"In the future, we will have to change our words, this is not a sweet potato, it is a snow-capped mountain cherry tomato, don't leak it." Liu Feng commanded.

Then he began to arrange things, and asked Mu Ji to arrange for his little brothers to take care of the test field, so that no one or other animals could spoil this treasure. Liu Feng paid a lot of wages to Mu Ji's subordinates, and they were also very responsible and dedicated.

In the blink of an eye, it's time to travel. Liu Feng and his entourage of six people, lightly dressed, together with three monks, eight fast horses, and a batch of horses, specially carried two large bags of sweet potatoes, and went straight to Jianjialuo. This way, Liu Feng is also quite familiar, he fled to Shimiro that day, walked this road, and also fought a robbery on the road, provoking the war between Jianjialuo and Tanisha.

After walking for half a day, I dismounted and rested in a small forest.

Kulanyi and Talia treated the three monks with respect and handed over water and food. One of the three eminent monks was clearly highly respected, estimated to be in his fifties, with gray hair. The eyes are deep, and the indifference revealed in the eyes makes people inexplicably stable after seeing it.

"Master Lado, it's been hard all the way." Kuranyi said.

"All kinds of hardships can be overcome. Participating in meditation and practicing Buddhism, how dare you speak hard. Thank you for taking care of you along the way. "Lado bowed slightly, and opened his mouth to be a Buddha.

This small road also began to be lively because of the debate meeting. Looking at the lively crowd, there are more believers from all walks of life. There is a category of people that Liu Feng and a few people have to pay attention to.

Several of them were in tattered clothes, and they could no longer see the colors, and they could be described as unclothed, and their bodies were very thin. The hair and beard are messy and messy, and the face is spitting yellow and white, and I don't know what the meaning is. These people are also quite admired by the people, and passers-by have paid their respects.

Liu Feng looked at these ascetics, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart was respectable? Wretched? Alas? The five tastes are mixed, and it is unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Master Lado, the Buddha did not approve of asceticism, so why is there still an endless stream of ascetics?" Liu Feng couldn't help but ask for advice, the Buddha is Shakyamuni, commonly known as Siddhartha.

"The difference in belief and the excellence in what we do are all the pursuit of the path to liberation, and we can only admire it." Lado bowed to the ascetics passing by, and then continued his sermon:

"In his early years, the Buddha practiced penance in the snow-capped mountains for several years, but still found that penance was not the way to liberation, so he came down to the mountain. So he went down the mountain and entered the WTO, his body was weak, and he couldn't support it. Fortunately, a shepherdessman gave her chyle to make offerings, and the Buddha regained his strength. ”

"What is chyle?" Liu Feng couldn't help but interrupt.

"It's made by mixing goat's milk with grains." Apparently, Talia said, knew the history.

Rado continued, "When the Buddha received the shepherdess's alms, he followed several followers for many years, believing that the Buddha had fallen and left him. The Buddha attained enlightenment for seven days under a bhabala tree in the city of Dyingnagar, and finally attained perfection. ”

After talking about this period of history, Lado didn't say much, Liu Feng felt that he understood something, but he had many questions. Venerable Rado closed his eyes and thought, but said no more.

Seeing Liu Feng's frowning, Talia pulled him aside, got together with Kulanyi and the others, and continued to tell.

"The ascetics believe that it is this skin that is the vehicle of sin, the original sin, so they have to torture the body to remove the sin. I'm afraid this has something to do with the group of people who left the Buddha, but I can't verify it. Although there are differences in beliefs, the heart of enlightenment is respected by everyone. ”

After the Buddha attained enlightenment, the Bibala tree was renamed the Bodhi tree, which means wisdom. It is rumored that the day of the Buddha's nirvana is the eighth day of the twelfth month, and every year on this day, in order to commemorate the Buddha and thank the shepherdess, people eat porridge, and the rich and noble families will give porridge at this time to make merits. ”

"The eighth day of the lunar month?" Liu Feng asked, "Laba porridge?" ”

"Yes, the customs of your Datang should have been passed down from us many years ago. This time, our destination was the Great Bodhi Temple in the city of Gana, where the country of Jialuo was built. Talia replied.

After this explanation, Liu Feng knew a lot, although he couldn't understand it, but he could only admire the ascetics. By the way, I also knew the origin of Laba porridge, and I drank it for so many years, but I didn't expect that it was a Buddhist custom that was passed down from ancient India.

Suddenly, Liu Feng remembered something that he had heard Wang Xuance talk about before. Previously, Buddhism was in full swing in the country of Rongri, with many and prosperous temples and many believers, but now the trend of decline is unstoppable.

There is a legend in the country that if the Bodhisattva statues on both sides of the Bodhi tree are all submerged in the earth, Buddhism will die. Wang Xuance listened to Xuanzang in his early years, and when Xuanzang traveled west, the dust had sunk into the chest of the Buddha statue. In just a few years, is Buddhism really going to die?

Thinking of this, Liu Feng directly found Master Lado, but he didn't care much, and asked directly:

"Master, I heard that there are two statues of Bodhisattvas on the side of the Bodhi tree where the Buddha attained enlightenment, how many of them are still on the ground?"

When Lado heard this, he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of misery, and his face trembled slightly, and he replied, "When I returned to Jiangara last year, the dust had already sunk into my neck, and now only my head was outside. ”

"Master, is the assembly you talking about the same as this debate conference?"

"No, the monks chant the sutras collectively during the assembly, and the opinions of the majority are the main ones to dispel the fallacies so that the Dharma can be transmitted correctly." "And this debate is a holy congregation for denominations. ”