Chapter 175: The mountain gate is open to the air, and the two monks of Tieji Temple fight

The two temples in the Central Plains, the three Buddhas of the Western Regions, are regarded as the head of the monks in the world.

Since Gaoliang Temple self-sealed mountain gate, not only are there no fewer pilgrims, but more people come to worship the Buddha outside the four walls.

Only the sound of the bell on time can tell everyone that there is a temple within this high wall.

Perhaps the unintentional move of Gaoliang Temple has made people all over the world feel that these thousands of years of ancient temples are mysterious. Whether it's curiosity, or piety, or conformity, anyway, there are thousands of steps rubbing shoulders on the steps, and people come and go, endlessly. And full of praise, saying that the incense burning here is the most spiritual.

On the other hand, the Tieji Temple of Bushi Mountain, which is older than the age of Gaoliang Temple, although the mountain gate is wide open, the main hall is magnificent, and there are many pilgrims, but the monks of Tieji Temple know that the temple has become more and more "deserted" in the past two years, and the pilgrims are nearly half less than before.

Not only are the pilgrims scarce, but the monks are also sick and dead. It seems that this illusory luck really exists. No matter how hard Abbot Wuren tries, he still can't change his destiny.

On this day, a long-eyebrow monk carried a small temple and walked to the mending stone mountain step by step. It's just that the distance is too far for anyone to see.

The second courtyard of Tieji Temple greeted the pilgrims and walked out of a person, middle-aged posture, monk robes and monks, and a peaceful atmosphere. It is the second-generation disciple Kongping, who is not too old and has a lot of seniority. Walk in one direction and take care of yourself.

Three miles outside the temple, empty and flat to welcome guests.

"Amitabha, Kongping has seen the Buddha. Kuhei folded his hands together.

The long-eyebrow monk was also polite, slowly put down the "temple" on his back, folded his hands and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk is at ease, and he returned the salute to the master." ”

This monk from the Western Regions is tall, and when he bows and bows back, he is as tall as Kongping.

Kong Ping smiled gently: "I have heard that the three living Buddhas of the Western Regions have long heard that 'one monk, one temple is one door' is a great free Buddha in the world, and the little monk admires it." ”

The long-eyebrow monk said: "The ascetic monk walks in the world and has roots in his heart. ”

After a pause, he said piously: "The Iron Rooster Temple is like a rootless duckweed, and it has been taught." Amitabha. ”

After that, Kongping got out of the way, stretched out his hand and said, "Master, please." ”

The long-eyed monk picked up the small temple again and walked towards the Tieji Temple. From a distance, it seems to be moving in the same direction, but up close, every step is solid and steady.

There were hundreds of pilgrims in the second courtyard, and they were soon attracted by this strange monk, and they all came out to see this strange monk inside and outside the temple. Or Kongping persuaded everyone to find a way, so that the great monk went straight to the bottom of the mending stone mountain.

Pilgrims occasionally saw monks running up and down on this steep and sky-high mending stone mountain, and they were shocked, but this strange big monk, walking down the mountain, did not have the slightest intention of putting down the small temple on his back, didn't he want to carry a house up?

How is this possible? Could it be that he climbed up with his two long eyebrows tied to the small temple? Wouldn't it become a juggling of the rivers and lakes.

Just as people were whispering, the Buddha had already come to the side of the mountain, carrying the eaves with his left hand, using his hands and feet together, and began to climb the mountain. The big hand grasped the bare mountain, and there was nowhere to borrow strength, but it grasped firmly, and he took two steps under his feet and moved his hand.

It's like he walks the world, neither fast nor slow. It's the same way to go up the mountain, not in a hurry.

The spectators at the foot of the mountain retreated like a tide, for fear that the small temple would fall and hit themselves. The crowd pointed at the monk, and the whispers turned into loud noises, and finally the voices of the people were boiling. The long-eyebrow monk only looked up at the "road" in front of him, his face was full of wind and frost, wrinkles and ravines, but his eyes were extremely resolute.

The good deeds looked up and saw that their necks were aching and unbearable, and they didn't see the small temple falling. Few people with great perseverance, seeing the sunset, out of sight, slowly left, still unfinished, presumably the monk has entered the clouds.

This monk really never sleeped, climbed for a day and a night, and the next morning dawned, before climbing to the top of the mountain.

The long-eyebrow monk put the "temple" of the big free door on the square brick floor, without blowing half a cent of dust.

The morning sun reflected the sea of clouds at his feet.

Under the sea of clouds is the red dust world, and there is a little candle flame in the darkness. The sea of clouds is the pure land of Buddhism, and the green smoke wafts in the golden yellow.

The monk did not rest his tired body, did not enjoy the magnificent beauty of the world, and even the golden top of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, entrenched on the roof, with a pair of antlers on its head, will be transformed into a dragon The black worm only let the monk glance at it.

Then put his eyes straight into the main hall, my Buddha's golden body, the right hand seal, the ten thousand ghosts and soul cones, is between the Buddha's fingers.

The Great Freedom Buddha stared at the small vertebrae for a long time, he was originally born in the Central Plains, and when he was a teenager, he was called Bao Chan, and when he was less than ten years old, he followed his master to the Western Regions for an ascetic journey, and the master passed away two years later. After seeing the body of the master buried in front of him, Hou Baochan walked alone in the Western Regions, deeply educated by the Buddhism of the Western Regions, doing countless good deeds, punishing countless evils, and accumulating countless virtues.

It was also learned in the Western Regions classics that there were ten thousand ghost soul cones that blocked tens of thousands of wandering souls, and they were buried deep underground by their predecessors. However, this thing is too heavy, and the karma is difficult to collect, and it will definitely consume unparalleled luck and be a disaster. Therefore, he made a grand wish, he must find it and save the common people, and this search is the two jiazi.

Huang Tian lived up to the ascetic, and today he finally saw it.

"Knock ......" a ripple reminds the Buddha of great freedom.

A burly old monk, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a wide coat, high sleeves, a short placket, and a cast iron eyebrow stick, the ripple was sent by the old monk's eyebrow stick.

The old monk is the master of the Arhat Hall, the enlightened Arhat.

Luohan Hall cultivates martial arts, and a little monk once secretly asked the master how high the kung fu of Wuhui Master and Uncle Zu was, and the answer he got was only four words: not weak abbot.

It's just that at this time, Wuhui Arhat's face was pale, his eyelids were blue with iron, and he seemed to be terminally ill, relying on his profound skills to support a pair of skins without falling.

The long-eyebrow monk took two steps forward and kowtowed to the Daxiong Treasure Hall three times. Then he got up and strode forward.

Wuhui Arhat lifts the stick, and the iron rope crosses the river.

Almost at the same time, the red dust jumped out, and the two monks disappeared in an instant.

The eyebrow short stick bends in one move, folds in two moves, and breaks in three moves.

After three moves, the two monks knew it in their hearts, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

Da Zizi is tall, and a big hand can cover the front chest of ordinary people. Wu Hui's arms are thick, and his full arms bulge out of muscles.

The two long eyebrows of the monk of the Western Regions were like gray and white flowing fire, jumping out of agility. The eight immortals of Buddhism of the monks of the Central Plains do not make heavy moves, as if Dongbin is drunk and Zhongli is reincarnated.

The two of them walked around the wide square in the dark, stepping on the straight cliff as if walking on the ground.

It took a day and a night for the Buddha to climb the mountain, and he was pushed down by Wuhui Arhat without half a cup of tea, and after a while, he hit the top of the mountain with Wuhui. I don't know how many times I went back and forth.

A small stone on the mountain fell with the two of them, but by the time the stone fell to the ground, the two monks had already hit the ground from the top of the mountain, and back from the ground.

Looking at it from a distance, I only saw that the blue sky and white jade pillar were torn up and down from time to time, as if the silk thread of the Tao was wrapped around the Ruyi stick, it was difficult to defeat the Buddha in the Iron Chicken Temple, and the sea god Tie had the spirit to pierce the sky?

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