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The expansion of the Yigu Bieyuan is about to be completed, and several more children have come one after another in the spacious wing room, the oldest is no more than two years old, and the youngest is less than a month old.

Surprisingly, the Sun Lichai who was treated by Lu Zhengkang before seemed to be cured. Not only did she grow up, but her mind seemed to begin to develop rapidly. She often asked her mother Sun Wang to take her to the courtyard to play with Lu Zhengkang, and gradually became New members of the other house.

Compared with other children, Sun Lichai is the oldest and very sensible. Every time Xu Ranxue reads, she reads with her, a little bit, never understands her meaning, and has something to learn. She learns faster and faster, even Everyone can raise some reasonable questions, which shows that he has his own thinking, and the smile on Mr. Xu's face is getting more and more every day.

He said to Lu Zhengkang, "You little Bodhisattva, you share your spiritual wisdom with other children. Are you not afraid of becoming stupid?" He also realized that the talents of the children in Yigu's house are generally higher, and slowly Yes, Xu Ranxue has accepted what the monks said about the Buddha.

Lu Zhengkang smiled and said: "Wisdom is not water. If you divide it, you will be less. Wisdom is like light. If you light a candle, it will be brighter."

Xu Ranxue shook his head and nodded, "You compare yourself to fire, so you are so angry!"

"Burning the lamp, burning the lamp, there is no lamp, how can the fire come?"

"You can use the Zen machine at a young age! It's useless to tell me this." Xu Ranxue shook his head, turned his back, and continued to read.

"The peacock flies southeast, wandering about five miles. Thirteen can weave, and fourteen learn to tailor clothes..."

What he chanted was the first long poem of Han Yuefu "Peacock Flies Southeast".

Lu Zhengkang smiled, listening to the poems, leisurely fascinated.

The peacock flies, the mandarin ducks are scattered, and the twin trees beside the courtyard are slender, and it is difficult to connect the branches.

Love, worldliness, and human hearts are all silhouettes of red dust.

Lu Zhengkang was in a daze and saw a gorgeous bead net, swinging and shaking, and endless brilliance was released from the precious beads, as if there were all kinds of life, the cycle of plants and trees.

It is the Indra net.

There is a solemn and perfect existence looming in the void behind this big net, that is Lu Zhengkang's sacrificial body.

Uncover this net.

After Lu Zhengkang had this idea, the curtain net suddenly raised a corner, and the golden river gushed out from it, drowning his sight.

Lu Zhengkang felt a violent shock, and then the scene before him disappeared.

When I opened my eyes, the summer sun was clear and clear, the air was hot and damp, and I started to sing. The weeping willows by the courtyard pond slapped the branches in the wind, making a slight sound.

Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and carefully observed his palm, as if it were a certain treasure.

Xu Ranxue glanced at him and continued to recite poems.

"Pines and cypresses are planted in east and west, and phoenix trees are planted on the left and right. The branches and branches are covered, and the leaves and leaves are in communication..."

This shape is illusory and transparent.

There is a perfect air mass agitating under the skin.

Lu Zhengkang felt anxious, but this emotion was unfounded.

As if his body was talking about something, but his soul was deaf.

The existence behind the Indra net, the rushing river of golden light...

Lu Zhengkang's eyes moved around and then locked on the pair of antlers.

The skinny antlers came from a transparent white light, and gathered into a small white deer, running and jumping between the beds.

Lu Zhengkang's gaze chased the white deer, watching it kick on the children's body, screamed on top of Sun Lichai's head, jumped on Xu Dye's shoulder, lowered his head and gnawed at his collar, turned around suddenly, and leaped high. , Stepping out of thin air, getting bigger and bigger, farther and farther, rushing out of the house, rushing into the sky, flying into the sea of ​​flowers in the sky, it is wandering, the stars accompany it around, the sunrise is the tassel on its head, the neon after the rain The rainbow was a blanket, and the moonlight turned into a yin Luo. His footsteps made ripples in the sky, and its neighing sound was deafening...

Suddenly, it faced Lu Zhengkang's eyes.

The wet eyes seemed to have infinite affection.

It rushed over, cut through the sky, and fell into Lu Zhengkang's forehead.

...

"Buddha! Look at the buddha!" ​​A monk with a loud voice saw the incredible scene, yelled deeply, before the words fell, the whole Songshan seemed to tremble for a moment, and the violent air current rushed up from the Daxiong Palace, a glare of golden light It shot out from the main entrance and arrived at the other courtyard in a flash. After landing, the light converged, revealing an old monk with gray beard, who was the abbot Zixing Zen master.

"How about Buddha!" ​​the abbot asked every word, his face seemed to be burnt with a terrible light, like a god's glaring, so that people did not dare to look at him.

The roaring monk was pointing at Lu Zhengkang in the room excitedly, "Abbot! Look at the Buddha! This is a show of wonderful things!"

Zen Master Zixing glanced along his fingers, and suddenly the anger on his face disappeared, and his face turned into a smile that couldn't be hidden.

In the small room, the Buddha was wearing a white robe, sitting cross-legged, his hands knotted fearlessly, his black hair was coiled into a spiral bun, white jade antlers sprouted on both sides of his forehead, his nose was broad, his lips were full, his eyelashes were long, and his skin was fair. There is a little light in the whole body, just like a deer.

Chapter 89 Sun Lichai, the upper edge

Lu Zhengkang opened his eyes, and then he saw a scene of deja vu.

A circle of bald donkeys were staring at him with a smile, and their expressions were between the piglets waiting for feed and the old farmer cutting rice.

In short, Lu Zhengkang was speechless.

He still didn't plan to talk to them.

Raising his hand to touch the short antlers on his head, the real touch is connected with the skull, and it is lightly flicked, and there is a clear sound like a bell. The monks grinned to the heels of their mouths.

"Buddha--" the abbot called softly.

Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Just say what you have."

"But does the Buddha prove to be the fruit position of Mahasattva?"

"What is Mahasattva?" Lu Zhengkang asked rhetorically.

"on……"

The abbot was trying to explain, but he swallowed when the words reached his lips.

Can a Buddha who has read so many Buddhist scriptures thoroughly until Mahasattva means Bodhisattva?So he is not asking questions, nor is he an answerer.On the contrary, he is the questioner, and the Buddha answered with a rhetorical question.

Zen Master Zixing subconsciously moved the rosary in his hand, and his thoughts were mixed.

When Lu Zhengkang saw the old monk's dilemma, he couldn't help but sneered, and he was able to stop the group of bald donkeys.

In his opinion, this group of monks had a deviation in their understanding of Buddhism.

Perhaps because of the prosperity of martial arts, the public's method of proving the correctness of the truth is not consciously biased towards intuitive performance, that is, "not powerful", as long as it is better than you, then what I said is correct.

This answer is not wrong in the face of almost all the problems that most people will encounter.

What's wrong is that people mistakenly believe that truth is achieved with strength.

The truth is always there, and the truth is higher than everything else, and closer to the essence.