My Weird Life

Chapter 189: Buddha of Kema Temple (1/2)

Chapter 189 The Buddha of Gema Temple (12)

Snowflakes are flying outside the window,

The fireplace in the room is burning brightly, making the interior warm like spring.

Thirteen or fourteen years old, a gloomy young man sat cross-legged on a wool blanket, holding a gabala bowl in one hand and a sapphire hand stove in the other.

His eyes seemed to be open and closed,

lips moved,

Continue to recite the secret mantra: "Maha Kalaya, Hum Sasak, Satrodu..."

As he continued to recite the secret mantra, the colorful objects in the Gabala bowl gradually turned into mist and slowly floated into the sapphire hand stove in the other hand.

The sound of 'cuckoo' came from the stove,

like a toad neighing.

The whole stove was shaking constantly,

wisps of flamboyant splendor reflected on the hand stove, constantly twisting.

After about half an hour,

The young Buddha stopped reciting the secret mantra.

All the colorful objects in the Gabala bowl have been poured into the sapphire hand stove, and the flame pattern on the sapphire hand stove has gradually faded away.

There is no more sound coming from inside.

Buddha put the stove and the kabala bowl on the table,

wipe off the sweat from his face,

stood up, wearing a red monk robe of kudzu cloth, walking back and forth in the living room barefoot, a hint of impatience appeared between his brows.

Just as the gloomy color between his brows became more intense,

There was a messy sound of footsteps outside the door.

His expression moved slightly,

Sit back cross-legged on the wool blanket.

The sound of footsteps was much lighter outside the door. After a while of back and forth, the outsider knocked on the wooden door, and at the same time said tremblingly: "Buddha, the servant is back."

"Come in."

The young Buddha nodded.

Put the stove on the table in the palm of your hand,

The warm warmth radiated from the hand stove, warming his palm.

The people outside the door pushed the door in response.

His clothes were tattered, and his tall and sturdy body had just scabbed over his body. At this time, he was carrying a food box and stood at the door, flatteringly kowtows to the young Buddha.

"Get up, stand outside the door,

Don't soil the blankets here. "The young Buddha frowned and looked at the strong servant covered in blood and snow, and shouted.

The strong servant hastily retreated to the door,

shivered in the cold wind, but still grinned and smiled at the young Buddha: "Buddha, I went to Zhaitang to bring you breakfast."

The young man did not even look at the food box in the hands of the strong servant,

staring into each other's eyes,

stared straight at the other party and lowered his head in fear, before he said, "The scriptures I asked you to take, why didn't you take them?"

"The little servant rushed to the Jinglun Academy early in the morning,

I was supposed to be there to guard it. After the Sutra Collection Building is opened, go in and choose the Buddhist scriptures you need!

But the monk from the Jinglun Academy deceived the servant,

It was said that it would take a long time for the Buddhist scriptures building to open, so the servants should go outside first.

The little servant thought, Buddha, before you have eaten, you went to the restaurant to pick up your meal, but when you come back, it will be late, and everyone else has chosen the two sutras you chose, Buddha.

When the disciple goes to take it again,

has nothing left.

These two sutras are so important to the disciples of the Buddha, how could the little servant go home empty-handed? So I thought to ask the servants of other Buddhist disciples to borrow a scripture,

Who knows that he not only refuses to borrow,

On the contrary, he injured the servant and took away the magic sword that the elder gave to the servant..." The strong servant thumped and knelt on the ground, and immediately explained to the young Buddha with tears streaming down his face.

When he blocked Danga with others earlier, he looked stupid and bold,

Facing his own Buddhist son at this time, he appeared timid and clever.

To decorate the words a little bit,

Even though what he said was the truth, he unknowingly chose a clean slate of his own responsibilities.

The young man heard the narration of the strong servant,

looks more gloomy,

asked: "Which monastery was the servant of the Buddha and took your sword?"

"The little servant doesn't know!

I only know that his servant is eight or nine years old..." The strong servant hurriedly replied when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to say more after he had finished speaking.

He went to ask an eight or nine-year-old servant to 'borrow' the scriptures,

As a result, someone took away the precious magic sword,

Then this is the other party's problem,

Or his own problem?

The young Buddha laughed out loud at what the strong servant said!

He waved to the strong servant outside the door: "Come here!"

The strong servant was holding the food box, but hesitantly entered the room without obeying the order - such behavior as a servant is absolutely rare in the secret storage area.

Generally, even if the master wants to cut off the servant's siblings and take his life,

It didn't dare to resist!

Because the result of resistance is often more tragic!

However,

Now this strong servant dared to hesitate in the face of his master's orders,

is really rare.

"come over!"

Buddha's eyebrows were raised, his face turned hideous.

The strong servant was so frightened that he trembled all over, but finally he still held the food box, walked slowly to the threshold, approached the Buddha, and said in a low voice: "Gerodenzhu, you can't kill me,

I am your elder brother, your close relative..."

The young man listened to what the strong servant said,

The blue veins on the forehead are protruding.

His five fingers were gripping the sapphire hand stove, making a rattling sound.

The strong servant felt relieved when he saw that he didn't make a move. He knelt down in front of him, bowed his head and said nothing.

The Buddha took the food box from his arms,

Once opened,

A burst of hot air wafted out of the food box.

"You said you went to Zhaitang to prepare meals for me,

Later, I did not borrow the scriptures,

went to rob someone else's scriptures, but was beaten like this - after so long, the food in this food box is still so hot? "

The Buddha, commonly known as 'Gro Dengzhu', held up a dinner plate,

placed it on the table and whispered a question to his servant, his blood relative.

The strong servant bowed his head,

dare not speak.

He deceived the Buddha again.

"Sanjiro Dengju,

Do you know why I brought you when I came to Daxueshan this time? "Groden Pearl asked in a cold voice.

The strong servant 'Sanjiro Dengzhu' looked up at him, his lips moved slightly: "You want to kill me?"

"Yes, you guessed it!"

Grotonzhu grinned.

"You can't kill me, the abbot doesn't allow you..." Sanjiro Denju was halfway through and suddenly stopped.

looked at his brother Groddenjoo with horror in his eyes.

He suddenly got up, turned around and wanted to run away!

"The abbot is not here,

The elders are not here either.

They even agreed to let you follow me here to practice - don't you understand why?

Sanjiro Dengju,

After you followed me to Daxueshan,

Your value has been used up,

Damn it too! "

A black shadow appeared behind the young Buddha. The flame circles were braided around the shadow, pushing the wind and closing the doors and windows.

Even Sanjiro Dengju was set in place,

Can't move!

Sanjiro Denzhu was full of tears, and kept saying: "We are brothers, Grodenzhu, don't kill me, we are brothers..."

Grodenbead sullenly,

turned to him,

pry open his mouth,

He lifted the lid of the sapphire hand stove in the palm of his hand, and a fiery red centipede climbed out of the hand stove and into the mouth of Sanjiro Dengzhu.

He closed Sanjiro Dendup's mouth again,

"Uh-uh!"

Sanji Lodenju was trembling violently,

A fire burst out of his body, burning his clothes to ashes,

burned his insides to ashes,

Suddenly, people are gone!

The red centipede emerged from his eye socket and climbed into the sapphire hand stove.

He looked at the corpse on the ground,

Tears welled up in his eyes: "Sanjiro Dendup, my brother, I will avenge you!

That servant who robbed you of your magic sword,

and his master,

You will all pay for your death! "

The tears in Grodenbead's eyes grew more and more, and the tears were extremely sad, as if the corpse on the ground was not made by him.

He cried for a long time,

went to the door,

rang the bronze bell at the door.

After a while,

A tall and sturdy monk in yellow robes, the 'Dengzhu' who used to be a wandering monk, appeared at the door: "The Buddha of Gema Temple,

What is your order? "

"Help me clean the room,

The people inside you, please dispose of it. "Grodenjoo said with a smile on his face.

…

Time flies by.

In the blink of an eye,

It has been more than a month since Danga came to Daxueshan Temple.

For more than a month, she has been very leisurely.

After all, when Su Wu was promoted to the abbot of the Wuxiang Zunneng Temple, he had to deal with many affairs, and as a servant of the venerable, she could not avoid running errands for the venerable and doing some chores to the best of her ability.

The accumulation of many daily affairs also made her exhausted.

But in Daxueshan Temple,

She only helps the Venerable to bring three meals to Zhaitang every day,

She doesn't even need to wash clothes. Daxueshan Temple has service monks who specialize in these things. In comparison, she was naturally much more relaxed in Daxue Mountain.

Su Wu retreats every day to study scriptures,

When I have free time, I will call Danga over here.

directed her to practice the secret mantra,

She even gradually constructed a set of special practices for her, mainly focusing on 'visualization practice', supplemented by the practice of secret mantras and protective instruments, and renunciation of the three kinds of outsider practices such as 'consecration', 'giving', and 'sacrificial sacrifice'. system,

In the future, if Danga wants to rely on the deity,

This system of practice can be used to practice the deity.

In the living room separated by a felt cloth, the sound of Su Wu chanting sutras was constantly heard, and occasionally he would stop and think for a moment.

Felt cloth,

Danga put his beloved sword on the table.

is also flipping through his own notes,

Follow the steps to do daily blessings for the Dharma Knife.

At this time,

There was a knock on the door outside the living room.

Danga covered the small table for his own practice with a blanket, got up and opened the door, and saw a monk in yellow standing outside the door.

"Is something wrong? Zhakang?" Danga looked at the little monk in yellow outside the door and asked with a smile.

Having experienced the matter of borrowing and reading scriptures from the Tibetan Scriptures Building,

Danga and Zakon quickly became acquainted,

has gradually become a good partner.

Zhakang also smiled and said to Danga, "I am here on the order of Guru Guangyuan to inform you, the Venerable.

Tomorrow is the deadline for passing the 'No-Mind Shut Up',

If your venerables sign up to participate,

Have to report to Jinglun Academy today. "

"Okay, I get it." Danga nodded, not worried because today was the deadline—Buddhists from all places, Hutuktu, and the candidates for the Daxueshan Temple were not in a hurry, why did her family want to in a hurry?

The Jinglun Academy has notified several times before that registration is required to participate in the "No-Mind Shut-up Secret",

All the disciples did not move.

is to meet the deadline,

Only someone willing to sign up to participate.

After all, the more you study the one-day scriptures, the more experience you have, the more you will be able to pass the test.

"When I have asked our Venerable,

Let me tell you the result! ' Danga said.

"well."

Zakang nodded, waved to Danga, and prepared to leave.

At this time,

The living room is separated by a felt cloth,

came out Su Wu's voice: "No need to run again.