Recommended reading: At this time, the abbot of Yangon saw a small figure rushing over the lush vegetation and moonlight field.
Muttered: "What are you asking again?"
"Dan Sheng" stood still in front of the temple gate, took a deep breath on his knees, and resolutely said: "Let's go!"
If his life is destined to be a super dream, then he has to fight like Li Qingshan, instead of hiding like a coward and not daring to sleep.
"and many more!"
"Dang Sheng" broke into the temple again, there was a ding bang, the monks exclaimed, and then walked out with contented clapping hands.
In the Garan Palace, the last Garan god named "Li Qingshan" was smashed into a mess, and he could no longer see the majestic appearance.
"Why?" The abbot of Yangon was also amazed, becoming a god and being enshrined is something that all practitioners are looking forward to. Is it because the position of abandonment is too low
"I don't want people to worship me!"
"Amitabha, do you only wish to be equal to all living beings? The poor monk is ashamed." The abbot of Yangon folded his hands together, smiled and sighed: "But as expected, only you can do this."
"What the hell is it?"
"Don't worry, we will leave and talk."
They approached the silver-blue night and disappeared into the vast wilderness.
In the messy Garan Temple, the monks are all soft. In the Pure Land of Bliss, not to mention the gods enshrined in the temple, even if it is a piece of paper with the gods, no one dares to damage it.
They had never heard of such horrible and unruly things, and they didn't even know what to do.
In the tall and deep temple, God Garan and a group of gods seemed to stare at them. The monks bowed to the ground, knocked their heads like garlic, and kept accusing them of crimes.
It was the abbot who presided over the most calm, commanding: "Hurry up and clean up here, and then go to Master Zhu's carpenter's shop and invite another one as it is. No one is allowed to reveal anything here."
He went to the corner to hold up most of the remaining head of "God of Garan Li Qingshan", with his butt up to the sky, and bowed deeply: "The little monk is not well protected, please respect the gods and grandchildren, and you must reshape the body of the law for the gods."
In the early morning of the next day, the Garan Hall was spotlessly swept away again, and a brand-new statue of the god stood aloft on the altar. The bright sunshine fell on him, even more energetic.
From time to time, the monks came to see and worship to confirm the existence of this deity.
What happened last night is really like a super dream!
At the same time, "Dan Sheng" felt that the abbot of Yangon was not malicious, so he told him what had happened.
"You really lost your memory."
"Did you bump your head?" "Dan Sheng" touched his head with both hands, but he didn't notice even a big bag.
"Haha, of course not."
The abbot of Yangon faintly guessed that Li Qingshan had deliberately shut down his memory to resist the influence of the Pure Land of Bliss. Based on his knowledge of this apricot, he can definitely do this kind of thing.
"How do you recover?"
"Well, it's easy to handle." The abbot of Yangon smiled slightly, and the young trousers's face looked a little unkind, and he patted his shoulder: "Don't thank me, I will ask you to do something, and it will be rewarded. "
So I turned my footsteps and turned slightly, passing through the dense forest, there were no wild animals in the forest; crossing a big river, there were no fish in the river; climbing a big mountain, only the sound of birds singing one after another, never stopped, which contains wonders The melody seems to eulogize this wonderful world.
Sometimes flocks of birds gather, gather and disengage, and the sound of flapping wings resounds across the sky. It was like a paradise for feathers, and they couldn't help but stop and admire it.
Ascending to the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire plain, "Dang Sheng" eyes wide open, I can see countless buildings lined up at the foot of the mountain, such as abbeys, towers, aqueducts, palaces, fountains, temples, squares, and convulsions that stretch to the horizon. I don't know its hundreds of miles.
Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a big city. The clear river that flows down from the high mountains traverses the entire city and is scattered to every corner via canals.
They went down the river, and the city was full of birds and flowers, and people flowed everywhere, but they were not doing nothing. There are also hawkers and craftsmen. But on their faces, there are no worries.
Vendors do not worry that their goods will not be sold or sold at a price, and they do not save any tactics, and enthusiastically share with passers-by. The hawking is more like a bird singing in a competition, and it has become a street scene.
Craftsmen concentrate on doing their own work, but they no longer live by it, but a kind of enthusiasm from the heart. Anyone placed in the world is a master who is holy. The handicrafts from them are all exquisite and exquisite. They must be invaluable in the ordinary world. Now they are only placed on the side of the road for passers-by to evaluate and choose at will.
And it is not gold, silver, copper and iron that are used for trading, but bodhi seeds.
Bodhi trees are everywhere in this world, and Bodhi is worthless. But everyone has no greed and evil thoughts in their hearts. Bodhi is only used as a token of credibility. Everyone has their duties and needs. If you ask them to do nothing, they find it meaningless.
Along the way, "Dansheng" has no time to speak, and holds a lot of food and drink stuff in his arms. Although he didn't have half of the bodhi in his hand, there was the abbot of Yangon by his side. Others thought he was a little novice who wandered with his master, rushing to stuff things into his arms.
"It's really here" he murmured, swallowing everything in his mouth: "Good place!"
The craftsmanship of the cooks is superb. The crystal clear sweet potato glutinous rice and black sesame cake, the browned thousand-page tofu, the sweet corn soup, etc. are countless, and there are no duplicates until now, which makes him appetite.
"My Buddha is compassionate, and all beings are suffering. If all the world can be like this, then it will be fine!" The abbot of Yangon sighed with sincere emotion and infinite yearning.
"Hey, nothing will happen to you then, all monks can return home."
The abbot of Yangon said: "At that time, there was no need for monks, maybe even Buddha."
"Dan Sheng" was stunned for a moment. At this moment of distraction, an old lady walked up to face her face with her head straight up and striding forward, but she didn't notice him, and slammed into each other.
Although he is small, he is strong, and he doesn't sway. The old lady slammed to the ground with a cry.
He hurried to help the old lady, who suddenly grasped her wrist tightly. He panicked in his heart and didn't know what he was panicking. He always felt as if something terrible was about to happen.
The old lady said, "My child, are you okay!" She touched him all over: "Grandma didn't crash you!"
"No!"
"Amitabha, Buddha bless, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay!" The old lady got up and stuffed him with a handful of Bodhi: "Take some sweets to eat!" She walked away quickly.
"Dan Sheng" looked at the Bodhi child in his hand: "Eh, I'm ruining people!?" (To be continued.)
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