Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

After the negotiation was over, the Jade Emperor sat down with his emperor and returned to the heavenly court.

Xu Changsheng also dispersed the Buddhist meeting, and with a thought, he left the Thirty-Three Heavens, and returned to the world of Sumeru with the power of divine feet.

... Montenegro, Huiming Temple.

It's been a bitter winter.

The winding mountain road to the top of the mountain is covered in snow for another year.

The white snow, paved from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, is really beautiful.

Xu Changsheng walked from the foot of the mountain and climbed the mountain with Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caicheng.

They are revisiting their old places. Xu Changsheng met Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caicheng...in Montenegro.

Xu Changsheng looked up at the snowy road, and said to Nie Xiaoqian, "Back then, this mountain road was repaired by Li Yuanwai with money. In the blink of an eye, 100 years later, it has become tattered again."

Nie Xiaoqian, who was dressed in white, chuckled softly and said, "Hundreds of years have passed, and the mountain road has not been repaired, so it will naturally be tattered."

"Think about it, after hundreds of years, the little monks at the time have all become the Buddhas of the Western Heavens. How much has changed."

Ning Caicheng was wearing bright red clothes with a sword on his waist, which was particularly conspicuous in the snow, like a blooming red flower.

Ning Caicheng said arrogantly, "Sister, even if the little monk becomes a Buddha, in our hearts, he is still the old... little monk."

The three of them chatted, laughed and chatted easily, climbed the stairs, and were about to ascend the Ming Temple.

A little monk is shoveling snow with a broom.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a man, a woman and three people walking down the mountain, and he couldn't help being surprised and delighted.

"Heavy snow covered the mountains, such bad weather, not good men and women, they must have come to hide from the snow."

"Looking at their clothes and appearance, their temperament is extraordinary, they must not be ordinary people."

Xu Changsheng put away the divine power of the Buddha's light at the back of his head, and he was not wearing a monk's robe, so the little monk didn't even see that he was a monk.

The little monk held a broom and hurried forward to ask, "Three benefactors, are you here to offer incense?"

Ning Caicheng deliberately glared apricot eyes, and said fiercely: "If you don't come to incense, you can't come?"

The little monk was startled and quickly shook his head: "No, no! If you are just here to avoid the snow, this temple is very welcome."

Nie Xiaoqian smiled lightly, poked Ning Caicheng, and said, "Sister, don't scare the little monk."

Ning Caicheng snorted, saw the little monk's red hands from the corner of his eyes, and said, "Sister didn't mean to scare you, as compensation, elder sister will help you get rid of frostbite."

Ning Caicheng flicked his fingers lightly, and a gentle force fell on the little monk's fingers, healing his cold red fingers.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and found that his fingers were no longer sore or itchy. Knowing that he had met a cultivator, he quickly thanked him.

"Three benefactors, please come inside."

The little monk leaned his broom against the mountain gate and politely led the way.

"Master, here comes the guest."

The little monk shouted to the Daxiong Palace.

The old monk was wiping the dust on the Buddhist altar. After hearing the sound, he responded and walked out of the Mahavira Hall.

"What kind of guest..."

The old monk lifted his foot and stepped out of the threshold, and when he saw Xu Changsheng, his knees "popped"

Kneel down.

The young monk thought that the old monk had tripped over the threshold, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Really, they are all Zen masters who are almost golden, why are they still wrestling?"

The old monk not only did not get up, but also dragged the young monk to kneel on the ground together.

The old monk was extremely excited, his body trembled, and he bowed his head and said, "Mo... Mo Xuan, see the holy monk! No, it's the Buddha!!"

"What Buddha!"

The little monk who was dragged and knelt on the ground was in a daze for a while.

He thought he had heard it wrong.

The handsome man in front of him, with his hair tied in a golden crown, is the legend of the Western Heaven Buddha. Shouldn't the Western Heaven Buddha have a bun, a golden body six feet tall, with thirty-two and 32 treasures, extremely sacred and supreme? The Buddha, who looked like a handsome mortal, Xu Changsheng looked at the old monk with his eyes, and held his palm.

A gentle force immediately lifted the old monk and the young monk up.

Xu Changsheng smiled and said, "Li Moxuan, I didn't expect you to remember the poor monk."

The old monk trembled with excitement, and said incoherently, "Mo... Guang Xuan... Mo Xuan remembers the Buddha, the holy monk... the kindness of the Buddha for a lifetime, and I will never forget it."

The old monk in front of him is Li Moxuan, the son of Li Yuanwai! After he became a monk, his dharma name was Guangxuan.

Xu Changsheng said gently: "Okay, no need to be too polite, just be normal."

"Actually, the poor monk would like to thank you for helping the poor monk guard Huiming Temple for so many years."

Xu Changsheng put his hands together and bowed slightly to the old monk.

The old monk was so flattered that he almost knelt down again and was held up by Xu Changsheng's hands.

After letting the old monk calm down, Xu Changsheng stepped forward and walked into the Mahavira Hall.

The Mahavira Hall does not enshrine the golden body of the Buddha, but a body Buddha.

"Master..."

Xu Changsheng looked at the eyes of the Buddha in the flesh, and he seemed to be filled with tears all of a sudden, and he choked up a little for a moment.

The time I used to live in Montenegro is vividly remembered.

Although it only lasted for half a year, in Xu Changsheng's life, he left indelible and irreplaceable traces.

"Master, the disciple is back to see you."

Xu Changsheng swept away his crying, smiled, and said proudly, "My disciple has now fulfilled his original rhetoric, he has become a Buddha, and he has become a Buddha."

"Longevity World Honored One, Mysterious Kong Tathagata, these eight words have been realized, but it's not... bragging."

"Would you be very happy and shocked if you were still alive?"

Xu Changsheng picked up the cloth on the altar, and while cleaning the surface of the flesh Buddha, he whispered.

Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caicheng's two daughters, the old monk and the young monk did not go in to disturb Xu Changsheng.

The young monk was surprised and said to the old monk, "Master, it turns out that the Buddha in the flesh enshrined in our temple is the master of the Buddha!"

The old monk nodded slightly.

The little monk suddenly felt a strong sense of pride.

It turned out that he felt that this temple had neither incense nor even a golden Buddha statue enshrined in it. It was one of the worst temples in the world.

Unexpectedly, the flesh Buddha enshrined in the temple turned out to be the master of the Western Heaven Buddha! Suddenly, the little monk felt that Huiming Temple was the most powerful temple in the world.

Chapter 241 The Buddha touched my top, and the hair received wisdom roots 【Subscription】

"Master, you once said that my Buddhist views were not accepted by my fellow students, and would be regarded as deviant."

"What you said is not wrong at all. When I first went to the Daxuankong Temple, I fought all the way up and argued with the monks."

"Later, I participated in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Conference, saw the Tathagata from the West, and questioned the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, which made those holy people angry and embarrassed."

"If it wasn't for me having some luck, some Bodhisattvas and Buddhas were on my side, or I would have been beaten to death by the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas."

As Xu Changsheng spoke, he carefully cleaned the dust on the Buddha's body.

Because Huiming Temple also had a prosperous incense, all sentient beings, with the power of thought, blessed the flesh of the old monk Huiming, and had already turned this thin corpse into a golden body, which was immortal and incorruptible.

"Now, your apprentice has become the leader of the saints in the Western Heaven. My words and deeds are... Mahayana Buddhism. Every word of mine is 'Buddha's words'."

"Every Buddhist theory, every point of view of mine, there will be no...people who say it is deviant, and there will be no...people criticizing me."

"Master, you have knowledge under the spring, so you can show a happy and proud smile."

Xu Changsheng put down the rag, put his hands together, bowed to the golden body of the old monk Huiming, and then turned to leave.

The old monk sent Xu Changsheng to the mountain gate, and wanted to send him all the way down the mountain.

"Mo Xuan... Guangxuan, just stay here."

Xu Changsheng stopped in front of the mountain gate and told the old monk not to send him off.

The old monk was full of devout worship and respect, and asked reluctantly, "Buddha, are you leaving?"

Xu Changsheng nodded and smiled: "This is natural, the poor monk has other things to do."

The old monk clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Guang Xuan respectfully sends the Buddha!"

Xu Changsheng glanced at the old monk and said, "You have something on your mind."

The old monk hesitated for a moment, turned his head to look at the young monk beside him, and said, "Yi Nian, the young monk has no wisdom roots and cannot cultivate. Guangxuan wants to invite the Tathagata to bestow the Dharma."

Xu Changsheng raised his hand and touched the little monk's bald head, and said, "When the poor monk first stepped into Buddhism, he didn't have the root of wisdom, but he still has the achievements he has today and sits on the seat of the Buddha."

"In the practice of Buddhism, wisdom is not the most important thing. What matters is one's own beliefs and a heart to save the world and help the people."

After Xu Changsheng touched the little monk's head.

The little monk Yi Nian blinked his eyes suspiciously, feeling that nothing had changed, but it seemed that his head had changed a little.

"Thank you Buddha for touching my head and giving me a head."

Yi Nian, the little monk folded his hands together and bowed his thanks in a graceful manner.

Xu Changsheng smiled slightly and turned to look at the old monk Guangxuan.

"The poor monk created a practice method, you can practice it yourself, and then pass it on to the little monk Yi Nian."

He didn't see any movement from Xu Changsheng either, a mysterious and profound Buddhist practice method appeared in the mind of the old monk Guangxuan.

Although this practice is not as good as that of the Infinite Buddha, it was created by Xu Changsheng, so naturally it is not bad.

After saying goodbye to the old monk Guangxuan and the young monk, Xu Changsheng and Ning Caicheng and the two daughters went down the stairs.

Nie Xiaoqian asked: "Little monk, with the cultivation of Buddhism, can't we resurrect the old monk Huiming?"

Ning Caicheng said: "Yes, now they are all the Buddhas of the Western Heaven. I went to Lord Yama to ask for someone, and he dared not give it."

Xu Changsheng shook his head, looking at the sky in the distance, looking at the clouds and clouds.