The next day, Dai Daojin washed up and came to the Lingta Hall again in gray clothes.

The red-robed monk still sat there with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't left all night.

Dai Daojin didn't speak, found a place to sit down, closed his eyes and waited.

After a while, the red-clothed monk opened his eyes, looked at Dai Daojin, stood up and said, "You come with me." So saying, he walked out of the temple.

Dai Daojin had to follow.

One big and one small, one after the other, it didn't take long to come to a palace.

The palace was very wide and heavily guarded, and the four middle-aged monks at the door, standing guards, their temples bulging high, and their eyes were faintly shining, but they were all masters.

Seeing the red-robed monks coming, the guards bowed to them.

The red-clothed monk nodded, raised his feet and walked into the main hall, Dai Daojin followed, there were no murals around the walls, and there were no Buddha statues, but there were tall bookshelves, and the bookshelves were stuffed with books and parchment scrolls.

Dai Dao Jin Xindao turned out to be a scripture hall.

He looked up, the top layer of this bookshelf was almost to the roof, about three zhang high, so many Buddhist scriptures with the sandalwood copper furnace in the center, exuding a sense of tranquility and peace.

In the scripture hall, Dai Daojin saw three old lamas who were about to die, sitting there with their eyes closed, exuding a rotten atmosphere.

Dai Daojin's spirit is strong, and any spiritual fluctuations can be reflected on the spiritual platform, and the spiritual fire of these three old lamas is crumbling, and there is a dead air on their bodies, and they are obviously characters who are about to sit down.

The red-clothed monk glanced at the three and did not disturb, and the three did not get up, obviously with a noble status.

The two walked to the oversized bookshelf, and the red-clothed monk said lightly: "The scriptures here are the most complete and complete in the whole of Tibet, and before you are ordained in three months, you will read these scriptures here carefully, and I will send someone to bring you food." ”

Dai Daojin nodded, and looked up at the scriptures and Buddhist scriptures that had almost 10,000 books.

The red-clothed monk turned and left, crisply and neatly.

Dai Daojin saw him off, his eyes were thoughtful, and he turned his head to look at the three motionless old lamas, and he didn't mean to go up to talk, so he walked to the corner of the bookshelf against the south wall and pulled out a book.

A slightly old book, with a Tibetan book on the cover, the book is spotless, and it is obvious that there are people here who clean it regularly, and these scriptures are also very well protected.

His mind was silent, his endless thoughts flowing, his eyes flashing, and he began to watch.

In the depths of his consciousness, endless thoughts converged into an endless ocean, and the words on this scripture were swept down by his lively spiritual power, deeply engraved in his mind, and he would never forget.

"Brush ...... Brush ......"

The sound of turning the pages of the book sounded, although the sound was soft, but it was still clearly audible in this silent scripture hall.

In this way, I kept turning the pages quickly, and kept pulling out the book and putting it back in.

His strange movements finally attracted the attention of the three old lamas, and the six eyes were fixed on him, Dai Daojin didn't care about them, and still "flipped" the scriptures.

The three old trumpets, although there was a look of surprise in their eyes, did not come up to disturb them, and the people brought by the adults naturally should not be speculated.

Dai Daojin calmed down, time passed quickly, and half a day passed in a flash, and someone brought lunch.

After lunch, Dai Daojin did not rush to read, but closed his eyes and meditated in the corner.

In his mind, the nearly 100 Buddhist scriptures he had read in the morning turned into a torrent of words, and in his spiritual consciousness, they gathered and merged, and the fire of endless wisdom collided out, and under the knowledge and comprehension accumulated over his several lifetimes, the Dharma contained in these 100 Buddhist scriptures was broken and crushed, and he thoroughly comprehended and became a part of himself.

Under the command, Dai Daojin comprehended the truth and wisdom in these Buddhist scriptures, obviously very quickly.

......

Half a month later, in the hall.

Dai Daojin sat cross-legged on the ground, tired of a thick layer of Buddhist scriptures on the left and right, and the two lamas in front of him waited, from time to time or bent down to pick up a stack of scriptures on the right and put them back in place, or took out the books from the bookshelf and put them on Dai Daojin's left.

It turned out that Dai Daojin thought that he had drawn the book by himself, and it was too troublesome after reading it, so he simply sat on the ground, called two lamas, and brought the book for him, and then put it back after he finished reading it.

In this way, the speed is much faster, and it also gives him a lot of strength.

When twilight came, there was a light in the scripture hall, but it was a strange stone inlaid on the roof, exuding a misty white light, which made the scripture hall appear in detail. The advantage of this is probably that the Buddhist scriptures in this sutra hall are too precious to be illuminated with open flames.

After Dai Daojin had dinner, he read until late at night, and then stopped.

He waved his hand and motioned for the two little lamas to go and rest.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and a tranquil and quiet temperament on his body slowly rose, his face was peaceful, his complexion was fair, and he had a solemn feeling of treasure in plain clothes, as if he thought that a high monk was sitting here, not a six- or seven-year-old child.

During this half-month, he read a total of 4,862 volumes of scriptures, which contained a variety of things, and as he read more and more scriptures, the deeper he understood the scriptures of Tibetan Buddhism, and the more great wisdom he comprehended.

Dai Daojin's mind was silent in the nebula, and his strong spiritual power slowly turned into endless thoughts, constantly comprehending and pondering, comprehending the scriptures, and as time passed, the peaceful taste on his body became stronger and stronger, and his face seemed to glow with a white light, and his skin was as transparent as jade.

The three old lamas next to him stared at Dai Daojin with wide eyes at this time, with an incredible look in their eyes.

In the past half a month, they have watched this child with their own eyes, flipping through the books casually, and now that they have obviously cultivated the Dharma and their spirituality has entered the hall, it really makes them a little dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

In the hearts of the three old lamas, not to mention themselves and others, they are the adults, and they have not reached this point at this age, and they are self-reliant.

The three of them glanced at each other, and a glimmer of light flashed in their cloudy old eyes, showing a smile, and also with a sense of relaxation, as if they were happy that the adults had this heir.

The three of them nodded slightly and communicated silently.

At this time, in the hall of the spiritual pagoda, the red-clothed monk sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

A lama in front of him was whispering something, listening carefully, but it was Dai Daojin's affairs in the scripture hall, every action, every expression, was put into the mouth by the lama, informing the red-clothed monk.

After speaking, the lama waited quietly for a while, and when he saw that the red-clothed monk had no instructions, he made a big bow and withdrew from the hall.

The hall was calm, except for the crackling sound of the oil candle as thick as a child's arm.

The white-clothed monk's white eyebrows moved slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared.