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Another ten years later, Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun returned to the temple in front of Qinghe, Fushu Town. His appearance has not changed at all compared to more than 70 years ago, as if he is the kind of person who is immortal.

However, the ordinary people in Fuluo town are different. The sun rises and the moon sets and the sky cycles. They can escape war disasters and cannot escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

After seventy years of time, no one remembers his appearance in the town that has changed for generations, and no one knows that there are people living in the temples that have been abandoned for decades.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun pushed open the temple door and put the Zen Staff in the back hall of the bedroom in his memory, and then he began to get busy. Just like when he first came to the dilapidated temple seventy years ago, he made the tools needed for daily life.

, renovate the temple and finally cook.

After all, with experience, Li Xingyun is already familiar with these things. It took him only ten days to restore the temple to its original state.

It was the ninth day of the third month again, and on a clear day when flowers bloomed, he fasted and bathed, and then burned incense.

Li Xingyun stood in front of Ling'er's Buddha statue with his hands folded, looking at his Buddha silently, showing a long-lost smile.

He knew that Ling'er was also laughing. Because he had figured out everything in the past ten years of traveling around the world, he felt that the day of reunion with Ling'er was approaching.

With this joy, Ling'er's vivid figure and smile appeared in his mind. Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun sat cross-legged on the cushion, holding a carving knife in one hand and a stone the size of a palm in the other.

He closed his eyes gently and began to recall.

From the beginning, he thought of Luoqiu Village, and the old man who lived alone in the bamboo forest medicine furnace behind the village, with a white-haired but tall figure, looking like a master.

He was the leader of the sect who had personally founded the Demon Sect to make the world famous and terrified. His name was Bai Zhiqiu.

In Li Xingyun's eyes, Mr. Bai Zhiqiu is a great master. Whether it is the Four Classics of Music, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, and Five Classics, or the Five Characters of practitioners who practice the Dharma and Yizhi, Mr.

Recalling the whole story of getting along with the teacher for the first time and later becoming a disciple, before he knew it, the carving knife in Li Xingyun's hand had been carved on the stone.

The stone chips gradually piled up like powder, and Li Xingyun's carving knife slashed on the stone more easily. After several hours, the stone had roughly become human-shaped, becoming smooth like a mirror.

Li Xingyun felt a little thirsty, so he went to boil some hot water, poured himself a cup of tea, and after a short rest, he began to continue to work hard.

Time passed quickly, the sunset hid behind the West Mountain, and then the night was over and the sky was dawn. Until the night fell again, Li Xingyun stopped the knife in his hand.

Although his face was a little tired, he looked at the Buddha statue formed in his hand, and there was a light flashing in his eyes.

Yes, he spent two days sleeping and drinking only some water to cultivate the second Buddha, Ling'er's Buddha.

He stretched out his muscles and bones, and stood up with the incense table and placed the Buddha statue as big as a palm at the foot of the three-meter-high Ling'er stone statue. Li Xingyun took the broom and cleaned the debris in front of the futon.

Then he started cooking.

...

It's late at night and people are quiet.

The temple that few people visited was hidden among the green jungle. Li Xingyun was lying on the bed, and the sound of the flowing water of the Qing River could be vaguely heard.

The quiet nightclub can easily make sleepless people think of them. He is even a little inexplicably excited when the day of reunion with Ling'er is gradually coming.

Let's wait a little longer.

He thought.

Wait a little longer, and after he cultivated all the Buddha's appearance in the world into Ling'er's appearance, he would be able to meet Ling'er.

Yes, cultivating Buddha does not just refer to cultivating Ling'er's original appearance Buddha.

Buddha is among sentient beings.

The aunt selling vegetables can be a Buddha, the Qing River in front of the temple can be a Buddha, the frogs in the Qing River can be a Buddha, the green trees and flowers around it can be Buddha, and even the bed where Li Xingyun is lying at the moment may be Buddha.

Maybe it’s not accurate, even he himself is a Buddha.

The Buddha has thousands of appearances in the world. If he wants to practice Buddha, he must practice thousands of appearances in the world and Ling'er's appearance. So during the day, he thinks about his husband Bai Zhiqiu's appearance, but he is practicing Ling.

The Buddha body of the son.

I thought this would be very difficult, but it would be much more difficult than cultivating Ling'er's Buddha body with Ling'er's appearance. I didn't expect that it would take only two days to complete one of the thousands of Buddhas.

This made him even more confident.

So when the sun was rising, he got up early. After breakfast, he sat cross-legged in front of Ling'er Buddha and began to meditate.

The Buddha is in the world with two or three aspects, and what he thinks of is his parents.

My parents' appearance appeared in my mind, and the carving knife in my hand began to carve it on the stone again.

...

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

Compared with two years ago, there were gradually more Buddha statues in the temple in front of Qinghe. Li Xingyun placed Ling'er's thousands of appearances at the feet of the Buddha, looking like the ten thousand Buddhas were celebrating to the sect.

However, it is still too early to call the Ten Thousand Buddhas of the Sect. In recent times, Li Xingyun has found it increasingly difficult to carve the Buddha's body. It seems that every time he completes a Buddha statue, the time it takes to vaguely increase.

It was as if the Buddha was deliberately hiding. Although Li Xingyun was more tired than usual, he didn't care.

As the same thing, he has time.

...

He focused on carving again.

He remembered his childhood playmate in the village and spent two months completing a body of Ling'er Buddha. He remembered a hundred classics he had studied and spent a whole half year to cultivate the statue of Ling'er Buddha.

He thought of the fish and cultivated a Buddha in the palm of his hand.

He thought of the raindrops and cultivated another Buddha in the palm of his hand.

He remembered the bright mirror platform of the academy and then practiced Buddhism. He remembered the ten-scholar comrades, and practiced Buddhism again.

He practiced Buddhism for ten years, a hundred years, and then five hundred years.

He could not remember how many Buddha statues he had practiced in the temple, so he did not count them deliberately because he had never seen Ling'er. He knew that the Buddha's thousands of appearances had not been completed.

So he continued to practice Buddhism.

A thousand years later, he remembered that he had lived up to his life and practiced a Buddha.

One thousand and one hundred years later, I remembered Hongye Temple and built a Buddha.

After a thousand and two hundred years, I remembered the girl Ali and practiced a Buddha.

After a thousand three hundred years, I remembered the ten years of the fallen yellow spring, and I built a Buddha of Asceticism.

After a thousand four hundred years, when he remembered the golden body of the Buddha in the Lingshan Grand Hall, he cultivated a golden body Buddha with a shining golden light.

For a thousand and fifteen hundred years, he suddenly remembered the Zen of Shiqiao. So he did not practice Buddhism. He suddenly left the temple with a carved knife and stones, and found the stone bridge where he practiced swords and the stone bridge in front of the building outside the building.

He stood by the stone bridge, watching the setting sun, reflecting the stone bridge. Thinking of Chu Chanxin's appearance, he practiced a Buddha in his previous life.

He held the last Buddha tightly with both hands and walked towards the stone bridge.

He murmured: "I was a monk in my previous life. When I met you, I begged the Buddha to turn me into a stone bridge, and be blown by five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sunlight, and five hundred years of rain, I just want you to get from the bridge

Walking up."

Li Xingyun stepped onto the stone bridge for the first step and heard a sound.

"You're here."

"I have been waiting for you for a thousand five hundred years, and you are finally here."

Li Xingyun suddenly looked up.

The stone bridge under my feet is still there, turning into a golden light, and then a person walks out of the golden light.

(PS: I finally finished writing the Buddhist practice, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At this point, the character of Li Xingyun can be said to have been shaped. This is the last separate plot of the scholar. He will be described in the future, but it will not be

Too many. Because he has been perfect. Loulan thinks that the plot about practicing Buddhism is quite good, and there may be some shadows of practicing Buddhism at night. Undeniable, I did think of Mao Ni Da Ye, Ning

The scene of lack of Buddhist practice. Fortunately, Loulan broke away from Jiang Ye's Buddhist practice and added some of his own understandings, such as cultivating thousands of appearances into Ling'er's statue. Of course, the most important thing is the stone bridge

The preparation of Zen. I have to admire myself for being so talented. Cough, please give me a monthly ticket.)