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The rapid ringing of the bell echoed throughout the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

Pilgrims and tourists in the temples all hurriedly ran out of the temples on the mountain and mountainside, and went down the mountain in a hurry and confusion.

The monks in the temple and the elders of various monasteries all came out in a hurry.

Even the monks who were in seclusion immediately came out of seclusion and prepared to face the enemy.

But soon, those murderous monks returned with blank faces, not knowing what happened.

The ten elders of Jinchan Temple all appeared in the Zen room in the reception room, and they were all asking what happened.

Several elders were senior to Abbot Ning Yuan. Seeing that no foreign enemies were invading, but the bell was still ringing, they couldn't help but question Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan took out the half of the sutra and asked the ten elders to circulate it. Fang said: "Only with this method can Master Wukong come out. Only when Master Wukong comes out can this sutra be complete. This is

My luck with the Jinchan Temple is also my luck with Buddhism.”

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and can survive all hardships..."

A skinny old monk took the rice paper, lowered his head and read a few words. Suddenly he was shocked and said in shock: "Is this the Buddhist treasure "Prajna Heart Sutra" that has been lost in ancient times?"

Another old monk who had just finished reading put his hands together and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Amitabha, there is only this sentence that has been passed down from the beginning. I thought I would never see you again in this life, but I didn't expect to see you today. Fortunately, fortunately! Ning Yuan, this is

The scriptures, the young scholar, and what happened today must not be spread to anyone else."

Ning Yuan lowered his head and said, "Disciple, please bear this in mind."

Several old monks circulated it to each other and couldn't put it down. They read it again and again, as if they couldn't get enough.

"What about the young man? Let him write the next chapter quickly?"

An old monk with big ears couldn't wait and scratched his head and ears anxiously.

Ning Yuan lowered his head and said, "Master, don't worry, Huiming has already gone to invite that young master. However, we may not be able to fulfill the conditions given by that young master."

The big-eared old monk immediately said: "I will go to the back mountain and use the lion's roar to call Master Wukong!"

Another old monk immediately said: "No, wait a little longer."

Temple front yard.

Huiming is returning with Luo Qingzhou and his party.

The courtyard was full of monks. Some had their hands clasped together and looked kind-hearted, while others were holding sticks and looking menacing. They were all talking in low voices, not knowing what was going on.

At this time, he saw that Huiming had brought back another wave of pilgrims. A middle-aged monk with a fierce appearance carrying a stick immediately stopped him and said harshly: "Junior brother Huiming, why are you still bringing pilgrims here? The bell is ringing so fast,

Didn't you hear that?"

Seeing that he was blocking the way, Huiming quickly pushed him and said: "Senior Brother Huiwu, get out of the way quickly, don't scare the distinguished guests, this is the abbot's order."

As soon as these words came out, the monks around him were all shocked.

The monk named Hui Wu changed his expression and hurriedly got out of the way: "Has the abbot left seclusion?"

Huiming didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he quickly turned around and apologized: "Don't blame Mr. Luo, please come quickly. The abbot and ten elders are waiting in the guest room."

As soon as these words came out, the monks' faces were full of surprise, and their eyes looked at this group of people curiously and doubtfully.

The abbot came out, and even the ten great elders came out?

Upon hearing this, Hui Wu quickly took a few steps back and immediately put the stick on his shoulder upright on the ground.

Huiming led a group of people into the courtyard gate.

Passing through the corridors of several Buddhist temples, we walked towards the backyard.

Just after turning into a round door, a young sweeping monk suddenly asked: "Master Luo, Master often said that there are three levels of realm in life, Master, do you know which three levels they are?"

Huiming immediately shouted: "Back off!"

The young monk still stood there holding his broom, his eyes deep and vicissitudes of life.

Huiming suddenly realized that he was clearly moving forward, but the scenery in front of him and the scenery around him were motionless.

He seemed to be standing still.

Luo Qingzhou and everyone in the Qin family who followed behind felt the same way.

At this moment, the chirping of the cicadas suddenly stopped and the sunlight suddenly disappeared.

The wind is silent and the flowers no longer shake.

Luo Qingzhou's eyes narrowed and he immediately replied: "If you look at the mountains, they are mountains, and if you look at the water, they are still water; if you look at the mountains, they are not mountains, and if you look at the water, they are not water; if you look at the mountains, they are still mountains, and if you look at the water, they are still water."

The young monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, how does that young master view fame and fortune, power and sex in this world?"

Luo Qingzhou replied: "The heart has no origin, cause, or environment. Everything is Dharma, like the bubbles in a dream. Like dew or lightning..."

Huiming looked at him breathlessly.

At this time, in the Zen room in the reception room, Abbot Ning Yuan and ten elders were standing there with their palms clasped together and their heads lowered.

The entire Zen room was silent.

On a futon on the ground, a boy who was only about one meter tall was sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, and the Buddha's light shining around him.

From his body, conversations outside were coming.

When Luo Qingzhou recited the words, "The heart has no origin, causes and conditions, everything is Dharma, like bubbles in a dream, like dew or like lightning", the Buddha's light on the boy's body became even brighter.

Ning Yuan and the ten elders all held their breath, with these words echoing in their minds, with different expressions.

The young monk asked again: "Young master, since you have this enlightenment, what are you obsessed with?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "I am not a saint, I have my own persistence."

The young monk asked again: "What is a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "A saint must understand the righteous principles of heaven and earth, and he must be able to spread his grace widely to educate the public."

The young monk asked: "Can I, the Buddha, be a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Buddha is Buddha, and people are people."

The young monk asked: "What is a Buddha?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "He is also an awakened person. Since he can realize himself, he can also awaken others; his awakening and practice are perfect, so he is called Buddha."

"What is the Awakened One?"

"All wise men who truly and fully realize the truth of the universe and life, that is, understand the principles of all dharma."

"Then what is a human being?"

"There is no end to life, no end to thought."

The young monk paused and then said: "Does the young master wish to become a Buddha immediately, or does he wish to practice and become a saint?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "You are stupid and can't give up on the seven emotions and six desires of a mortal. You'd rather be a mortal."

The young monk suddenly smiled: "How good! How good!"

Then he stopped where he was.

After a while, he looked confused.

Huiming woke up with a start and said quickly: "Master Luo, please!"

At this time, the surrounding scenery has returned to its original state.

The cicadas chirped and the wind blew past.

The sun is shining brightly and the flowers are fragrant.

Luo Qingzhou seemed to have walked away in a dream and followed Huiming to the guest room.

Huiming said respectfully at the door: "Abbott, elders, Mr. Luo is here."

An old voice came from inside: "Come in."

Huiming quickly opened the door.

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin and walked in with Miss Qin and Bai Ling.

Song Ruyue originally wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Qin Wenzheng standing by with a glare.

She just listened to the conversation for a long time and didn't understand a word. However, the boy seemed to be very powerful and he even answered the monk fluently. It was quite enjoyable and she wanted to listen to it again.

"Squeak..."

The door closed gently.

The room was dark, with only a few futons on the floor.

There, leaning against the wall, sat a boy in green clothes. The abbot and everyone else were gone.

When Luo Qingzhou was wondering, an old and distant voice suddenly came from the boy's mouth: "If Mr. Luo can give up the world of mortals and enter our Buddhist door, he will surely ascend to become a Buddha, become immortal and save all living beings."

Bai Ling immediately stood up and said angrily: "If you want my uncle to become a monk, you have to get through me first! If you have the ability, convince me to become a nun first!"

The boy opened his eyes, looked at her, and said warmly: "If you are willing to become a Buddha, the flowers in the world will flourish even more."
To be continued...