The heavy wooden door slowly opened with a muffled sound, and an old monk with two feet of long eyebrows suddenly came into Liu Boqin's eyes, dressed in a seemingly broken robe, the pulp was spotlessly washed, and the wisps of Buddha's light that were invisible to the naked eye flashed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info stepped barefoot on the ground, a pair of eyes flashed with the brilliance of wisdom, without the slightest abruptness, some just went with the flow.

"Master! I went down to the mountains to play, I didn't want to rise and lost my way, I saw that there was a temple here, I came to inquire, and I hope that the master will give advice. In front of the door, Liu Boqin clenched his fists with both hands and bowed slightly, and the words in his mouth were lightly spit out, without the slightest disrespect.

"The donor is serious, the poor monk is dusty, is the host of this Lanruo Temple, the donor can come is fate, if the donor does not dislike, please follow the poor monk into the story?"

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, master, please!" Hearing Chen's words, Liu Boqin's face flashed a smile, for a person who has lived alone for a long time, even if it is an old monk who participates in Zen and enlightenment, it is a blessing to have someone to talk to, and there is a trace of joy in Liu Boqin's heart for the arrival of Chen.

"Donor, please!" Monk Lichen, his thin arm stretched out from the shabby monk's robe, shook his fingers, and then led the way and led Liu Boqin to the temple.

The gentle mountain breeze blew, and the gate of the temple, which had not yet been closed, suddenly shook and creaked. Maybe this sound fell into the ears of Monk Chen, but he didn't have the slightest sign of turning back, he just walked forward indifferently, not talking to Liu Boqin for a few words.

As Liu Boqin and Lichen turned around the corner, their figures disappeared. The fallen leaves on the ground in front of the gate rippled, and although there was no wind, the rustling sound was like a long snake swimming under the cover of the fallen leaves.

In a moment, an arm-thick tendrils came out of the ground, slowly closed the wide open wooden door, rolled up the deadbolt that fell to the side, and inserted it, and the next moment the roots were gone, as if nothing had happened before, only the temple door that should have been opened was closed at this time.

"It's really interesting!" The corners of Liu Boqin's mouth twitched slightly: "I don't think there is a little demon in this Lanruo Temple, but there is not the slightest cold demonic aura, but the breath of the pure spirit, like a fairy, but unfortunately it has not yet transformed!"

The breeze blew gently, and under the huge locust tree that stood in the Lanruo Temple, Liu Boqin and Lichen sat opposite each other, and among the two was a somewhat mottled stone table, on which was a teapot made of clay, two wooden cups, and the cup also exuded hot tea, everything was extraordinarily indifferent, close to the rhythm of nature.

When he was young, Lichen pulled out a roll of quaint bamboo slips from the sleeves of his monk's robe, which was glowing with jade-colored luster and wisps of gold.

Seeing the bamboo slips in Chen's hand, Liu Boqin suddenly felt a compassionate aura of Buddhism, and his face changed slightly, this is a true scripture, which has the true meaning of Buddhism, if you can understand it thoroughly, you can embark on the road of Buddhist cultivation.

"The kid has always liked to listen to the Buddha and the Taoist scriptures, and today I have this fate, and I hope that the master can allow me to listen to the master's chanting!" Liu Boqin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and shrouded in the shade of the tree, suddenly spoke.

For Liu Boqin, he didn't have the slightest idea of doing things behind closed doors in his heart, since he was able to listen to the Demon Sutra before, how could he not listen to this Buddhist Sutra today, if he had the opportunity to listen to the Taoist Sutra one day, it would be regarded as a kind of cultivation.

"Amitabha! The donor is serious, and the Buddha is destined to be a person. Today's benefactor can come here is a destined person of my Buddhism, and the poor monk will naturally not refuse. Under the shade of the tree, Lichen put the ancient scripture in his hand on the stone table in front of him, and said with his hands together.

The string that tied the bamboo slips was untied, and the bamboo slips were spread out by the dust, and Liu Boqin saw those few bronzing words, which is the name of this volume of Buddhist scriptures - "Dizang Bodhisattva Wish Sutra".

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the immeasurable world of the ten directions, it cannot be said that all the Buddhas, and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva, all came to gather・・・・・・" Under the shade of the tree, the Buddha's voice in the dust mouth was lightly spitted, but it reverberated in this huge Lanruo Temple, and the Buddha beads in his hand were gently plucked, swinging the true meaning of the Buddha's way.

As the scriptures were spit out from the dusty mouth, Liu Boqin's Dao Zhong Ming in the sea of knowledge suddenly echoed, stirring up ripples in the calm sea of knowledge and setting off the brilliance of feelings.

The next moment, the Dharma Shadow sitting in the middle of the sea of knowledge, a pair of closed Dharma eyes slowly opened at this time, only to see a few traces of black marks the size of a hair on its spread giant palm, that is the scar left by the Demon Shadow, the Demon Shadow slashed out the magic knife, tore Liu Boqin's body apart, and also left a scar in the Law Phase, even at this moment Liu Boqin still has not erased it.

The crystal Dao bell buzzed softly, and the pieces of scriptures on it were glowing, the martial arts were as red as fire, and the demon path was as black as eternal night, and at this time, a wisp of gold slowly rose, and with the scriptures in the dust mouth spit out, the words were printed on the Dao bell, and a ray of Buddha light appeared, as gentle as the rising sun.

As the Buddha's light became more and more prosperous, the demon pattern cut out by the demon shadow above Liu Boqin's law phase had a trace of convergence, but it was still tenaciously branded on the law phase, and it still took time to get rid of it all.

Peaceful times always pass quickly, and the day ends in the conversation between Chenchen and Liu Boqin, who has eaten vegetarian food, has returned to the house that Chen arranged for him.

The moon shines high in the sky, and the stars converge into a galaxy that crosses the sky for a day, flowing into the distance, and I don't know how much time has passed in the surging and how many marks have been washed away.

As the sun set and the moon rose, most of the beasts were already asleep, but a different scene appeared in the mountains and forests. Dao Dao Yuehua, under the traction, like a horse like a train hanging down from the sky, some as thin as a hair, only a strand of crystal, some like a waterfall across the sky.

Among these many scenes, the most attractive thing for Liu Boqin is only the two moons condensed into a match. One of them is the size of a zhang, like a pillar of heaven hanging from the sky, it is the king of this radius of a hundred miles, and the rest of the scene is inconspicuous in front of it, but Liu Boqin sees a trace of darkness in it, it is not demonic energy, but evil energy.

The other one was close to Liu Boqin, only to see that the hanging moonlight was like flowing water into the giant locust in the Lanruo Temple, although the speed of absorbing the moonlight was not fast, but it was very pure.

Looking at this scene, Liu Boqin secretly said in his heart: "This old locust tree seems to have some chances, the cultivation method is not like other demon beasts, it has a certain inheritance, otherwise its mana cannot be so pure, knowing that refining the moonlight absorbed by oneself is not in its quantity, but in its quality." ”