"Long... Elder!" Xiao Hua's tone was almost trembling, his eyes were fixed on the old monk, and he tentatively said, "I'm here... I'm here just to ask for directions. Why... why did he become a future Buddha master?"

Unfortunately, the old monk lowered his head again, turned a deaf ear to Xiao Hua's words, and focused on sweeping the snow.

How could Xiao Hua, who had originally planned to leave, move again now? Standing there quietly, looking at the old monk without blinking, the Buddhist consciousness had been completely released, covering the entire Xiaolinglong Temple. His eyes were full of disbelief, and his heart was even more "pumping" and his mind was even more thinking about the credibility of the old monk's words.

The snowflakes were still floating, and there was no wind in Xiaolinglong Temple. The old monk's broom had just swept through 30% of the yard, and Xiao Hua had already made a decision. There are too many incredible things in this world. Jiu Xia's art of predicting the future, the witch king's art of divination, and his own hands of cause and effect, can't they all be divined? Jiu Xia can calculate that he appeared in Huan Kingdom, the witch king can calculate that he appeared in Million Mountains, and the predecessor of the Buddhist sect could calculate that he appeared in this Xiaolinglong Temple ninety years ago... It's nothing. Xiao Hua can choose to believe it.

However, Xiao Hua was still a little puzzled. Why could this old monk tell him at a glance? Could it be that he knew that he came today? Or maybe the senior of the Buddha Sect had an image? If he could know that he came today and still had an image of his current image, then can that senior know about his treasure in the West Sea? Or, if he had just become a baby in the void, he had a little thought and changed his appearance, could the old monk still recognize him?

Look at the old monk sweeping the snow attentively. Xiao Hua waved his hand, flew out of the space, and rushed into the air. The bronze light covered the Xiaolinglong Temple tightly, and there would be no trace of snowflakes falling down. The old monk naturally would not look up, sweeping the snow in the yard with one broom and one broom. Suddenly he raised his head again: Regardless of whether Xiao Hua was next to him or not, he opened his mouth and said, "Bodhi. Don't be surprised. When the master accepted me, he had already said that the mission of my Xiaolinglong Temple was to wait for the arrival of the future Buddha. If any disciple could not find a disciple in his life, he would definitely be able to wait for the arrival of the future Buddha in his life!"

After saying this, the old monk swept the snow again until he piled all the snow into the corner of the yard. Then he walked to the door of the hall tremblingly, carefully placed the broom next to the thick pillar, bent down with difficulty, and chose one of them randomly among a row of large tanks, and moved the wooden lid on the tank. He reached out and took out a small wooden spoon from it, scooped up the water in the water tank, took a few sips, wiped the water stains on the corner of his mouth with a strange monk robe, and said again: "I have tried every means to receive a disciple in my life. Therefore, I know that the glory of the Buddha's future must fall on me! But I still didn't expect that the Buddha's Lord would come so late! It's too late to make me unable to do anything for the Buddha's Lord!"

"Elder..." Xiao Hua walked to the old monk and asked with a smile, "What is the elder's Dharma name? Why did the elder think that he is the future Buddha master at the bottom? Could it be that no one has ever come up to this Xiaolinglong Temple?"

"My monk's Dharma name? It's better not to mention it! I don't remember what it is!" This time the old monk heard Xiao Hua's voice and replied, "No one is here in my Xiaolinglong Temple. There are monks who have settled in the past and devout donors. But if you don't speak the words of my Pure Land World like the Buddha... but there is not a single one! Being a disciple of my Xiaolinglong Temple, being able to communicate with the Buddha is the top priority. When I am free, I often talk to myself to myself so that I can not forget this kind of thing! And..."

As he said that, the old monk opened his mouth again and said in the words of Xiaoyu Continent: "Is it possible... the Buddha Lord still wants me to say... these strange words? These words... I... I can't say much!"

Of course, the old monk's words were very awkward and even a little bit inaccurate in pronunciation, but Xiao Hua could hear them clearly. This was the words of Xiaoyu mainland that he had not heard for a long time.

"Silk!!! This... how is this possible?" Xiao Hua took a deep breath. He had lost all his doubts before. He forgot that the words and languages ​​of the Pure Land and the Tibetan Immortal Continent were different. As soon as he entered the temple, he told the old monk about the Confucian Continent of the Tibetan Immortal Continent, and the old monk also answered. Now that he thought about it, the old monk was really talking to himself just now! Now the old monk actually said something about Xiaoyu Continent. How can Xiao Hua not be surprised?

What followed was even more unexpected to Xiao Hua. The old monk did not take him to the temple hall, nor did he say much to him. Instead, he walked into the hut on the left side of the temple. However, a burst of smoke wafted out of the windows of the hut, and a faint fragrance wafted from it.

Xiao Hua did not keep up, and now he was surprised again. He walked to the door of the cottage and looked around. The cottage looked like a kitchen, with some neatly discharged firewood and a small stove. There was a small iron pot on the stove. At this time, something was cooking inside. The thing looked very sticky and rolled up as the fire "gurgled". After the fire under the stove gradually faded, the old monk took out a pot and two rough big bowls from the wooden cabinet next to the stove, picked up the small iron pot with his dry hands, poured the sticky liquid into the pot, and then took out a few bottles and jars from the wooden cabinet, and took out some ordinary ingredients from the inside and put them in the pot.

The old monk picked up the pot, shook it a few times, and actually poured out some slightly yellow liquid from it. After filling the two big bowls, the old monk carefully picked up a bowl and handed it to Xiao Hua and said, "This is the butter tea unique to my snow mountain. Try it! This thing was my favorite ten years ago. In recent years, in order to maintain my mom's body... it has been a long time since you are here today, I will also satisfy my cravings!"

Xiao Hua smelled the aroma of butter tea, and there was a strong meaty fish inside. He was quite displeased, but after hearing the old monk's words, he felt a little sour in his heart. He respectfully took the big bowl. Xiao Hua said: "I thank the elders for their hard work for more than 90 years!"

After saying that, Xiao Hua raised his big bowl and drank the butter tea into his stomach. A warm feeling came out of his stomach and even more from the bottom of his heart.

The old monk naturally did not have Xiao Hua's good appetite, but he couldn't drink it after drinking half of it. He sighed and placed the big bowl on the stove, looked at it with some regret, and smiled bitterly: "If I haven't drunk for many years, I'm afraid I can never drink it anymore!"

Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It would be fine if he didn't meet me, since I'll come down to Xiaolinglong Temple..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Hua hurriedly shut up, and he didn't dare to say more. It seemed that before this, as long as he had the intention in his heart, no one who might take the Rejuvenation Pill would have a good result. And the old monk in front of him had reached the stage of dying, and Xiao Hua could not guarantee that his Rejuvenation Pill would be effective for him.

The old monk didn't listen to what Xiao Hua said, and even didn't look at Xiao Hua. He then said: "There are many people who are mainly thanked by the Buddha. I am just one of them. Xiao Linglong Temple has been built for 9,999 years, and it will take another nine days to 10,000 years. I don't know how many generations of Xiao Linglong Temple have been passed down! Only the Bodhi tree outside Xiao Linglong Temple was planted when Xiao Linglong Temple was built. It witnessed the ten thousand years of wind and frost of Xiao Linglong Temple."

"Ah?" Xiao Hua was shocked again and looked at the dark hut. He really didn't expect that this ordinary temple had no Buddhist arrays or any Buddhist light that had a long history.

"Master Buddha, come with me..." The old monk did not raise his eyelids, and slowly stepped out of the hut, walked straight to the left side of the hall, and pushed the door of the hall, and opened it with a sound of thrust. There were more than a dozen cabinets inside, and some scriptures were placed inside. Looking at the back of these cabinets, there was a tall Buddhist niche, and there were many Buddhist certificates inside.

The old monk pointed his hand and said, "This is the Sutra Library of my Xiaolinglong Temple. The Buddha will read the scriptures word by word in the future. Although the supernatural powers in my Buddhism are important, Buddhism is the primary priority."

"This..." Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, and opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. He really came to ask for directions. He wanted to know where he was going. He really was not here to be the future Buddha master, and he didn't want to read any Buddhist scriptures in this Xiaolinglong Temple.

Without waiting for Xiao Hua to say more, the old monk reached out and closed the door of the hall. He took Xiao Hua to the right side of the hall. When he pushed the door, he saw a thick pagoda on the hall. There was no Buddha light on the pagoda, and it even looked a bit rough and simple, and it looked very strange. The layers of railings and steps were built outside the pagoda.

"This is the pagoda of my little Linglong Temple. Since the construction of the temple in Xiao Linglong Temple, all the relics of my disciples are here! After the monk passed away, a relics must be left behind. The Buddha can put my monk's relics on it, and the pagoda will be perfect. We recite scriptures every day and pray to the Buddha's arrival. These relics are full of our thoughts. When the Buddha attains the fruit... it will be of great use!" The old monk's calm tone was like water, pointing at the pagoda with his fingers, and said naturally, as if these relics were the butter tea that Xiao Hua had just used, rather than the true fruit that Buddhist disciples have condensed for decades.

Ps: Thanks to "Filling the Pit of the Sect of the Gods" and "Filling the Pit of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of the Sect of

In addition, fellow Taoist Xuanqing himself also wrote a book called "Nine Heavens Searching Master" at Qidian. Although it was just beginning, Tanhua knew that it was not easy to write a book, so I hope everyone will support it. Fellow Daoist Dai Xuanqing thanks everyone.
Chapter completed!