18521052">(); Because of the distance, our voices were also very low, which did not affect Swensheng. [See the latest chapter of the book] - I whispered, "How do you know he's made the wrong choice?" ”

Cai Yucheng said: "One of these four bowls must have been used by that lama Rinpoche during his lifetime, right, the waste princess should read the full text against the heavens ();." If Swenson had chosen the right one. It means that he is the reincarnation of the guru, if he chooses the wrong one. That means he's not. It seemed that he was going to choose the bowl where the butterfly fell, and it was obvious that he had chosen the wrong one. ”

"Why do you say that, do you know which bowl was used by the guru?" I asked.

At this time, the two old lamas raised their heads and looked at Cai Yucheng deeply. Cai Yucheng was a little proud, and it could be regarded as a showmanship, and said: "The things used by the monks and sages must be simple and unpretentious. Don't you remember the myths we read, the woodcutter dropped his axe in the pond, and the fairy took out the new axe and the old axe and asked which one was his. There are also some similar stories, all of which show that those gold and silver treasures are shining and shining, and they are not the work of Buddhist disciples. ”

"That's what you're based on?" Laughs.

"How." Cai Yucheng was not convinced.

Xie Ling said: "Buddhists talk about understanding the appearance of the outside, whether it is sparkling or unpretentious. It's nothing more than a phase. Use everything the same, because the finger is just a tool to point to the moon, don't cling to the 'finger'. ”

"Then you say, which bowl is the right one?" Cai Yucheng asked.

Xie Ling shrugged: "I don't know." If I know which one is, then I am a reincarnated spirit child, and what else do I want Swensheng to do. Luo Dao, tell me, which bowl is right? ”

Suddenly the bell was unchecked, and I was stunned for a moment. Intuitively, he said: "My opinion is the opposite of Yucheng, I think the copper bowl with the butterfly is it." ”

As I spoke, Swenson made a gesture as he pounced on the butterfly. The butterfly suddenly took off into the air, and he grabbed it, knocked down the bronze bowl, and held it in his arms.

The old man who looked like an old beggar nodded. I opened my bag and took the other three bowls back.

The old lama Zimba Boken said, "He chose the right one." ”

Several people from the reincarnation team looked at me together, not only Shi Wensheng chose the right one, but even I was wrong, it was really this copper bowl.

Barso suddenly said: "This child is not choosing with his heart, but because of the traction of butterflies." ”

When he said that, none of us wanted to. Doesn't it count?

The old lama Zimba Poken said: "Everything has a root, everything has a fate, right is right, wrong is wrong, and the wife marries to: Break the door of the mansionRead the full text ();." Barsso, don't say any more. ”

The old beggar outside, carrying his bags and sticks, walked away step by step along the corridor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the selection bowl is only a preliminary identification, and we also have a series of very strict certifications." The old lama, Zimba Pokken, said to us, "Please rest in this monastery first, and the children will rest assured that they will be left to us." ”

We hurriedly folded our hands and saluted us.

A lama walked over and took Swenson's hand. Swenson was obediently pulled by him and walked away along the corridor.

Swensheng turned back three times and looked at us, as if he was a little reluctant. The sunlight shines through both sides of the cloister, and a lama in a red monk's robe holds the hand of a child, a scene like a quiet silhouette.

At this moment, the Garuda bird poked its head out of my coat pocket, and for so long it had been curled up in it without making a sound. I have not restrained its movements, I can fly whenever I want, and I flutter my wings and fly out violently, hovering in the air of the prayer hall, and from time to time I make a cheerful bird's cry.

The old lama Zimba Poken looked at the bird, and suddenly stretched out his hand and reached out in his palm. flew around twice, and actually obediently landed in the palm of his hand, bouncing and walking around with his toes high.

"This is the Garuda bird?" Zimbaba Poken asked.

"Yes." I hastened to say.

He looked at me, then extended his hand to the other old lama. The old lama never spoke, and we almost ignored him. At this time, he took it gently, as if he was afraid of him, wrapped his wings, and trembled.

The old lama looked at the bird, and there seemed to be some emotion in his originally waveless eyes, as if he had touched a long-ago memory. He didn't say anything, he bent down and handed me his palm, and I took it. As soon as I left the old lama's palm, I suddenly became lively again and flew on my shoulder.

"Barsau." The old lama Zimba Boken said, "You are responsible for receiving guests from afar. ”

Barso: "Yes. ”

Barsou made a gesture for us to follow him. In the scripture hall, the two old lamas bent down and folded their heads to see us away.

We went out of the scripture hall, it was already afternoon, the sun began to set in the west, good morning, the latest chapter of my husband ();. There is a wooden staircase that leads up to the place where the lamas live on the mountain. We climbed up and down to a very high place, where all the houses were built on the edge of the cliff.

Standing on the high cliff, the sun in the distance was in the west, the sky was dyed red, and from time to time there were bursts of Dharma horns from the huge playground below, and the humming sound echoed endlessly.

Looking around, it is hard to imagine how the craftsmen of the era when the temple was formed used their wisdom and sweat to build such a vast and thoughtful building. Half of the house is overhanging, resembling a bird's nest and firmly embedded with the cliff. There are also colluding open-air corridors outside the house. The hallway is made of planks, and unlike the house, it hangs completely in the air, crunching when you walk on it, and there are faint clouds under your feet.

Walking on such a heavenly path may also be part of the practice. Tai Tu Gong Technique.

Barsow led us into the resting meditation room. It's a large area, but there's only one place where some light shines. It was a small window, and the room was gloomy and cold.

The corner of the room was piled with prayer scrolls, a long wooden table, and a blanket on the floor. There were no beds here, so we had to sit on the floor.

Barsow pushed open the window to let in more light, and he went to the table and picked up an old oil lamp. Fortunately, there is a glass cover on the oil lamp, so we don't have to worry about sparks popping out and burning these scrolls, and we can't afford to eat them.

Barsow lit the oil lamp and sat cross-legged across from us, he put the lamp in the middle.

"Can you tell me about the child?" He looked at us. A young man like Barsou is very much like a college student who has just entered the workplace full of ardent fantasies, they are enthusiastic, upright, and most importantly, they have ideals and beliefs, you can say that he is a fool and a tendon, but his persistence cannot be denied.

The lights burned faintly, and everyone's shadows stretched long and fell on the walls. Qing Yu started from our entry into the small mountain village, and continued to talk about the whole process of Shi Wensheng's transformation of the Dharma Body, resisting the external demons, and finally subduing the Garuda Bird in the Nine Heavens Lake.

After speaking, it was already dark, the wind was blowing outside, and the sound of Dharma horns in the distance continued.

A little lama came in and brought us food, all vegetarian, so we could barely deal with a mouthful. In fact, we have food in our own backpacks, but no one is embarrassed not to eat the things in the temple and follow the local customs.

Baso looked at the flames, quietly distracted, and said for a long time: "It would be great if the master was really reincarnated, I miss him very much: you can't bully abandoned women." ”

After saying this, his voice trembled, and he tried his best to suppress his sadness.

"I have been with my Guru for ten years, and he is not only my teacher, but also my father, and the Venerable One I respect the most. I remember that before he died, I held his hand and asked him to be reincarnated. I remember that day, it had just rained, and there was a long rainbow on the horizon. The Guru took my hand back and said, "It depends on your prayers." I couldn't cry at that time, and the guru reached out to wipe the tears from my eyes, and he said he didn't like me to cry, but I just couldn't stop crying. He said to me, don't worry, don't cry, the career I have done in this life has been completed, and I have no regrets about my life. At that time, I suddenly understood the meaning of human life, and I was able to say to myself before I died that I have no regrets in this life. He said to me, "Don't cry. But I just couldn't stop crying. ”

At this, Barsow began to cry, wiping away tears. Those things in the underworld:

No one spoke in the dimly lit room, and everyone was very uncomfortable.

Looking at Barsau, for some reason, I suddenly had an impulse. I walked over, sat down next to him, and hugged his head. Barsow was in my arms, weeping with all her might, her shoulders shaking from crying.

Cai Yucheng sighed: "Seeing you crying, I think of my grandfather, and I really don't feel good in my heart." Alas, don't you monks cultivate with peace of mind, Barso, why do you cry so much? ”

"Ruthless may not be a true husband." Qing Yu said: "What is cultivated is too forgetful, not ruthless." ”

"Why suppress your emotions." Xie Ling said: "Remember that story, a young man who devoted himself to practicing Buddhism ran away from home to visit the masters, and finally met a high monk, and the high monk told him, why do you have to seek the true Buddha everywhere, the true Buddha is in your home." Go home, the first person you see is the Buddha. The young man had traveled thousands of miles back to his hometown and pushed the door in, and his mother knew that her son, who had been missing for many years, had returned and ran out barefoot without shoes. As soon as he saw his mother, the young man immediately understood that there was a Buddha in front of him. The Buddha is at home, and the Buddha is in his heart. ”

Baso wiped away his tears and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the Guru had a last word before he died, that his body would be cremated and burned on the day of his death five years after his death. In two days, this will be the day, and you can come here at this time, no matter what, it means that there is a fate. I hope you will attend the funeral of the Guru. ”

At this time, the wind outside is getting stronger and stronger, accompanied by the Dharma horn, and the sound is like a swallow. Qing Yu looked at the black sky outside and muttered, "I don't know what happened to Xiao Wensheng's reincarnation certification." ”

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