Mingwang Temple has millions of believers in the Western Regions, the influence is huge, in order to ensure that there are no mistakes, when it is three hundred miles away from Mingwang Temple, Wei Li and Huang Xiangjun separated, and Wei Li went to Mingwang Temple alone to obtain the Three World Sutras. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wei Li changed his appearance at this time, wearing a dark saffron robe, his hair had been removed, and even his demeanor was vivid. He pretended to be an ascetic and marched on the steppe.

On this day, when the red sun was in the sky, Wei Li suddenly heard the howling of wolves and the scolding of people, which came from a distance, which made him a little surprised. Although wolves are social animals, they mostly live in groups as family units, with only three or five or seven heads in a family, so steppe wolves only look for some weak animals to prey on during the day, and rarely dare to provoke humans directly.

Wei Li quickened his pace, on a hillside on the road, and when he looked up, there was a white flock of sheep under the mountain, with hundreds of heads, and they were scattering in panic at this time. At the edge of the flock, surrounded by a dozen wolves, two shepherd dogs are being confronted, and a herdsman with a whip in his hand is shouting.

As the sheep became restless, the wolves gradually lost patience and began to attack the sheepdogs and herders. Wei Li watched intently, his eyes narrowed, he already recognized this person as a pilgrim, if it was an ordinary herdsman, he would definitely be armed with a weapon and riding a tall horse. Only pilgrims will abandon their horses, take their flocks with them, and worship all the way to Myeongwang Temple.

Wei Li stepped lightly, drifting down the hillside, landing between the herdsmen and the wolves. His eyes were bright, his face was full of compassion, and there seemed to be great wisdom and purity around him, which calmed down the irritable emotions around him. Then he slowly stretched out his hand, and the leader of the wolf pack whimpered, ran to Wei Li's side, and let Wei Li stroke its head with both hands, and the other steppe wolves around him lay on the ground.

Wei Li clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!" There seemed to be a flash of golden light on his body, but those steppe wolves retreated step by step, and then turned around and ran wildly.

When the herdsman saw such a miracle, he fell on the ground and said respectfully: "Believer Gesang pays a visit to the living Buddha and the holy monk, and thanks to the holy monk for his great kindness." ”

Wei Li still folded his hands and said in a skillful grassland language: "The light of the Buddha is shining, and the devout believers should be bathed in the light of the Buddha, and be blessed by my Buddha, please get up!"

Gesang bowed to Wei Li three more times, and then got up and asked Wei Li, "Where is the holy monk going?"

Wei Li said with a smile: "The poor monk Mingwang Temple has seven sufferings, traveled to the Central Plains Pudu Buddhism, and has occasionally felt it recently, so he returned to the temple. ”

Gesang was pleasantly surprised: "The holy monk turned out to be the great virtue of the living Buddha of Mingwang Temple, the villain has believed in Buddhism since he was a child, and is going to Mingwang Temple for pilgrimage." Then he was worried: "Can Xiaomin go on the same road with the holy monk and let Xiaomin bathe in the light of Buddha." ”

Wei Li pretended to be a ghost and appeared as a saint, just for his words, with a pilgrim, his identity can be confirmed. So after being reserved for a moment, he said: "That's fine, if there are tigers, leopards, wolves and insects along the way, the poor monk can also protect the donor." ”

In this way, Wei Li led the way in front alone, Gesang led his sheep to follow, he never dared to surpass Wei Li, five or six zhang away from Wei Li, and he prostrated on the ground every time he moved forward and worshipped in the direction of Mingwang Temple. Gesang gradually found some abnormalities in the process of walking, no matter whether he was fast or slow during his pilgrimage, the distance between the Seven Bitter Monks in front of him and himself remained unchanged, like a bright lamp, always guiding him in the direction.

When night came, Gesang herded the sheep to a valley, then lit a bonfire and took out a piece of bread from his salute for Wei Li to eat. Wei Li slowly finished eating a piece of flatbread, and then the two scooped a few scoops of clear spring water from the stream at the bottom of the valley and drank it.

Wei Li adheres to the principle of listening more and talking less, pretending to be a generation of eminent monks, but Gesang's behavior is different from that during the day, he is a devout believer, but at night he turns into a chatterbox, and he takes the trouble to tell Wei Li all kinds of trivial matters at home.

Wei Li guessed that this was a unique living habit that the grassland people would develop after they had no other entertainment activities at night.

From Gesang's words, Wei Li heard that in addition to his parents and wife, there were also a son and a daughter in their family, all of whom were devout Buddhists, and his wife was pregnant. Every year, in addition to leaving some rations and necessary lambs, the family will send all the sheep that are bred in the year to Mingwang Temple. This was originally done by his father, who was bitten on the leg by wolves last year, and he took over from his father. He firmly believed that when the wolves attacked, Wei Li was able to arrive in time, and it was their family's devotion to the Buddha that moved the Buddha master, and specially sent Wei Li to save him.

Wei Li only believed half of what he said, Gesang was a devout believer, there was no doubt about it, but the occasional flash of longing and hope in his eyes made Wei Li know that things were not so simple.

This was also proved by Gesang's actions later, and he vaguely proposed to Wei Li that he wanted to dedicate his unborn child to the Buddha Lord. Wei Li could only smile, pretending to be profound: "The things of the world, a drink and a peck, it is not predetermined, Gesang Shi is mainly waiting patiently, there will always be a day when the dark clouds will open and the Buddha's light will shine." Gesang said in a low voice, didn't dare to disturb Wei Li anymore, wrapped in wool felt and went back to the tent to rest.

If Wei Li was really a monk of the Seven Bitters, he might be moved by their family's honest pilgrimage and return his unborn child to the temple, but unfortunately Wei Li was just a fake, how could he dare to give him a promise?

The herdsmen on the grassland go on a pilgrimage to the Mingwang Temple and give the grazing income to the temple every year, not because they are stupid, but because they have already seen it through: the grassland is sparsely populated, the inheritance of civilization is difficult, and not necessarily one out of a thousand people can read and write, and sending their children to the temple is the only chance to get ahead.

The fact that Mingwang Temple can have such a great influence in the Western Regions is also because of the silent support of so many pilgrims. From Gesang's chat, Wei Li can judge the appeal of Mingwang Temple, as long as Mingwang Temple gives an order, hundreds of thousands of pilgrims can immediately form an army of apologetics, and bring their own supplies, without any logistics, no wonder Mingwang Temple dominates the top of the snow mountain for thousands of years, and no one dares to provoke.

Wei Wei was inexplicably worried, such an ancient temple that has been inherited for thousands of years, its internal system must be extremely strict, although the Seven Sufferings are the world-traveling people of the generation of Mingwang Temple, and they are qualified to contact the "Three World Classics", but it is by no means as simple as easy to obtain. He had some fragments of memories of the Seven Sufferings in his mind, but they were incomplete, especially the parts about martial arts and the Three Worlds Sutra, as if someone could delete them, and no trace was left.

Wei Lipan sat in the valley, listening to Gesang's snoring, thinking of many people and many things, and did not fall asleep until the night passed. (To be continued.) )