Matthew didn't know how long it had been, and by the time he regained his sight again, the sky was blue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Was all this an illusion before? and where was he?

Smoke rose from the small village in the distance, and the old oxen on the ridges of the fields were unloaded from the plough and shook the tail of the ox to drive away the flying insects.

The village leans against green hills. Ma Xiuyuan recognized that it was Huiyu Baoshan, and wondered why he suddenly returned to Guangling. The old farmers in the village are all familiar with it. When he saw Matthew coming over, he greeted him politely, and wanted to leave Matthew far away in the village to have some fasting.

Matthew thanked him for his kindness and walked towards Baoshan.

The staircase is indeed spacious enough, even if the pilgrims are full of doors, they will not feel any crowded. Matthew looked up from afar, the mountains are stacked with green, among which the Buddha hall stands in a forest, the Daxiong Treasure Hall is located in the middle, especially the momentum is magnificent, and then look up, the open-air Guanyin of the solemn treasure phase, the whole body is white. It's just that Matthew Yuan wondered why his face was blurry.

He walked towards the temple.

Along the way, pilgrims hold incense candles with a reverent face. Many monks greet and see off guests, sweep the floor and wash the dust, and they are comfortable.

Matthew walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall. In the distance, I heard the slow recitation of the scriptures, one after another. It's just that the scriptures they read are a little unfamiliar to Matthew, and they even chew the words differently.

He stepped into the hall of the Mahavira and the monks were immersed in the morning class, and he looked towards the Buddha in the center.

The majesty of the angry lion, the treasure of the Buddha.

"Hengkong, don't come here to worship the Buddha! What are you doing standing at the door?" The monk was dressed in a brocade robe, and the style was Matthew's favorite in the past. Wearing it on the head monk also made the originally sloppy abbot dignified.

"Master, what kind of scripture is this reciting?"

"What else is there? Of course, it's the "Daming King Sutra". Didn't you just teach it to you a few days ago?

Matthew pursed his lips and asked, "Then what kind of Buddha is this Buddha?"

"What's wrong with you today? Who else can there be in this Daxiong Treasure Hall? Of course, it's the Buddha Daming Buddha!" The head monk touched Ma Xiuyuan's hair, frowned, and said, "It's time to shave!"

Matthew stepped out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall in a long step, walked towards the mountain without looking back, and muttered to himself, "I don't know." ”

All the way forward, Matthew climbed to the top of the mountain in one breath.

In front of the open-air Guanyin, Matthew Yuan bowed, "How to save the common people?"

The little master's tone is not small. Save yourself first. "Pilgrims come and go and bow as if to complete the tasks assigned by the family. After completing all the procedures, he hurriedly went down the mountain.

Matthew Yuan shook his head, reciting the scriptures slowly in his mouth, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. The answer he was looking for was actually in his heart. It's just a moment of confusion, and the clouds cover your eyes.

Pilgrims and believers come and go, but Matthew is far from being moved, just asking himself.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the Guanyin Dharma, that blurred face was his own! Ma Xiuyuan's breathing gradually calmed down, and he got up and walked towards the mountain behind the Guanyin Dharma.

The winding path leads to a secluded path, and a huge ancient Bodhi tree comes into view. Under the tree, the angry lion is prostrate, and the Buddha is solemn on one side.

Matthew Yuan stepped forward slowly.

King Buddha Hui opened his eyes and said with a smile: "How, this is five years later." ”

"Amitabha. The little monk is self-aware. After all, you can't become the Buddha Shakya, and I can't become the Bodhisattva of Avalokiteshvara after all. Everything is vain. ”

"Isn't that what you want?"

Ma Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at the towering Bodhi tree, and the angry lion on his side looked at him vigilantly, "The little monk's dream is mixed with your thoughts, is that still the hope of the little monk? Is that still the expectation of the little monk!"

"Nan none. The Buddha under the tree smiled heartily and said, "Cultivating the Buddha for a hundred generations, but it is a passing cloud, and I can help you achieve what you want to get, or what you hope for." As long as you take refuge in my Buddha. ”

"It's hard to achieve. ”

The Buddha smiled, "It's easy. All you need is to sit down and listen to my 3,000 Buddha collections, and everything will fall into place. ”

"It's really hard. ”

The Buddha frowned.

Ma Xiuyuan said very seriously: "You have buried a world. ”

"That's the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of my hand. ”

"But millions of corpses, is it also false?"

"It's all a passing day. As long as I can attain nirvana, I will be able to transcend sentient beings and attain bliss. There was not a trace of pity between the Buddha's brows, as if those million lives, in his eyes, were nothing more than victims of his Buddhahood.

Matthew shook his head, "But I can't do it." ”

The Buddha smiled and sighed: "The seven knots are exquisite, and the will is really as firm as a rock." Do you remember the mural? It's all real history. Why should those hypocrites on Mount Meru hide, cover up, and tear off this fig leaf?"

"I don't know what happened back then. But there's one thing I'm well aware of. ”

Say. ”

Matthew stared straight into the Buddha's eyes and said without any hesitation: "Your nirvana has been planned for thousands of years and buried millions of people. ”

"The Buddha country in the palm of your hand, waiting for the return of my way, such a small world, this seat can create tens of millions! Destroy one, no one knows!"

"You know, I know, God knows, the earth knows. ”

The Buddha frowned again, "What do you want?"

Ma Xiuyuan smiled and said, "A hundred generations ago, Shakya also asked the little monk like this. ”

When the Bodhi leaves fell, the Buddha asked, "And then." ”

"The gods and Buddhas of heaven descend to the world. ”

"Then what are you going to do now?" the Buddha was puzzled, "This is my Buddha thought, can you break it?"

Matthew Yuan smiled: "I can't break it, but I can break myself." ”

The fire of ignorance was ignited, and Matthew Yuan remained unmoved. "A hundred years ago, the gods and Buddhas went down to the world, in this life, even if it really falls, it is worth it to be able to exchange you for thousands of years. ”

"Bastard!"

The angry lion roars, and the Bodhi leaves fall. Leaving the Buddha to scold angrily and the lion to roar, but all this has nothing to do with Matthew.

Everything is shattered like a passing cloud.

When you wake up from a dream, you should open your eyes.

The Angry Lion Buddha Fire was close to Matthew, and the beating blood lion was now condensed into a huge phantom, killing in the entire small world of the Angry Lion. The Buddha made it clearer that once Nirvana is attained, it will be the price of millions of corpses.

The whole small world was in an endless panic.

During the hour that the angry lion stayed, all the men retreated.

Only the protectors on the holy mountain did not move.

Of course, pork Rong, rice three buckets and painted sugar Zhang Xiao are excluded. Back when the protectors flocked to the mountain top stone hall, none of this had anything to do with them. also ran away with the crowd, hoping that Matthew Yuan could stop this catastrophe.

Ma Xiuyuan, surrounded by Buddha fire, became a barrier with ignorant karmic fire on his body.

His hand reached out towards the blood-red angry lion Buddha fire......