188, Gema Temple Buddhists (1/2)
Snowflakes are flying outside the window,
There is a roaring fireplace in the room, making the room warm as spring. Google search reading
A young man of thirteen or fourteen with a gloomy face sat cross-legged on a woolen blanket, holding a kabala bowl in one hand and a sapphire stove in the other.
The eyes seem open and closed,
The lips move,
Continuously recite the secret mantra: "Maha Kalaya, hum hum sar mort, sar trowel..."
As he continued to recite the secret mantra, the colorful objects in the Gabala bowl gradually turned into mist and slowly floated into the sapphire hand stove in his other hand.
There was a "gurgling" sound coming from the hand stove,
Like a toad hissing.
The whole stove was trembling,
Wisps of flame-like colors reflected on the stove, constantly twisting.
About half an hour later,
The young Buddhist stopped reciting the secret mantra.
All the beautiful things in the Gabala bowl have turned into mist and been thrown into the sapphire hand stove, and the flame patterns appearing on the sapphire hand stove have gradually faded away.
There was no more sound coming from inside.
The Buddha placed the stove and kabala bowl on the table.
Wipe away the sweat on your face,
He stood up, wearing a red monk's robe made of kudzu, and walked back and forth barefoot in the living room, with a hint of impatience between his eyebrows.
Just when the gloomy look between his brows became more intense,
There was a burst of messy footsteps outside the door.
His expression moved slightly,
Sitting back cross-legged on the woolen blanket.
The sound of footsteps outside the door became much softer. After ringing back and forth for a while, the person outside knocked on the wooden door and said in a trembling voice: "Buddha, my servant is back."
"Come in."
The young Buddha nodded.
Hold the hand stove on the table in the palm of your hand,
Warm heat radiated from the hand stove, warming his palms.
The person outside the door pushed open the door and came in.
His clothes were in tatters, and his tall and strong body had scars all over his body. He was holding a food box and standing at the door, kowtowing obsequiously to the young Buddha.
"Get up and stand outside the door,
Don't get the blankets dirty here. "The young Buddha frowned and looked at the strong servant covered in blood and snow dust, and shouted.
The strong servant hurriedly retreated outside the door.
Shivering in the cold wind, he still looked at the young Buddha with a flattering smile: "Fo, I went to the dining hall to get you breakfast."
The young man didn't even look at the food box in the strong servant's hand.
Stare into each other's eyes,
He stared at the other person until he lowered his head in fear, and then said: "Why didn't you get the scripture I asked you to get?"
"My servant rushed to Jinglunyuan early in the morning.
I was supposed to stay there until the Sutra Library was opened, and then go in immediately to select the sutras you need!
But the monk from the Economic Academy deceived the servant.
He said that the Sutra Library would not open for a long time, so he asked the servant to go outside first.
The servant thought, Buddha, you haven't eaten yet, so he went to the dining hall to get your meal. Little did he know that it was too late when he came back. Others had picked the two scriptures you had chosen.
When the disciple goes to get it again,
There is nothing left.
These two scriptures are so important to the disciples of the Buddha, how could this servant return empty-handed? Then I thought about asking the servants of other Buddhist disciples to borrow a scripture.
Who knew that not only would he refuse to borrow it,
Instead, he injured the servant and took away the magic sword given to him by the elder..." The strong servant fell to his knees on the ground and immediately explained to the young Buddha with tears streaming down his face.
When he and others stopped Danga, he looked stupid and bold.
At this time, facing his own Buddhist disciple, he seemed timid and smart.
Just embellish your words a little bit,
Although everything he said was true, he unknowingly chose his own responsibility.
The young man listened to the strong servant's narrative,
His expression became more and more gloomy,
Asked: "Which monastery's servant of the Buddha stole your magic sword?"
"My servant doesn't know!
I only know that his servant is eight or nine years old..." The strong servant heard the words and answered quickly, but he didn't dare to say anything more when he was halfway through the sentence.
He went to ask an eight or nine-year-old servant to 'borrow' a scripture.
In the end, someone took away the precious sword.
Then this is the other party's problem,
Or is it his own problem?
The young Buddha was so angry at what the strong servant said that he laughed out loud!
He waved to the strong servant outside the door: "Come here!"
The strong servant was holding the food box, but he hesitated and walked into the room without obeying the order - such behavior as the servant was absolutely rare in the secret realm.
Generally, even if the master wants to cut off the servant's limbs or take his life,
None of them dared to resist!
Because the results of resistance are often more tragic!
However,
At this moment, this strong servant dared to hesitate in the face of his master's order.
It's really strange.
"come over!"
Buddha raised his eyebrows and his face became ferocious.
The strong servant was so frightened that he trembled all over. Finally, he held the food box and walked slowly to the threshold. As he approached the Buddha, he whispered: "Grodenzhu, you can't kill me.
I am your brother, your closest relative..."
The young man listened to what the strong servant said,
The veins on his forehead are bulging.
His fingers clenched the sapphire hand stove, making a rattling sound.
Seeing that he didn't do anything, the strong servant felt a little relieved. He knelt down in front of him, lowered his head and said nothing.
Buddha took the food box from his arms,
Once opened,
A burst of heat wafted out of the food box.
"You said you went to the dining hall first to prepare a meal for me.
Later, I didn’t borrow any scriptures.
He went to grab other people's scriptures again, but was beaten like this - after all this time, the food in the food box is still so hot? "
The Buddha who is popularly known as "Grodenzhu" picked up a dinner plate and
Putting it on the table, he asked a question in a low voice to his servant, his closest relative of flesh and blood.
The strong servant lowered his head,
Dare not speak.
He deceived Buddha again.
"Sanghiro Dhundup,
Do you know why I brought you with me to the Snowy Mountains this time? Grodenzhu asked in a cold voice.
The strong servant Sanjiro Denzhu looked up at him and moved his lips slightly: "You want to kill me?"
"Yes, you guessed it right!"
Grodunzhu grinned.
"You can't kill me, the abbot doesn't allow you..." Sanjiluo Dengzhu stopped talking in the middle of his words.
The look in his eyes that looked at his brother Grodenzhu was full of fear.
He suddenly got up, turned around and wanted to run away!
"The abbot is not here,
The elders are not here either.
They even agreed to let you follow me here to practice - don't you understand why?
Sanchiro Dhondup,
After you followed me to the Snowy Mountains,
Your value has been exhausted,
It’s time to die too! "
A black shadow appeared behind the young Buddha. Flame wheels were woven around the black shadow, and the strong wind blew up and locked the doors and windows tightly.
Even Sanchi Lodden Drub was kept in place.
Can't move!
Sanji Luodengzhu's face was filled with tears, and she kept chanting: "We are brothers, Grodengzhu, don't kill me, we are brothers..."
Grodenzhu looked gloomy,
Turn to him,
Pry open his mouth,
Opening the lid of the palm sapphire hand stove, a fiery red centipede crawled out of the hand stove and crawled into Sanji Luodengzhu's mouth.
He closed the mouth of Sanjiro Denzhu again,
"Uh-uh!"
Sanjiro Dendrub was shaking violently all over.
Balls of flames poured out from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, navel, and even all the orifices of his body, burning his clothes into ashes.
Burning his insides to ashes,
Suddenly, he turned into a dry human skin!
Red centipedes emerged from his eye sockets and crawled into the sapphire hand stove.
He looked at the human skin on the ground,
Tears welled up in his eyes: "Sanghiro Tendup, my brother, I will avenge you!
The servant who robbed you of your sword,
and his master,
Everyone will pay for your death! "
The tears in Grodenzhu's eyes were flowing more and more, and he was crying very sadly, as if the human skin on the ground was not made by his own hands.
He cried for a long time,
Go to the door,
Ring the bell at the door.
Not long after,
A tall and strong monk in yellow clothes - the former itinerant monk 'Dengzhu' appeared at the door: "Buddha from Gema Temple,
What are your instructions? "
"Help me clean the room,
You should dispose of the human skin inside. Grodenzhu said with a smile on his face.
…
Time flies by.
In a blink of an eye,
It has been more than a month since Danjia came to Daxueshan Temple.
For more than a month, she had been living a very leisurely life.
After all, when Su Wu was promoted to the abbot of Wuxiang Zunneng Temple, she had to deal with many affairs. As his servant, she had to run errands for him and do whatever she could.
The accumulation of many things every day made her very tired.
But in Daxueshan Temple,
She only helped His Holiness go to the dining hall to bring three meals a day.
She doesn't even need to wash her clothes. Daxueshan Temple has service monks who specialize in doing these things. In comparison, she was naturally much more relaxed in the Snowy Mountains.
Su Wu studied scriptures in retreat every day.
When I have free time, I will specially call Danjia here.
Instruct her to practice secret mantras,
He even gradually organized a special training for her that mainly focused on 'visualization practice', supplemented by secret mantra practice and body-protecting magic weapon practice, and abandoned the three heretical practices of 'dedication', 'giving' and 'sacrifice'. system,
If Danga wants to rely on this deity in the future,
You can use this practice system to practice your deity.
In the room separated by a felt cloth, the sound of Su Wu chanting sutras was constant, and occasionally he would stop and think for a moment.
Outside the felt cloth,
Danjia placed his beloved magic knife on the table.
I was also looking through my notes,
Follow the steps to give daily blessings to the Dharma Knife.
At this time,
There was a knock on the door outside the living room.
Danjia covered the small table used for his practice with a blanket, got up and opened the door, and saw a monk in yellow standing outside the door.
"What's the matter? Zakang?" Danjia looked at the little monk in yellow outside the door and asked with a smile.
I have experienced borrowing scriptures from the Sutra Library.
Danga and Zhakang quickly became familiar with each other.
They have gradually become good partners.
Zhakang also smiled and said to Danjia: "I came here specifically to inform your venerable master on the order of Master Guangyuan.
Tomorrow is the deadline to pass the "Wu Nian Shut Up".
If your venerable sirs sign up to participate,
I have to report to the Economics Institute today. "
"Okay, I understand." Danjia nodded and was not in a hurry because today was the deadline. Buddhist disciples from all over the world, Hutuktu, and the Buddhist candidates for the Daxueshan Temple were not in a hurry. Why did her family just Need to be anxious?
The Institute of Economics and Finance has issued notices several times before, asking people to sign up to participate in the ‘Wu Nian Shun Qi Shu’.
None of the Buddhist disciples made any move.
Just have to wait until the deadline,
Only then will someone be willing to sign up to participate.
After all, the more you study the daily scriptures, the more you will gain, and the more confidence you will have in passing the test.
"After I ask our venerable,
Let me tell you the results again! "Danga said.
"well."
Zhakang nodded, waved to Danga, and prepared to leave.
At this time,
The inner room of the room is separated by felt cloth,
Su Wu's voice came out: "No need to make another trip.
Give me your name.
Hutuketu of Wuxiang Zunneng Temple participated in the trial of "Wuxiang Shut-mouth Secret Seclusion". "