"Looking for the scriptures, why these things? It feels nondescript, and there are some indescribable awkwardness," Zhenhui asked a little puzzled when she heard Song Ren's words.

Song Ren shrugged his shoulders: "How do I know this, maybe only by letting go of other people's fingers and letting go of my own prejudices in my heart can I be regarded as a destined person, anyway, you are the first one I told about this matter."

I am inheriting the last wish of the military advisor, I have to rest for two days, I have to tell more people, select this destined person from them, get the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures as soon as possible, cross myself, cross the world, Amitabha," Song Ren made a Buddha ceremony in a good way.

Zhenhui's eyes only rolled, and finally his eyes became more and more determined.

Raised his head to look at Song Ren.

"You didn't frame me? Monks don't speak, you are a true Buddha......"

Hum!

Song Ren suddenly let go of Zhenhui and flicked his sleeves: "You just frame you with me, kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs, I haven't been in, I have only seen it through the picture of the military advisor's thoughts, maybe it's not in the Heavenly Buddha Temple, but in some other temple." ”

Song Ren was a little annoyed, feeling insulted, so he went straight to the door and closed the door with a bang.

Then when he saw the sumptuous breakfast on the table, he quickly licked his lips happily, touched his belly and stepped forward.

I have to say that the porridge in the Buddhist temple is really good on this day.

Outside the door, Zhenhui frowned.

What if people really frame themselves?

Although the monks do not speak, he is a true Buddha who has been appointed, but he is not a member of the Buddhist sect in the end.

But if it is the mountain behind the Heavenly Buddha Temple, there is really the second half of the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, this is a destined person......

Zhenhui looked at the closed door again, gritted her teeth, and turned to leave.

Song Ren breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the back of Zhenhui leaving through the crack in the door.

The days to come are finally no longer lonely.

I really let this little monk follow me every day, listening to what Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, can I remember so much?

And he's so white, it looks like I'm black.

How good is that.

Song Ren Hulala is a few mouthfuls of big white porridge.

…………

As one of the 1,887 Bodhisattvas of the Heavenly Buddha Temple, Xuande belongs to the same generation as Xuanxin and Xuanzang.

He is now at the peak of the Half-Ancestor Realm, and he has been staying at this stall for thousands of years, and it is too difficult to cross the past.

Among the many bodhisattvas, fifteen have reached the ancestral realm in these years, but if they want to become new true Buddhas, Zen principles and Zen minds are far from enough.

Everyone meditated on meditation, but they didn't expect that a new true Buddha would be born like this, not any of them.

It's the emperor!

According to what the host said, he has seen the Mahayana sutras and has the supreme Buddha teachings, and the Buddha manifested a few days ago because of him.

If you really get the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures, at that time, at least many of these more than 1,000 bodhisattvas will be promoted to true Buddhas.

But it doesn't matter, what I'm thinking about now is how to raise my cultivation first.

Song Ren, who is now named the emperor, once wrote a book of four gods, so that I don't know how many people searched for the whole book of such a legend, and then studied it.

What kind of plot and rhythm makes this book reach such heights?

Coincidentally, he got it, not to mention, now that this emperor is in the King Kong realm, he can directly search for this "Immortal Rebellion".

He also read this book in his spare time, especially the peak protagonist Huafan, which gave him a lot of inspiration.

He wanted to become an ascetic monk too, to go out to experience and let go, but he was too entangled in trivial matters to leave.

Therefore, he raised a spirit ape, accompanied him, and gave him daily lectures on meditation.

Because he had an idea, he had eaten many scriptures very thoroughly, but when he told it over and over again to an incomprehensible creature, he might give himself a different inspiration and understanding of this scripture.

Looking at the mountains is the mountains, and the water is the water, this is the state of him in front of him.

But if the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water, at that time, it is the time when he stepped into the ancestral realm.

If you look at the mountains again and the water is the water, then the seventy-fourth true Buddha is him.

As a bodhisattva, he has his own solitary abode, and in the courtyard, there is a half-human-tall spirit ape, covered in golden hair, and bright eyes full of clarity.

The monkey was impatient, but perhaps he was infected by Xuande's Buddhist scriptures every day, and at the moment he squatted on the wall, facing the sun, still his mind and closed his eyes.

It is unbelievable that he has gradually developed Buddha nature.

Looking at this scene, Xuande was full of relief.

"Amitabha, is Uncle Shi here?" At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Xuande walked over, opened the temple door, and saw Zhenhui, who was white and dressed in a plain robe, with his hands folded.

The two of them each saluted.

"How is Uncle Shi?"

"Very good, it turned out to be the nephew of Zhenhui, I don't know why you have to come to me today?" Xuande was a little curious.

True wisdom, such as the younger generation of Huigen and the highest Buddha nature in today's Buddhist temple, is taught by people of various generations on weekdays, and is extremely talented.

If nothing else, the man who had seen the Mahayana sutras and was named the emperor now lives in a Buddhist temple, and after deliberation, he was also sent by his side.

On the one hand, there are young people who have common topics, and on the other hand, they are those who listen to Mahayana Buddhist scriptures.

There are no less than ten people in the temple with the same conditions as Zhenhui, but they let him go, which shows the importance they attach to him.

Today should be the first day he went to the emperor's side to accompany him, why did he come to himself?

"Uncle Shi, today on the emperor's side, I heard a few words of Buddhism, if I have an understanding, I need an opportunity to make me enlightened, and this opportunity is here with Uncle Shi, and I also ask Uncle Shi to help," Zhenhui said with a serious face.

Xuande was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "In this case, Uncle Shi will definitely help you, talk about it quickly." ”

Xuande pointed to the spirit ape squatting on the wall: "I want it-"

…………

In just one day, Zhenhui gathered a horse, a monkey, a pig, and a sand demon.

One person is him.

A monkey comes from Uncle Xuande.

A pig came from the back kitchen, which was supposed to be a layman disciple and a meal prepared for Song Ren.

As for the sand demon, it took a lot of trouble to go out and find a few auctions before finding that one.

The body of this sand demon is a quicksand spirit, and it gradually opened its mind.

After a night of preparation and taming, early the next morning, the Arhats guarding the back mountain saw the most bizarre scene.

That is the true wisdom of the Heavenly Buddha Temple, riding a white horse, surrounded by a monkey, a simple pig and a trembling sand demon, and then slowly circling the back mountain.

There are a total of 5,000 mountains behind the Heavenly Buddha Temple, each of which is extremely huge, according to his travel speed, if he finishes it, it will take at least half a year to a year.

What's going on here?

On the top of a mountain, Song Ren, who slipped here, couldn't help laughing, but he also felt that Zhenhui was very cute, and the pursuit of the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, when the time came, it would be a big deal to pass on a complete Buddhist scripture to him, and he should be compensated.

But you have to write it yourself and bury it somewhere.

What Song Ren didn't notice was that not far behind him, Daoming was dressed in a robe, shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at Zhenhui with an excited face.

"Idiot, idiot—"