After saying that, Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva clasped his hands together, bowed to the direction of Leiyin Temple, and then floated down from the six-tooth white elephant and patted the white elephant with his hands. The white elephant flew into the sky and disappeared. Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva himself fell to the main hall of Xiaolinglong Temple. Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva released his Buddhist consciousness and looked at the situation around Xiaolinglong Temple. Then, after thinking for a moment, he walked to the main hall, sat cross-legged, faced the statue of Maitreya Buddha, and bowed his head to recite the scriptures.

But how long did two original thoughts and a clear light swept over. Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva never opened his eyes, and the scriptures did not stop reciting. He was so clear that this must be the original thought of Zhenkong and others exploring the Great Snow Mountain. However, with the strength of Zhenkong and others, it was not enough to detect the existence of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in Namo Daxing.

After the Yuanming swept over, I don’t know how long it took, a dull knocking sound came from the door, and Chunzang’s voice also came: “Is there a senior brother here? The disciple is Chunzang who is seeking sutras in the Pure Land. He passed by here today. It’s too late today. I hope my senior brother can stay overnight!”

"Monk..." Zhenhan's voice sounded inappropriately, "I told you that this is a deserted temple and there is no one at all!"

Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva floated out of the hall, and the Buddha light flashed around him and turned into an old monk. But he saw the old monk wearing strange orange clothes and a red hat like a cockscomb on his head. Moreover, the old monk transformed by Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva also had skin %∧ black and red, his face was full of wrinkles, and under his snow-white eyebrows, his eyes that were narrowed together seemed to be submerged in the wrinkles of time. This old monk was actually very similar to what Xiao Hua saw back then.

Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva stood in front of the hall and waved his hand slowly. The broom that had been thrown by the water tank in the corner of the wall fell into his hands. Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked at the place of the temple gate with interest, and looked up at the sky. At this time, the tens of thousands of vortexes had exploded, and countless Buddha lights had covered tens of thousands of miles of place. Thousands of Buddha lights were superimposed together, and no one could tell how many levels there were. And within these Buddha lights, countless Buddha kingdoms began to gradually emerge. Straws of faith had begun to flow between the Buddha kingdoms! However, Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was a little puzzled again, because there was a same vortex within the Buddha light. These vortexes were also superimposed with the superimposition of Buddha light. These layers of vortexes were hidden behind the Buddha light, which looked quite strange.

However, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, the Great Journey of Namo, had no time to check it out, and the door of the Xiaolinglong Temple was pushed open again with a "knowledge".

"Huh?" Zhenkong's surprised voice came. "Why is there an old monk here? Could it be the demon clan?"

With Zhenkong's voice, he stepped past Chunzang and blocked Namo's great journey, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. The magic wand in his hand held a stick flower in the air, and looked at Samantabhadra Bodhisattva with great alertness.

"Dog shit! What demon clan..." Longma Zhenfeng's voice rang out, "There are only two types of things in this world in your eyes. One type will not hurt monks, and the other type will hurt monks! Can you see the old monk hurt monks?"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva of Namo Grand Historian ignored the quarrel between them and only took a broom to clean the snow on the ground. The snow had already been cleaned up by some means when he fell into Xiaolinglong Temple. Now he has just swept some thin floating snow.

Jin Guang's eyes flashed out of Jin Kong's eyes, and he looked carefully for a few times. He couldn't see anything, but just as he was about to raise the magic wand, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen something, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. There was a hint of ridicule, and then he carried the magic wand on his shoulder and let his figure beside him.

"Old man..." Seeing Zhenkong get out of the way, Chunzang walked over quickly and clasped his hands together. "Disciple Chunzang..."

Chunzang wanted to see the ceremony, but Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva seemed to have not seen him, and turned around and swept to other places.

Chunzang had no choice but to walk forward and grabbed the broom, and smiled and said, "Master, you are old, so let's rest beside you. The rest... I'll help you clean..."

"Oh, little monk..." Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva trembled, looked up at Chunzang and said, "Okay, since you want to sweep, just sweep more..."

While speaking, Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva let go and looked at Zhenkong and others. His eyes were originally squinting, and suddenly opened wide. He pointed at Xuankong in surprise and shouted: "Monster, monster!"

"Hehe, I'm a monster, what are you?" Although Zhenkong saw something, he was still not particularly respectful and asked without hesitation.

"Ah? He is also a monster?" Longma Zhenfeng was shocked and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva turned pale, and he grabbed Chunzang's sleeve and shouted, "What? Little monk, does your horse speak human words? Is it... it also a monster?"

Chunzang held the broom in one hand and held the old monk with the other. He replied with a slightly loud voice: "Master, don't be afraid. This dragon horse is my disciple. Although he looks like a dragon horse, he is actually a dragon clan, and he is the same lineage as the guardian of my Buddhist sect! "

"Monk..." Longma Zhenfeng was displeased and shouted, "How can the dragon in your Buddhist sect compare to my Dragon Island bloodline?"

"Namo Amitabha..." The old monk was still scared, and his hand, like a dry vine, held Chunzang tightly and shouted, "Since it is a dragon, it is a monster. I remember that when I was a child, my house was next to a river. There were often dragons in it, and I had to eat children's every year!"

"That old man..." Longma Zhenfeng became even more displeased and almost jumped up and shouted, "Is that a dragon good? To put it bluntly, it's just that a python becomes a spirit. How can it be compared with me?"

"Namo Amitabha..." The old monk's face turned pale, and he hid his body on the side of Chunzang, and looked at Longma Zhenfeng and said, "You said he was your disciple. Seeing that he didn't even call you a master, how could he be your disciple! Such an disciple...what do you want him to do!"

"Damn..." Longma Zhenfeng said angrily, "What does it have to do with you whether I call you master or not?"

"Zhenfeng..." Chunzang finally couldn't help it and shouted, "You go outside the temple and don't scare this old man."

Longma Zhenfeng smiled and said, "If the master is worried that the disciple is carrying the scriptures outside, then the disciple will go there..."

"Master, you don't have to worry about this!" Zhenhan, who had been watching the fun for a long time, immediately walked over and said with a smile, "Disciple, take off the true scriptures from my junior brother's back, and then let the senior brother kick him off the mountainside with one kick!"

"Zhenhan..." Longma Zhenfeng was a little panicked, "You dare, I will give you ten more courage..."

"What are I afraid of?" Zhenhan replied with interest, "You should ask the senior brother..."

As he said that, Zhenhan half-true and half-falsely pulled the dragon horse Zhenfeng and walked towards a corner of the small temple, away from the old monk. As for Zhenkong, he had already jumped onto the wall of the small temple, raised his eyes and looked at the Buddha light and colorful clouds in the sky. Hearing the rumbling sound, his face was filled with expectation, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha, it makes the old man laugh!" Chunzang smiled and helped the old monk to one side of the hall, cleaned the dust on the steps with a cassock, and asked the old monk to sit down, saying, "The disciples of my monk are naughty and often commit some precepts inadvertently. It is my monk's fault for not educating enough! But these disciples of my monks have good hearts..."

"Semiotic people once said that if you don't raise your parents, you will be the fault of your father. If you don't teach strictly, you will be lazy. Your master is indeed incompetent!" The old monk sat down, his eyes still narrowed, and replied faintly.

Chunzang smiled bitterly. When the old monk sat down, he took the broom and started to clean the ground of Xiaolinglong Temple, just like Xiao Hua came to Xiaolinglong Temple that day. Before the Buddha's light came, there was heavy snow, and no matter how hard the snow was cleaned, it could not catch up with the falling snow. After the Buddha's light came, the clouds had been dispersed, and the snowflakes had stopped dancing long ago. Perhaps there were still some unwilling snow chips in the air to join in the fun, but it was much easier for Chunzang to clean it up.

In just half a meal, Chunzang had cleaned the entire courtyard. When he closed the snow at the foot of the wall, he naturally picked up the wooden cover on the water tank at the foot of the wall, as if he wanted to get water to drink. But when he picked up the wooden cover, the water tank was empty and there was no drop of water at all. Chunzang was stunned!

At this time, a wry smile appeared on the face of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva of Namo. He could clean the snow in the courtyard at will so that the courtyard would look like someone was cleaning it frequently. But he didn't drink water, so why did he think of putting water in the water tank?

"Zhenkong..." Chunzang was stunned for a moment and raised his head and shouted, "You go and get some water for this old man! On such a heavy snowy day, it is afraid that it will be inconvenient for him to get water!"

"Yes, Master..." Zhenkong answered immediately without any hesitation. At this time, Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva smiled, "The water in the mortal world can only relieve thirst in the mouth, so how can it be relieved in the relics?"

Chunzang smiled slightly and said, "The Buddha's words are naturally the sweet rain of relics. You have to listen to the Buddha's mantra at all times, and the relics will naturally not be thirsty!"

"Namo Maitreya Buddha..." Namo Daxing Samantabhadra Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully, "What the monk said is very, but I don't know. If the relics do not know how to drink water and do not know how to listen, then what should I do?"

"Educate..." Chunzang did not hesitate, "Teaching and influence it, follow it thousands of miles without fear, and you will see the true appearance of the Buddha at every step."

"Okay, monk, please..." Namo's great master Samantabhadra Bodhisattva took a deep breath, moved away from his body, raised his hand and signaled, "Please take the first step to see the Buddha!" ​​(To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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