Master Hui Lin told the origin of An Xin's mental practice, which is An Xin's biggest secret. Perfect World No Pop-up Ads Reading. This really shocked An Xin, and she said incredulously: "Master, how do you know the Supreme Heart Sutra I cultivated? ”

You must know that even in her previous life, this Supreme Heart Sutra also belongs to the secret method of Buddhism, and few people can recognize it at all. It was also by chance that General An was inherited from a warrior monk in the White Horse Temple.

Master Hui Lin clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's verse: "There is nothing in the present, and there is nothing in the present." There is a law in the three worlds, but there is nothing to be done. He stroked the top of An Xin's head and said lovingly: "The phoenix can only be reborn after Nirvana, and your present life is just like the phoenix after Nirvana." It is only after suffering that it will be reborn and benefit all. ”

An Xin and Li Yuanhao couldn't help but glance at each other, and they both saw extreme horror in each other's eyes. From Master Hui Lian's words, it seems that An Xin's origin is revealed. Wasn't she able to be reborn in this life after she died in the previous life!

Master Hui Lin didn't seem to notice the strangeness on An Xin's face, and he continued, "Let me help you again. As soon as the words fell, An Xin felt a warm aura poured in from the top of her head, this breath swam in her limbs, harmonizing the somewhat mottled and chaotic spiritual power in her body, making her whole body produce a tingling and painful feeling. An Xin hurriedly closed her eyes, adjusted the internal force in her body, and cooperated with the flow of this breath.

Seeing this, Master Yinkong sighed and said to Li Yuanhao: "Young man, help me cook together!" Here, a moment and a half will not end. With that, he lifted his leg and walked out of the house. Although Li Yuanhao was worried about An Xin, Master Hui's face was solemn at this time. He did not dare to blaspheme. I had to honestly follow the Inkong Master and walk out together.

Li Yuanhao followed Master Yinkong to the kitchen, which seemed a little chaotic, and in the center of the room was a large stove for burning firewood, which was the most common in the countryside. There was also a large pile of timber piled up next to it. Master Yinkong unceremoniously ordered, "Go and chop some firewood." He himself scooped a scoop of water into the dark cauldron, and then took out an old melon pulp and brushed it in the pot.

Li Yuanhao didn't say much, he walked straight to the pile of wood, bent down and picked up a large bundle, and then walked towards the outside of the house. Outside the kitchen, under a corner was a dilapidated axe. Li Yuanhao took it in his hand and weighed it. Although he picked up the axe and buried his head in the split.

Li Yuanhao's hands and feet are very neat and fast. The large pieces of wood he picked up were all split into strips of moderate size. The wood was chopped, and hot air was rising from his forehead, on the vest of a cotton T-shirt. I was also soaked with sweat. He took off his clothes and put them on the bamboo drying rack. Then he picked up the wood on the ground and returned to the kitchen shirtless.

He saw that Yinkong was still washing and chopping vegetables, and there was no need to light a fire for the time being, so he neatly stacked the wood he had chopped in the corner of the kitchen. Then he picked up a pile of unchopped wood and went out of the house. Inkhon watched him steam. The back of the shirtless man showed a kind smile in his dim old eyes.

After five trips back and forth, Li Yuanhao chopped all the wood in the messy kitchen pile. It's neatly stacked together. By the way, he also took the big broom thrown by Yinkong and cleaned the dirty open space outside to Gangan, who was cleaning.

He chopped the firewood here. Over there, Yinkong washed the rice and prepared the side dishes to be fried. He didn't need Yinkong's orders, he automatically squatted in front of the stove and lit the fire.

A smile appeared on Yinkong's old face, he set up the pot, poured oil, and stir-fried it crackling. He said to Li Yuanhao while frying: "Young man, what are you doing. ”

Li Yuanhao threw a piece of wood into the beating flame, and then said with a smile: "I used to be a soldier, and now I am a policeman." ”

"It turns out that you were a soldier, no wonder you still have a good split, and your strength is also very good." Inkong said approvingly.

"I did learn a lot of things in the army, but I learned this wood and fire by myself in the field when I was training in Siberia." The orange fire shone on Li Yuanhao's sweaty face, as well as the half-dripping upper body with beads of sweat, flickering and flickering, making it difficult to see.

"Yes, yes, there are few young people today who are willing to endure hardship." Inkong is still full of praise.

Li Yuanhao saw that he was quite good-hearted, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Is Master Hui Lin also a monk of the White Horse Temple?" ”

Yinkong replied: "My master is the current presiding master of the White Horse Temple, and he has been staying in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the White Horse Temple since the eighth sui. ”

"I see, no wonder Master Hui Lin is so knowledgeable." Li Yuanhao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Master Hui Lin only needed to probe An Xin's pulse to know her secret. He asked suspiciously, "Then why doesn't Master Hui Lin stay in the White Horse Temple, but live here?" ”

Li Yuanhao had already discovered that in this Huang mud thatched cao house, there seemed to be no modern things at all, no electrical appliances, no communication supplies, and it seemed that there was not even running water. If you live in Hakuba-ji Temple, it seems to be much more comfortable.

Master Yinkong sighed and said, "Master Xingzi is pure and upright, and he always feels that the monk's place of cultivation should not become a place for wealth and enjoyment, so as early as thirty years ago, he took me to move out of the White Horse Temple. ”

He looked around again and said, "I built this house with my own hands thirty years ago. The master used to go back to the White Horse Temple every day to recite sutras and do his homework, but since his legs could no longer move, he no longer went back to the temple. Every day, I only chant in this house and do my homework, and when I have free time, I rely on carving to pass the time. ”

"I see, Master Hui Lin is so self-suffering, so he can be called a real outsider." Li Yuanhao said with great admiration.

It didn't take long for the kitchen to have more enticing aromas of food in addition to the smell of fireworks, and the roof chimney was also wafting green smoke, which could be seen from afar.

An off-road vehicle was parked not far away, and a man with sunglasses was sitting in the cab, and he said suspiciously: "Why did the old guy come back so early today." ”

There was a charming woman sitting in the co-pilot, she looked in the mirror and said with red lips and coquettishness: "I said that I want you not to wait for the third and seventh, but you just don't listen." Another day wasted. You must know that the old saying that late will change makes sense. ”

A man who looked quite young sitting in the back said with a smile: "Fourth sister, you don't know, the third and seventh are the two Xingzi who are obsessed with money, if you leave the two of them behind, they will have to be in a hurry with you." ”

"Hmph, it's not like I want to leave them behind this time. It was they themselves who were late. Are we going to wait? The fourth asked at the man sitting in the cab.

"No waiting." The man took off the sunglasses on his face, a solemn light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a solemn tone: "You're right." Late will change. It's been a day, and the third and seventh don't even have a phone call, I'm afraid that there is a problem on their side. We searched for more than half a year, and it was not easy to determine the whereabouts of the thing. There can be no mistakes at this juncture. Let's do it tonight. ”

He turned back to the man behind him and asked, "Sixth, how is the qing situation you inquired about last night?" ”

The sixth man cried with a sad face. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal a large piece of his bruised arm, and said, "Boss, look at it." The old man looked thin and withered, but he was really too alert. I just glanced out the window. He threw a stone out of his hand and smashed me like this. ”

The boss is the man with sunglasses, his name is Lu Yan. This year it is already forty-eight. Originally, he was just an ordinary farmer in the Liangshan area of Shaanxi. Once, when he was digging a tree in the mountain behind him, he dug up a few dusty clay pots. Lu Yan saw that although these clay pots were a little broken, they could still be used. So he took them home, washed them, and filled the chickens with water to drink.

At that time, in the Shaanxi area, there were often news of farmers digging up antique cultural relics in the field, so those cultural relics dealers wandered around these remote mountain villages all day long, hoping to pick up a big leak. Lu Yan's family was poor at that time, and he relied on the chickens and eggs at home to supplement the family, but at that time, he didn't think about the clay pots he dug up to the cultural relics.

One day, when Lu Yan was feeding the chickens on the front lawn of his home, a strange middle-aged man on a bicycle came. As soon as the man saw the dirty crockpots on the ground, his eyes lit up. The young Lu Yan only cared about lowering his head and scattering chopped vegetable leaves, and he didn't notice the strangeness of this stranger at all.

In fact, this person is an authentic cultural relics dealer, his eyes are very vicious, and he can see at a glance that the inconspicuous clay pot on the ground should be an antiquity of the Han Dynasty. So he pretended to want to buy chickens and was close to Lu Yantao. Lu Yan originally didn't want to pay attention to him, his chickens were to be kept to lay eggs, and the Lu family never had the idea of selling.

But the antiquities dealer was not discouraged, he slowly raised the price step by step, and finally even raised the market price twice. At that time, Lu Yan was surprised and a little happy, thinking that he had met a big fool, where to find such a good thing? So he finally relented and agreed to sell the chickens to this stranger.

Lu Yan also helped to tie the feet of these chickens tightly and hang them on the back seat of the middle-aged man's bicycle, and when the man saw that Lu Yan was busy, he asked Lu Yan to give him the clay pots that fed the chickens water. Lu Yan, who thought that he had earned it, felt that those clay pots were dug out of the ground anyway, and he didn't spend any money, so he really gave them to him generously. So both of them were happy.

But the good times didn't last long, and when Lu Yan triumphantly boasted in front of his mother that he had sold his hens at a high price, his sister-in-law ran back with those chickens. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted that Lu Yan didn't take a good look at the chickens at home, let people steal them, and they were thrown in the paddy fields.

Seeing this, Lu Yan thought that the chickens were unintentionally dropped by others, so he was still very young and simple, and he carried the chickens, and chased the source of the bicycle except for the bell at home, and all the other parts were rattling.

When he chased to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the village, he overheard the stranger boasting to someone that he had picked up a big leak this time, and he had bought good things for only a few yuan, and as long as he changed hands, he could earn at least a thousand yuan. Lu Yan recognized it at a glance, and what he held in his hand was the pottery he had dug up from the mountain.

Lu Yan was suddenly furious, and he was also young and vigorous at that time, so he ran to the cultural relics dealer, threw a few chickens in his hand in front of him, and then dropped a sentence: "This clay pot belongs to my family, I won't give it away." ”

After saying that, he picked up the clay pot and wanted to leave. But these people who have been dealing with all kinds of people all year round are not so easy to provoke. So Lu Yan not only didn't ask for the clay pot back, but was also beaten up by the cultural relics dealer and his accomplices. When the group finally walked away with the clay pot that should have belonged to him, he was lying on the ground covered in blood, unable to move.

In the end, Lu Yan was carried home by his brother and father who rushed to hear the news, and after the family found a barefoot doctor to help him, he found that his left leg was actually discounted by the group of robbers. Although he has been cultivating for a long time, he has also fallen into the problem of long and short legs.

Lu Yan was originally one of the main laborers in the family. The work in the field and at home is all grasped. But since his leg was injured, many farm jobs at home have been unable to do, and even the girl who was married was forcibly retired by the matchmaker. The weak mother washed her face with tears every day. The honest father can only sigh. And the sister-in-law at home is beating chickens and scolding dogs all day long, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

One day, his sister-in-law pointed at Lu Yan's nose and scolded him for being a waste and blind. After the baby was put in front of him and he didn't know it, he couldn't help it anymore. Limped up the mountain with a hoe on his back. After digging like a fuss on the mountain, he actually dug up a gray clay pot not far from the place where he found the clay pots, which was not only exactly the same as the previous ones, but also more complete.

The ecstatic Lu Yan thought that this was God's compensation for himself. So he carefully hugged the clay pot and limped back home. But this time he didn't say anything to anyone, but hid the clay pot under the bed.

Soon after. Sure enough, a stranger was wandering around the village again, so he quietly took them to his house. Then he took out the gray clay pot that he had taken as a treasure from under the bed.

The visitor's eyes suddenly lit up, he originally wanted to continue to fool Lu Yan, but Lu Yan learned to be obedient this time. He still remembered what he heard from the last antiquities dealer that he would never sell it without a thousand. You know, it was in the early nineties, and the workers who worked in the town only paid tens of hundreds of dollars a month. The 1,000 yuan he proposed was almost a year's worth of people's income. And as a farmer who digs in the soil, it is even more difficult for their family to earn such a large amount of money.

The antiquities dealer knew that he had kicked the iron plate this time, so he said with a wry smile: "Big brother, I know that you know the goods, but this thousand yuan was given to you, and my trip was in vain." You're going to make me a hard-earned buck too, aren't you? In this way, I will give you 800 yuan, and if you are willing to sell it, we will make a deal. If you really don't want to, we'll stop there, and I won't see it. ”

Eight hundred yuan, this number makes Lu Yan's heart thump, this is not a small number, how many chickens do you have to raise to sell for so much money! Lu Yan only hesitated slightly, but still sold it for eight hundred yuan.

His heart was beating out of his mouth as he shook his hands and held the thick stack of bills that were still hot, stacked from five or ten pieces. He didn't know where to put it, and after rummaging around the house, he stuffed the first huge sum of money in his life into his old cotton coat, which had been torn.

After hiding the money, he went crazy again and went up the mountain with a hoe to dig for a while, this time he didn't eat or drink, and dug on the mountain for two days and two nights, except for a pile of broken pottery, but nothing was dug up, and he was completely dead.

Later, he accidentally learned that the antiquities dealer who had bought the gray clay pot in his hand for 800 yuan sold the clay pot for 2,000 yuan as soon as he changed hands. This time he wasn't angry, but secretly sighed that there was really too much knowledge in it.

However, Lu Yan never wanted to farm from then on, and all he thought about was how to hunt for treasures, so his eyes were aimed at those ownerless tombs, and he really made a fortune in these ownerless tombs. has been doing this business for a long time, and gradually, he has become ruthless. also gathered a group of people, a total of seven people, with the Luoyang shovel as a token, and he was the boss.

In the past ten years, he has indeed been in the limelight for a while. In the following years, there were fewer ancient tombs, and the government suppressed them very badly, and their lives gradually became difficult.

Once, the seven of them finally discovered a tomb of a great general of the Han Dynasty, but when they were about to enter the ancient tomb, they met another group of tomb robbers. On both sides were a gang of fatalists, and in order to gain the sovereignty of the dead things in the tomb, everyone was red-eyed, so there was a fierce fight.

As a result, two of his side died, while the other side died. However, when they really broke into the inner chamber of the ancient tomb, they found that it was empty, and there was nothing. This ancient tomb has long been unknown to the predecessors of that dynasty.

This incident disappointed the remaining five people, so their focus slowly stopped on tomb robbing and began to think about another way to make money. This time, it was a big overseas customer who paid a huge amount of money to ask him to help find the Buddha relics left by a high monk after the death of a monk in the White Horse Temple.

Everyone knows that the relics are the treasures of Buddhism, and there are many legends about the relics, but they don't know that the relics are also divided into ordinary relics and Buddha relics. There is also a story about the Buddha relics here.

More than 10 years ago, a teacher was in Nepal and received a Buddha body relic. At that time, the lama was only in his 20s, and he could not distinguish the authenticity of the Buddha relics, so he went to consult an old lama. The old lama told him that a real Buddha house cannot be broken with a hammer, but it can be broken with a pregnant egg. Curiosity made the lama decide to give it a try.

The lama first found an iron hammer, put the Buddha relics on the black flannel cloth spread on the stone surface, first smashed it lightly with the iron hammer, and then gradually increased the strength, not only was the relics not damaged, but there was a pit at the bottom of the hammer.

He then asked a local friend to find two eggs that had been hatching for a few days, and according to the friend, there should have been chicks growing in the eggs. At that time, the lama did not believe that a relic that could not be broken with a hammer could be broken with an egg, and he also wanted to hit it with a small amount of force, and then gradually increase the force, on the premise that the egg would not be broken. So he picked up an egg and gently knocked it on the relic, but he didn't expect a miracle to appear, and with this light knock, the relic became powder in an instant! This made the lama regret it very much, because this Buddha relic was so precious that it was destroyed and could never be restored.

From this story, we can understand the spirit and miracle of the Buddha's relics, as well as the Buddha's immeasurable compassion, who did not want to harm any sentient beings in the world.

After Lu Yan took over this task, he searched silently in the White Horse Temple for a long time, but he found some ordinary relics, but he did not find the so-called Buddha relics. Just when Lu Yan doubted the existence of this Buddha relic. It was discovered that in addition to the monks who lived in the temple, there were actually two mysterious and high-ranking monks living outside the temple. So he put his only hope of finding the Buddha relics on these two mysterious monks. To be continued

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