The incense in the temple is not prosperous, one looks at the temple site, and the other looks at the reputation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A small temple like Dingzen Temple, deep in the mountains and old forests, is not famous, and the natural incense is not anywhere. Ma Xiuyuan bypassed the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Guanyin Hall and arrived at the Zangjing Pavilion. The martial law in the temple is naturally not as strict as that of the Jianghu sect. Buddhism purifies sentient beings, even in a forbidden place like Folin, which is unguarded. But as for whether there is anyone among the Flins, that's another story.

For example, the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

If the Buddha hall in the temple is the signboard, then the scripture pavilion is the foundation. The inheritance of Buddha cultivation can be seen from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Among the ten temples in Guangling, in addition to the Daxiangguo Temple, the hanging temple with a deeper heritage is more mysterious. The incense of the Hanging Temple may be half a catty and eight taels of Dingzen Temple, even if it is the number of monks, it is not much. However, when it comes to the background, even the Great Xiangguo Temple may not dare to say that it can be connected to it.

The Tibetan scripture pavilion of the Great Xiangguo Temple is much older than the Buddha hall in front. Ma Xiuyuan stood in front of the pavilion, naturally he would not be stupid enough to forcibly break in again.

He shouted loudly: "Old Laipi, Master Ma, I am a monk, and I still haven't fulfilled your promise!"

"What kind of person!" The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was heavily guarded, and as soon as those warrior monks whose strength could not be underestimated heard someone shouting in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they immediately came out, and when they saw the little little bit Ma Xiuyuan, their eyes became strange.

"Buddhist monks, it seems that Xiao Shizi is really a person with Buddha nature. ”

Matthew tilted his head, looked at the two muscle bumps that were thicker than his thighs, and said with a smile: "Don't fix those useless ones, tell that old Lai Pi to quickly give me the broken scriptures." Deceived from the palace, do you want to take it for yourself! Shame!"

The two warrior monks rolled their eyes, for Ma Xiuyuan, they were not easy to do black, so they could only pretend not to understand and install pillars on the side.

There was no sound in the Scripture Pavilion, obviously not paying attention to Ma Xiuyuan's meaning.

Matthew Yuan's little face turned red, and he kicked on the podocarpus angrily, "Old Laipi, talking doesn't count, believe it or not, I let my father reason with you!"

At the mention of King Guangling, the two warrior monks who had been expressionless all the time finally felt a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, since Xiao Shizi is already a member of Buddhism, he is an outsider, how can he always use King Guangling as a threat? Come in, let's enter the cabinet and talk about it in detail. Canggu's voice came out of the Scripture Pavilion, and there was also a hint of helplessness. After all, it is not in the Great Xiangguo Temple, not to mention the big tree of King Guangling, even if it is the Great Xiangguo Temple, he doesn't want to provoke.

Matthew Yuan blushed and snorted: "Today, if your tongue is like a flower, I will take this broken scripture away no matter what!"

Matthew has been thinking about this broken scripture for four years. That's right, four years. His mind is different from ordinary people, and he can speak sensibly as soon as he is born, which is why he is so concerned about that incident.

When Matthew was born, he was almost stillborn. King Guangling used the broken scriptures of the palace as a transaction in exchange for the one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in this temple, but Ma Xiuyuan still fell ill, so this was an unfinished deal. The mysterious person in this scripture pavilion also said that he was powerless to return to heaven, and this broken scripture should be taken away, and he could take it away at any time.

King Guangling has a good face, so naturally he will not take the initiative to ask for this set of broken scriptures. But Matthew remembered this when he beat his mother's womb, and finally when he could talk and walk, at least not let people think that he was a freak, he came over to beg for broken scriptures. As a result, this mysterious person actually lied, saying that Matthew Yuan had no Buddha nature and could not hand over the broken scriptures, and made up such a far-fetched reason to send Matthew Yuan.

Now that Matthew has had an epiphany, he came to ask for the unfinished deal, which is naturally justified.

Crossing the polished and smooth threshold, a smell of book and ink came to my nose. Matthew looked into the pavilion from afar, and among the vast scripture buildings, the Buddha's light relics were immortal.

What the Pavilion is most afraid of is fire. Once the scriptures catch fire, the consequences are naturally unimaginable. This immortal relic, is the great Xiangguo Temple has always been the Buddhist elders of the relics, made a grand vow, after the death of the long guard of the Tibetan scripture building, will be enshrined here.

The soft Buddha light shone on Ma Xiuyuan's body, as if it was plated with a layer of gold veil.

"The old man knows that this fragmented scripture will not stay long in the Great Xiangguo Temple. At first glance, it doesn't feel like a normal person. ”

Matthew Yuan rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "You're not a normal person." ”

The old man held a scroll of scriptures in his hand and slowly descended from the wooden ladder in the attic, and the string of inky jade-colored hand beads was particularly eye-catching.

"Black Yao, it's still full of stars. Lao Laipi, this Buddha artifact is not bad. ”

The old man raised his eyebrows, took the monk's robe and quickly covered the string of hand beads, and said with an ugly face: "Is it true that no treasure can escape your eyes?

Matthew Yuan smiled, "Who told you to show off." Without further ado, give me the set of broken scriptures that my father sent me at the beginning, or I will dismantle your scripture pavilion!" his little fist waved a few times.

The old man sneered and said, "What a big breath." Even if the prince comes in person, he will say this in front of the old man, and he will also weigh the consequences, you kid really think that he is invincible? Believe it or not, the old man slapped you into the wall!"

Matthew pouted and stopped squeaking. It is obviously unwise to fight with this old Laipi with a hard fist, and Ma Xiuyuan is not happy with his mouth, anyway, he left it down by himself, and now that Ma Xiuyuan has done it, it is obviously unreasonable to not return this broken scripture.

The old man in the monk's robe sat calmly on the rocking chair, closed his eyes and recuperated, as if he was not in a hurry to return the so-called broken scriptures to Ma Xiuyuan, but asked, "Where are you a monk?"

"Baoshan, Dingzen Temple. Matthew glanced at the old man in the monk's robe, and saw that the closed eyelids moved slightly, as if he was pretending to sleep. He waved his little hand at the old man's face again.

"Jozen Temple. Grace ......"

"Any comments?"

The old man smiled contemptuously, "I haven't heard of it." With the means of the prince, if you want you to really take the road of cultivating Buddhism, even if you don't choose the Great Xiangguo Temple, the Hanging Temple and the Jokhang Temple are the best choices, and I don't think I am ready to let you shave. His round eyes widened, and Ma Xiuyuan was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Sure enough, I didn't even shave my Buddha when I entered the door, and I was exempted from vulgarity. ”

Matthew Yuan's face darkened, "I've been grinding for a long time, and I haven't returned the broken scriptures?" I haven't shaved or not, can't even blind people see it, do you need to say more?"

"To put it mildly, even your father is a junior in front of the old man, how can you shout like this?" the old man snorted.

Ma Xiuyuan sounded angry, "It's not that you, an old lai, are so laipi, you said that you can take away the broken scriptures at any time, and you changed your mind at that time." ”

The old man in the monk's robe blushed and coughed a few times, "Ahem, it's not that I'm afraid that you will spoil this precious scripture!"

"It's mine, it's none of your business to take it to the table!" Matthew muttered.

The old man in the monk's robe was so angry that he sat up directly and shouted, "You dare!