Tian Yuan

"Master, what I'm going to say next is more important, don't get too excited."

Chen Qingyuan gave the old monk a vaccination in advance.

"The old monk has practiced Buddhism for more than [-] years. After going through the vicissitudes of time, his heart is like still water."

The old monk is very confident about his state of mind.

Even if some important event happened, the old monk would at most be surprised, but his reaction would not be too much.

"Okay." Chen Qingyuan smiled deeply, and started the topic: "To tell the truth, Master, I have received the inheritance of a Buddha."

The old monk who heard this was expressionless at first, as if time had been frozen, and stared blankly at Chen Qingyuan.

Then, the old monk blinked his eyes, and a strange color began to appear on his face.

The pupils shrank rapidly, the pores on the face enlarged, and the whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"Benefactor, what did you just say?"

The old monk suspected that he had heard it wrong, his voice became extremely hoarse, and he asked with a trill.

With the strength of the old monk, how could he hear it wrong.

Asking questions like this, I just don't believe it, and I'm a little bit at a loss.

"I got the inheritance of a Buddha, whose name is Kasyapa." Chen Qingyuan said in detail, and wrote down part of the Dharma experience in the memory of the inheritance: "These are the true meaning of Buddhism of Kassapa Buddha... ..”

Seeing thousands of Buddhist texts appearing in the void, the old monk was dumbfounded.

Every sentence of the Buddha's words is like a sacred text of Buddhism and Taoism, constantly impacting the old monk's heart.

The defense line in the bottom of my heart was broken in an instant.

"boom!"

The old monk jumped up, turned back and forth, looked at the Buddhist mantras that appeared in the void, his whole body trembled, his face was full of surprise and shock.

Excitement cannot be suppressed.

After writing a part of the mantra, Chen Qingyuan stopped.

It's not good to write too much, and your hands are sore.

"You...you..." The old monk looked at Chen Qingyuan, his tongue was spinning, and he couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time: "Is this true?"

"It's true."

Chen Qingyuan smiled and nodded, calmly.

"Inheritance of Buddha Kasyapa..."

The old monk's throat rolled, and he suddenly thought of those Buddhist scriptures that recorded "Kasyapa".

She was shocked and couldn't hide it.

"Master, calm down, don't be alarmed."

Chen Qingyuan took a sip of tea and said with a light smile.

Even the old monk who has lived through the years couldn't bear it at this moment.

This is the way of inheritance of the Buddha!

It was unbelievable that a mortal would live a normal life and suddenly want to inherit the throne.

No one can withstand this kind of psychological shock.

"I reproduced all the mantras and dharmas left by the Buddha, and handed them over to the master." Chen Qingyuan took out a Sumeru ring and placed it on the table: "The inherited dharma is integrated into one's body and cannot be separated from the body. "

"This..." The old monk's eyes were fixed on the Xumi ring on the table, and he stretched out his trembling hands, unbelievable: "The method passed down by the Buddha, the Mahayana mantra."

"Master, aren't you calm? Is it necessary to be so excited?"

Chen Qingyuan made a joke.

The old monk didn't seem to hear anything, his attention was all attracted by the Sumeru ring.

At this time, the heart is like water!

It's not bad to be able to maintain a certain amount of sanity.

The moment he grabbed Xumi's ring, the old monk's consciousness penetrated into it.

The vast sea of ​​Buddhist scriptures are neatly arranged.

Although it is a reprinted version, it is still a priceless treasure.If one can comprehend a trace of the essence of the Buddha's scriptures, the Dharma will definitely go to a higher level, and it will also be of great help to one's own strength.

Standing by the table, the old monk's body seemed to be inlaid, motionless as a mountain, and he was concentrating on reading Buddhist scriptures.

The more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became, and the problem that had troubled him for many years was suddenly solved.

The road ahead is very clear.

Half an hour passed, Chen Qingyuan called out: "Master, senior..."

After calling for more than ten times, the old monk came back to his senses and withdrew his divine consciousness.

Close your eyes slowly, and silently recite the meditation formula.

After calming down his excited mood, the old monk clasped his hands together, with a solemn expression, bowed to Chen Qingyuan and said, "I can't repay the kindness of benefactor Chen, I'm so grateful, I don't know what to say."

"Master's words are serious." Chen Qingyuan hurriedly helped the old monk up: "It's useless to leave the mantra of Buddhism to me. This is considered as returning to the original owner."

"Old man, thank you benefactor."

The old monk really didn't know how to express his gratitude, so he bowed again.

This is not an ordinary thing, it is the inheritance of the Buddha.

Chen Qingyuan came across the endless star field, and sincerely gave him a gift.Thinking of this, the old monk was very moved, he looked at Chen Qingyuan with extremely gentle eyes, and he was very grateful.

"In addition to presenting scriptures, I also want to ask Buddhism for a favor." Chen Qingyuan talked about the business: "Qingzong should come out of the old soil in the near future and move back to the northern wilderness. It will be difficult to cover up at that time. Generations are in chaos, I hope Buddhism can help."

"It's easy to say, the old monk will personally go out and protect each other with his life."

With such a great kindness, it is really inappropriate to send other eminent monks to come forward.The old monk made up his mind and made a promise.

"Dongtu still needs a master to sit in the town, isn't it suitable!"

Chen Qingyuan didn't want to affect the stability of Dongtu, otherwise there would be a doomsday for countless souls.

"It's just a few months back and forth, nothing will happen."

The old monk calculated the time required and said solemnly.

"Okay, I'm going to take a trip, Master Lao."

Chen Qingyuan stopped being hypocritical, clasped his fists and said.

"You don't have to be polite, you should." The old monk felt that the Buddhism had taken advantage of it, so he came forward to protect Qingzong, but it still didn't work: "Benefactor Chen, although there are not many good things in the Buddhist treasury, there are a few. If you don’t give alms, go and have a look. If you have eyes, just take them away.”

"Is this... okay?"

There is no reason for Chen Qingyuan not to eat the fatty meat that was delivered to his mouth, this is just a polite way of saying it.

"Of course." The old monk nodded.

"Okay, then the junior will pick a few random things and have a look."

Chen Qingyuan grinned.

"By the way, this tea is not bad. I want to ask for some to take home with my teacher. Is it possible?"

Then, Chen Qingyuan continued.

"The benefactor likes it, of course you can." Immediately, the old monk released the door restriction, and said to a certain eminent monk: "Wuyi, uproot the 10-year-old Enlightenment Tree at the end of the tea garden, and prepare to give it away .”

"What?" The eyelids of the eminent monk in charge of the tea garden suddenly trembled, his face changed drastically, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong.

At present, the only 10-year-old Enlightenment Tree in Buddhism can only pick tea once every 500 years, and each time it is only a hundred catties, which is very precious.

There are many eminent monks, and they are used as favors. The tea leaves distributed to each eminent monk are only three or five taels.

The tree of enlightenment, which is regarded as a treasure by Buddhism, the abbot actually said that he would uproot it and give it away.

"Amitabha, the poor monk must have gone mad and had auditory hallucinations."

The eminent monk Wu Yi sitting in the tea garden was sweating coldly and began to chant sutras.