Cultivation: From the Inauguration of Druid

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to be too presumptuous, but carefully avoided the statue and walked towards the stairs.

Xiaoqian, who was walking at the end, hesitated for a moment, bowed slightly to the statue, and then walked towards the stairs.

The woman in the purple shirt who walked in the front counted the stairs and went up, and when she reached the ninth step, she encountered a turning.

Lianbu stepped up the ninth step lightly, and saw another turn, so he couldn't help but look up.

I found that I could go up to the second floor after passing this turn, so I couldn't help going up again.

However, after encountering several turns in a row, he still didn't arrive, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Oh, what...

He turned his head and wanted to ask the sisters behind him, but found that there was nothing behind him. He was shocked and hurried down to search.

thump thump thump~

However, the downward steps seemed endless, with no end in sight.

When I wanted to look back, I found that no matter whether it was up or down, there were endless steps within reach.

I couldn't help being shocked, and said softly.

Where did the expert come from joking with the little girl? The little girl is just passing by here to find a place to stay. She has no malicious intentions. Please forgive me, the expert.

There is more than one scene of this situation, but those who climbed the steps only realized that they were the only one trapped on the endless steps when they thought of the other sisters.

Some yelled and threatened;

Only the woman named Xiaoqian seemed relieved after trying to no avail, and sat curled up on the steps in a daze.

In the abbot, Ling Qing, who had taken off the Taoist robe with straw sandals and her hair in a bun, covered her body with the Taoist robe, and lay down and fell asleep soundly.

Not far from the Taoist temple, in a smoky manor that seems illusory and smoky.

An old woman dressed in dark red clothes, with silver comb-shaped jewelry on her head, hunched over and stooped, yelled angrily as she thumped the quinoa stick in her hand.

Where are all the lowly maidservants hiding?

In a sentence, the voices are unpredictable, sometimes male and sometimes female, overlapping and intertwined.

There seems to be a thick phlegm in the throat from time to time, which is vague, but sharp and piercing, making one's scalp numb.

Grandma, it was Miss Zixiang who saw a Taoist priest coming from the ruined temple next to her.

The girls all went to find food for grandma.

A plump woman about forty years old, her body trembled, nephrite trembled slightly, and she quickly replied.

En. A masculine male voice came from the old woman's mouth.

Then it turned into a young female voice, with a crisp voice, Why have so many people gone?

It's also the girls who haven't seen a stranger for a long time, and they feel itchy for a while.

It's all a bunch of brats. The voice changed again to that of a bearded old man.

The next sentence turned into a sarcastic old woman, Wait for them to come back and let them come to see me.

As he spoke, he tossed his robe, leaning on his quinoa stick and drifting into the darkness.

Yes, grandma.

The woman quickly lowered her head to answer, and when the old woman was completely gone, she raised her head and let out a sigh of relief.

Turning to the maidservant next to her, she said, Send someone to take a look, why haven't you come back after so long?

Yes. The maidservant replied, and stepped back to send someone to look for him.

But just like Xiaoqian and others, they are all stuck on the infinite staircase.

Overnight, the woman sent several waves of people, but they never returned. She was anxious, but she didn't dare to disturb the old woman.

I had no choice but to keep circling in the hall, and in the end, my heart broke, and I ordered a few people to look for it in person.

When I came to the temple, I just pushed open the door of the temple, and when I saw the statue on the altar, my face changed, and I stepped back, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A few servants left behind glanced at each other, and quickly retreated.

Ling Qing turned over and fell back into a deep sleep.

After that, there was a peaceful night, and when the Eastern Qiming hung high, Ling Qing stood up.

Stepping on straw sandals, wearing a Taoist robe and a bun, he went out of the room and reached out to grab it on the stairs.

A thick bark book appeared in his hand, it was the Book of Nature.

huh huh huh~

He flipped through it casually, and saw pictures of various talismans mixed with pictures of ladies.

All of them have graceful looks, as if they are living on the pages of a book.

Snapped!

He raised his hand to close it, hung it on his waist, and came downstairs.

He took out three sticks of incense sticks from the altar and held them in his hands, and recited the mantra of wishing incense.

The Tao is learned from the heart, and the heart is passed on with fake fragrance;

Incense burning jade stove, keep in mind before the teacher;

Looking forward to the true spirit, Immortals come to the pavilion;

Disciple Guan told him that the distance had reached nine days.

Then lit it, pinched it in his hand, took three steps back, and bowed respectfully three times before inserting it into the incense burner.

Then, amidst the curling green smoke, he sat cross-legged on the futon, clasped a stone chime in his hand and sang:

Ling Lang resounds, and the ten directions are cleared;

Rivers and seas are silent, mountains swallow;

...

Then recite the eight great mantras, scriptures, and treasures one by one.

When he was reciting mantras, chanting scriptures, and declaring treasures, streams of clear light emanated from him, sweeping around like tidal waves.

In the vitality of heaven and earth mixed with ghosts and evil spirits, the entire Taoist temple shines like flawless jade.

At the manor near the Taoist temple, on top of a tower.

The old woman in red and holding a stick of quinoa saw such a scene, her eyes kept changing.

The breath on his body fluctuated, and the woman beside him trembled uncontrollably.

Just before the sun rose, the old woman snorted coldly, flicked her long sleeves angrily, and disappeared.

Then the whole manor disappeared, and only the mist remained, and the sunlight could not penetrate it.

In the Taoist temple, Lingqing finished her morning class, opened her eyes and looked in that direction, then stopped paying attention.

Get up and take out some sundries from the side cabinet.

A sutra box with three characters of Diamond Sutra with a cover book was found among the broken Buddha statues;

There is a four-sided and six-jointed vajra cast in brass. It should have been pinned in the hands of the Wei Tuo statue, but he picked it up in the mud;

There is a pitch-black lotus seed, which was cleaned out from the pond.

These things were all sifted out when cleaning the temple yesterday, and they all contained a special atmosphere.

Ling Qing raised her hand to pick up the Diamond Sutra, which was packed in a scripture box.

On the surface of the box is engraved a statue of Vajra Bodhisattva, with Vajra seals in his hands, solemn and solemn, and Vajra is not bad.

On one side is written the Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra.

Lingqing opened her hole-true eyes and looked, and there was a golden light on it, surrounded by auspicious clouds.

It seems that there is a monk body of gold and steel dharmakaya, who declares to him the secret meaning of Buddha nature, Vajra Prajna, and the principle of reality and non-existence.

After opening, there is a folded scripture, open it and have a look.

This is how I heard that for a moment the Buddha gave the tree to the Lonely Garden and the great bhikkhus in the country of Sravasti...

Waiting for the scripture justice to appear in front of his eyes, the handwriting is neat, serious and neat.

Between the lines, there are Buddhist principles, explaining Vajra Prajna and enlightening all beings to sleep.

After flipping through it hastily, Lingqing closed it and put it aside.

It's not that there is anything wrong with this scripture, this scripture is a real classic, and reciting it can make people understand the meaning of Buddha and inspire the Vajra to protect the Dharma.

But now he doesn't need it.

Update time for comments:

1. Keep it as it is;

2. A chapter of 4,000 words a day;

3. Two chapters are continuously updated a day, and each chapter has 2,000 words.

It’s not that I don’t want to make more changes. It takes four to five hours to write 4,000 words, and I really can’t do anything about it.

There are those who talk about water, and those who say that writing is not easy to pretend, please forgive me, we have low education, and we are not good at literature.

And I'm over thirty, my brain is not working well, please forgive me!

In the afternoon or evening, whichever has more opinions, choose whichever one, if no one participates, it will remain the same.