Even though Po Meng was thinking about it, she never expected that the Bodhisattva she used to put on her lips would actually sit in front of her.

For a moment I couldn't help but ask: "How does a Bodhisattva practice every day?"

The Bodhisattva said: "Every morning, I enter the sands of the Ganges River to meditate. From meditating, I travel throughout the Buddha lands of the ten directions, fulfilling all the sentient beings I have transformed, doing as they should, and benefiting from peace and happiness."

"With the power of concentration, we can eliminate the catastrophe of swords and soldiers, make all sentient beings compassionate to each other, eliminate the catastrophe of disease, eliminate the catastrophe of famine, benefit all sentient beings, and that's all."

The Bodhisattva smiled and said, "Do you want to give Po Meng a try?"

"No, I'm not a Bodhisattva yet."

Meng Po shook her head and said: "Count the dust particles on the rocks, one thing at a time, to form a Ganges River. One Ganges River sand, one sand and one boundary. Within one boundary, one dust lasts a calamity. Within one calamity, all the accumulated dust will be counted.

Charged with calamity..."

"I have been reciting your scriptures since I was a child, but that doesn't mean I want to incarnate as Ksitigarbha. I have too many troubles to become a Buddha."

Po Meng sighed again. If the husband were here, if the old monk from the Great Buddha Temple were here, he would know that the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Ksitigarbha Sutra, which he had practiced since childhood, would be right in front of him.

I don’t know what to think?

The Bodhisattva smiled and said: "Since the long kalpa, I have saved it, should save it, have not saved it, have achieved it, should have achieved it, have not achieved it... Don't you understand that troubles are Bodhi?"

Po Meng spread her hands and said with a wry smile: "I have too many worries. Countless leaves cover my eyes. I want to slowly remove them one by one."

I thought about it again and again, but I couldn't figure it out.

Po Meng had no choice but to ask cautiously: "Bodhisattva, are you coming here tonight to drink a cup of spiritual tea?"

The Bodhisattva smiled and said: "You are not even afraid of the Tenth Palace of Hell, how can you still be afraid of me?"

After thinking for a while, Po Meng took a jar of wine and slapped it away, then brought a wooden bowl over, poured a full bowl, and placed it gently in front of the Bodhisattva.

After thinking about it, he said: "After I learned how to make wine from my master, I offered wine in front of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the Prajna Temple in Fangcun Mountain. Tonight I can see my true body. Please have a taste of the spiritual wine I brewed."

After saying this, he sealed the lid and placed the entire jar of spiritual wine in front of the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva picked up the wooden bowl, took a sip, and asked with a smile: "Is this the spiritual wine brewed on the Forgotten River? It is indeed better than the one on Fangcun Mountain back then."

"If you drink wine, your heart will be happy, and joy will produce virtue. As long as the Bodhisattva likes it, this jar of spiritual wine should be offered to the Bodhisattva by me on behalf of my senior brother on Fangcun Mountain."

Po Meng continued to ask: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

In her opinion, as long as she doesn't go down there to be a substitute and go through decades of ups and downs, she might as well consider other things.

The Bodhisattva drank the spiritual wine in the bowl in one gulp and said, "Now I understand why that guy likes to run to the Forgotten River. It turns out you are here."

Po Meng frowned and replied: "I have an inexplicable fate with him, which cannot be explained clearly in a few words."

The Bodhisattva put down the wooden bowl and quietly raised his head.

He looked at him and said: "If we talk about fate, you should be closer to me. You recite sutras every day, and you felt the first sword intention from the carving of "Ksitigarbha Sutra"..."

Seeing that something was wrong, Po Meng had no choice but to cite the truth: "Buddha says you can't give alms according to your appearance. Bodhisattva, you are obsessed with your appearance."

If we talk about wrong principles, I am afraid that Bodhisattva is no match for Meng Po. After all, he has been familiar with Buddhist scriptures since he was a child. Although he has not been ordained, he is more powerful than his two senior brothers Minghui and Mingjue.

"You are the only one in heaven and on earth who dares to say such evil things in front of me."

The Bodhisattva replied calmly: "Actually, I'm just curious and want to see what a guy who dares to bribe the Ten Kings of Hell looks like."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a gust of wind and snow blowing in. There was no shadow of the Bodhisattva, and even the wine jar on the table quietly disappeared.

A faint voice came from the wind and snow: "Next time you make wine, remember to give me a jar."

Po Meng was stunned, looked at the river under the bridge, and murmured to herself: "So, you all like my wine? It doesn't matter whether it's wine or water."

After settling the mess in front of her, she kept muttering secretly in her heart.

What is this all about?

If you say you want to drink, you don't have to suddenly come to scare me, okay?

After walking through the snow and wind, I returned home and saw that a light had already been lit in the living room. I couldn't help but wonder to myself, could it be that the eldest sister is back?

When he came closer to take a look, he couldn't help but whisper: "Senior, how did you know that I was looking for you?"

I saw that the small stove on the table had been lit and the water on it had been boiled, waiting for him to come back to make tea.

Waiting to drink tea was an old monk whom he had not seen for a long time.

The old monk smiled slightly: "I have never seen you stay in one place peacefully. You were in the Qin Dynasty to see the world and all living beings, but you came to the Wangchuan River to be Meng Po."

"I don't want to either."

Po Meng returned to the table and sat down, smiling faintly and said: "If you had come earlier, you could have seen Long Potian and Xiao Ling'er in the prehistoric world. Qingluan's father has been hiding on the top of the Lingshan Mountain.

…”

While making tea, Po Meng told the old monk some of the things that had happened to her.

Only the matter of the Immortal Corpse Burial Ground and the Thousand Miles of River were hidden. After all, this is not a trivial matter.

As long as the old monk or Taoist priest doesn't ask, he will never take the initiative to say it.

The old monk sighed and said leisurely: "As you said, the little dragon now is a reborn little dragon. He can recognize me as his master or not."

"You know everything?" Po Meng gently poured the spiritual tea into the old monk's cup and frowned.

Unexpectedly, the old monk didn't care at all, but asked quietly: "The old Taoist said that you are so bold and reckless, and you can watch life and death in front of the Buddhas in the cave without anyone protecting you."

"Do you know that if you are not careful, you may die and fall into the abyss forever?"

How could Po Meng know how powerful it was? She picked up the tea cup and blew a breath. She thought for a while and replied: "I just feel something in my heart, so I can't help but want to achieve enlightenment and breakthrough?"

In her opinion, her enlightenment breakthrough is the same as eating and drinking.

When it really comes, how can I stop it?

He even remembered what the old monk said to him back then, and he couldn't help complaining at the moment: "Didn't Senior tell me that the practice of the formless golden body is broken once it is enlightened?"

The old monk was startled when he heard this, and he shouted angrily: "According to your absurd theory, it's my fault? How about you call the old Taoist priest to comment?"

"I can't call him. He has always been unreliable. He comes and goes as he pleases. When has he ever cared about the life and death of his disciples?"

According to Meng Po's thinking, even if she wanted to come, the old Taoist priest didn't expect that her master would be lazy again.

"I see you as pitiful and come here to celebrate the New Year with you. He has no intention of worrying about your failure to celebrate the New Year." The old monk smiled and said, "Remember to brew a few more jars of spiritual wine next spring."

Po Meng was dumbfounded when she heard this, and murmured back: "The wine on Tianshan Mountain is not enough for you to drink? I am not a wine shopkeeper. The big guy Master took away can also make wine. You can go find my Master."

It had been a long time since she had seen that guy Zhu Yan. Po Meng thought to herself that with that guy here, how could the old Taoist priest run out of wine?

The old monk shook his head and said: "The old Taoist priest said that the wine brewed by that guy has no spiritual energy, but your brew is better."

Po Meng looked at the spiritual tea in front of her and thought to herself that even if she came to Wangchuan, she couldn't seem to calm down.

It was even much harder than Da Qin.

If I had known that I would not come, I would have stayed in the grotto instead of going to the back mountain every day to collect herbs, make soup at noon, and go to the bridge to blow in the wind every night.

"This is the last time. From now on, none of you will let me do anything."

Po Meng frowned slightly: "King Qin Guang wants to drink because I owe him a favor. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who just came, said that I offered wine to the Buddha in Prajna Temple. Senior, you and my master have a relationship."

You’re a big guy, and you don’t have to worry about it.”

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"I also want to practice and have my own time and space."

Po Meng said seriously: "Even when I am in Daqin, I don't make wine every day. What you like has already affected my practice."

The old monk smiled slightly and said calmly: "Brewing wine only requires you to use your hands, and you don't have to bear the responsibility for the cause and effect. How does it compare with the useless fate you carry on your back?"

Po Meng was stunned and thought to herself, are you two blocking me here?

Even so, he still said: "That's different. You all like this wine, but I have to like those guys. Can this person compare with Lingjiu?"

The old monk knew that he could not convince her, and he never thought of convincing her.

He picked up the spiritual tea in front of him and said quietly: "This is why the old Taoist priest doesn't want to see you. You are a disobedient guy, why should the master care about you?"

Po Meng yawned, got up and walked out of the living room: "I just finished cleaning up Long Potian's house, senior, just stay in your precious disciple's house."

…

On New Year's Eve this year, it was rare for Po Meng to have an extra glass of wine.

It's not because she doesn't have to go to the Forgotten River tonight, but because there is an old monk like her master in front of her, which can make her feel relieved.

From the old monk's point of view, the guy in front of him actually went to see the Tenth Palace King of Hell because of two old friends. Not everyone would dare to do such a thing, especially if it involves reincarnation.

Unexpectedly, the ten kings of hell had just left, and then Ksitigarbha came to find them in person.

What the old monk didn't expect the most was that Ksitigarbha, who turned out to be looking for trouble, only raised the punishment that was supposed to come to him in the end, and then gently put it down.

Everything is just for that spiritual tea and that vat of spiritual wine.

Thinking about the Six Paths of Reincarnation, it is nothing more than a favor. As long as it does not disturb the normal operation of the way of heaven, even the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces is occasionally willing to facilitate this guy.

The old monk was afraid that he would be lazy, so he simply brought the spiritual rice and elixir used for brewing wine, so that Po Meng could not find any reason to be lazy.

While the two were drinking, Mrs. Meng smiled and said: "I'm afraid I have to stay here for five or eight years. One tank a year is enough for you to drink for a while. When I return to Daqin, don't come here again."
To be continued...