there is such a catastrophe, my task has been completed, this is the thousand-year-old snow lotus, quickly take it back to detoxify your friend. ”

"Hahahaha!" The old monk waved his hand, and the scene changed again.

Lin Xiao found that he was still sitting on the futon in the center, motionless. There is no one around, as if everything is just a dream, and now the dream has woken up.

"Huh!" Lin Xiao took it into his arms, a white flower, crystal clear, exuding cold air and a faint white light, isn't this the thousand-year-old snow lotus that the old monk gave him. took out his mobile phone and looked at it, at 4 o'clock in the morning on March 9, it had been seven hours since he left the courtyard, and in Alayya, Lin Xiao remembered that he had been there for seven years, seven years.

Walking out of the temple, Lin Xiao turned around, knelt down with a "plop", kowtowed three times with a very solemn "dong dong", and said loudly: "Lin Xiao is grateful for the grace of the master for teaching the law, and if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely repay him." ”

Lin Xiao may not know that in the clouds, an old monk looked at Lin Xiao on the ground with a smile on the auspicious clouds, and nodded incessantly. "This son has a firm heart and has mastered the five senses, and it is also his creation to help him enter the realm of alayya." After saying that, the clouds drifted away.

How did Lin Xiao know that the Alaya realm in this Buddhism was not all realized by every Buddhist disciple, and it was precisely because of the ignition of the mysterious monk that Lin Xiao's future counterattack against the Demon Moon Knife could slowly disappear. The Demon Moon Knife integrates the murderous and aggressive spirit of the world, and only higher and higher Buddhist cultivation can control its backlash, which is also a truth that Lin Xiao only understood a few years later.

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