Why is it that the same Buddha is the son, but the gap is so big...

Everyone was full of slander, and at the same time they were envious, they couldn't help but be depressed.

This is a prick idea for anyone to see, just like a boundless mountain in front of you, which can't be turned around.

You can only find out which way the gods have the skill of moving mountains, and show their magical powers.

"The art of moving mountains is not about moving mountains. But the mountain can't come, so I'll pass. ”

Which immortal is not eight-faced? Which immortal will not shirk some chicken soup and hemp to turn the world upside down? Do some good sales in front of the mountain, mountain

After buying a good deal.

The so-called predecessors planted trees, later generations cut down trees, predecessors dug wells, later generations filled in the flats, burned harps to cook cranes, cows chewed peonies and other great regrets that do not know regrets

Numerous. Throughout the ages, there have been millions of monks, and there have been few Buddhas seeking enlightenment.

Therefore, when a monk is alive in the world, he meditates and recites sutras, and he can learn the Dharma beyond the bounds. After all, a day of food and clothing, occasional incense, already

Middle-class work. But you have to envy the young Buddha who is in the prime of life, but he is also confused enough.

I also have to weigh how many Buddhist scriptures I can eat and debate, and I can resist a few Zen sticks with the hard mat, ears and temples.

There are people who are confused, but there are many of them today.

Who can be confused enough to think that he is a Buddha, maybe he really has the appearance of a disaster like water. But don't forget, the Buddha is not gold

Body, most of the Buddha statues are made of mud straw under the colorful colors.

Colorful robes, pure gold staffs, a pink lotus on the forehead, lips and teeth, this appearance is even better than that of Brother Yifo, coinciding with snowflakes

Brushing by, the smile is blooming, like a flower blooming.

If you want to live like a spring breeze in the heart of a girl, everything will think about you. Winter is bleak, not to mention the old leaves of the tree you think.

"Isn't this a Duobao Buddha, one thought of condensing the North Zhouyuntai Waterfall, and then thinking of the reverse flow. It is rumored that he is a lover monk and is favored by the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty

Offerings, often in and out of the harem, I don't know whether it's true or not" The girls gossiped one after another, with peach blossoms in their eyes.

Most of the men were jealous, and the monks were even more indignant. A demon monk, full of words, yin chaos harem, bewitching all beings.

But there are also insiders who disdain, because he is the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he became a monk at the age of six just to help his mother repay his vows for 20 years

His father created Buddhas, created idols, plundered faith, and was admired by all the people. Shunshui stayed away from the whirlpool when he was young, and watched again after the crown ceremony

It says. is called a monk, but in fact it is full of royalty.

Although the squirting is squirrel, the children of the anointing sorghum must always have a few beautiful leaves to cover their bodies.

He took the silk sleeve at the top of the pure gold staff and threw it to a northern Qi guard beside him as a reward. A round peach-sized droop appeared

The pearl of thorns is like putting the bright moon in the sky on the staff, and it can shine faintly and softly in thousands of ever-bright lights

Just.

The Northern Qi Wei looked dreamy, touched the terrifying. The look is exquisite and brilliant, and the feel is gorgeous and virtual reality that has never been touched in life.

It really felt like a dream.

Yifo just slowly stepped down his robe and sat on his shoulders, the snowflakes were still falling, and they melted like dew on his body, and a rare smile appeared again.

Silent, like an ascetic who is humiliated and has no sorrow or resentment.

Duobao Buddha: "According to the Buddha, since you say that the Buddha has no appearance and has appearance, and that everything is in the eyes and hearts of all beings, then I am in your eyes and hearts."

What is it?"

Yifo: "It's a Buddha..."

Yifo looked up at the stars in the night sky, his eyes were hazy, as if he was avoiding the softest and most rigid light, and he replied with great reverence.

Duobao Buddha: "It seems that you have admitted it, but in my eyes, you are like a fake monk who lives by cheating on fate." ”

Yifo still smiled and stargazed, silent.

The Buddha was even more proud, dancing and posing in a self-righteous and chic posture, and was about to spit out ivory.

"Disciple, come down!"

The old voice has a magical charm, which is direct to people's hearts and makes it impossible to refuse.

"Master, I will defend the Buddha and bring his head back to the Northern Qi Dynasty, and hang it under the Spring Thunder God Tree, showing the boundless Buddhism of my Enryaku Temple"

The Buddha has forgotten.

"Get down!"

The old monk said angrily with a red face. The magical charm in the voice is still the abbot of Enryakuji Temple, the royal temple of the Northern Zhou Dynasty

Teacher, a collection of tens of millions of beliefs in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, is the general existence of the "Buddha" of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

The Duobao Buddha was extremely reluctant, but his body couldn't help twisting and fell beside Zen Master Yayoi.

"People say that you are a Buddha, but you say that they are wandering false monks, and you are born from the heart, and you have been defeated. ”

The "Duobao Buddha", who was very good-looking, instantly meditated there, and seemed to think that this was the correct answer, and his expression was in a trance.

This Buddha, he was calculated from the beginning, and the moment he took off his robe, the trap was closed, and I couldn't help myself

The Lord is the eighth king in the urn.

"Hmph! I don't know shame, the flower of rice grains, and I dare to ridicule Haoyue. The first ancient fire of the Martial Buddha Hall sneered, and his expression was even worse.

"The Buddha should cross people, not be gilded. "The first ancient ceremony of the Buddha Hall made up a knife in time. The voice was extremely soft, but there was silence in this moment

It's still very harsh.

Duobao Buddha came to his senses, the whites of his eyes were blue, and he was extremely resentful in the lips and teeth of his face.

"What's wrong with a genius, it's called a genius if you can grow up, if you have an accident or are killed by mistake, you have to go to the coffin. ”

"Those who are not afraid of my Buddha, just come. ”

Gu Huo rebuked angrily, and his body was blazing with fire. Without saying a word, the case was slapped, and the palm of the palm flashed red, and the name of the wood

Expensive cases are as black as carbon.

Gu Li was not in a hurry, but went to the neighbor's seat to borrow a pot of wine, and slowly poured it from the mouth of the pot, without letting go of a single drop.

"Duobao Buddha, you don't need to go backwards to the Northern Zhou Waterfall with your thoughts, this pot of wine can be recovered for this seat. ”

The wine soaked in the snow and struggled a few times, as if there was nowhere to escape, but to slowly freeze the corpse.

Gu Huo sneered, raised his hand at will, and the red fire swept in, and in an instant the snow melted into the shape of a wine bowl, and the wine was inside

Boiling, given a new life by the ancient fire, seems to be laughing at the indifference of the Duobao Buddha, waiting for his thought to flow back.

"Although I am a monk, but I am also a prince, the royal spirit of not collecting water is still there, chanting scriptures, spending money is, this wine is, just

The words spoken are even more. ”

"Old guy, don't shoot the monk and don't shoot the case, don't melt the snow into a bowl, let me tell you, this time the beam is bigger. ”

Soaring people always say something arrogant and beautiful, and so does the Buddha of the Great Treasure.

At this moment, the ancient fire was already full of flames, and the fiery red hair seemed to be burning, and he stretched out a claw, and the flames went straight to Duo

The treasure Buddha comes.

The monks of Enryakuji Temple set up a magic circle, and the Northern Zhou Wei also brushed out a variety of snow-white blades, protecting Master Yayoi and the Buddha in the center.

Embattled.

"Slow... The old man is rich in the snowy region, and he wants to mediate one or two, how about it?"

A few sounds rose from the ground like a thunderbolt, almost piercing everyone's eardrums, and then raised their eyes to find the source of the thunder, only to see an old monk's forehead and cheeks, big

The nose is small and the eyes are small, the facial features are weird, the red monk's robe is one color, the white hair is short and hard like a steel needle, and the left and right arms are each set of eight golden wheels. body

Fa was so enchanting that no one could see when he was standing on the largest rosette.

Abbot Guhai looked at this person, frowned slightly, thoughtful, but did not speak.

And the master just squinted at him and continued to mess around. But there are not many people present who deserve this old guy's slanted glance

Many, half a palm can be counted. Of course I'm one too.

"Who are you? Why do you mediate for my Enryakuji Temple? Are you qualified?"

Duobao Buddha didn't buy it, but he was gently pulled back by Zen Master Yayoi, and he didn't experience the wonderful drama he starred in, and he was indignant

Already.

"You can't beat anyone who can't beat him. I wonder if the Buddha is satisfied with this answer?"

Fu Lou clasped his hands together, quickly and slowly, as if repeated thousands of times in an instant, and a circle of light suddenly appeared, like the immobility of three heads and six arms

King Ming.

"If there is a conflict today, it will definitely be you who will suffer from Enryakuji Temple. The old man did this for your sake. The old man suffered when he was young

Okay, I met your holy monk of Enryakuji Temple under the thunder god tree in the spring of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he enlightened me and remember it to this day. Listen to the words of the Holy Heavenly Monk,

Better than my hundred-year-old dry Zen. But to this day, your Enryakuji Temple is also in decline, and there is no trace of enlightenment. This time, it can be regarded as a return to the saint

The wish of the Celestial Monk. After all, you always owe someone else, and in the end, you have to pay back with your life. ”

Zen Master Yayoi shook his head and sighed, powerless to refute. Enryakuji Temple came into his hands, but it really declined. Just like his master, the Holy Heavenly God Monk

said that he had a mediocre understanding all his life, but he was outstanding in the way of flattery. Collect money and expand the temple, and offer the upper and lower none

Although it seems to be extremely brilliant, it has gradually fallen into the hands of the royal family, and the world is no longer extraordinary. more

Sensei said that the prince was in vain, not to mention the stubborn rouge, and his behavior was even more evil and perverse, deviant, and everyone in the Northern Zhou Dynasty was polite

He is afraid of him, he is afraid of him, he respects him on the surface, and secretly despises him to the extreme, and he will always suffer a great loss outside. In their own dark room

The flowers that grow can't see the sun and fire outside after all. Besides, this is a flower in the dark room, it's just a poppy, wow, flattering

If you don't see others, you can only flatter me with a clear conscience. I was sad again and again, and I was still addicted to him again and again, and I couldn't help myself

Pull out. With such disciples, the previous life must have offended the Bodhisattva.

"Yifo, the old man has a total of sixteen golden wheels, you are a junior, I only have four wheels, how about taking me four wheels?"

"Good!"

Both of them are high-spirited, although they have few words, they sympathize with each other, and they don't seem to want to just go through the motions.

Fu Lou's ten fingers like an eagle's hook quickly hooked, forming a complex mark, flying up in an instant, condensing about three feet above the ground, flesh

The body is clanging, and it is under the pressure of telekinesis.

Although it is three feet high, it also needs to raise its head to watch, which is also the distance between mortals and gods, and three feet above the head is really a god.

Everyone was shocked, and the "unruly boys" exclaimed in surprise, impossible, this rich building's body is really golden

Stone casting is not possible. Only those who have tried to lift their breath and fly will know how painful and difficult it is.

"The Buddha blesses me and I will not move!"

Yi Buddha also recited the Dharma name, and a golden bell covered the whole body, and it was instantly covered with scriptures, which seemed to be solid and calm. It's like in the wind and waves

Proud Shore Rock.

With a finger of anger, Fu Lou's movements were as fast as lightning, and it seemed that everything was completed in a single thought. The four rings of the golden wheel hit the bell like a bead,

Resounded in Haotian, regretting people's hearts.

Wheel up;

Wheel falls;

Wheel Slashing;

Reincarnation;

Fluctuations are like waves, one after another, and finally calm.

Thousands of ever-bright lights are extinguished, and the golden bell of the Buddha is completely gone, motionless, and the dark humanoid silhouette is scattered without any thoughts, such as

Dead and dusty.

The monks of the mountain temple lit the lanterns again, and their movements were anxious and flustered. Looking at the Buddha who was gradually becoming clearer, his expression was apprehensive.

The corners of Yifo's mouth were bleeding, but the fire in his eyes was still raging, he gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and subconsciously wiped it on the robe, and the robe was even more

Add bright red.