After walking up and down a few times, I found that everything was clean and spotless, and there was not even a single cobweb. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info it's really weird.,I haven't seen anyone come in to clean it on weekdays? Could it be that I'm too playful to notice?

There is a ring corridor outside the second floor, where you can stand and watch the view. I walked around, condescending, and I really had the feeling of seeing all the mountains at a glance! Well, yes, the lush mountains all seem to surrender to my feet. I happily stretched my hand forward and said to myself, "Zhong Aiqing is flat." After saying that, I thought it was funny, and I jumped up and turned around and was about to go back to the house, when suddenly the familiarity of the scenery in front of me drew my eyes back. Oh, how did you forget, it turned out that the cliff in front of you was directly in front of you.

Back Mountain ...... So what's down the cliff? Thinking about it, the big pale face that had been nearly forgotten resurfaced in his mind. Hey! Thinking about it was enough to be numb, I trembled all over, the corners of my mouth grinned, and I quickly hugged my arms and rubbed my arms, and entered the house without looking back.

I taped down the stairs to the first floor. As soon as I entered here, I had a strange sense of disobedience, and I didn't know what was wrong. After a few turns, his eyes finally settled on the scroll hanging on the wall.

When I got closer, I reached out and touched it, and found that this paper was very different from ordinary paper, dense and tight, like silk. Pulled, the toughness is great; I tried to tear it off, it was very strong and couldn't be torn. I don't know what kind of wood the frieze at both ends is made of, it is black and painted, without any pattern decoration, but it gives people a simple and atmospheric feeling. After smelling it, it seems that there is still a faint aroma. Although this thing is as bright as new, it looks like the lock, and it is an old object that is some years old.

It's so strange, it stands to reason that the Buddha statue should be offered here, right, what's the matter with the hanging scroll? Hang it, hang it, why is it still all blank?

I didn't see a reason for touching it for a long time, hey, whatever! I simply put it behind my head and simply turned my head away from looking at it.

But what should I do? Master asked me to face the wall and think, did it just make me stand against the wall and reflect? I don't want it! With a roll of his eyes, hehe, there are so many books, let me learn to be rich and rich!

I took a book from the shelf, and when I saw it, it was the Sangha Sutra. Look at the other books on the shelf, except for the scriptures, they are scriptures. When I think about it, it's right, what is hidden in the temple without scriptures and books? Let's pass the time first, it's better than sitting dry. Thinking of this, I also took the "Sangha Sutra" and read it.

"As I heard, at one time, Bhagavad was sitting in the Dharma Forest in Magadha, sitting on the solemn red lotus Huatai master seat of the Wonderful Bodhi Vajra, and surrounded by the ten unspeakable Buddhas, the hundreds of thousands of Buddhas, the earth, the extremely fine dust, and the heavens, people, asuras, etc., surrounded by the immeasurable people.

At that time, there will be a Bodhisattva Mahasattva, the name of the incredible King of Light, the Buddha and the mighty god, from the seat, bow to the Buddha's feet, fold his palms respectfully, and the white Buddha said: "World-honored, the land of the Buddhas, the time is solemn, is there a victory or disadvantage?" ””

Hehe, this scripture is just as interesting as storytelling. I smiled and flipped through the books one by one, and then I became addicted to them, and I couldn't stop at all.

I read books differently from others, others are reading, I really read. I can see ten lines at a glance and never forget them. The text on each page is not memorized in the mind, but is formed into an image and stored there. Then, when needed, I went into the palace of memory to find the images and read the words on them. It's like I'm walking down a street, seemingly casual, but in fact, all the images along the way are stored in my mind. When someone asks me what the third shop on this street is called, what the fifth person who walks past you looks like and what clothes he wears, I will quickly turn over this memory picture in my mind, and enter it, count the third shop along the street, and see what the plaque on it says; Then count the people who passed me, count to the fifth, look at what he looked like and what he was wearing, and then answer.

It's an innate skill that I was born with, and I didn't think it was anything special at first, thinking that everyone was the same. But as I grew older, I slowly realized that I was really different from others in this regard. Maybe it's because of this that I'm called a prodigy and a genius, right? For those who can't remember the memorization all day, I really can't understand it. But looking at how hard they looked, I thought, maybe God really likes me, right?

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It wasn't until there was the sound of clouds outside and my stomach was growling with hunger that I remembered that it was time for lunch. Hurriedly stretched out his arms, got up from the futon, moved his arms and legs, which were a little numb, and ran happily to the dining hall.

I'm hungry, no one wants to stop me, I'm going to eat more today!