The vase got the decree of the macro, unscrupulously walked through the Zen courtyard, and in a few clicks bypassed the corridor of the wall, and walked to the simple and solemn three-story small tower, an old monk in gray robe who was sweeping the floor with white eyebrows and white beard saw him break in, and hurriedly held the broom and greeted him:

"Poor monk Yuantong, where did the little master come to this scripture pavilion, what do you see?"

Sweeper!

The treasure bottle was almost frightened by the old monk in front of him, and the flame of the crane lamp in the book rose sharply, constantly warning him, indicating that the master in front of him was a hidden figure, but fortunately, the treasure bottle was in place to nourish qi (pretend to be stupid), and hurriedly saluted back:

"The little monk has seen the master, and the little monk came to listen to the Dharma on the orders of the master, and I hope that the master will inform Hongxu and Hongyang."

Yuantong's eyes froze, and the change in the little monk's vision just now was fully visible, but he also laughed secretly when he thought about it, how could this little monk know his details?

Yuantong's original name was Li Qingping, the people of the rivers and lakes gave him the nickname "Evil Sword Immortal", 56 years ago he killed the dog emperor on the Jinluan Hall in the Shendu, and the eighty-eight black-robed four-rank kings who fought the imperial court retreated, and Li Qingping, who knew that he had caused a monstrous disaster for the sect, rushed back to the sect at night Wanjian Mountain, and killed the rotten sect head and the six elders with a total of 473 diehards in the mountains, in order to express a complete break with the sect.

Sure enough, the new emperor made a detour to Wanjian Villa, and let Wanjian Mountain merge into the nine veins of Tianmen, and became the master of the eighth vein by virtue of his background and efforts for fifty years, while he Li Qingping was incognito and fled to Yongzhou, forcing the then abbot of Vajra Gate Jueshan Zen Master to accept him as a disciple, give him the Dharma name Yuantong, and sweep it in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the past fifty-six years, Li Qingping watched the Han Dynasty court continue to improve the status of martial artists, identify with the Jianghu sect, and no longer kill martial artists indiscriminately and issue military bans, he felt that what he did at the beginning was worth it, and he had no intention of re-emerging from the rivers and lakes, and swept here with peace of mind, and the more he listened to those monks preaching Buddhism, the more peaceful his state of mind became, and the martial arts even broke through the shackles in just fifty years, and he ascended to the triple heaven without the assistance of Tiandan.

Then he advanced by leaps and bounds, all the way through the four, five, and six heavens, and to this day, he has known that he will one day be able to become a saint, and his heart is even more peaceful.

In the past, Li Qingping didn't believe in Buddhism, Taoism, gods and demons at all, but after fifty-six years, he has become more and more respectful of Buddhism, and every day he is to study Buddhism with Hongxu Hongyang, these Wen monks know that he has a high seniority, but they are all well-cultivated, and they do not look down on him because he is so senior or an eight-grade wooden card, but instead teach him more and more, so that he respects these Wen monks more and more with a weak scum.

It's not that Buddhism can't do it, but that he hasn't cultivated to the realm of Tianji, and he can't experience the blessing of Buddhism on himself at all, Li Qingping since stepping into the triple heaven, he only feels that heaven and earth are new, and with the blessing of Buddhism, he actually rejuvenated and returned to the physical state when he was 70 years old.

However, with his state of mind at this time, such a small thing as Jiangshan Sheji feels ridiculous when he thinks about it.

Although the Dharma is boundless, the Buddha nature is obscure, he silently swept the floor here, listening to the morning bell and dusk drum all day long, the new four heavens are full of hazy golden light, do not see the real Buddha, is why his strength has gone up, but the ability of the cave has not been developed, now pull out and fight with people, he has the confidence to beat those miscellaneous celestials, but if he meets the Yuan Shan of the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple, the jade crystal of the old Junguan, he has no confidence in his heart.

My heart is to the Buddha, but the Buddha doesn't see me, it's difficult! It's so hard!

Seeing that the Great Demon King of Yuantong was thinking in a daze there, the treasure bottle did not dare to sweep away his old man's interest, but silently waited for the Great Demon King to fall, Yuantong found that he was out of shape, and hurriedly smiled and shouted inside:

"The two masters of Hongxu and Hongyang, the little master of the treasure bottle has arrived."

The two people who were reading the scriptures on the second floor hurriedly came down from the upper floor, and saw that the treasure vase was pestled in the courtyard in a regular manner, and the two hurriedly saluted the ancestor of the Yuantong master, and then beckoned the treasure vase into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The treasure bottle entered the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the sound of chanting immediately sounded inside, Yuantong listened to the Diamond Sutra inside, the heart was peaceful, the whole person seemed to be bathed in the warm sun, couldn't help but listen to the idiot, just stand in the courtyard with a broom, there is no concern in the heart, suddenly feel the golden light in the sky, the sky is falling, the ground is surging golden lotus, the vast Buddha light will soak him like the ocean, but this is also soaked, there is no Buddha in his heart, there is no Buddha in the cave sky, what is the use of filling the endless Buddha light, increase the number of life and blessings out of thin air.

"Senior brother, that kid seems to have entered the Scripture Pavilion."

"What are you afraid of, a group of Wen monks who can't do anything, they don't dare to mess with my father!"

The unpleasant noise brought Yuantong back to reality, and he squinted at the Baoxiang, Baoding, and a group of dog-legged gray-robed monks who came in from the door, and saw the fierce-looking Baoxiang swaggering in with a swaggering belly, and before he could ask questions, he heard the kid roar inside:

"You come out of the vase for me, I heard that you are spreading rumors and making trouble in the lower court, slandering my monk companion, saying that you are messy and abandoned, it's so shameful! If you don't kowtow to me three hundred times today, I won't let you go!" ”

The treasure bottle sat in front of the two uncles, listening to it as if he was fascinated, and a little golden light continued to pour into the book reed, and the phantom of the Buddha slowly began to condense from the lotus platform under the seat, but the progress was completely disrupted by this roar, he opened the window on the second floor and looked down, and couldn't help sighing:

"Senior Brother Baoxiang, what do your monk companions and little monks have to do?"

The elephant pointed at him and shouted:

"Who said it has nothing to do with you, my father paid fifty taels of silver to get married, why did you not believe your words and chew the root of your tongue?"

Seeing that Bao Xiang is not very smart, pretending to be stupid should not be stupid like this, Bao Vase glanced at Bao Ding who was standing next to Bao Xiang with a cross waist, knowing that it was this dog leg who was playing right and wrong, so he pointed to the way of heaven:

"The little monk and the senior brother's monk companion past, now, and after have nothing to do with it, the little monk swears to practice closed-mouth meditation for half a year, if this oath is violated, the Buddha will punish him."

After swearing the treasure bottle, he kept silent, only quietly looking at the treasure elephant upstairs, he didn't like to speak, especially how wrong he was, he simply didn't bother to speak by closing his mouth Zen, a group of gray-robed monks downstairs heard such a poisonous gambling curse, their faces were different, especially the treasure elephant with a not very good head, and even had a trace of shame, only the sharp-beaked monkey cheek Bao Ding was next to him and arched the fire hard:

"He must have spread rumors, otherwise how could he practice closed-mouth meditation."

"No, everyone swore a poisonous oath."

"Don't listen to him, senior brother, this person is very bad, his father is a profiteer, and his mother is an ugly ......."

Bao Bottle's face was cold, and he was about to go downstairs to teach Bao Ding, who owed his mouth, and the Yuantong Demon King with a broom on the side waved his hand, and a cold wind hit Bao Ding's face directly, Bao Ding was like being directly hit by an 80-pound sledgehammer, and flew out sideways, smashed on the courtyard wall, and slowly collapsed.

"You ......"

Baoxiang looked at the old monk who was doing it, the old monk glanced back at him, his eyes pierced into his heart like a sharp sword, making him speechless, the Great Demon King of Yuantong swept a few more fallen leaves, and said in a calm tone:

"Your father Hongyu's qualifications are not high, and he is good at playing with power, it is estimated that he will not be able to enter the six grades in this life, you are honest, if you are dedicated to martial arts, not to mention the five grades, it is still possible to mix the six grades, but don't be swayed by fox friends and dog friends all day long, mess up your mind, and regret it too late!"

The voice was not loud, but the words rang on Bao Xiang's mind and heart like a bell, and this kind of power made Bao Xiang's muddy brain suddenly sound a certain advice from his father Hongyu.

There is a master who can be called the ancestor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it looks like an old monk sweeping the floor, in fact, the cultivation is the head of the whole temple, saying that there are less four-grade kings, and more three-grade venerables, this is the foundation of our King Kong Gate, and in the early years, he pointed out Hongyu one or two, but he was obsessed with fame and fortune at the time, blindly seeking fierceness and strength, and practicing the root bones to split the fork, otherwise he Hongyu would have already stepped into the ranks of martial artists with gold and silver.

Hongyu asked him not to bother the old ancestor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion if he had nothing to do, and in the future, it all depends on the chance, Baoxiang suddenly opened his mind, he understood that today was the only possible opportunity in his life, and hurriedly knelt down, and kowtowed to Yuantong with a handful of snot and tears:

"Thank the old ancestor for his guidance, the little monk has nothing to repay, and he will respectfully serve the old ancestor in the future!"

"Let's go, don't disturb the peace here."

"Yes!"

Baoxiang got up from the ground, didn't look at the dogs who usually chased him for flattery, pushed them away and ran straight towards Hongyu's meditation room.

The group of doglegs hurriedly and cautiously retreated, Yuantong pointed to Baoding, who had broken muscles and bones in the corner of the wall and lost all his martial arts, and this group of doglegs hurriedly bent over and carried the waste person out.

"Amitabha, do you really want to practice the meditation of closing your mouth in the vase?"

After watching this farce, Hongyang stared at the treasure bottle without saying a word, and nodded his head when he saw the treasure bottle, Hongyang was relieved in his heart, they are monks who hold precepts, and what they yearn for is the pure life of ascetics, closed-mouth Zen, grounded Zen, fast-stomached Zen, colorless Zen, and begging Zen He has practiced, and has felt the extreme suffering, and the great joy after the suffering, and dared to practice closed-mouth Zen at a young age, and the heart of the Buddha is naturally much firmer than them.

The vase has this Buddha nature, he and Hongxu are full of admiration, at the moment they chanted, the vase kneeling and listening to the scriptures, until the middle of the night, the two uncles who said dry mouth do not know how much tea they renewed, seeing the vase with an unfinished look, the two monks were really exhausted, so Hongyang took the initiative to send the vase back to the meditation room with satisfaction.

"It's back! The vase is back! ”

In the meditation room of the third watch in the middle of the night, the monkeys couldn't sleep at all, and saw that the treasure bottle called by the monks to repair the Buddha came back, so they got up from the bed and looked, the treasure bottle entered the house, and a room of junior disciples stepped on the monk's shoes to ask, but he kept silent, which caused some junior disciples to be dissatisfied, and said cool words, until the monk who patrolled the night knocked on the bang outside the window, and they died down.