On the first day of Luoyang White Horse Temple, Xiang Que sat under the Sakyamuni relic stupa in the temple all night. The next morning, he went to the monks in the temple to beg for water and steamed buns. He quickly filled his stomach and then came again.

After arriving at the stupa, he sat cross-legged.

That time he realized the first picture of Yama under the whistling tree of Daleiyin Temple, so Xiang Queli believed that if he wanted to realize this Buddhist practice, he would have to go to a thousand-year-old temple like Daleiyin Temple.

When he realized his opportunity, he was not in a hurry, because Buddhism pays close attention to cause and effect. He did not realize that it might be because his opportunity did not come and the cause and effect did not come out.

On the second day, Xiang Que continued to sit under the stupa, but the old monk who had come here the day before and left after saying some incomprehensible words to Xiang Que did not appear again that day.

Two days later, Xiang Que still found nothing. On the fourth day, he still sat for a whole day in vain. And five days later, Xiang Que's patience was gradually worn away, and he became increasingly irritated. His brows furrowed as if he was impatient.

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After a week, Xiang Que was no longer just sitting there. He was running back and forth in the White Horse Temple. His presence was left outside the Main Hall, the Bell and Drum Tower and the Sutra Pavilion. The entire White Horse Temple was visited by him over and over again.

After going through countless circles, almost all the monks in the temple finally knew him.

Half a month later, Xiang Que sighed quietly. In the past two days, he had been recalling the words the old monk had said to him in his mind.

"Donor, do you have something to ask for?"

"Donor, what you ask for is not something you can ask for."

Xiang Que grabbed his hair with confused thoughts, and helplessly pulled a passing monk and asked: "Master, I want to ask you if there is anyone in your White Horse Temple who is about the same height as me, but on the thin side..."

After Xiang Que finished describing it, the monk nodded and said, "Yes, you should be asking about our presiding master."

"The abbot of White Horse Temple?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.

"Yes, host, Master **"

Xiang Que said: "Where is the host? Can I meet him? Well, I want to ask for some knowledge about Buddhism."

The monk clasped his hands together and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, donor, but the host has gone to give lectures on Buddhism."

"Where did you go to talk?" Xiang Que asked, frowning.

"There is no fixed place. No one knows where he went to preach Buddhism. Our host has to leave the White Horse Temple every once in a year. I don't know when he will come back. If the donor wants to wait here,

, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for a while.”

Xiang Que really wanted to find this eminent monk and ask him why I couldn't get what I asked for, and how did you know what I was asking for? It's a pity that fate is a bit tricky, and the master is no longer here.

After leaving the White Horse Temple, Xiang Que looked back unwillingly: "What about practicing Buddhism and Taoism as promised?"

He promised to practice both Buddhism and Taoism, but Xiang Que only carried the Hell-Suppressing Sutra of the Ten Halls of Yama on his body, and he had no knowledge of the rest of the Buddhist techniques. For this reason, it was impossible for him to become a disciple of any master.

Firstly, there was not enough time to practice, and secondly, the Taoist might strangle him to death for betraying his master.

After leaving White Horse Temple, Xiang Que rushed to Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou with a full belly of complaints and complaints.

It was already late March.

In Lingyin Temple, Xiang Queyi was just like the White Horse Temple, wandering around the temple in a stupid and cute way, looking for his so-called opportunity.

After seven days, leave.

In early April, he visited Daming Temple in Yangzhou, Nanputuo Temple in mid-April, and Guoqing Temple in Tiantai Mountain in May. In the later period, he visited all the top ten ancient temples in China.

, continue to get nothing.

Later, Xiang Que went to the Leiyin Temple where he once comprehended the first picture of Yama, and asked to see the master who gave him enlightenment. He wanted to get another chance to pray to the Buddha from him, but unfortunately he had to go to Leiyin Temple.

It seemed that something went wrong in his practice of Buddhism. Due to bad luck, the master went into seclusion.

The monk from Leiyin Temple told him that the master stayed in seclusion in a Buddhist hall on weekdays. He could only see him twice in the morning and evening when someone was delivering meals. The rest of the time, the master would not go out and no one would see him.

"Master, do you think this is okay?" Xiang Que rubbed his hands and asked a little urgently: "I will go when the food is served. I will bring the food to the master and then take the time to chat with him. Is that okay?"

Xiang Que's expectant and anxious eyes did not impress him at all. The monk told him apologetically: "The master is in seclusion and no outsiders are allowed to disturb him. Otherwise, it is equivalent to breaking the precepts. Even if I ask you to send a meal to see the master, he will not talk to him."

You are talking to me, donor, please give up this thought."

Xiang Que held out his finger reluctantly and said, "Just one sentence, I just need to say a word to him."

"Donor, you are a bit pushy..." The monk from Leiyin Temple said impatiently: "Master is in retreat and must not get involved in all worldly things. Even we usually just put the food at the door and leave.

, and I have never said a word to the master.”

Xiang Que sighed again, scratching his head and feeling a little helpless.

In more than two months, he visited almost all the thousand-year-old temples, but in the end he found nothing. His understanding of Buddhism seemed to have reached a dead end, without any progress.

Reluctantly, Xiang Que left Leiyin Temple and continued his path of spiritual practice. Originally, the place he should go to was Putian Xuankong Temple, but unfortunately Cao Shanjun and the old monk traveled away and could not contact them.

The place where I hope to be enlightened has been deserted.

More than a month later, Xiang Que visited many famous ancient temples along the way. He spent a few days in each place he went, hoping that the Buddha would have a flash of inspiration or something to give him some hints, but it was a pity.

The shadow of disappointment hung over Xiang Que's head again and again.

In July, a tired Xiang Que came to the Leshan area. There are no ancient temples here, but there is a giant Buddha with a history and reputation that is not inferior to any temple, the Leshan Giant Buddha. This Buddha statue is located at the intersection of the three rivers in Leshan, close to the Great Buddha.

Crossing the Qingyi River and the Minjiang River, the Leshan Giant Buddha's head is flush with the mountain. With its feet on the river and its hands touching its knees, the Giant Buddha has a well-proportioned body and a solemn demeanor. It is carved into the mountain on the edge of the cliff. The Buddha is 71 meters high.

On the Nanmin River, Xiang Que is sitting on a bamboo raft, and the boatman is holding the bamboo pole as he goes down the river, passing by the Leshan Giant Buddha.

Xiang Que had nowhere to go, so he walked all the way to the central area of ​​Sichuan, simply planning to take a look at the legendary Lingyun Maitreya Buddha.

Under the Buddha statue, the boatman stopped with a bamboo raft supported by bamboo poles.

There are many tourists on the river, all looking at the Leshan Giant Buddha. This Buddha is not only tall and big, but also has a long history. It was built by a generation of masters, monk Haitong, who could not bear to see the floods in Sanjiang that harmed people. It was used to suppress floods. This is

The merits of the Buddha are immeasurable.

When you look at the Buddha, you can personally feel the outpouring of kindness on this statue.

The sun was dazzling above his head. Xiang Que put his hands on his eyes and looked up at the giant Buddha in front of him.
Chapter completed!