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Lu Yan's knock on the door was inaudible, and naturally no one answered.

The snow on Zen Mountain is getting heavier and heavier, and even the temple gate is becoming very smooth.

The villagers were already tired of knocking, and at this time they were just resting, and a few people raised their heads, looked at Lu Yan, and sighed. I want to persuade you, and then I think it's better to try it, maybe I'll open it?

Naive.

I won't open it if I try it a hundred times.

Ning Hongdou also came over at this time, they didn't know that the Tzu Chi Temple had been closed, and the surrounding area was full of trembling villagers, hundreds of people, everyone thought they knew, but they didn't believe in evil.

Hua Pingjiao looked at the closed door: "Knock hard, it is said that the Buddhas are all deaf, chanting too much, and their ears are not good." ”

Lu Yan was a little troubled.

Then the bellflower directly stepped forward a few steps, raised his hand and smashed on the door, and the huge slamming sound was louder than the sum of five or six crop men. The bellflower has long been frozen and can't stand it, and when it comes up, it exerts its strength to eat, and it doesn't think about politeness or impoliteness at all, and it's about to faint from hunger, who can take care of those vulgar etiquette.

The piercing sound of slamming the door couldn't even absorb the wind and snow, and it went directly into the depths of the temple.

Chen Yusheng put his ear to the temple door, as if to confirm whether there were footsteps inside.

The result surprised Ning Hongdou.

Such a smashing door can sink into the sea.

Of course, the stone sank into the sea, and Huaizang had issued an order to close the mountain, which disciple who didn't open his eyes dared to go over and open the door?

Spring night got down from Ning Hongdou's back, and also walked to the side of the gate, grabbed the crack in the door and said: "The monks of this temple are really deaf, such a loud knock on the door, can't you hear it?"

After all, Guan Zhiheng was once the senior brother of the Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder Pavilion, and he spoke in a measured manner: "Will they all enter the meditation and practice? The snowy night is long, and it is a good time to participate in meditation and enlightenment." ”

"Hmph. ”

At this time, even Ning Hongdou snorted coldly: "It's not a dead pass, your ears can still hear the sound, I'm afraid that someone will hear it but pretend not to hear it." ”

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

The snow lapped on his cheeks, and it hurt.

The common people are the most ordinary croppers, they can be cold and afraid of freezing, and they definitely can't be compared with cultivators like Ning Hongdou. Especially those women and little dolls, they had already been frozen, shivering up and down, and even the strength to stomp back and forth was almost gone. Coupled with this snow for no reason, I really want to die.

Lu Youwei is the village head of the Lu family village, so he naturally wants to stand up at this time, but there is not much he can do, so he has to try his best to beckon everyone to the gate of Tzu Chi Temple. People are next to each other, people are crowded with people, and everyone is gathered together to keep warm. The young man stood on the outside, and the old man and the little doll stood on the inside, leaning on the closed gate and the cold high wall, and finally felt a little better.

It's really just a little bit.

Lu Yan was still standing in the middle of the gate at this time, knocking on the door in a low voice, and said uncontrollably: "Master, please open the door, I want to do a ritual for my sister, I want my sister to go to the Elysium, please......"

The more the bellflower listened, the more upset she became, and she grabbed Lu Yan: "Don't ask for it, these Buddha cultivators are all kind and cold-hearted, and the Buddha cultivators have all cultivated to the dog's stomach, and what kind of Pudu sentient beings, I think it's a trick to deceive people." ”

Ning Hongdou sighed: "My master said that Buddhist cultivation attaches the most importance to cause and effect, and it is estimated that the monks in this temple are afraid of cause and effect." ”

To open the door is to welcome the calamity in.

To close the door is to ignore the world.

This choice.

Sophisticated enough.

Hua Kikyo was angry, and pulled out his wooden knife, and the back of the knife smashed directly on the door.

Every knife can be sent far and wide, and the sound of the slap is like a slap in the face.

Guan Zhiheng stood next to Hua Pingtong, and finally couldn't stand it: "The master of Tzu Chi Temple, I am Guan Zhiheng of Youzhou Earth Fire Wind Thunder Pavilion, and I am also a cultivator, I hope the master can open a convenient door." ”

The villagers were not allowed to enter.

The same way is not allowed to enter, dead silence.

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he held his hands in his arms, motionless, and there was a monk wearing a jujube red robe beside him, bowing his head slightly: "Senior Brother Abbot, really don't open the door? It's better to close the mountain tomorrow!"

Huaizang shook his head.

Jujube red robe: "I'm worried that these knocks on the door will become the heart disease of the disciples, and they can't talk about it anymore after saving the suffering, I'm afraid this heart disease will become a demonic obstacle for their future cultivation, and it will be even more difficult to break through it!"

Huaizang sighed: "I know all this, but I can't push our Tzu Chi Temple into the abyss of the sea of blood because of this, this group of people outside is stained with blood, and letting them in will definitely bring death to the temple." Do you know why our Tzu Chi Temple has been standing for hundreds of years?

"Learn to hide. ”

"Know how to avoid. ”

"Always think that there are still hundreds of Buddhist disciples in the temple, and we can't let the children die. ”

Jujube red robe, after listening to this, I knew that it was impossible to dissuade Huaizang, so I had to say: "Then I will arrange for someone to go to the gate to talk, let them all go, it is pointless to wait for a long time, find another way out as soon as possible, don't freeze to death outside the gate, it will be ugly." ”

Huaizang nodded, waved his hand, and agreed.

Soon.

Ning Hongdou heard a sound of broken footsteps: "Someone is coming." ”

Ning Hongdou's words were not loud, but they directly made the old people next to him cry with joy, and even some old people had already chanted: "Sincerity is spirituality, the masters of Tzu Chi Temple have been moved by us, we have help." ”

That's what the words say.

And then.

The people who approached the gate heard a young novice's immature voice: "Donor, please don't knock on the door again, the senior brother has already told you that our Tzu Chi Temple has been closed to welcome guests, and we can't open the door." ”

Ning Hongdou frowned, stood in front of the door, and tried his best to soften his words: "The master of Tzu Chi Temple, it is a lot of offense to disturb in the middle of the night, and we apologize in advance for the inconvenience caused to the masters. If there is a way, everyone is not willing to trouble our Tzu Chi Temple, you see that the wind and snow are so big, even if the mountain is closed, it will be convenient for everyone. ”

Xiao Shami: "I'm sorry, the closure of the mountain is the closure of the mountain, and there is no way to do it." ”

Ning Hongdou: "No negotiable?"

Little Novice: "Not negotiable. ”

Ning Hongdou: "God has the virtue of a good life, cultivating Buddha is not like this, if you don't open the door, you will cultivate demons, and you will kill everyone outside the door." ”

Xiao Shami: "Our Tzu Chi Temple is just a small temple, I dare not compare with the heavens, the donor is serious." ”

What a sharp tooth and sharp mouth.

He is not very old, and he is very good at Zen language.

Ning Hongdou sighed in his heart: "I don't see my Buddha feeling pity, it's not dust covering Buddha's eyes......"

The Buddha on the mountainside was blindfolded.

At the top of the mountain, a small Taoist priest walked down, well, it is better to say that it is to walk, it is better to roll down, the road down the mountain is too slippery......