Gray Mian also lay on the head of the old horse and listened quietly, this is the authentic Buddhist scripture, summarized in its understanding, it should talk about opening wisdom, but also about doing good deeds to get good results.

It's just that the sound is sometimes clear and sometimes faint in the gray ears, and some of it is too profound. After listening for a while, Gray Mian subconsciously looked back at the room over there, and by the window in the house, Yi Shuyuan had already gotten up and was looking out through the broken window holes.

In the ears of the animals near the small temple, the sound of the Buddha was also sometimes faint and low, sometimes slightly clear, some of them were deafening, and some of them made their minds swell.

In Yi Shuyuan's ears, although the Buddha's voice was slight, it was very clear, and he could hear it word for word even if he was far away.

"Those who are virtuous are close to others, they have to open the door of wonder, they can contemplate themselves freely, there is no fear, there is no evil......" Yi Shuyuan did not have any research on Buddhism, but he also felt that he could benefit a little from listening to this scripture, and looked at the animals outside the temple, and understood that they were basically free of evil.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan suddenly thought of something, looked at the old brother who was sleeping in the driver, and remembered that he spat at night and said: Later, the imperial court vigorously rectified it, and invited the heavenly master and masters from all walks of life to clean up the mountain.....

"Alas....." Even if Yi Shuyuan is such a cheerful person, he can't help but sigh. Although the coachman didn't say how long this mud bodhisattva has existed, Yi Shuyuan took a casual look and knew that time was definitely not short, even if the small temple seemed to have been repaired and built for not many years, but the Buddha statue itself was definitely not as simple as only a few decades.

With this mud bodhisattva here, there should have been a lot of good people in Yanshan back then, and there must have been a lot of them affected.

What happened in the past, Yi Shuyuan would have no recourse, so he didn't think about it anymore, but listened to the scriptures with some respect.

Although Yi Shuyuan never thought of becoming a monk and practicing Buddhism, he believed that the Dharma had something in common, and listening to this scripture would also be beneficial to his immortal path.

Reading the book, this scripture is neither long nor short, and the voice is very slow, from the beginning of listening to it to the whole part, it took about a quarter of an hour.

Then the scriptures began to be repeated, but the sound of the Buddha also began to fade and seemed unsustainable. Until this moment, Yi Shuyuan's heart suddenly dawned, and a kind of realization gradually rose.

It turns out that the Bodhisattva has passed away! At this moment, the sound of the Buddha is already very slight in Yi Shuyuan, but at least some can still be heard, but here the small animals listening to the scriptures, they are all silent.

These animals sat quietly in front of the Buddha statue and did not leave immediately, just resting on the edge of the small temple. It wasn't until about the fourth watch that the animals moved, the birds flapped their wings and flew away, and the rest of the animals walked towards the mountains one after another.

The coachman's old horse also got up slowly, walked back to the broken house, and threw the reins on the stake at will.

"Squeak~" The sound of the old wooden door being opened came, and the old horse turned his head to look when he heard the sound, and saw that in the house where his master was, a Confucian man in a green shirt walked out.

Gray Mian was still standing on the head of the old horse at the moment, and when he saw Yi Shuyuan coming out, he whispered on the old horse's side.

"This is my husband, I'll go over first, and we'll talk again when I have a chance!" Yi Shuyuan glanced in the direction of the broken house, and Gray Mian rushed to his shoulder like a gray light.

"It's obviously you're talking, it's just a snort, can it be considered a chat?" This is Yi Shuyuan's joke, and Gray Mian said naturally.

"Then sir, you sometimes learn to call and chat with some birds, and you say that you are arguing with birds, I am obviously more real than you!" Yi Shuyuan grinned and didn't say anything more, and walked to the small temple, although the scriptures were still there.

In the small temple, the clay sculpture treasure is quiet. After listening to the scriptures, Yi Shuyuan felt something, and then looked at the Buddha statue and peeked into it, and saw that it was just a wisp of residual thoughts.

Yi Shuyuan didn't know why the Bodhisattva passed away, or rather, he didn't even know if this clay sculpture was the real Buddha Bodhisattva.

But at least at this moment, in Yi Shuyuan's mind, the mud bodhisattva in the small temple is the Bodhisattva! After standing in front of the temple for a while, Yi Shuyuan thought in his heart, straightened his clothes, and then bowed to the mud bodhisattva in the small temple.

"Hiss......" Ash Mian gasped on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, and hurriedly covered his mouth with his paws when he wanted to make a sound.

However, the imaginary situation of the broken idol and the collapse of the temple did not appear, and the mud bodhisattva was still a mud bodhisattva, sitting in the temple and nothing happened.

Yi Shuyuan also smiled, as he felt in his heart, this gift mud bodhisattva could stand it, of course, he didn't exaggerate too much, and he didn't dare to worship on the incense.

The merit in the body seems to be faintly dissipated, and the eyebrows of the mud bodhisattva in the small temple are slightly lit up with a little Buddha light.

This Buddha light is not obvious, it is not as good as a firefly in the middle of the night, but this Buddha light is also extremely obvious, and it seems to make the Buddha shadow in the Buddha statue move.

About a dozen breaths later, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the Buddha light in the center of the mud bodhisattva's eyebrows began to spread, extending to the entire Buddha statue, as if the mud bodhisattva began to emit a faint light.

On the other side of the dilapidated house, an old horse stared at the courtyard, and a pair of horse eyes stared at the boss, but he didn't even dare to breathe.

Gray Mian also stared at the Buddha statue intently, so Yi Shuyuan was able to be relatively calm. It didn't take long for the Buddha's light to fade, and Yi Shuyuan's mind moved and he took two steps back.

The next moment, a dim figure of the Buddha got up from the Buddha statue sitting on the ground, and then stepped out of the small temple, and gradually grew larger, turning into a blurred light and shadow the size of an ordinary person.

"My Buddha is merciful, and finally let the poor monk wait for the great good...... Good public virtue, can you accept the mantle of a poor monk! The Buddha shadow made a Buddhist salute to Yi Shuyuan, without claiming to be

"Honza", rather

"Poor Monk". But Yi Shuyuan returned the salute, but the title was different.

"Bodhisattva, Yi respects you to transform sentient beings, but you are a person in the immortal path, and your ambition is not here, so it is inconvenient for you to practice Buddhism!"

"My Buddha is merciful, and finally let the poor monk wait for the great good...... Good public virtue, can you accept the mantle of a poor monk! Buddha Shadow still said this.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, and after a few breaths, the Buddha shadow saluted him again, repeating the words just now, it was obvious that this Buddha shadow was just transformed by residual thoughts, and there was no origin consciousness.

"Sir......" Gray Mian screamed on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, but he didn't know what to say.

Yi Shuyuan thought for a moment and said to the Buddha Shadow.

"Bodhisattva, although Yi can't accept your mantle, he has gained something from listening to your Buddhist scriptures, and he can vaguely understand what the mantle you want to pass on is ....."

"If the Bodhisattva is willing to trust Yi, then Yi promises to the Bodhisattva to help you find a suitable successor and pass on this scripture to him, your compassionate wish!" As if feeling the meaning of the words, the shadow of the Buddha who had been repeating the same words gradually calmed down, and after bowing to Yi Shuyuan again, the Buddha's light gradually dispersed to the surroundings, and it had dissipated in the world in an instant.

At the end of the dissipation of the Buddha's light, a faint point of light flew in, and Yi Shuyuan reached out to catch it, which was a relic with a faint light.

Yi Shuyuan stood in place for a while, looking at the relics in his palm, his mood was a little complicated, and he was also a little emotional.

After getting his own words, the remnants of the Buddha's shadow dissipated, and this kind of remnants is actually a little biased in the cognition of Buddhism in this world, but Yi Shuyuan doesn't think so.

"Sir, you worshiped the Bodhisattva to death?" Gray Mian's voice sounded, making Yi Shuyuan break the gong in a second.

"Don't talk nonsense! The mud bodhisattva is here to wait for a successor, and he will disperse after getting a promise from me, which is a sign of trust in me...... But now it's my business! Gray Mian was just shocked, and as soon as Yi Shuyuan said it, he understood, and then looked at his husband, and couldn't help but worry.

"Sir, isn't that a problem? We don't understand the Dharma...... Alas, sir, how come you don't look annoyed at all? Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked at Gray Miandao.

"Why bother? Isn't the Bodhisattva just reciting that passage here? Maybe it's also an interesting experience, an interesting story! ”

"Click, click, click....." The sound of cracking and shattering came, Yi Shuyuan and Gray Mian both looked at the small temple, and small cracks had already appeared on the mud bodhisattva inside, just like the traces of weathering.

But the clay sculpture did not collapse, but only restored its original appearance.

"It seems that no matter when this mud bodhisattva was here, it itself was created a long time ago." But this time, Yi Shuyuan looked at the small temple, frowned again, and then looked at the broken house.

Seeing the man in the green shirt sweeping his gaze, the old horse panicked, and immediately lowered his head to graze, and the pretentious posture was simply not too obvious.

After a long time, the old horse, who tasted the same as chewing wax, raised his head cautiously, and saw that the figure of Mr. Tsing Yi was no longer in front of the small temple, and no matter how optimistic he was about the direction of the door of the house, it had been closed.

It seemed that the man had gone back, and the old horse breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Woo puff~~~~" The old horse trembled, was frightened and neighed, and a mouthful of grass sprayed out, and then froze there.

Yi Shuyuan walked in front of the old horse from the side of the broken house, looked at this horse face, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs followed him as he walked over.

"Sir, this is my friend!" Although Gray Mian is very smart, he is also very simple many times, who is good to me, I also think of others.

Although Lao Ma was very wary of the mink at first, he just went to call Gray Mian before listening to the scriptures, and Gray Mian could especially feel this simple kindness.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, all things have sentient beings, and if you have opened your spiritual wisdom, you are sentient beings, and you have the right way to cultivate with your heart, and demon cultivation is also the right way." As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan reached out to the old horse, put his hand on his forehead and stroked it gently.

A feeling of calm made the old horse feel reassured, and his nervous spirit eased, chewing the remaining grass in his mouth, and letting Yi Shuyuan touch him.

"You know all the people who listen to the scriptures together, right?" The old horse snorted, hesitated, and nodded.

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Okay, then you and Gray Mian go to the mountain together, talk to your friends, just say that the Bodhisattva is leaving, tomorrow night I will explain the scriptures for you on behalf of the Bodhisattva, there will be no Buddhist scriptures here in the future, go!" Yi Shuyuan patted the old horse, and the spiritual sense in the latter's heart also clearly felt the strangeness of the person in front of him at this moment, plus the scene in front of the small temple he had just seen, he vaguely understood something.

"Woo poof~~~" The old horse nodded after a low whistle and walked out of the broken house, while Gray Mian jumped from Yi Shuyuan's shoulder to the old horse's head.

"Don't be greedy, although Yanshan is not too vast, it is not small, go and come back quickly."

"Hmmm! Let's go! Gray Mian replied to Yi Shuyuan, patted the horse's head with his tail, and then the old horse jumped out of the fence and ran in the direction of the mountain.