Looking back at the dance three

Zen should be just a very simple and white state. There is not much mysterious beauty, not above the clouds, just like it is simple and white, mingling in this dust and hustle and bustle. It is quiet and independent in the competition between lotus flowers and beauty. It is also worried about appearance, so the so-called Zen is just a form that exists in this vast world, just a kind of watch... Getting closer to the folds and covered with old lamas who must have been a heroic face, Wang Qibu said with the Buddhist rituals, "Hello Master."

The old lama's eyes flashed with relief, and he said in clear and standard Chinese, "Child, you are fine too. Is there anything wrong?"

"I just want to make a Buddha's relationship and change it to a relics in many years." Wang Qibu said calmly.

"Haha, don't think that the old lama is unpleasant. You may not be able to get married to this Buddha-related child." The old lama smiled and said after thinking for a while, "But it doesn't need my Buddha's protection. You and this girl have great fortune. In the future, they will definitely be famous and have many children and blessings. The world is not empty."

Wang Qibu performed relatively better because of a living god like Yun Lan, but Li Wanyao, who was a little confused, had indeed written shock in her eyes, and she hugged Wang Qibu's arms tighter.

"Then why do you say that I have no connection with the Buddha?" Wang Qibu, who did not intend to delve into the issue of "creation", asked.

"The killing is a little heavier." The old lama said directly, then shook his head with regret and said, "It's a pity that you come here to be so rare."

"The master is indeed a bit extraordinary. I guess the unempty world has already prepared a cushion for you." Wang Qibu, who met a living god, said so.

The lama laughed when he heard this, and looked at Yue Xiaochen, who had been playing soy sauce next to him, and said, "Actually, it would be a bit absolute to say that you have no fate with the Buddha. Even if you have such a Vajra Fighting Saint in front of the Buddha, it would be a great opportunity to have such a Vajra Fighting Saint in front of the Buddha."

"Wang Qibu, what is the origin of this old monk? How do you know more than Bagua Qinghe?" Yue Xiaochen, who was called to break his identity and was shot while lying down, complained.

"What's the origin? He just tells me that he is God and I believe it." Wang Qibu returned.

"And the little guy in your arms..."

"It's called Xiaohui." Li Wanyao, who was already shocked, said weakly.

"Okay, Xiao Hui." The old lama laughed and said, "This is Vajra and Pixiu mount again. I have to think about whether I have met the reincarnated Da Luo."

"Pi Xiu?" Looking at the little guy who was sleeping peacefully in Wang Qibu's arms, Yue Xiaochen exclaimed, "Old monk, you're so mysterious."

"Can you still have a mysterious match with the wolf mastiff? This is probably the first time that the snow mountain has stood." The old lama asked back, and then made Wang Qibu, the little charlatan, sigh incredibly ashamed. Looking at the worship of people at the Buddha statue, Wang Qibu secretly scolded them for being stupid. The real Buddha is chatting and complaining with him now.

The sonorous bell resounded throughout the temple, and the old lama stood in the corner or in another time and space, with traces of transcendence as bright as the first snow.

The little lama who came hurriedly interrupted the conversation that all the secrets of heaven were leaking the secrets of heaven, and said respectfully to the old lama, "Living Buddha of Qiangba, the government just now came to say that there will be a great leader from the capital coming to the temple today. Should we prepare to receive it?"

"You, are you so impure? You blinded your eyes." The old lama smiled.

"Living Buddha of Jomba?" The little lama, who was slightly panting, was full of doubts.

"Isn't the great leader mentioned by the government comrades right in front of you?" Qiangba Living Buddha looked at Wang Qibu and his party and said, solving the little lama's doubts?

The little lama looked back and became even more confused, and said, "How is it possible, they are just young people."

"Haha, who said that a young man could not be a great leader? In less than two years, this young man might be a general." Jomba Living Buddha said with a smile.

Wang Qibu said modestly, "It's still one level away, and it's still one level away. I just called you a few masters, which is really rude. As for this guy you call Vajra, he is just a child who is ignorant. Please don't blame the living Buddha."

Yue Xiaochen shouted, "You are a child, you are ignorant." and things like that were automatically ignored by everyone.

The difference in level is that the general is not clear, but this does not affect his becoming more and more confused. Looking at the stupid little lama, the living Buddha laughed and said, "Take the guests to the meditation room for a break. I will go there after I scan this yard. In addition, prepare some refreshments, but don't let the government comrades say that our Jokhang Temple has neglected the distinguished guests."

"You are polite to the Living Buddha." Wang Qibu bowed again.

"You old monk is really like that. You don't need to keep so many young monks, why do you have to sweep the yard by yourself?" Because you were unhappy, the living Buddha said that it was Vajra, Yue Xiaochen might be confused, or provocative.

"In life, there are always things that cannot be used to others. It is not that others cannot do it, but that they should do it yourself. I believe that you should have a better understanding of this little guy than me, the old monk." The living Buddha seemed to be deliberately making fun of it, but he successfully sealed Yue Xiaochen. People even know this, and they are so provoking?

Don’t be a living Buddha. Under the guidance of the little lama, Wang Qibu and his party walked towards the Zen room. Li Wanyao asked Wang Qibu, “What do you mean by buck just now?” It feels bad to stay in the clouds and fog.

"A place similar to the Pure Land. This is also the uniqueness of Tantric Buddhism. Whether it is the most primitive Indian Buddhism or the later Central Plains Buddhism, it talks about "emptiness". It means the ethereal thought of "there is nothing originally". Only the Tibetan Tantric Buddhism talks about the world in the north. There is everything there, and it is a spiritual world that cannot be explained by whether it is secular or a master." Wang Qibu's answer made the little lama leading the way in the front and nodded. Li Wanyao and Yue Xiaochen, who had always been indifferent to concentration, were also focused, so he said, "To talk about this, there is another interesting story. In ancient times, the father of a confused county magistrate passed away, for the sake of the prestigious prescription.

Showing his filial piety, he invited monks, old Taoists, nuns, and lamas to recite scriptures for his deceased father. The result was tragic. The monk's scripture was to let the undead's soul go to the Western Paradise, while the old Taoist's talisman guide the undead to the eastern fairyland. The nun's scripture was to flap the oar leading the priest to the purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea. In the end, the lama's scripture led the undead to the north. Fortunately, the county magistrate was a corrupt official and rich. He allowed these positions to be liberated for three days and three nights. On the fourth day, the old father, who had been dead for many days, sat up and pointed at the county magistrate and scolded him. Do you have a filial son, do you have a damn Zhuangpu?"

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter and the noise made Xiao Hui in Wang Qibu's arms kick his legs, roll over, and then continue to sleep.

Wang Qibu and the other two waited until noon in the simple and simple Zen room of the Living Buddha. When the Living Buddha returned, they brought back a table of dishes. Tibetan Buddhism was not strict with meat precepts, so the dishes were not very light. The young men who were growing up had a girl feast, but the Living Buddha just picked up a bowl of noodles with a few slices of chopped green onion and ate it.

"Living Buddha, have you eaten less, right?" Wang Qibu said with concern at the moment a large piece of egg.

"Hey, why are you worried about this? Maybe this old monk has eaten too much in the morning or added food to the temple at night." Yue Xiaochen said after taking a bite of white rice.

"No, many, many, for the old lama, these are enough. People in the world think that daily exercise consumes food, but in fact, the strain consumes only one or two. And the remaining eight or nine out of ten are delusions. Your body can remain unmoved, but your mind cannot be unthinking for a moment. So the old lama eats less because he thinks less." The living Buddha said so, and then said to Yue Xiaochen, "The Buddha said that morning is the time for gods to eat, noon is the time for people to eat, and night is the time for ghosts to eat. Since he has become a human being, he should only eat lunch and not eat after noon."

"Whose meal time is afternoon tea or midnight snack?" Otherwise, why would Yue Xiaochen be talkative? Wang Qibu couldn't help but kick him under the table, and then smiled apologetically to the living Buddha.

The living Buddha naturally would not be as knowledgeable as a scumbag like Yue Xiaochen. After thinking about it briefly, he joked, "The chef also needs to rest."

It is said that when you meet a master, you can't miss it? Seizing the opportunity, Wang Qibu asked, "Living Buddha, my master is practicing the Supreme Way that comes into the world, while Living Buddha is practicing the Unempt Way that never enters the world. So what about me? Is there a great way that is suitable for me to practice, or a direction to understand the facts?"

"You want to become a monk?" Yue Xiaochen screamed and continued to be ignored by everyone.

"What time is it now?" No one knows why. The Living Buddha, who did not answer Wang Qibu's question, actually asked such a question that was not related to the content of the conversation.

"Xia Shichunyu?" Wang Qibu answered tentatively. He knew that such a living god asked such an abrupt question not because of Alzheimer's disease, but must have profound meaning.

"So the flowers in the Central Plains have bloomed. In fact, such a beautiful scenery is the prosperous way of the world." The living Buddha said to himself, and then he used to pick up flowers in his hand, as if there were colorful flowers blooming in front of him.

"Living Buddha is pointing out that I am not allowed to bloom on September 8th." Wang Qibu understood the referring of the Living Buddha. In the foreseeable future, he was already holding great hatred, he will surely be a situation where I will kill flowers.
Chapter completed!