Legend of the Great Saint

At this time, Abbot Yangon saw nothing but grass and shallots, and the moon was like silver in the wilderness, and a small figure flew in.

Mumbled: “What are you asking? ”

“Egg Sheng" stood in front of the temple gate and held his knee for a deep breath, persevering: “Let's go! ”

If his life was destined to be a nightmare, he would fight like Li Qingshan, not hide like a coward and dare not sleep.

“Wait!”

“Egg Sheng" broke into the temple again, clanging and shouting, then clapping his hands out with satisfaction.

In the Galaxy Palace, the last Galaxy God named “Li Qingshan” was smashed to pieces, and he could no longer see the appearance of the mighty wind.

“Why?” Abbot Yangon was also greatly surprised. Being a god was consecrated, about what all practitioners expected. Was it too far behind the position?

“I don't want people to worship me! ”

“Amitabha, do you wish to be equal to all beings? Poor monks are less ashamed.” Abbot Yangon put his hands together and smiled and sighed: “But you're the only one who can do this. ”

“What the hell is going on? ”

“Don't worry, we'll just walk away and say. ”

They approached the silver blue night and disappeared into the vast wilderness.

The monks are all soft-headed in a wolfish palace of galaxy. In the pure earth of great joy, it is not to say that the idols served in the temple, even if it is a piece of paper drawing the idols, no one dares to destroy them at all.

These are appalling and treacherous things that they have not heard or heard, let alone know what to do.

In the tall, deep temple, the Galaxy God and the gods will seem to be staring at them. The monks fell to the ground, kowtowing like garlic, accusing them constantly.

Still the Abbot presided most calmly, ordered: "Clean this place up quickly and go to Master Zhu's carpenter's shop to invite another one as usual. No one is allowed to divulge anything here. ”

He went to the corner to hold up most of Li Qingshan's remaining head, his ass facing the sky, and worshipped deeply: "The monk is not well guarded, please forgive the sins of God, and be sure to reshape the body for the respect of God as soon as possible. ”

The next morning, the Galaxy Palace was again spotless, a new statue, standing high on the altar. Bright sunshine falls on him, more pleasant and windy.

From time to time, the monks come to see and worship to confirm the existence of this statue.

What happened last night was like a nightmare!

Meanwhile, "Egg Sheng" told Abbot Yangon what had happened to him, feeling that Abbot Yangon had no malice.

“You have lost your memory. ”

“Did you hit your head?” Egg raw ”hands touched his head for a while, but he didn't find even a big bag.

“Ha ha, of course not. ”

Abbot Yangon implicitly guessed that Li Qingshan deliberately sealed his memories to resist the influence of this delightful pure earth. With his knowledge of the boy, he could definitely do something like this.

“So how do we recover? ”

“Well, that's a good idea.” Abbot Yangon smiled a little, and Jun-soo's face looked a little disgusting, and patted him on the shoulder: “Don't thank me, I asked you to do something, it should pay off. ”

So I turned my foot, slightly off direction, through the dense forest, no beasts in the forest; across a great river, no fish in the river; climbed a mountain, only the birds roared, undisturbed, with wonderful melodies, as if singing this wonderful world.

Sometimes crowds of birds gather, gather and clutch, and the sound of wings clapping sounds all over the sky. It's like a feathery paradise, and they can't stand and admire it.

Climbing to the summit of the mountain, overlooking the entire plain, “Egg raw” eyes open, only the countless buildings at the foot of the mountain are scaled, the shrines, towers, water canals, palaces, fountains, temples, squares, stretching all the way to the end of the horizon, not knowing hundreds of miles.

Even in his previous life, he had never seen a city this big. Clear rivers flowing from the mountains run across the city and spread through the canals to various corners.

They went down the river, and the city was full of birdspeaking floral scents, and people were flowing everywhere, but they were not doing nothing. There are also traders and craftsmen who call for sale. But on their faces, they had no hard feelings.

Merchants are not worried that their goods will not sell or bid, there is no opportunity to calculate, enthusiastically share with the passers-by, it is more like a bird singing at a competition, becoming a street scenery.

Craftsmen devote themselves to their own livelihood, but no longer live by it, but with a passion from the heart. Any one of them, in the dust world, is a master of excellence. And the handicrafts from their hands, all exquisite, must be worth a lot in the ordinary world, now they are just on the side of the road for passers-by to choose from.

And not gold, silver, copper, iron, but a bodhichi.

In this world, Bodhi trees are everywhere, Bodhi books are worthless. But there is no greedy evil in everyone's heart. Bodhisattva is merely a proof of faith. Everyone does their duty and takes what they need. You make them do nothing, and they don't think it's funny.

Along the way, "Egg Raw" mouth was empty, hugging a lot of food and drink. Though he did not have half the Bodhi in his hand, he was surrounded by Abbot Yangon. Others thought he was the little Sami who was traveling with his master in the clouds. He fought to put things in his arms.

“Here... really...” he muttered, swallowing everything in his mouth: "... nice place! ”

The chef's craftsmanship is fantastic, the crystal clear sweet potato glutinous rice black sesame cake, the scorched yellow thousand pages of tofu, the sweet corn spoons and countless more, and he still doesn't have the same amount of weight, which makes him very appetizing.

“I, the Buddha, have mercy on all beings. If that were the case in a thousand worlds, it would be good!” Abbot Yangon's heartfelt sentiments and endless aspirations.

“Hey, it won't be a problem until then, all the monks can go home. ”

Abbot Yangon said: "At that time, there will be no need for monks. Perhaps not even Buddha. ”

“Egg Sheng" stunned for a moment, just in this faint kung fu, an old lady raised her head and walked like a flying face, didn't notice him, and hit him hard.

He was small, but powerful, and he didn't shake. The old lady screamed and fell to the ground.

He hurried to help the old lady, who suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly. He panicked in his heart and didn't know what he was panicking about. He always felt like something terrible was about to happen.

The old lady said, “Son, are you okay?” Touched him all over his body: “Grandma didn't smash you! ”

“No... no! ”

“Amitabha Buddha, bless, bless, bless, bless, bless!” The old lady climbed up and stuffed him with a bodhisattva: “Take it and buy some sugar!” Walking away again.

“Egg raw” looks at the Bodhisattva in his hand: “Eh... I blackmail!? ”