Matthew Yuan is now on this board, and he can only quarrel with the elderly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info has teased Shen Qingming, and now he wants to be angry with this old Laipi. For such a bear child, the old man in the monk robe has no problem, so he can't really do it. If you don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, if you don't look at the face of the Buddha, you have to look at the face of his Lao Tzu.

"Tell me, what is the use of this fragment of scripture, and if it is really used for the feet, I have a few pieces of straw paper here, and you can take it alive. ”

Matthew Yuan grinned, "It's beautiful to think about." Then you will change the beads in your hand with me, and you won't change them!"

"You kid, you really think about my baby. The old man in the monk's robe hid the black hand bead that showed a little bit, "It's okay to get back the broken scriptures, but there is one condition." ”

"Is there a condition again?old Laipi, you're a bit too much!" Matthew looked at the old man from afar, and he didn't want to give it.

The old man in the monk's robe got up, and his Buddha power flashed. A wooden box on the top of the study floor slowly fell, just above his withered hand, "If I don't want to pay it back, presumably the prince won't tear his face with the old man, what can you do with me?"

"You!" Ma Xiuyuan wanted to sit down, and just wanted to say that if he didn't give it, he would stay here and not leave, but he was picked up by the old man in the monk's robe.

"Oh, the monk's robe is a good fabric, it seems that the palace is very concerned about the little prince's cultivation of Buddhism. You don't have to spill around the decay. The old decay does not eat your set, since you have satisfied the innate Buddha heart, you are qualified to read this broken scripture, if you can get something, what does it matter if the old decay returns you?"

Ma Xiuyuan knew it and said with a smile: "I haven't realized a single hair for four years, so I can only say that Daxiangguo Temple has nothing to do with this scripture." Also with the little monk, this is a cycle of cause and effect. ”

"Oh, maybe. ”

Ma Xiuyuan has coveted this broken scripture for a long time, if it weren't for the beating of his mother's womb and his opening to speak too amazingly, he would have taken the broken scripture for himself, and there would be no so many things behind.

He took the wooden box, and the copper buckle on it flipped over, and the wooden box was slowly lifted by him. The scroll did not weigh much, on the contrary, when he grabbed the silk books that were broken into pieces, he did not feel the weight of the silk books at all.

The old man in the monk's robe glanced at Ma Xiuyuan, saw the luster in those big eyes, and said slowly: "In the past four years, the old man has looked through all the ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he can't find the words that match it, and he has no way to start, and he can't repair this broken scripture, so it's not so much that he is occupied by the old man, but that the old man has kept it for you for four years." ”

"Hey, that's a nice thing to say. If you find something, you won't have my share, won't you?" Matthew continued to focus his attention on the fragments of the silk book.

With his hundreds of lifetimes of experience, coupled with the Buddha's previous generations of listening to the Buddha's rituals, it can be said that there are 3,000 Buddhas in the world, all of which are well understood, but he still does not see where these silk books come from.

"How's it going? Did you find anything?"

Ma Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "This text is a bit strange, but it can be concluded that it is not the Sizhou script." ”

"Huh. Dongsheng Shenzhou, South Zhanbu Zhou, North Julu Zhou, West Niu He Zhou. There are three thousand worlds in the four continents, and the Hui domain is only a small world, and as for Guangling, it is not even a chess piece in the chessboard, so you dare to say conclusively that this broken scripture is not from the three thousand worlds?"

Matthew is far from talking nonsense with the old man in the monk's robe, he said no, that is, no, and he doesn't need many people to believe him. His little hands kept flipping through the characters on the silk book.

Suddenly, his hand stopped. His gaze was fixed on an inconspicuous silk book in the wooden box, and he seemed to be in deep thought. Matthew's pupils shrank and exclaimed, "How is it possible!"

The wooden box fell to the ground, and a terrifying scene crossed through Matthew's mind.

The flowers have fallen.

The Buddha is dead.

The victor put on his robe,

Plated with gold, return to peace.

This is the most unforgettable scene he has ever seen. Although the picture only appeared in front of the Zen sound wall, it seemed to be engraved in his mind. The Buddha passed away, and the victors looted everything and burned it to create their own faith.

In the end, it boiled down to one character, which was the character that Matthew had just discovered from the broken scriptures.

However, he did not know what the word meant.

Seeing Ma Xiuyuan standing in place, the wooden box fell to the ground, and the old man in the monk's robe on the side frowned, he didn't know what kind of things a four-year-old little novice could experience, but some people who were born with a Buddha heart are often able to communicate with the past, which is a lesson from the past, such a spirit child, often in the previous life, was a great power of Buddhism, so the old man in the monk's robe would agree with Ma Xiuyuan to look at the broken scriptures.

"Say what you know, don't pretend to be a ghost!"

Matthew Yuan looked at the old man in the monk's robe blankly and said, "I don't want it." With that, he walked towards the outside of the Scripture Pavilion with shock in his eyes.

The old man in the monk's robe saw Ma Xiuyuan looking so soulless, and he was even more curious about what shocking secrets were hidden in this silk book. Obviously, he was chasing and begging for it a moment ago, but now he immediately abandoned it, and such a subversive gap made him a little confused.

When Ma Xiuyuan walked out of the Scripture Pavilion, his little face turned pale, he looked at the sun above the front hall, blinked his eyes, and muttered, "I can't care so much." ”

When Matthew walked to the dojo of the prayer transmission meeting with a heavy heart, the style of painting on the scene suddenly changed. On this dojo, like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, the pilgrims and believers all ran away, leaving only one monk in a state of confusion in the same place. A huge scripture transmission meeting, this is not until dusk, why is there no one left?

Ma Xiuyuan hurriedly ran over, and saw that the monk and his two senior brothers were already packing their bags and preparing to stay in the meditation room of Daxiangguo Temple, planning to preach the scriptures tomorrow, so he asked: "Master, senior brother, why is it not over yet, and there is no one running away?"

For Dingchan Temple, today is already considered to have overfulfilled the task, and the three of them had smiles on their faces, "Xiuyuan, where did you go? If you don't come again, Senior Brother will have to look for you again." ”

"Senior brother, what about people?"

"Don't mention it. Originally, the scriptures would be good, but I didn't expect the small Xiangguo Temple to suddenly announce the opening of the Buddha's heart and wonderful law, one to ten, ten to hundred, this is not to buy the Buddhist scriptures and can't wait for the people have run away. ”

"The Buddha's Mind Mystic Dharma? Isn't this the arrangement for the nine days of fasting? They don't follow the rules?"

The head monk touched Ma Xiuyuan's head and said, "Who knows." Okay, today Xiuyuan your blessing white scroll has been spread in Guangling, you are also tired, you will still go to the meditation room to rest. ”

Ma Xiuyuan glanced at the crowd, and suddenly saw a small mountain, so he said, "Master, Xiuyuan will go back when he goes." ”