Mingtong, the master of Shuiyue Temple
Meng Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and the quiet room returned to light, as if the sunshine outside had finally penetrated the darkness.
She has nothing to do with Mingtong, so she comes to ask for information.
Shuiyue An, Guanyin Bodhisattva Taoism, could it be because I just beat her goldfish, and sent someone to say something? Meng Qi suddenly felt like he beat a child, and the other parent came to visit him. Of course, the naughty kid like the King of Inspiration is not only He must be beaten, and he must be beaten to death. The Bodhisattva's face is not easy to use.
He curled his lips and said slowly: Master Mingtong, please come in.
Ming Tong was dressed in gray robes and was waiting outside Yuxu Palace. Not long after, he saw the strange-shaped blue porter coming out with swaying branches and said proudly:
The headmaster has feelings.
Ming Tong's Zen mind was shrewd and he didn't take it too seriously. He clasped his hands together and recited the Bodhisattva's name in a low voice. He stepped forward and followed Da Qing Gen into the gate, bypassed the screen wall, passed through the corridor, and arrived at the main hall where the fragrance of lotus flowers lingered for ten miles.
A statue of Yuanshi Tianzun is enshrined above the main hall. There is a door on the left, leading to a quiet room, where there are several copper stoves and sandalwood curls, creating tranquility.
Behind the curling green smoke is a cloud bed, on which sits a Taoist priest wearing a hydration suit. He has handsome features and looks quite young. Hidden in the clouds and mist, it adds a bit of immortality, making the vicissitudes of his temples and eyes Appear soft.
This was the world-famous headmaster of Yuxu Palace. Emperor Yuan Su Meng Mingtong felt like he was facing the immortal Buddha directly at this moment.
When he became famous, the other person was not yet born, but now he is an immortal and a mortal, which is really embarrassing.
I have met Headmaster Su. Mingtong clasped his hands together again, with a peaceful expression and compassionate eyes.
Why does the nunnery owner need to be more polite? If it depends on seniority. Someone is still a junior. Meng Qi greeted with a smile, "You have come all the way here, but I don't know what you have to do."
Ming Tong whispered the name of the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, and took out a leaf from the mustard seed ring, which looked like a willow tree and was fresh and refreshing. Floating white mist, hidden glaze.
Master Su, please take a look. With a wave of her right hand, the willow leaf naturally disintegrated and turned into pieces of golden light, forming a round mirror.
The round mirror bloomed with light gold, exquisite and clear, and the ripples flashed, reflecting the dgdiǎn, o