Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1253 Traveling at night in the deep mountains, Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple!

"It's just a mountain, just kneeling a few more times. If the master doesn't mind, then the disciple can do it!"

Jiang Yunfei grinned, as if he looked at everything very indifferently, and said with a playful smile.

Hearing this, Duanchou took a deep look at him. The latter's eyes were calm, without any dodging, and there was a faint sense of determination and perseverance. Seeing this, he withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and looked at the altar in the distance. The figure said lightly:

"According to what you said, in the early morning of tomorrow, Jiang Yunfei will climb the mountain to pay homage to his teacher, kneel down and worship the gods. If he can't get to the top of the mountain in time before sunset, then the cooperation between you and me will be over, and I will never do it in the future." Don't mention it any more."

After the words fell, Duanchou didn't wait for Nezha's answer, and walked down the mountain leisurely. Everyone behind him followed suit, but they all frowned. Looking at Jiang Yunfei who didn't care, and then at the figure of the master (the suzerain), he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. , Sigh speechless.

From this point of view, they were more worried than Jiang Yunfei.

Only Xu Tong has been silently supporting Jiang Yunfei's every decision, holding his hand tightly, and every time he turns his head, the two of them seem to have a heart-to-heart connection, smiling at each other, that quiet and gentle smile, as if it is the first day when the sun clears after the rain. A beam of sunlight is enough to dispel any cold haze.

Not only the disciples, but even the elders were no longer surprised by the dog-abusing scene in front of them. When they glanced over, they seemed to turn a blind eye, and took the initiative to purify the two and ignore them.

Just after everyone went down the mountain, Nezha, who had been indifferent all this time, suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, with a look of confusion in his eyes, and stood there for a long time, before he heard a murmured sigh:
"Master, I don't know whether the decision I made today is right or wrong. If you know, I hope you don't blame me."

The sound gradually faded away, the wind was blowing and the clouds were whirling, the grass and leaves were whirling, and there was silence all around, and there was no trace of Nezha on the altar of the gods and demons.

In the vast southern border, there are moon rabbits running around, and golden crows rising from the land.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Xuantianzong, the sky was still covered with dark clouds and there was no light from the sky. There was gentle wind and drizzle all night, and finally, after a thunderclap tore apart, a violent gust of wind blew up.

Under the dark sky, a young monk was carrying a black saber on his back, wearing an old monk's robe, walking slowly from the end of the vast mountain road through the morning rain and dew. No sorrow, no joy, no hatred, no anger,
It is the contemporary practice of Pure Land Zen Buddhism, Sanzang Buddha!
At this time, a thunderbolt tore through the sky, a strong wind blew up, and a bean-sized raindrop finally broke free from the shackles of the floating clouds, and fell quickly, hitting the top of his crystal clear head.

Immediately, the glazed Buddha beads twirling in Sanzang's hands paused slightly. He raised his head and looked at the sky that was still like a spring breeze and rain just now, but now it was the wind howling and thick clouds gathering. Outside the mountain covered in deep mist, put your palms together and utter the Buddha's name.

I don't know whether I am lamenting the weather at this time, or lamenting the sufferings of the world.

However, there was no sorrow in his brows, and he didn't see how to act. He walked slowly, but his speed was like dust, and he suddenly accelerated. Every step under his feet, there was no sound, and a golden lotus was born. There are five petals, each of which is as big as a millstone, shining golden light, reflecting the image of a Buddha.

The mountain wind is hunting, and the dust and rocks are flying.

However, when it hit him, it turned into gentleness in an instant, like a pair of delicate hands, gently brushing his monk's robe, making his clothes flutter, like a statue walking in the world, growing lotus every step of the way Buddha.

This is an astonishing scene, walking barefoot, spotless, one lotus flower at each step, and a Buddha at each step.

The lightning was blazing, and the flashes intertwined, the dark sky seemed to be torn apart, and the violent rain fell, immediately soaking the monk's robe soaked by Sanzang Buddha.

He looked up at the sky, suppressed the aura of Buddha's light on his body, his face was calm, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, wearing a soaked monk's robe, with bare feet, he continued to move forward.

One drink and one peck, everything is determined by God.

Thunder, rain and dew are all grace from heaven.

The violent storm came pouring down, flowing down his bare neck and shoulders, flowing into the monk's robe, slipping across his chest, soaking his body, giving him a feeling of cleansing away the dust and stale air and making him feel refreshed physically and mentally.

Listening to the sound, the rain is falling, and it is extremely comfortable.

Smell its smell, the grass and trees are fragrant, free and ethereal.

In this heavy rain, Sanzang Buddha suddenly realized something in his heart. Step by step, the breath became more and more mysterious and natural, as if the whole person was integrated into the four directions, turning into an ancient tree, a green grass, and a stubborn stone in the mountains. , a little dust.

The sky and the earth became darker, and the black clouds pressed down on the mountains. A thunder that pierced through the sky and the earth tore through the sky, roaring like a dragon's chant, resounding for tens of miles around, illuminating the gloomy earth.

I also saw in the distance, an ancient temple built in the deep mountains and dense forests.

The rain was heavy and the wind was blowing. The temple was old, dilapidated and in disrepair for a long time. In this fierce environment, the wind and clouds were precarious, and it looked as if it might collapse and shatter at any time.

Sanzang Buddha smiled slightly, stepped forward, and walked towards the ruined temple. A dazzling thunder flashed across the sky, golden lotuses were in full bloom, and he had crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and stood in front of the temple.

The courtyard wall of the whole temple is half collapsed, the temple gate is decayed, the beams are cracked, the bluestone on the ground is mottled, and even the two auspicious sitting beasts at the gate are incomplete, giving people a sense of crumbling.

Looking up, there is a temple plaque with gold characters and blue background, but it is bright and shining, hanging high, with no dust on it, exuding a solemn atmosphere, writing: Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple!

Sanzang Buddha stood under the stone steps, bowed and worshiped the temple plaque, then shook his monk's robe lightly, walked through the dilapidated gate, and walked in calmly as if returning home.

The moment he entered the Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple, the monk's robe that was soaked on his body also instantly became dry again.

What is even more unbelievable is that from the outside, the entire temple and ancient temple have been abandoned due to disrepair for a long time. It looks extremely dilapidated and may collapse at any time.

However, the inside is spotless, the flowers and trees are thriving, the Daxiong Hall, the Vajra Buddhas are placed majesticly, the candles flicker inside, the oil wax is not dry, the broken dome is rotten, and not a single drop of rain falls.

Holy, solemn, majestic, solemn!
This is the first feeling that people get when they step into this room, and it will make people feel awe without knowing it. Compared with the outside, it is completely different, and it does not seem to be in the same place.

If it was those wandering ghosts, seeing the Dragon Elephant King Kong Temple, they would be able to find the aura of the Buddha's light soaring into the sky, which shocked their hearts and minds, and they did not dare to approach it at all.

(End of this chapter)