"Ti... Junior Brother Tipu, you... who did you say that he has attained the Buddhahood of the Bodhisattva?" Li Ming was extremely surprised and looked at Xiao Hua with an incredible gaze.

Xiao Hua naturally knew that the Buddha's intention was in the Buddha's light, and that was the news about Cihui's achievement of Namo's Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva's Buddhahood, so he no longer concealed it. He smiled and said, "Of course it's the news of Master Cihui? If the senior brother doesn't believe it, hurry back to Jietai Temple and take a look!"

"Okay, okay, that monk said goodbye!" When Le Ming heard this, he felt a little anxious. He clasped his hands together. Without waiting for Xiao Hua to return the gift, he urged Xiangyun to hurry to the temple.

After all, it has been a major event for tens of thousands of years to add a new Bodhisattva in the Pure Land world. Not to mention that the entire Pure Land time will celebrate happily, even if there are certain rituals in every temple, it will be organized to celebrate.

Xiao Hua did not dare to be negligent, but still turned around and closed his hands to express Ming's favor, thanking Ming for leading the way. After Ming's voice disappeared, Xiao Hua raised his eyes and looked at the prosperous scene of the entire Pure Land world. He also felt secretly in his heart. Although he didn't know how Cihui achieved the fruit, Xiao Hua could guess one or two from Guzhen's mouth, which was something that it had something to do with the ancient Buddha Caili.

"My Dao Sect has a secret technique, and the Buddha Sect has even more ancient Buddha lottery. The effect of the Concentration Treasure is limited and useful to monks under the Nascent Soul. This ancient Buddha lottery lottery is amazing and can directly make people realize the fruit." Xiao Hua stood in the air and thought to himself, "And, the little monk Cihui... is wrong, it should be that Namo Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva is just at the level of Mingdi, and his strength is somewhat similar to the Dao Sect's golden elixir. Can such a low-level cultivation actually achieve the fruit?

The Buddha's fruits and strength of the Buddha's sect have nothing to do, just as they said to others before; or the Buddha's son will make great progress after achieving the Buddha's fruits. To make up for the shortcomings of cultivation! Also, the Buddhist sect's cultivation is really mysterious, karma, reincarnation, faith, etc., which are all mysterious and mysterious things. They can actually be used for cultivation. It seems... The Buddha's sect is not simple! Xiao has obtained the inheritance of Xiaolinglong Temple, so he should be well comprehended and mastered the secrets inside."

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua turned around and wanted to go, but at this moment, Xiao Hua was shocked again: "Oh, it's not right. There is another thing! My Taoist monks practiced for life to become immortals. When my Taoist monks practiced to the extreme of the world, they would naturally ascend in the daytime. But what is the purpose of the Buddhist sons of the Buddha Sect's cultivation? Are they just trying to achieve the fruit? Cihui has now achieved the Buddha's fruit, why... does not ascend? Could it be that the Buddha master and Bodhisattva of the Buddha Sect... do not need to ascend? If he ascends, how could Cihui's strength be ascend??"

The more I thought about it, Xiao Hua's heart became more and more confused. He felt a little sweaty on his forehead. And he felt vaguely that this was probably another big secret of the Buddha Sect, just like the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth after breaking the seal in Wang Jingfei's mysterious cloud a few days ago. It was far from what he could know now!

"Forget it..." Xiao Hua looked at the night rising again, sighed, and looked away from the Buddha's light that had not dissipated for a long time in the sky. He looked at the Jinshan Temple, which was flying with the bats, and said intimately, "Xiao is really tired. Let's get rid of Jiang Liuer's extinction today!"

Because he had asked for Jinshan Temple, Xiao Hua did not dare to collide too much, and did not release the Buddhist consciousness. He flew to Chenjiang, took a brief look, and landed on the riverside. Then he jumped out of the river from the river, cleaned his hands and faced him, looked around and looked at the steps from the riverside to the gate of Jinshan Temple. He put his hands together and walked step by step from the foot of the mountain to the front of the Jinshan Temple gate.

When he looked in the air, the Jinshan Temple was not high, but when he really walked, Xiao Hua still walked for nearly a meal. Seeing that the gate of Jinshan Temple was right in front of him, Xiao Hua frowned. Because he walked here from the riverside, there was no Buddhist consciousness to scan it. Moreover, although it was already dark, it was not yet night, and the gate of Jinshan Temple was closed. Especially, the Buddhist bell of Jinshan Temple was still ringing for sixty-four times. The Ming of Jietai Temple knew that there would be a ceremony in his temple to celebrate. Although this Jinshan Temple is smaller than that of Jietai Temple, the abbot of Jinshan Temple is the Great Zen Master of Nirvana. His seniority is many generations higher than that of Jietai Temple. How could this Jinshan Temple not celebrate? There is no ceremony?

Xiao Hua frowned and thought, he had already arrived in front of the Jinshan Temple. The gate of Jinshan Temple was not bright and could not be compared with Jietai Temple, but it was definitely not dilapidated. It looked like the incense was good. Look at the copper door knocker that was still moving in the wind, Xiao Hua raised his hand and was about to take a picture...

At this moment, Xiao Hua suddenly smelled a pungent smell of wine. There was also a very attractive mellow fragrance in the aroma of wine. Xiao Hua was definitely familiar with this fragrance, but he hadn't smelled it for a long time. It was the ordinary meat fragrance in the world.

Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, and his hand immediately froze in the air. "Crouch..." The temple door of Jinshan Temple opened, revealing a small crack. A tall, fat and rough monk was holding a lotus leaf bag in his hand and a wine jar under his armpit on his arm. While opening the door, he looked back and tiptoed out of the temple.

Seeing this, Xiao Hua was about to speak, but the fat monk turned around and saw Xiao Hua's hand at first sight. He screamed "Ah!!" and seemed to be scared. The lotus leaf bag and wine jar in his hand fell down immediately...

Seeing that the wine jar was about to break, the meat in the lotus leaf bag fell into the dust, Xiao Hua had no choice but to use a helpless move, and both of them fell to the ground smoothly.

"Little monk... you are going to scare me to death! Do you don't want to live?" The fat monk of wine and meat came to his senses at this time, and immediately became furious. He raised his fist as big as a bowl and smashed it towards Xiao Hua's nose!

"Amitabha..." Xiao Hua stretched out a finger and pointed it on the fist of the monk Jiumu. The monk Jiumu immediately felt like a lightning strike, and his whole body was trembling rapidly. The monk Jiumu showed horror in his eyes, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted: "Grandpa, let's go, let's go..."

"Get up..." Xiao Hua shouted coldly, "The little monk is Tipu. Today I come to pay homage to Master Nirvana!"

"Hello, junior brother, hello, uncle!" The wine monk hurriedly got up from the ground, clasped his hands together and shouted, "Little monk Mingshen has seen uncle!"

"Yeah," Xiao Hua nodded, "I won't go and inform the monk."

"This..." Ming Shen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Xiao Hua slightly lowered his head. He looked at the wine jar and lotus leaf bag on the ground, he didn't dare to give up his mouth. He whispered, "Uncle Master, wait a moment, the little monk will inform you immediately!"

As he said that, he smiled charmingly on his face, lowered his head and copied the wine jar and lotus leaf bag, walked over Xiao Hua's side and rushed into the woods next to the temple. However, for a long time, he hurriedly ran back and rushed into Jinshan Temple. When he ran past Xiao Hua, he still whispered: "Uncle Master waited for a moment, and the little monk would come back soon."

Sure enough, shortly after Mingshen entered the temple, an old monk came over with a lantern in his hand. The old monk's eyes were turbid, and he was obviously not the kind of monk who practiced Buddhist arts. Before he walked to the temple gate, the old monk opened the door, looked at Xiao Hua who was standing respectfully at the door and asked, "Little monk, your name is Tipu?"

"Yes, the little monk named Tipu, who came to visit Master Nirvana." Xiao Hua clasped his hands together and did not dare to neglect him.

"Amitabha, I am Yongzhong." The old monk startled Xiao Hua. The word "Yong" was really high, so he didn't know what to call him.

"Haha, just call me uncle!" The old monk Yongzuka seemed to like this surprise very much, and said with a smile, "Are you here to pay the order in Jinshan Temple?"

"Ah?" Xiao Hua smiled bitterly again. Although this Yongzhong did not have the old monk from Xiaolinglong Temple, his ears were the same. He had to say again, "The good teacher knows that the little monk is here to visit the great Zen master."

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet. Come on, little monk, come with me. Mingshen and the others have just eaten it. There is still some vegetarian vegetarian left. You will just fill your stomach!" The old monk Yongzhong smiled and stretched his hand, and was about to hold Xiao Hua's wrist. Xiao Hua was stunned. Any monk, even if he didn't know him, even if he was very familiar, he would not be able to hand over his wrist to others? Who knows if others have other thoughts? As long as he gets close, his life might be in great danger.

However, Xiao Hua did not speak out, and stretched out his hand to hold the old monk's arm and smiled: "Uncle Master is old, so let's help Uncle Master!"

"Okay, okay!" The old monk Yongzuka smiled, turned around with the lantern, and walked into the temple with Xiao Hua's support, and said, "There are fewer young monks as sensible as you. I'm busy all day in the temple, and I can't see any Mingshen and others help me... Alas, it's really worse than the next generation!"

Xiao Hua smiled and didn't speak. He looked around and looked around and took a look at the front yard of Jinshan Temple. The front yard of Jinshan Temple is nothing special, it is similar to Jietai Temple and even Xiaojin Temple. It is just a large open space. The main hall is facing the temple gate, and the side halls are side halls on both sides. At this time, except for the hall with vague lights and candles, the side halls are all dark. What makes Xiao Hua funny is that when he looked at the side hall, the wine monk named Mingshen squatted and secretly rubbed through the front of the side hall, and fled to the temple gate that had not been closed yet.

After walking past the hall, a silent chanting sound came out. Xiao Hua glanced at him and saw a red-clothed statue of the Buddha beside him. There were two big red candles on the offering table below. One of them was only halfway through and had been extinguished, and the other was about to burn out. The candle was already dim. Before the offering table, there were more than a dozen monks of age and age sitting cross-legged. These monks sat cross-legged in a crooked manner, and each one was listless. (To be continued...)
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