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"Who dares?" Li Meizheng was furious. In a trance, a lion-faced god uttered a wild roar. The main door master Li shrank his head and said in a low voice: "I dare not dare...No, no one dares..." While talking, he secretly looked outside the house, no one passed by.

So from this day on, Li Dingxun’s practice time was shortened, and an old teacher came to teach him every day.

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Childhood is very boring.

Li Dingxun does not have many things to do every day, except for three meals, defecation and other physical activities, which are exercises and reading. Finally, before going to bed at night, he was ordered to recite the "Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva" a hundred times.

His range of activities is even more pitiful, only in the yard.

Fortunately, the scenery in the yard is good. Southern gardens are always happy to fill as many things as possible in a small pattern. For a child, this is no different from a whole world.

Ponds, rockeries, woods, and bluestone roads are narrow and covered with moss. Li Dingxun walks out of the wing where he lives, and when he looks up, there are large shades of trees, bright green, and the gloomy sky is always squeezed into small. The broken pieces are like blank spaces on the canvas.

Passing through the fallen leaves of the rain flower and stone, came to the side of the small pool. The stones piled up on the side of the pool were considered to be railings. Li Dingxun often sat on these stones when he was free.

In fact, he guessed that he could do nothing, his parents wouldn’t ask for anything, but he still maintained a life’s inertia, standing uninteresting, shaking his head and chanting is still uninteresting, but Li Dingxun never bored, In fact, everything he sees is neither like nor disgusting.

For the time being, his naive heart didn't encounter anything that was shocking or grabbing.

The duckweed in the pond, the microworms on the water, the cicadas on the trees, the mosquitoes in the shadows, the centipedes under the rocks... The world of children is also microscopic. Li Dingxun noticed from time to time that in this yard, in addition to maids and servants, in addition to Apart from the occasional parents, I actually have the most insects and plants.

So he often thinks that he is a guest.

The old gentleman taught him the etiquette, so Li Dingxun is very regular. He is always very regular in his yard, because the owners here are bugs and vegetation.

Fortunately, the host was very tolerant and allowed Li Dingxun to observe their shapes carefully, as long as the two sides kept a distance between them.

He had many questions in his heart, but he couldn't express it because of the inconvenience of words, so he simply didn't say it.

The old man who taught said that Li Dingxun was a stupid boy, and his father and mother asked him where he was stupid.

When the adults were talking, Li Dingxun stood by, and he could feel the emotions of those around him.The old gentleman was cold, his father was lost, and his mother was still so gentle. The maids expressed a feeling of pity, which Li Dingxun didn't understand.

Children who are not taller than their waist often have to look up to see the adult's face.Tall, their facial features were blurred by the light of the environment, while their lips were moving, their throats were rolling, their chests were undulating, and their voices and halos mixed into a blurred grayish yellow.Many weird birds flew out of this chaos. Lu Zhengkang chased them. He moved his eyes to the window, over the treetops, hovering in the cloudy sky, and then passed the pot ear wall, through the moon gate, in the low She flew over the female wall and continued to walk through the stilted buildings, watchtowers, and scattered houses.The scenery along the way was brought by the eyes of the birds, and Li Dingxun just stared at the wall in a daze.

Li Piguang sent the old gentleman out of the house in an orderly manner, told his disciples to take him to rest, and then turned back to the house, and saw that her eldest son was wandering away from the sky, and her wife, her good sister, Li Meizheng, she looked at her son so fondly daze.The weak light in the room suppressed all the colors, and the sky outside the window only illuminates the small cupolas on the son’s head, as well as his own women’s dresses. The golden moiré embroidery on the skirts shines as if A little sunset hanging down.

The master's heart suddenly relaxed.

Children are stupid, and happiness is the most important thing.

Chapter 137 The Pure Land of the Holy Way, Successor

Some things become custom if everyone does it.

For example, reciting the Buddha's name, such as choosing a few days to eat in a year...These things make everyone more or less strange. When do you get used to doing these?To commemorate the Bodhisattva Deer?To be a monk for a few days?

As a human activity, festival customs often give people a reason to be busy or leisurely.Get together to do something and enjoy the fun of socializing.As for why it should be done, it does not matter.

So the custom is actually very annoying for some people.They don't like socializing, and they don't want to do things that are superfluous.

But no matter what kind of person, they are inseparable from Pure Land.

The two words "Pure Land" have vitality. It is difficult for anyone to say bluntly and simply what the Pure Land represents, but it is obvious that a person who cannot enter the Pure Land will be excluded.This squeeze is not due to superior emotions, but because of the generation gap.It is useless to reason with the deaf and show the blind paintings.

If you don't enter the pure land, you don't know the world.

Luyuan Bodhisattva created a world for the world.In this regard, it is not excessive to remember Him, to thank Him, and to hold festivals for Him.

People always put all the beautiful words on Deer Yuan Bodhisattva.As if it is not a cloud of history, the Bodhisattva is the long beam in everyone's heart.

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Li Dingxun chanted "Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva" as usual in the room.

Futons, incense burners, and hanging pictures are all available in the quiet room. The little child sits cross-legged, his voice squeezed out of his immature teeth, and he doesn't take it into his heart.

This matter became a very procedural work. Li Dingxun heard a slight echo at some point, as if a transparent person in a corner of the quiet room was also chanting the Buddha's name.

The voice was too soft, he only realized it now.

Li Dingxun squinted his surroundings.

In the dark room, there was a faint smell of good-smelling smoke, and there was some light movement outside. The maids were cleaning up the bedroom, putting candlesticks, bottles and jars together, and the impact of the utensils would make fragmentary sounds.

In short, the room is very quiet.

A kind of silence that scares children to cry.

The moonlight, white and bright, came in from the round window on the east wall. The shadow on the ground was in the shape of a window pane. It was a "Fu" with a continuous pen. The light was tilted and shone at the foot of the wall, and the word fortune was also bent. stand up.

Looking at the round window, some mosquitoes were flying, but they were also afraid of smoke, so they didn't come in to bite Li Dingxun.

After listening carefully for a while, there was no voice from the second person.

So Li Dingxun read the Buddha's title several times.

He told himself that there was no one.But there seemed to be another voice in my ear.

Got to get out of here.

Li Dingxun stood up and walked to the door.

The gentle footsteps follow.Li Dingxun froze.The closer you get to the door, the heavier the second footstep.

Going back... the footsteps really became lighter.

Still have to go.

Li Dingxun was silent, but he could not think of a countermeasure.

There is only one thought in my mind-go.

I don't know if the thoughts are too strong and cause the hallucinations, in short, he feels something is shining.

Nothing is shining, but the whole quiet room is shining.

The darkness receded, but the walls were not exposed.

The golden light is like a flame on the canvas, burning the surface world and presenting the real world.

The golden world.

Li Dingxun stared blankly at everything in front of him, everything that would not appear in his dream.

Mountains and seas, jewels piled up, lush vegetation.