A day of hustle and bustle, in the blink of an eye, the abbot and his little fan sister hosted a very happy chat, countless Cihang Jingzhai disciples interacted for guidance, the whole scene was like Jacky Cheung's concert.

In the east wing, the oil lamp was lit, and a little monk in a white robe sat quietly in front of the long case, flipping through a broken book.

The first page of the book's manga illustration of Nyorai Zazen is gone.

Fahai hesitated, is it because I have learned the ability to speak and speak according to the words and methods of Nyorai Zazen, so this picture scroll has disappeared?

Fahai flipped through the book, and the whole book was still those few pages, without subtracting or adding pages, and the original page that recorded Rulai Zazen was a new picture.

In the middle of the picture, the night is rainy, and a small novice in the middle of the forest is about to go back with an umbrella and a golden bowl full of fasting food.

The spring water is murmuring, there is a stone bridge in the forest, the stone bridge is oval, not more than a few zhang long, the little master goes on the bridge from the left side of the stone bridge, and on the right side of the stone bridge, there is a pretty woman holding a white paper umbrella, the girl has a moth eyebrows, a clever smile, she walks, jumps at the same time, steps up a splash, and has a lot of fun.

The monk walked across the middle of the stone bridge, and the girl kicked a splash of water, and the foot was so hard that her shoes flew straight to the little novice's face.

The little novice was caught off guard and was hit by the shoe, and the golden bowl in the monk's hand fell into the water and was washed away by the stream under the bridge.

Seeing that she was in trouble, the girl hurriedly picked up the umbrella on the ground and apologized to the little novice.

The little novice did not speak, nor did he ask for an oil-paper umbrella, and turned away from the stone bridge.

A few days later, it was a light rain, and on the stone bridge, the little novice ran fast without an umbrella.

Just as the little novice crossed the bridge, a girl in white waited on the stone bridge, she watched the little novice walk by, and handed over an umbrella and a golden bowl, which was full of food.

At this time, next to the girl's portrait, a line of interjections appeared, "Little master, what do you call it?"

The little novice looked at the girl, "Ananda." ”

The girl and Ananda passed by, and it was a few days later.

Ananda and the girl met again, and the novice smiled brightly and danced in the water with the girl, forgetting that he was a monk.

In the last chapter of the picture, a magnificent Buddha shadow appears, and under the shadow of the Buddha, a weak monk kneels on the ground, and the Buddha shadow is sealed, manifesting the boundless Buddha power, and under the Dharma, the Buddha's voice interjects and appears.

"Ananda, you have passed the eight hundred eons, when you return to your Buddha-figure and leave, do you have anything to say?"

The monk raised his cheeks, on his dark and wrinkled cheeks, a little immature at the beginning, he looked at the Buddha and said sincerely, "Ananda's cultivation has not been completed, Ananda begs my Buddha for permission, and it will be eight hundred eons again." ”

The voice of the Buddha shadow rumbled, "Your fate with that woman is over. ”

"There is another life." ”

Buddha Ying said, "Will she remember your life in the next life?"

Ananda was silent.

The Buddha shadow for a long time, and let out a long sigh, "Ananda, how much love you have with that woman, how much resentment you have, love is hate, hate is love, love and hate are all the sea of suffering, now that the sea of suffering has passed, you and she are both at ease, why bother pulling that female benefactor into the sea of suffering? Return to the land of the Buddha!"

When the words fell, the Buddha's shadow poked out his left palm, and his left palm turned into boundless Buddha light and enveloped Ananda.

In the golden light, Ananda looked back in the direction of the stone bridge, "If there is an afterlife, I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just for her to walk across the bridge." ”

The light of the Buddha was extinguished, Ananda disappeared, and there was only one Buddha name in the darkness, "Amitabha." ”

Fahai turned through the last volume, and if he had a deep thought, "The Buddha asked Ananda, how much do you miss that girl?" Ananda said, I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just for her to walk across the bridge. ”

"Ananda is like this, why is it like this?"

What does the final dark picture mean?

Did you come and receive Ananda?

Or did Ananda incarnate lawless and kill Rulai?

Fahai didn't know, and couldn't guess what the cartoon meant in the end.

What Fahai knows is that this record should be a supernatural power, just like coming to zazen and saying the Dharma, this record should be a Buddhist supernatural power.

It's just that this story is a bit long, so long that Fahai can't summarize what kind of magic spell this is.

However, it doesn't matter, Fahai believes that he will write it down first, and when the time is right, just like when he was in the underworld, he would understand the usefulness of Ananda's Tribulation, just as he understood that the Dharma was supernatural.

Thinking of this, Fahai put away the comic book, and looked at the name on the comic book from Rulai, the holy monk, the heart ape to Ananda, the holy monk, the heart ape, Fahai couldn't help but think, this volume of comics, it is clearly a Buddhist supernatural power, it stands to reason that it should appear in the Buddhist temple, but he was found in the Tibetan scripture hall of a Xiuzhen sect, this, this makes no sense!

What's more, this door clearly records the great magical powers of Buddhism, and it can also be automatically updated comic books, the abbot is such a master-level Buddhist cultivator, and it is actually said to be a very ordinary Buddhist Dharma Sutra, which makes no sense!

Could it be that the Buddha nature is not enough, and people who are not high in wisdom cannot see the picture inside?

Fahai thought about this, only felt that the sunlight outside the window was a little dazzling, Fahai looked up and found that the sky was already daylight, and the sun was rising.

Fahai patted his robe, put away the comic book and put it in his cuffs, and got up to go out for a walk.

Last night, the abbot drove himself away with a wave of his hand, and then started his fan interaction meeting, so the night passed, and I don't know how the abbot's multi-person interactive activities were carried out.

Fahai walked out of the door excitedly, and before he could stand firmly, he saw a group of female donors, all of whom were dressed in different ways, some in white plain dresses, some in blue dresses with fairy yarn, some in pure blue skirts and white robes, and one in pure blue fairy skirts.

Fahai has an understanding of the rules of Cihang Jingzhai, as a three-hundred-year-old sect, Cihang Jingzhai is the same as the ordinary Xiuzhen sect, divided into personal disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, miscellaneous disciples, among which the white simple short skirt is a miscellaneous servant, the white pure bottom long skirt is the outer disciple, the blue cuffs are the inner disciple, and the pure blue fairy dress is a fairy dress, can this be said to be a personal inheritance?

There is only one disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, and that is the senior sister of Cihang Jingzhai, but this early in the morning, the senior sister of Cihang Jingzhai brought a large number of people to block my door, what do these female hooligans want to do!

Want to insult me?

Thinking of this, Fahai carefully glanced at the senior sister among the female hooligans, if she was indecent, was she qualified enough?

Fahai didn't care about this, and in the next moment, Fahai took a step back.

At a glance, the senior sister's hands are like soft wattles, her skin is like clotted fat, her head is like a moth eyebrow, she is smiling, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it......

Beauty, isn't this nonsense? Senior Sister Cihang Jingzhai, the person in charge of appearance, in this country where women compete fiercely, how can they serve the public without giving birth to the country and the city?

It's just that this beauty makes Fahai's heart tremble and his hands tremble.

She, she gave birth to the girl who fell in love with Ananda in the comic books, is exactly the same!

At this moment, Fahai faintly had a bad feeling, that book, that book is a book of prophecy? Its rough painting style rarely appeared a girl's delicate facial features, and these facial features appeared alive in front of me, could it be that she is that girl, I am Ananda?

Impossible!

Fahai's heart was in turmoil, and when he faced the place, the senior sister's voice was ethereal, "Little master, why don't you dare to look up at me?