I want to practice Buddhism

He has knelt here for a long time.

Above the main hall, stood a golden Buddha statue, with a solemn expression and a compassionate expression.

"Alas." The Buddha statue suddenly sighed, moved its lips and looked at the person under His Highness, "Cheng Guan, why should you?"

He was motionless, his expression bewildered like an empty shell.

The Buddha sighed again. He sighed on this Buddha's body, which was the most in tens of thousands of years. "Tell me about you." He scolded again, "I have the fate of ten Buddhas, the golden robe is next to me, the Mahayana period is about to expire, and I am about to become a Buddha. At this juncture... I would rather use this body to save my life. people?"

There was no joy or anger in his words, he had tasted all kinds of tastes in the world, and he had spent tens of thousands of years sitting in this position of the Buddha, everything seemed indifferent and ordinary.It's just a pity that I finally met a talented person who is suitable to be the successor of the Buddha, but for a man, all these hundred years of cultivation will be invalidated.

His Highness still didn't speak, his brows were indifferent, without any disturbance.

The Buddha complained that the child could not be taught, rolled his eyes, and said helplessly, "Okay, just save him."

It was only then that His Highness seemed to be sucked back into his soul. He looked at the Buddha in front of him, but still didn't say a word.

The Buddha wanted to roll his eyes angrily, you are the coolest, you stole my limelight.He said angrily: "Jiang Chengfeng, forfeit his cultivation for the first life, and be demoted to Kongtong Mountain as an ascetic monk. In the third life, he will not be allowed to practice Buddhahood." , all disappeared.Before Jiang Chengfeng lost consciousness, he heard the Buddha say: "Zhao Zhaoran, with a pure mind, has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Give him the blessing of a golden body, return to the mortal body, and ensure his life will be smooth."

He smiled, smiling comfortably and peacefully.

Surrounded by two layers of golden light, they circled and rushed towards the human world.The Buddha sat down and his disciples saw something strange, and shouted: "Buddha! That's not the direction to go to Kongtong Mountain!"

"Oh, my hand slipped." The Buddha said solemnly, and then continued to read his scriptures.

The disciples who sat down were all shocked. Isn't this short-term protection too obvious?But no one dared to object, they just looked at the back of the two golden lights and sighed deeply.

The Buddha really protected his weaknesses. He didn't make up his mind to let Jiang Chengfeng be an ascetic monk for the first time. Even if he practiced Buddhism in this life, he should turn a blind eye to it.But this Buddha is really not a merciful person, he wants Jiang Chengfeng to suffer more hardships in the human world, endure more hardships, and then come up to take his place after he is fully enlightened.

He felt that his abacus was pretty good.

On the other side, the Zhao Mansion has exploded.The young master had just left for a few hours, he hadn't finished crying, and he wasn't even ready to bury the coffin in the ground. Amidst the chaos, Zhao Zhaoran, the young son of the Zhao family...woke up?

This almost didn't scare his mother to death.

"...What's the matter with you?" Zhao Zhaoran, who had just woken up, looked at a group of people around him who were speechless in shock. They thought they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.Then there was a Taoist priest with some cultivation in the crowd who broke the secret: "This... this young man has a golden body to protect his body, and he is blessed by the Buddha!"

Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a while, and finally burst into tears: "My son~" She rushed over and hugged Zhao Zhaoran, wiping all her snot and tears on him. "It's good to be back, it's good to be back..." Zhao Zhaoran was in a fog, not quite understanding what happened.It wasn't until his mother dispersed the crowd that she heard the story in a daze.

He loves to play, today he was playing with a few maids and servants by the lotus pond, one accidentally fell into the pond, and when he was rescued again, he was already dead.A group of people lay down in front of his dead body and cried loudly. In the end, Master Zhao pretended to be calm, and said lightly, "Bury Zhaoran...." They all knelt down and begged for mercy.

In the end, I still have to be buried, so what if I don't.

But the matters before and after his life have not been settled yet, and this little boy somehow came back to life.It doesn't matter if it's a golden body protection, or it doesn't matter if it's possessed by a demon, if you can come back, it's fine.

After that day, Mrs. Zhao began to believe in Buddhism, and built a Buddhist hall in the house. She prayed every day, and asked Zhao Zhaoran to worship Buddha with her, thanking the Buddha for his great kindness.Zhao Zhaoran was only 12 years old at that time, although he felt strange about this matter, he didn't take it to heart, and soon forgot all about it.He loves to play, and he still drags the servant girl out to mess around all day long.Mrs. Zhao didn't allow him to play around, so he went out secretly, and he was not afraid of being seen by his parents when he came back, they were reluctant to beat him.

That's right, a child who was picked up from the ghost gate, how could he be willing to beat him.

It's just that some things are starting to get weirder and weirder.For example, when he goes out to play, he always feels that there are several pairs of eyes staring at him.For example, the calico skirt his mother newly made was cut and torn for no reason.For example, more than half of his servants will disappear after a period of time.For example, his father was squeezed out and plotted everywhere in the officialdom.

It was really strange, and he didn't have any clue.

The author has something to say:

It was a very short work in the summer vacation before I became a senior high school dog, and I probably plan to write a long story in the future... right?

Suggestions or recommendations for better appreciation of my works are welcome.

All I want is an affirmation.There is no freestyle.

Stop talking nonsense.