Soon the car arrived at Jiangshan, as a famous scenic spot in Sanjiang City, especially during the summer vacation, Jiangshan is more crowded with people, of course, the beautiful scenery of Jiangshan is indeed fascinating, lingering.

The two of them arrived at the foot of Jiang Shan, parked the car in the nearest parking lot, and then climbed the stairs.

"You don't look like you've ever been here. Zhang Yingxue looked at Hong Fu and said.

"yes, I haven't been. Hong Fu sighed.

In the past, because of my own reasons, going to the playground almost caused a big accident, since then, I am the life of the two points and one line at home and school, and I have not had any major accidents at school, maybe it is the special environment of the school.

"Let's go. Zhang Yingxue looked at Hong Fu and remembered what he told him, and pulled Hong Fu forward.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and the little depression in Hong Fu's heart was also eliminated, and he happily traveled with Zhang Yingxue all the way.

"Look, Qingyang Temple. Zhang Yingxue said, and walked towards Qingyang Temple after speaking.

"This is Qingyang Temple, and it really lives up to its name. ”

Hong Fu looked at the crowded Qingyang Temple in front of him, and the golden brilliance of Buddhism in his heavenly eyes enveloped the entire Qingyang City, and even Jiang Mountain shrouded a large area. Looking at the peaceful Buddha light, Hong Fu sighed in his heart, he really missed it.

In the line of transcending the military soul, his Dharma cultivation was suppressed, and after he regained his reincarnation qi, he didn't know where these Dharma cultivation had gone.

"I know, master. The voice of the red soul sounded in Hong Fu's head.

"Say it. Hong Fu followed behind Zhang Yingxue.

"I absorbed. "The Red Soul is a serious way.

"Aren't you evil, how can you absorb these restraining things from the Buddha's light?" Hong Fu asked in surprise.

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon. "Red Soul Dao.

"You are a foreign thing, and you still know what Buddha and what demons, but the master's Buddhist cultivation has indeed been absorbed by him. "Xiao Bao said.

"Yes, Boss Bao is right. The Red Soul flattered.

"Then can I still use those Dharmas?" Hong Fu said a little gloomy.

"Hehe, it does work. ”

The voice of the red soul was extremely charming, and the red ball was also jumping around Xiaobao.

"You don't need to say it sooner, ah, don't you wait for me to die? ”

"No, the master is so powerful, how could something happen. ”

"Xiaobao, greet him well. After Hong Fu finished speaking, his mind withdrew from his mind.

"Don't. ”

"Come on, no one can save you. ”

Xiaobao's big book slapped the red soul in front of the table tennis racket.

"Boss Xiaobao, spare me. ”

"I'm dizzy. ”

Hong Fu doesn't care about the things in the sea of knowledge, but it is still worth being happy that those Dharma cultivation can be used, how huge his Dharma cultivation was at the beginning, he knows it, and it is even more powerful than he is now. However, he may not be able to use such a huge amount of Buddhism, especially when he was beyond the military soul, and he cultivated as a breakthrough all the way, and now if he uses it, he will fly to the Buddha realm, and he will have to recite the Buddha every day in the future, then it will be sad, and it seems that he can't use it as a last resort, so he will be regarded as a hole card.

Happily and Zhang Yingxue entered the Qingyang Temple, the whole Qingyang Temple is vermilion, the wall is pink and white, the pines and cypresses are verdant, the whole building is beautiful and elegant, solemn and solemn.

As the crowd walked through the courtyard and up the nine-tiered stone steps, you arrived at the resplendent Daxiong Treasure Hall. The hall is more than 10 meters high, four cornices are hung with copper bells, the breeze blows, it is played on the "Ding Ding Dongdong", enter the main hall, only to see a five-meter-high Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform with a smile, this big Buddha is all made of red gold stickers. On both sides of the Buddha, there are disciples, bodhisattvas, wrestlers, heavenly kings, arhats, etc., all of whom are kind and kind-eyed.

The people in front of them all bowed down one by one, and Hong Fu was speechless when he saw it.

"Come, Xiaofu, worship Buddha. Zhang Yingxue knelt down and said to Hong Fu.

"Forget it, I'm afraid he will die. Hong Fu said.

I don't know why, when Zhang Yingxue said this, Hong Fu's heart was extremely disdainful, he had a hunch that if he really wanted to worship, I was afraid that the Buddha statue in front of him would collapse immediately.

"What words. Zhang Yingxue said angrily, "Isn't it good to pray for your parents?"

Hong Fu struggled in his heart, looked at the Buddha statue in front of him, and then looked at Zhang Yingxue's expression, remembered the love of his parents, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and slowly walked forward, step by step.

And at the top of a fairy mountain, the vitality circulates far away from the world, the majestic wind flies through the flowers, and the carillon sound is long, and every time you listen to the scriptures, you can say that it is loud. I also saw the sorrowful woman under the green pine, and the arhat line between the green cypresses. The white crane is affectionate, the Qingluan is interested, the monkey is right, and the longevity deer is shuangshuang. The mountains are coiled and looked at repeatedly, and the ancient road is flat everywhere. It is the place of pure void and spiritual beauty, and it is the spiritual mountain.

And the Buddha on the throne felt an inexplicable crisis, pinched his fingers, and looked at the lower realm, at this time it was Hongfu who slowly walked towards the futon, and he looked shocked and disappeared, leaving only a group of monks, looking at each other.

Hong Fu walked to the futon, stood still, hesitated, and was about to kneel, only to hear a Buddha horn in his ear.

"Amitabha, donor and slow. ”

An old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes walked over slowly, only to see his kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his face was pleasant, but his face was a little abnormally pale, his eyes were bright, and his steps were steady.

"What does the master have to say? Hong Fu asked in surprise, don't blame Hong Fu for this, because this old monk came to be strange, and he didn't know when he came to his side, which shows that this old monk is extraordinary.

"When the distinguished guest comes to the door, he should be welcomed, and the donor can talk to the old man. The old monk said.

"Let's go. Hong Fu thought for a while, looked at the old monk in front of him, and then pulled Zhang Yingxue to say.

"Donor, please. ”

The old monk's heart breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the faint cracks on the body of the Buddha in the main hall, and he was terrified.

When the three of them arrived at a guest room, Zhang Yingxue was silent, and everything was handed over to Hongfu.

"Tell me, what's the matter with calling me. Hong Fu said lazily.

"The poor monk found that the donor's Dharma cultivation is profound, it can be seen that he has a relationship with my Buddha, and the poor monk wants to communicate with him, if the donor can enter my Buddhism, it would be better. The old monk said slowly.

Hong Fu heard the old monk's words, looked at the old monk with a sincere expectant face, and his heart turned sharply.

"I still forget it, I can't stand the day of chanting, abstaining from alcohol, meat, and sex, not to mention that I have to marry a wife to continue the incense for my Hong family. Hong Fu shook his head, grabbed Zhang Yingxue's little hand and kept playing, looking at Zhang Yingxue's blushing little face, and loved it.

"It's okay, the donor doesn't respect the rules of Buddhism when he enters my Buddhism, and this female donor can also be a Buddha concubine and enjoy the incense in the world. The old monk hurriedly said.

"Can you call the shots, tell me who you are?" Hong Fu asked with a slight vigilance in his heart, looking at the old monk.

This old monk can get close to himself quietly, and he can still put forward such a condition, he is not afraid that it is the power of Buddhism, but it is impossible, he is a small mortal, although he has a successful practice and a long life, but he is not so important.

"Why?" Seeing the old monk smiling and silent, Hong Fu said a little angrily.

"The Buddha said, don't say it. ”