Qiu Ming bought a small house in the village by the river, a mud-made house, with a roof not tiles, but a straw curtain, which did not look very strong. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The people in the village are not too repulsive to Qiu Ming, an outsider, but they are not so enthusiastic. After settling down, Qiu Ming looked at a mountain in the distance, and some buildings could be seen on the top of the mountain, Kaiyuan Temple, on that mountain.

This cartoon seems to be very simple, but Jigong is not simple, the reincarnation of Arhat in the sky. Qiu Ming vaguely remembered that Jigong's world seemed to be rampant with demons and monsters.

This is a world where Buddha, Tao, demons, and demons are mixed, and he really wants to see if there is still Laoshan Mountain, whether there is Shangqingguan. It's just that all this will have to be done after he has completed his task.

At dawn, when the sun was still below the horizon, at the foot of the Kaiyuan Temple, a man wearing a long robe appeared. At this time, the whole mountain was still very quiet, and only the footsteps of this man could be heard as he went up the mountain.

Halfway through, Qiu Ming sat cross-legged on the rest platform and began to run the family tradition. The sun came out, and a trace of purple qi was inhaled into his body, and after a while, Qiu Ming opened his eyes, and he was still practicing faster in the world of cartoons.

Continue to go up the mountain, and when you reach the top of the mountain, the mountain gate has been opened, and there are monks cleaning the fallen leaves.

Seeing Qiu Ming, the monk was stunned for a moment. The sun has just come out, and there are pilgrims coming up the mountain? Then he has already started to climb the mountain before dawn, right?

"Is the donor here to offer incense? It is the time of morning class in the temple, and I am afraid that I will not be able to receive the benefactor. "Normally, pilgrims will go up the mountain after the morning class.

"It's okay, I don't know if the temple can let you copy the scriptures?" Qiu Ming wanted to see if the scriptures of this world had any magical effect. As for the words that the idiot had warned him that before the Heart Sutra was consummated, it was not appropriate to study other scriptures that he had already forgotten.

"It's okay to be normal, donor, please come with the poor monk."

Qiu Ming didn't feel a trace of the power that belonged to the monk in the sweeping monk, either the other party was the same as Jigong, and belonged to the kind of master who could hide his aura and make people not feel it at all, or the other party was just an ordinary monk, Qiu Ming was inclined to the latter.

There are so many monks in this Kaiyuan Temple, if all the people who sweep the floor at the door are masters, it will be terrifying.

When he arrived at the Scripture Pavilion, Qiu Ming saw an old monk with white eyebrows sitting on a futon at the door, as if he was doing a morning class. Qiu Ming had never heard a word of the scriptures recited by this old monk.

"Uncle Yin, this donor wants to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy some scriptures."

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, looked solemn, and stretched out his hand to the side. Qiu Ming looked at it and saw that it was a merit box. He untied the money bag from his waist, leaving only one piece of silver, and poured the rest into the merit box.

The old monk suddenly became frowning and smiled, and quickly got up: "This donor, what scriptures do you want to copy?" Or do you tell the poor monk what you are going to do when you copy the scriptures, is it a town house? ”

Qiu Ming looked at the old monk with a strange expression, why did he feel that this old monk did not have the appearance of a high monk, just like the monks in the temples in the real world for people to travel, the one with more money was a distinguished guest!

Copying the scriptures and the town house, there is still such a saying?

"Can I pick my own?"

"Yes, please donor, please see which scriptures to talk to the poor monks, don't mess up the location of these scriptures."

Qiu Ming saw a copy of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, and when he pulled it out, he found that the scriptures on it were actually different from those he had read.

He read the Heart Sutra here, shook his head and put it back in, and it was obvious that this Heart Sutra was wrong.

He found another copy of the Diamond Sutra, but when he read it again, he didn't feel anything. I don't know if this world scripture no longer has magical powers, or if this scripture is also wrong.

Qiu Ming read five scriptures in a row, but his disappointment grew. He himself recited the Heart Sutra silently, and he could still feel a trace of power coming out of his body.

Then it should not mean that this world cannot gain strength from the scriptures, but that the scriptures in this are the same as the scriptures that Qiu Ming read from the real world, and there must be deletions and omissions!

"Master Cause, these scriptures are not original, can they be original?" Qiu Ming found that these scriptures seemed to be copied, and since they were copied by others, it was inevitable that there would be errors and omissions.

"Originally? The donor didn't know that Kaiyuan Temple did not have an original Buddhist scripture, and all the scriptures were copied. In the previous dynasty, Kaiyuan Temple was almost destroyed, and all the scriptures were lost. ”

Qiu Ming's face was disappointed, but he did not give up, but continued to read the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he read each one, hoping to find nothing wrong or missing.

I felt a little strange, didn't this donor say that he had come to copy the scriptures, why had he been reading them, was there a purpose in looking for some scriptures?

"Donor, the poor monk wants to have breakfast, if you pick it well, then just tell the monk at the door."

Qiu Ming also had an empty stomach and continued to read the scriptures, and he never stopped from morning to night. The entire Scripture Pavilion was read by him for one-tenth.

It wasn't until Yin came over again and reminded him that the temple was closing, that Qiu Ming went down the mountain and left.

The next day, Qiu Ming came very early again, a gold ingot, and with the consent of Yin, Qiu Ming finished reading all the scriptures in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Because he felt that this Qiu Ming had no wisdom root at all, and the scriptures had to be read by heart, or even memorized. Do you understand the meaning of the scriptures when you read them this way? How to get taught?

How did he know, Qiu Ming just wanted to see which scripture he could make him feel the difference after reading it.

It's a pity that for ten days in a row, Qiu Ming read all the scriptures in the Zangjing Pavilion, but none of the scriptures could be useful to Qiu Ming.

Qiu Ming thought about it, maybe he could only go to Jigong, hoping to pass on some Buddhist cultivation methods, or other Buddhist secret techniques.

But he came to this Kaiyuan Temple for ten days, but he didn't see Jigong come over to place an order. Jigong is a person who can sleep in a random place, and may not come to the temple to live at all.

At this time, in a ruined temple in the south of Yingtianfu, Ji Cheng was sitting next to a pot with a pot of dog meat boiling in it, and a bowl full of garlic paste next to it.

Garlic dog meat, that's Jigong's favorite.

Luo Gongzi is angry in the Prime Minister's Mansion, why did he suddenly lose the dog he raised? That dog, how many people did he bite, and these people couldn't even look at a dog, it's really time to teach him a good lesson!

But today he didn't make much of a fuss, because today his father invited a guest, who was said to be a senior master.