For example, when I was a child, the teacher taught my classmates to learn other people's articles, from which I understood the author's thoughts and feelings...... And so on and so forth.

To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is not as mysterious as imagined, but it is just imagining and restoring something in the mind according to what was left by the predecessors.

Of course, everyone's way of thinking is different, and what they perceive is also different, some people understand even more than each other according to other people's things, some people imagine things that fit their predecessors, and more are blind to get nothing......

"People's imagination is really wonderful," looking at the White Stone Tower, Liu Xiu was 'stunned' for a moment, and said to himself in his heart.

At the moment when he watched the White Stone Tower, according to the traces on the tower, he actually restored the picture of the swordsman swinging the knife and carving the White Stone Tower in his mind.

According to the picture of the knife wielding the knife that he imagined in his mind with the tower body, Liu Xiu suddenly had a feeling that if he had a knife in his hand at this time, he seemed to know how to swing the knife more effortlessly and faster, and there were some indescribable things precipitated in his heart.

All this is like an illusion, and when he looks at the white stone pagoda again, it is still just an ordinary stone pagoda containing the vicissitudes of history.

Feeling something, Liu Xiu turned around slightly, looked at a tree dozens of meters away and nodded slightly, and then walked towards the gate of the stone tower.

Over there, I don't know when, the old monk who had been talking to Liu Xiu at the foot of the mountain appeared there.

At this time, the old monk saw that Liu Xiu turned around and originally wanted to go over to talk for a few words, but Liu Xiu nodded slightly and then turned around and left, so he could only shake his head lightly and turn away.

"He has the breath of a big demon, it should be carrying some kind of big demon items, I don't know if I got it by chance, I hope not to bring him disaster, I originally wanted to persuade him to give up, but the fate is shallow, just that, everything can not be forced, this son is pure and blessed by nature, the white tower should be gained, and he also has unpredictable strength, and he should know the weight of it"

A whisper quietly dissipated in the wind as the old monk left......

The White Stone Pagoda is not restricted to tourists, as can be seen from the crowd of people who come and go at will, but everyone who enters will be kindly admonished by the monks, and Liu Xiu is no exception.

When he came to the gate of the stone pagoda, a middle-aged old monk stepped forward and said: "The monk is polite, the old monk has two words to tell you, please stay for a while."

"I wonder what the master has to teach you?" Liu Xiu stopped and nodded.

The old monk smiled and said: "I don't dare to give teaching, just two precautions, layman, this tower is strictly not owned by this temple, it is not forbidden for tourists to set foot in it, but there are some items stored in this temple, and I hope that the monks will not destroy it when they play."

"Of course" Liu Xiu said with a smile, saying that the people who destroyed things at will were afraid that they would all go to the bottom of the mountain to cultivate the fields, and then asked curiously: "I don't know what things are stored?" ”

"It's not a valuable, just a few Buddhist scriptures, if the layman is interested, you can also copy and look at it at will, please don't take it away at will, many classics are unique," the middle-aged monk reminded.

Slightly stunned, Liu Xiu subconsciously asked: "Can you copy and read everything at will?" ”

It's no wonder that Liu Xiu asked, after all, in his cognition, this stone tower stores the classics of Baiyun Temple, which can be regarded as a place like 'Tibetan Scripture Pavilion', such an important place not only allows people to play at will but also look through it, how can it not be strange in his heart.

The monk smiled heartily and said: "Why not, they are all some things that persuade people to be good, don't say that the scroll is copied and read, if it can be spread all over the world, it is the best."

Hearing this, Liu Xiu felt sincere admiration, this is the mind that monks should have, they don't preach how kind and compassionate they are, but they hope that more people will have good intentions and good deeds, just classics, let you watch, and even circulate better, after all, it is something that persuades people to be good.

Originally, Liu Xiu also wanted to ask if there were any martial arts cheats or something in this, think about it or forget it, this is an impossible thing, not to mention that any monk seen in the eyes of this Baiyun Temple does not look like he has practiced martial arts, even if there is, how can he be put here to recognize people and watch?

There is a difference between civil and military monks, obviously the Baiyun Temple is a monk Wen, but after seeing the old monk under the mountain before, Liu Xiu does not dare to underestimate these monks, the martial monk practices martial arts to polish himself, and the monk Wen is a Buddha and cultivates the mind, who knows what magical powers they have comprehended from the nature of heaven and earth?

This is not that Liu Xiu is vainly making up for himself, there are facts about the old monk, not to mention, isn't he the same himself, he doesn't practice martial arts, but he can do it in just one year, although it is not a real flight, but it also shows from the side that there is only one way to practice martial arts in this world!

If you are still like this, how can those old monks who have lived a long time have no means? It's just that people don't deliberately show off, there is a way that a full bottle of water does not sound and half a bottle of water swayes, and those who are jumping happily see how many of them have a good death?

Bidding farewell to the monk at the door, Liu Xiu stepped on the first floor of the White Stone Tower, and what he saw was a three-meter-high statue, in the middle, which was almost exactly the same as the one enshrined in the hall outside, but because the carving person was more skilled, it was more obvious to look compassionate.

There are also people here who kneel down to pray for blessings, and Liu Xiu stopped a little and went up the stairs to the second floor.

There are many bookshelves on the second floor, a dazzling array of books, many people are quietly reading here, and there are chairs provided by Baiyun Temple for people to rest and copy.

Curious, Liu Xiu also looked through some books, as the monk at the door said, there are some things that persuade people to do good, and the content of the books is mainly the stories of the great monks who traveled the world to do good and accumulate virtues and medical classics.

Needless to say, medical classics are all things that cure diseases and save people, and the stories of those monks' travels, Liu Xiu read a few books and found them quite interesting.

In fact, those stories are mainly the travel records of the monks of the temple, from which Liu Xiu learned that those monks do not go out to change their fate, do not advocate Buddhism to cultivate believers, and do not sell things such as peace charms, but only travel around the world with one-handed medical skills, and do not charge money for curing diseases and saving people, only take a little food for the stomach, in short, they do not work for nothing.

In this way, Liu Xiu had to sigh again, this is the 'real' monk.

From the second floor to the top, there are similar books placed layer by layer, more than 30 floors, Liu Xiu estimates that there are no less than 100,000 books here, he doesn't think it is much, this Baiyun Temple is estimated to have a history of 1,800 years, collected from generation to generation, these books are few.

After paying a little attention, Liu Xiu found that most of the people who came here to read books were some doctors, in fact, it can be understood if you think about it, Baiyun Temple started with 'medical skills', and most of the books here are medical classics, where they can learn more good prescriptions for curing diseases and saving people and actual 'medical cases', it is commendable that Baiyun Temple does not hide clumsiness at all for others to watch.

Liu Xiu guessed that perhaps many of these doctors would leave their skills here for others to learn, and Liu Xiu's understanding during this period of time was that most of the doctors in this world were noble people, and they really preferred to use medicine on the counter to make dust than make the world sick.

Of course, there are good people in the world and there are bad people, and in general, there are more good people.

In this way, walking and stopping, looking through books from time to time, time passed quietly, and in the afternoon, Liu Xiu climbed to the top thirty-third floor of the White Stone Tower.

Standing on this highest floor, you can see the mountains undulating, and the Baita Town in the distance is in full view, and the scenery under the sunset is not bad.

This highest floor is no longer a book, there is only an offering table, there is an incense burner on the table, some people kneel to pray for blessings, every time someone kneels to worship, an old monk on the side will ring a bowl.

People no longer bow down to a statue, but to a bead on the table.

The bead dragon was the size of an earthy yellow irregular shape, and it sat on a lotus-shaped tray.

Seeing that bead, a trace of unconcealable discoloration flashed in Liu Xiu's eyes, because the bead was glowing, emitting a soft golden light, and it was still floating in the air above the lotus-shaped tray!

"Relic"

When he saw the bead, Liu Xiu's heart suddenly popped up with this name, he really couldn't think of anything else besides this kind of thing.

Liu Xiu had heard of the relics but had not seen them, even if he had never seen them after he was wide, in his cognition, the relics did not have any magic, and the symbolic meaning was greater than the actual meaning.

But the relics I see now have subverted Liu Xiu's cognition.

Of course, this is an extraordinary world in itself, and Liu Xiu quickly calmed down after being a little surprised.

From the whispered conversations of the people around him, Liu Xiu learned that this relic was left by the Venerable Baiyun after he sat down, and it has been stored in the Baiyun Temple until now, and many people come to worship every day, and it is still the same for thousands of years.

With curiosity about the relics, Liu Xiu waited for the people in front of him to pay homage and prepare to take a closer look.

Slowly, as the people in front of him bowed down and left, Liu Xiu approached the relics little by little, and when he was about ten meters away from the relics, his eyelids suddenly jumped and stopped.

At this moment, the surrounding time and space seemed to stand still, everything was frozen, the suspended relics were soft and golden light, and a benevolent old monk composed of golden light and shadow appeared in the void above the relics, his appearance, as if the center of the world, everything else was eclipsed, as if the Buddha was in the dust.

He looked at Liu Xiu with a kind face, slowly raised his hand, stretched out a finger and pointed over.

Liu Xiu found that he couldn't move at this time, but his thinking was still very clear, and he couldn't make other movements, so he could only watch the old monk composed of golden light and shadow point.

That finger, with compassion, seemed to come across the long river of time.

At this moment, when Liu Xiu came out of the mountain, the scales given to him by his neighbor moved, as if he was angry......

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