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Speaking of antlers, he turned his mind to his appearance again.

To Lu Zhengkang, his body is like the brilliance on an orb. The beautiful appearance that mortals see is not all of him. This brilliance can flow with the perspective of the beholder, or because of the brightness of the environment. And increase or decrease.

Although it has not yet reached the state where even the orb itself can be turned into light, the physical existence is not very important to Lu Zhengkang.

If there is reincarnation, then Lu Zhengkang will never lose his consciousness, and he will still be the Buddha in the next life.

Even further, he can choose to transcend reincarnation, merge into the upper condition, and stop reincarnation.

According to Theravada Buddhism, he is at least Stuart now, and according to Mahayana Buddhism, he is also close to the Arahant.

People in the realm of Lu Zhengkang are called a bodhisattva in the dunya. They can't be called a high level at all. They are even very low-key. After all, there are so many liars who have learned a little bit of Buddhism and called themselves Buddhas and living Buddhas. Chaoyang 300,000 Rinpoche 'S name is no joke.

He doesn't care about it at all.

But the monks of Shaolin Temple don't think so.

In their view, after Lu Zhengkang revealed his wonderful appearance, even if he was actually a bodhisattva reincarnated.

What makes the bald donkeys bald and bald is that this bodhisattva is a bit too low-key. He has neither saved sentient beings nor passed the second half of the Buddhist teachings.

Out of a certain mentality, they began to select the one suitable for Lu Zhengkang's situation from the vast number of Bodhisattva names. It seemed that the Buddha must be called XX Bodhisattva.

They dig through boxes and close cabinets and search exhaustively. There are hundreds of famous Bodhisattvas in a Buddhist book, and hundreds of millions of them without names. The monks don’t do morning classes now. At the request of the master abbot, All monks in Shaolin Temple are counting Bodhisattvas there every day.

There are people who are indifferent, sneaky and slippery, and there are people who are obsessed with insensitivity, and are infatuated. They sit and think, stand and think, walk and think, and when they go to the hut to relieve their hands, they have to recite a few taboos. The pilgrims who came to worship the Buddha were taken aback. For a moment, afterwards, these bald heads with small brains and small brains stared at gold stars one by one, and they almost didn't recognize the word Bodhisattva.

Lu Zhengkang saw a monk on duty whispering and pacing in the yard. Later, he stood outside the window and stared inside, making several children cry.

"..."

Lu Zhengkang slammed the window shut.

Sitting on the couch, he flipped through the book silently. Xu Ranxue was sitting on a grandmaster's chair, explaining Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Heavenly Grandma's Farewell" to Sun Lichai who was standing next to him.

After Lu Zhengkang was almost halfway through the book "Golden Formula", a panicked apology came from outside the window, "The little monk disturbed the Buddha, it should not be done, then go to the precepts to receive punishment!"

"When you get to the temple, call Zen Master Zixing by the way."

"Obviously!" The monk moved fast, and he left after a few ups and downs.

Xu Ranxue glanced sideways and muttered, "What a mighty prestige!"

Lu Zhengkang also glanced at him, Xu Ranxue hurriedly lowered his head to read the poem.

Not long after, the abbot knocked on the door.

"come in."

Zen Master Zixing smiled and gave Lu Zhengkang an eleven ceremony, "What can Buddha give you?"

"I heard that you are looking for my law name?" He said in a flat tone, "You can't find it, just pick one."

These words made the abbot's old face glowing, "Buddha's words are serious, and the matter is big, how can you not take it to heart."

"Well, let me say one, you will call me that in the future."

The old monk rubbed his hands and looked at Lu Zhengkang expectantly.

"Well, let's call it Luyuan, the name of Luyuan, Bailu's Deer, Fate of Fate."

"I have seen the Bodhisattva of Luyuan!" The old monk clasped his hands together in a pious manner.

Chapter 91: Autumn, Worm, Trace

There are really many bodhisattvas in the Buddhist scriptures, and there are many weird names. For example, in the first article of the Lotus Sutra frequently read by Lu Zhengkang, there are many bodhisattva taboos.

Among them are familiar ones, such as Manjushri Bodhisattva and Guanshiyin Bodhisattva; some are nice and elegant, such as Baoyue Bodhisattva, Moonlight Bodhisattva; some are handsome and cool, such as Immeasurable Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva of Transcending the Three Realms; but there are also those that make people spew food, such as Dali Bodhisattva, for example, the Bodhisattva without rest.Lu Zhengkang especially suspects that these weird names are filling up.

As for the deer fate he gave himself, it is neither mighty nor solemn, but it is very literary. He is personally satisfied, and the monks can accept it.

At this point, the farce of finding Lu Zhengkang's law name has come to an end. Lu Zhengkang has a clean time before the gang of bald donkeys make a moth.

After the little girl Sun Lichai’s parents negotiated for a while, they finally agreed to send her to Yigu Temple to practice, but it must be a year later, when the bhikshunis in the nunnery will come to the other yard and take away the abandoned girls. Sun Lichai picked it up.

She herself did not express any opinions on this, neither happy nor sad, and even the sorrow of leaving home was never revealed. A child of this age cannot do without his parents, but Sun Lichai is steady like an adult.

Lu Zhengkang is still aware of her depression, but she seems to be naturally good at concealing her emotions, or the sickness that has tortured her since she fell to the ground makes her young heart covered by thick armor. In short, Sun Lichai is always innocent and happy. Will not show the slightest negative posture to make people worry.

People around said that going to Yigu Temple to learn some Buddhism and martial arts is a great thing for the little girl, and she seems to have confirmed this. Others teased her that she was not afraid of being hurt by herself in the future, and she said she was not afraid. , Asked her if she would miss home, she said yes, and then asked if she was going to the nunnery to have a happy time, she grinned, showing her white baby teeth, and replied loudly.

Then the audience laughed.

Sun Wang's face has a light look.

Sun Lichai is such a well-behaved child who can bring happiness to people.

But this happiness will be short-lived.

Her upper edge beads are shrinking.

This change is very slight, but Lu Zhengkang is still aware of it, because a child of her age should have a bigger upper edge bead.

It seems that she is derailing from the world a little bit, and the line connecting her to the upper edge is getting less and less.

It really was a premature death.

Lu Zhengkang was silent.

Just watch her laughter, her words, her bright eyes, and the hope for the future deep in those eyes.

Time flies quickly, and soon the scorching heat of summer will disperse with the cicadas on the branches getting lower and lower.

Autumn begins in August, and it's time for weaving to be active, and there are loud insects in the fields and forests.

Sun Lichai was particularly happy. She asked her parents for some money, and went to the town’s catching and weaving people’s house to buy some crude insect nets.

She wanted to catch one of the best-looking crickets and give it to Lu Zhengkang, and such a net was barely enough.

It’s not difficult to catch and promote weaving. This kind of insects are active in the fields and can be seen everywhere, but it is not easy to find a good weaving. It is possible to find cherished promotion weaving in the place of the Ming.

The day before she left, she excitedly said to Lu Zhengkang that she would let her father take her to find the crickets. In the little girl’s simple narrative, her father was a comprehensive person. If there were any major events in the family, it was her. The father set out to do it, and it is often possible and capable. In Jianchuan Town, her father Sun Zhengdao is also praised. Such a person, as a father, I am afraid that no child will dislike it.

At least in Sun Lichai's mind, her father is an omnipotent person.

"I'm going to catch Suzhi, and I will see you in a few days." The little girl waved to Lu Zhengkang implicitly and left with Sun Wang.

In this way, she stepped into the cold autumn breeze and walked on the earth. The dark soil was bred with the breath of golden harvest, and every step of Sun Lichai's step, she seemed to step on golden sparks between the ups and downs. The color of is the color of heavy ears of rice, the color of dry leaves, the color of dusk and sunset, the color of the vitality of the harvest.