When Su Yuelin was full of reluctance to embark on his return journey, the triennial opening of the Dragon Gate in the Great Zhou was in full swing at this time! Scholars from all over the world gathered together and raced with thousands of sails! It is still unknown who will come out on top. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind this calm, there is a breeze blowing from the north to the Kyushu mainland, and the wind and clouds will move. The world has been peaceful for too long, so long that people in the world don't know what armor is. This is a catastrophe, not a catastrophe, but a famine.

Su Yuelin and the three of them rode back to the north on fast horses, and they did not dare to stop in the slightest under the stars! On the seventh day of the trip, on this day, Su Yuelin stopped his horse and turned around and asked: Where is the place ahead?

Red Sleeves also stopped, looked at it, took out the map again, and compared it, "Ahead is the Northern Xiongguan Chaos Xiongguan, after this pass, it will not be far from home!"

"Chaoxiong, good name!Is it a disturbing hero, or a hero in troubled times?" Su Yuelin smiled! "Speed up, I'll rest in Chaoxiong Pass today!"

The three horses are like arrows, straight into the mountains. The wind rises in the north, the north moves, and the world moves.

In the south of Kyushu, there is a mountain Linli water, the mountain name is ten thousand Buddhas, there is a temple on the mountain, the temple name is not phased. This temple has been inherited for 300 years, although the incense has not been broken, but it is also down. Pavilions and pavilions, seriously damaged, leak when it rains, more than 10 old and young monks in the temple.

It is said that it is the old and the young, in fact, there is only one small in the temple, and the others are mostly old monks, who are very old, although there are many inconveniences in life, but there is no sprinkling and sweeping people in the temple!

There is no other reason, the incense in this temple is not continued, and the monks in the temple have become a problem to eat, where is the extra money to do this and that.

The little monk is a disciple of the abbot of the temple, about 7 or 8 years old, born with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain! This is the inheritance of incense in the temple. In fact, this child was picked up by the host at the bottom of the mountain, and I heard that he was put in a wooden basin, put it in the water, and went down the river, and it happened that the old monk was carrying water at the bottom of the mountain, so he picked it up and went to the temple.

This matter was spread in the temple, and some great monks speculated, saying that now this Buddha is in the middle of the road, and the scriptures are not obvious. This son came downstream, to this Buddha Mountain and did not move forward, is a God-given Buddha, so this Dharma name is also called God-given. This has become a good story.

The old abbot worked hard all his life in the temple, but where did he raise a child? Fortunately, there was a family next to this temple, a middle-aged couple, who had never had an heir, so they adopted him as a righteous son.

The child grew to the age of six or seven, and the monastery was full of hope that he would study the Buddhist scriptures.

However, it backfired, and although the child was diligent, he had no understanding. The Buddhist scriptures are remembered today and forgotten tomorrow. Born to be unresponsive, it is difficult for someone to explain the meaning of the meaning. Although this little novice is stupid, he is diligent, filial, and polite.

Today, the old abbot of the temple called the little novice again, and the little novice was learning to sing the scriptures with the senior brother in the temple! This senior brother is the best person in the temple to sing the scriptures, and this little novice also likes to listen to it, but he can't understand it.

"Tianci, the host called you! Wait in the scripture room!" the master smiled and waved his hand to signal Tianci to go quickly.

Tianci nodded and got up from the ground, ignoring the ashes on his clothes, and went straight to the passage room.

"Master, what do you want me to do?" the little novice pushed the door and entered, and saw the old monk who was reciting the sutra with his eyes closed behind the door. He scratched his head, walked around to the old monk and sat down cross-legged. The old monk didn't open his eyes, he just stared at the old monk.

It was an afternoon, but it was not unusual for the master and apprentice to do so! The two of them often did this, and they did not speak, but sat opposite each other, with the big bald head facing the little bald head, and took pleasure in it.

The afterglow of the sunset shines through the doors and windows, shines into the scripture room, and sprinkles on the old monk, golden and dazzling.

Finally, the old monk opened his eyes, looked at the little monk who was still staring in front of him, and smiled slightly.

"Idiot, why do you look like a teacher?"

"I don't know!" Tianci shook his head.

"How many Buddhist scriptures have you memorized?" the old monk laughed again.

"Uh, I memorized one!"

The old monk grabbed his little hand, saw that it was full of little monks playing with mud, catching the mud on the ants, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, and wiped it carefully. The little monk did not struggle, but became accustomed to it. "Oh, look back!"

"Well, the Buddha of the Ten Directions, all the Bodhisattvas. The word Tuo is 80,000 saints, and there are enough of the three characters. ...... One...... A ...... In a word..."

"A Buddha is the king of the Buddha, the king of the Dharma, the king of mantras, and the king of merit. "Seeing that the little monk can't carry it anymore!" the old abbot said.

"Master, Tianci is really stupid! Others say that Tianci is the stupidest monk! I can't memorize a single Buddhist scripture after studying it for two years," the little monk was a little depressed.

"Nonsense! Who said that we are stupid? Tianci is the smartest monk in our temple, and he will become a Buddha in the future!" The old monk touched the little bald head of the heavenly gift.

Tianci's eyes lit up and nodded, "I remember all of Master's words! I am a future Buddha! I am the one who will burn the relics after death!"

"The Buddhist scriptures are not in a hurry, it is not the Buddha who understands the Buddhist scriptures, why do the Buddhas need to understand the Buddhist scriptures?" the old monk scratched his snow-white beard, "Maybe you will suddenly be able to remember the Buddhist scriptures one day!"

"Really?"

"How did the teacher ever lie to you?"

"Yes!"

The old monk looked at the little monk in front of him with a loving smile, he had no children in his life, and the child in front of him was no different from his own child! As if thinking about it for a long time, he spoke again: "I heard that Tianci likes to look at other people's faces? What do you see?"

"Yes, I like to see it, but I don't see anything!"

The old monk nodded, "I understand for the teacher!"

"What did Master understand?" Tianci felt that he didn't seem to say why, how could Master understand?

"I don't know!" the old monk shook his head, "Have you seen all the people on this mountain?"

"Well, after reading it, they all annoy me and don't let me watch it! Only Master let me watch it, and I can watch it for a day!"

The old monk nodded again, "I understand a little more for the teacher!" said and touched the little monk's bald head, "Do you want to see more people's faces?"

"Yes, of course!" the little monk was a little pleased.

"The teacher knows!" the old monk closed his eyes again and said no more!

"Master!"

The old monk shouldn't, Tianci scratched his head, he couldn't think clearly, so he obediently went out of the scripture room and gently closed the door.

When the little monk went out, the old monk opened his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I was wrong, you are also wrong, the so-called Buddha out of the mountain, people out of the mountain, how can the Buddha come from...... Amitabha!"

A few days later, a major event happened in Wuxiang Temple, and the 8-year-old little monk was going down the mountain to travel.