After reading patiently for half an hour, I sighed, turned my hand, and closed the scripture.
Don't talk nonsense about working hard and not working hard, I tried hard, and as a result, Mao didn't have any understanding!
I went, there are some specious words in it, and it seems that no matter how you understand it, the two ends are blocked. Anyway, what people say makes sense.
However, I didn't get any enlightenment from these words, let alone the exorcism method. Well, the facts have proved that I am really not the material for studying Buddhism. I should stop as soon as possible.
He got up, put the book neatly back in place, bowed his hand to the shelf, and said the two words that he had prepared.
"Farewell!"
After saying this, I went out without looking back. Whoever wants to study this stuff will study it. Anyway, I won't do it.
"Amitabha Buddha, kindness, kindness, donors, please stay."
An extremely old voice suddenly sounded.
I was so frightened that I stumbled and fell down, and hurriedly supported a wall to stabilize my figure, and my heart was full of horror.
Since I entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I have paid the most attention to the surrounding movement. I have only confirmed it again and again. I am the only one among the bookshelves. Why is there a noise now
I took a few breaths against the wall, instead of turning my head rashly, I asked: "Who are you?"
"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk'Ancient Mirror', is an old monk who guards the Tibetan scripture pavilion. Since the donor enters from the main entrance, he is the person selected by the Tibetan scripture pavilion. Didn't it miss the great opportunity?"
My body was shaking, and sure enough, there are old monks hidden in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
Turning around slowly, looking at the bookshelf, his eyelids jumped.
On the broken wooden chair I just sat on, I don't know when a fat monk will come.
He was sitting there, with shiny ring scars on his big bald head, long silver beards under his jaw, and two longevity eyebrows also silver, and he was indeed an old monk.
If he removes his beard, it looks exactly like Maitreya Buddha who is always smiling, and he has a big belly.
I am worried that the broken chair cannot bear his weight.
The old monk looked at me with a kind eyebrows and a smile.
But I took a few steps back, changed my color and said, "Are you not a human?"
In my eyes, the old monk was faintly venting black air.
After dealing with Yin Ling, I have summarized several rules.
Yinling's surroundings are either yin wind or black qi
Yes, this thing is different from a stranger, maybe only my awakened eyes can observe it, ordinary people can't see it, so just a glance confirms the identity of the old monk Yinling.
"Huh? Kindness, kindness, the donor can be selected by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is really extraordinary, but I can see through the details of the poor monk at a glance, admire!
To be honest, the poor monk passed away thousands of years ago, and only the ghosts remain here to manage the Tibetan scripture pavilion. The thousand-year history of Falong Temple is in the eyes of the poor monk. "
The old monk had no intention of concealing it, and he explained the situation directly.
"Don't be afraid of the donor. The poor monk is a monk. Sweeping the floor does not hurt the life of the ants. He cherishes the moth gauze lamp. The reason for showing up is to show the donor, lest you enter Baoshan and return empty-handed."
He looked at me kindly.
"So, the ancient mirror master turned out to be an eminent monk a thousand years ago? It is the only word for me to admire the Buddhist scripture pavilion that has been guarding the Buddhist scriptures for thousands of years. However, I have tried it. It is not the material for studying Buddhist scriptures There is no time to waste any time if you delay here."
My heart was firmly divided, and I spread my hands to express helplessness.
"Hahaha, the donor is looking, and he is too impatient. The so-called people who are predestined for the spread of the Fa, since the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has opened the door to you, it means that you have taken a fancy to your qualifications. Isn't it unreasonable
The main reason is that there is nothing urgent, and the poor monk suggests that you stay here more;
If you are not mistaken, the yin qi around the donor is entangled, I am afraid that it is not cursed by others? Come to think of it, the donor wants to learn the Buddhist method of exorcising evil spirits, right? "
The old monk looked at me with a flash of golden light in his eyes, and said this sharply.
I was shocked. This was the second expert after Daochang Li who saw that I hit the evil at a glance. Hey, no, he is not a human being, that is, an'extremely intelligent ghost'.
"What Master Gu Jing said is exactly the problem I encountered. I wonder if the Master would like to give some pointers?"
I am overjoyed.
"I can't talk about giving directions, but the poor monk can tell you a shortcut, lest you get lost in the billions of scriptures. If you want to learn the magic method of exorcising evil, you need to go to the top to get the book."
He pointed to the bookshelf.
"Upper?"
I looked up.
"It's not wrong. Only the top scriptures contain the method. As for whether you can see it? Personally, if you look through those books, people who are predestined can see what should be seen. If they are not, then it is ordinary scripture;
The words are all here, the benefactor pours himself, and the poor monks go around the Tibetan scripture pavilion
Go also. "
After that, the fat monk turned into a light and shadow, but disappeared from my eyes in a flash.
The evil spirits all know this trick, I don't think it's strange.
"Send to Master Gu Jing."
Hastily bowed to where he disappeared.
When people show up to point out the maze, I have to show respect and gratitude.
There was no response.
I slowly stood up straight, my eyes swept to the top of the bookshelf.
"The height of fifteen or six meters, how can this go up?"
Walking around the bookshelves, there are too many bookshelves, standing in the huge space, like a maze.
After half an hour, I found a triangular ladder.
A triangular ladder with a height of five feet.
"It turns out that you have to do this to get access to the scriptures above? Understood."
Go to move the triangular ladder full of joy.
The seemingly heavy wooden ladder is actually not heavy, so my small body can move? This makes me overjoyed.
Even so, moving the ladder to the pre-determined position made me panting.
Sitting on the ground, eating and drinking, after a short rest, he recovered a little strength, fixed the triangular ladder, and climbed up.
For some reason, when I climbed the ladder, a similar picture popped up in my memory.
Not a triangular ladder but a rope ladder!
The environment is very scary, with rolling green mist all around, and my daughter two thousand gold is lying on my back. The strange thing is that her face is full of cracks, her eyes flashed with weird light, and she didn't look like a person.
What's more weird is that there is a fist-sized..., donkey? And a bat with a big palm
"What's all this stuff?"
Before I can figure it out, the phantom has dissipated.
Lying on the triangular ladder, I rubbed my temples in distress: "What's the matter with my head, why do I jump out of strange scenes at every turn
Why should I climb a rope ladder in the green mist? Also, how did the two daughters of the dear girl become a ghost? What's the matter with that pocket-sized donkey and bat? "
My head was faintly aching, and I quickly stopped thinking, realizing that I can't think too much about it, or I'll be stuck in it.
"There are more and more mysteries in my body. I won't talk about these weird pictures. I just say that it can night vision and narrow the eyesight of the picture, which makes people feel confusing."
After a while, I got rid of distractions and continued to climb the triangular ladder.
(End of this chapter)