The first Buddha in history

Such a quiet day lasted for more than half a year, and finally one day, Wen Chunxiang discovered that the old monk had actually received a letter of worship, and then planned to go out.

... This is really the sun coming out from the west. The old monk has such bad legs and feet, and he is planning to go out because his hands are unsteady when he is watering him?

But after thinking about it, when the old monk went out, he would be able to get out of the flower pot and relax.

The soil in this flower pot is too unpalatable, and the pot is too small to handle anything. The old monk is so old, if he accidentally sees himself running out of the flower pot, he will probably be scared to death.Wen Chunxiang thinks that he is a kind peony flower who came from the world of comprehension, so he should be tolerant of these stupid mortals.

"Chunxiang, I'm going out for a while, you stay at home." The eminent monk put away the watering things and said slowly, "During the time I go out, people will be locked up, but it's not impossible. Well, you still have to be careful."

The eminent monk didn't know how high the spirituality of this peony was, but according to his estimation, it was only about the intelligence level of a child of a few years old.Not to mention the shape change, it is still a question of whether it can be well fed.It's just that Chunxiang has a great reputation abroad, and if he doesn't keep it well, there will be some people who are not ashamed to covet it.

Wen Chunxiang heard the caring meaning in the mouth of the eminent monk, and shook the leaf awkwardly to express his understanding.

After the eminent monk changed his clothes and went out to lock the door, Wen Chunxiang carefully took out a root from the flowerpot, and then the second and third ones, and moved the whole body out of the flowerpot.

"Eminent monk, is there anything else you forgot to take?" The servant who came to pick up the eminent monk asked curiously.

The eminent monk looked away, and his eyes were softer, "It's nothing. Let's go."

Wen Chunxiang stretched, and jumped onto the table where the old monk often chanted sutras.

As expected, his cultivation level has increased again, and now he can jump so high with such a light jump.

Hey.

Wen Chunxiang opened the old monk's drawer with his roots, and there were many high-quality Langhao brushes neatly placed inside, the colors of which were very similar to those of his flowers.

It must be that the old monk liked Tala very much, otherwise he would not have prepared so many brushes with similar colors to himself.

He saw that the color of the brush used by the emperor was not so white.

Wen Chunxiang stretched out a root, rolled and pulled out a writing brush, the two roots were wrapped around it, and imitated the old monk's way to write on the table with some ink.

It's a pity that Wen Chunxiang only knew the emperor's official memorial and some characters on the Buddhist scriptures, but no one taught him how to write it.In addition, the roots of peony flowers are too small, although they can hold the brush, but how to write smoothly is a troublesome thing.

What trouble, what else to write?

I remember that my brothers and sisters used to write with divine sense.

By the way, divine consciousness?

The flowers on Wen Chunxiang's head were crooked, but he still got some good demon cultivation skills from his brothers and sisters, and he has been exhaling according to the breathing skills mentioned in the skills all these years.His current cultivation base is almost enough to build a foundation, and there will always be some spiritual consciousness after practicing.

Thinking of this, Wen Chunxiang let go of the brush, and began to try to use his spiritual consciousness to move the brush.

The brush slowly floated up from the table.

really useful?

Wen Chunxiang was overjoyed, and intensified the use of his spiritual consciousness.

The tip of the writing brush spread out, dipped some ink and began to draw on the white paper.

What are you drawing?

Draw yourself!

The brush slowly outlines a blooming peony on the white paper.

As soon as the last stroke was finished, the brush fell onto the white paper with a bang, and Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but fell down.

Although he is talented and intelligent, he can use his divine sense to draw his appearance for the first time, but it is inevitable that he has used too much force.At this moment, it was because of using too much spiritual consciousness that he fell on the desk.The whole flower looked a little dying.

After about half a day, Wen Chunxiang felt that he had recovered a little, and hurried to the water tank to drink some water. After recovering a lot of strength, he started to fight for his self-portrait again.

Although Wen Chunxiang hasn't had time to learn any Taoism, but he has developed a good spiritual consciousness by mistake.Everyone in the world loves Peony, he has the emperor Yinuo, and there is an eminent monk chanting scriptures for him, which he has never met in a hundred years. Those top-quality spiritual plants are much inferior.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day.

Wen Chunxiang is perfecting his self-portrait every day.

As he was painting, he felt that he was not generous enough.In the palace, he also listened to the stories told by the maids and eunuchs, and felt that the kind of fairy who slays demons and moves mountains and seas should be like him.

So another beast with the face of an old monk appeared on the drawing paper.

The second picture is the scene of Wen Chunxiang waving his roots and directing many flower demons to attack the old monk and beasts.

After Wen Chunxiang finished painting, he immediately felt that he had found joy in his life.

He didn't feel lonely even when the old monk was away.

Three months later.

The lock on the door clicked.

Wen Chunxiang woke up from the dream, quickly let go of his feet and jumped off the desk, found the flowerpot he didn't know where he had thrown it, and squatted straight in.

The eminent monk opened the lock and came back, frowning slightly.

He quickly looked at the things in the room, and found that Wen Chunxiang in the corner looked better after that, bent down to hug Wen Chunxiang again, and asked calmly, "Has the house been burglarized?"

Wen Chunxiang rubbed his teeth, you are the thief.

Can't he come back in broad daylight? He has no choice but to tidy up in the middle of the night.

Wen Chunxiang roared so loudly, but the old monk couldn't hear him.

"You look very energetic." The eminent monk smiled and placed Wen Chunxiang by the window.

Wen Chunxiang snorted and looked up at the old monk.

Strangely, the old monk's complexion looked a little pale.

Ordinary people only have such a short lifespan, so don't run around when you are such an adult.

Wen Chunxiang thought that the aging of human beings is probably equivalent to the withering of their vegetation, so it is better not to run around.

The eminent monk put Wen Chunxiang away and walked towards his desk.

Alas, alas, shouldn't you go to bed?I haven't collected those paintings yet!

Wen Chunxiang growled, "Don't look!"

The eminent monk's footsteps suddenly paused, "Strange, is it tinnitus?"

Wen Chunxiang was also stunned, could it be that he could already transmit sound with spiritual consciousness?

"Old monk."

The eminent monk remained silent.

Coincidence.

Wen Chunxiang thought secretly.

The monk's footsteps did not stop, and he saw the messy paintings on his desk at a glance.

"Huh? This picture of peonies is not bad. It's just that the brushwork is too vain to draw the charm." The eminent monk picked up the first picture and praised.

That is, mortal things can't describe my beauty at all.

As soon as the eminent monk finished speaking, he saw the second picture.

A beast with its own face.

The eminent monk froze for a moment, seeming a little depressed.

The third picture is a picture of hundreds of flowers, with peonies in the middle.The only disharmony was the shivering beast with the face of an eminent monk.

The eminent monk couldn't figure out the meaning of this picture for a while.

The fourth picture shows the eminent monk being hung on a tree.

The fifth one was buried in the soil.

……

There are twenty or thirty sheets of fragments, each of which has a way to be adjusted.

Seeing this, the eminent monk can guess what even if he is stupid.

This is probably the masterpiece of the white peony in the flowerpot.

While the eminent monk was amazed at Wen Chunxiang's spirituality, he couldn't help but find it funny.Before he became a monk, he heard from his master that now the world is stable, there are no evil spirits, and there are almost no goblins who can take shape.He has lived for so many years and has never met a goblin. He didn't want to think that if the emperor rewarded him with a pot of flowers, he might be a goblin.

But from the looks of it, I'm afraid even a goblin is a stupid goblin.

The eminent monk stayed alone for a long time, and he didn't care about such pranks, he just treated it as raising a child.

Wen Chunxiang watched the old monk tidy up the room, but didn't say a word about it, and didn't know what the old monk was thinking.It's just that the old monk didn't say anything, and even Wen Chunxiang couldn't hear him when he opened his mouth to ask.Had to press this matter to the bottom of my heart.

When spring came again, the old monk really fell ill.

The reason why it is true is because Wen Chunxiang has already discovered that something is wrong.

The old monk has become more and more powerless recently, and his eyes have gradually become less clear.The so-called doctor does not heal himself, even if the old monk has the skill of rejuvenating medicine, he can only lie on the hospital bed now.

Later Wen Chunxiang knew that the old monk went out for a few months to treat a general who was guarding the frontier.

How stupid.

Are other people's lives as important as your own?

However, in the Buddhist scriptures of the old monk, there are often stories about the Buddha sacrificing his life to save others. Probably the old monk was deeply influenced by it.

Wen Chunxiang quietly looked at the old monk lying on the bed coughing uncomfortably, telling himself that the old monk would die soon and he could go back to the mountain, but at the same time he was a little bit reluctant, if the old monk died, he would not chant scriptures for him up.

After a few days, the old monk's body gradually recovered.

Although he was old, he would still water Wen Chunxiang, and even put Wen Chunxiang on the desk, and began to teach him word by word.

"Chunxiang, you need to learn more about mortal things, so you won't suffer." The old monk touched Wen Chunxiang's petals kindly and said.

... old rascal!

Wen Chunxiang couldn't dodge in time, so he had to be touched back and forth by the old monk.

The old monk's hands were rough and callused, and it hurt a little bit to scrape the petals.But Wen Chunxiang is not an ordinary peony, he gets used to being touched.Anyway, mortals like to touch their place, and there are even women who put their flowers on their heads.

Thinking about it this way, being touched is not a big deal.

"Today there is a peony flower festival in the city, I'll take you out to have a look." The eminent monk held Wen Chunxiang in his arms and said.

Wen Chunxiang was naturally happy, and he hasn't gone out to see it for a long time.

Peony Fair, hmph, isn't that a place full of little brothers?

Wen Chunxiang held his head high, trying to show his most beautiful face, and made sure to let those mortals see it well.

This year's Peony Flower Festival is extraordinarily grand. Since Wen Chunxiang was presented and praised by the emperor, countless dignitaries have racked their brains to breed some new varieties of peonies to present to the emperor.Everyone knows that the pot of the emperor's beloved peony was rewarded to the eminent monk, but there is still such a pot of flowers around the emperor.It's just that everyone has such an idea, and after comparing and searching, they didn't find a pot of peony flowers that were more beautiful than Wen Chunxiang.

As soon as the eminent monk came down with Wen Chunxiang in his arms, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Some people are looking at the eminent monk who doesn't live in the house all year round, while more people are looking at this famous Wen Chunxiang who has caused Peony's value to double again.Today's Wen Chunxiang is more outstanding than before because of his improved cultivation.In the eyes of people who love peony, it is no different from a stunning beauty.

Immediately, words of praise and compliments flew over like money.

Wen Chunxiang was even more proud.

See it or not, this is how he should be treated.

It's a pity that this old monk still gave him tea as usual, it's just that, he didn't know how to cherish him at all.

Many people wanted to come over and greet the eminent monk, but before they could get close, many guards stepped forward to stop them.The news that the eminent monk was in poor health was well known to the royal family, so at the peony flower party, the princes and princes all spontaneously came to protect him.First, it can make a good impression on the eminent monk, which may be a life-saving thing in the future. Second, it is natural to use the eminent monk to curry favor with the emperor.

"The presence of the Zen master really surprised me. I happen to be one of the organizers of the Peony Flower Festival. Zen master, please follow me." A man dressed in a gorgeous dress was the first to come up and led the eminent monk and Wen Chunxiang. Go out and enjoy it.

"I have seen this pot of peonies at my father's side before, I don't want it to be even more outstanding now." The prince said with a serious look at Wen Chunxiang.

The old emperor has too many sons and daughters, Wen Chunxiang really doesn't remember seeing him.

"My lord is absurd. The poor monk doesn't know how to take care of flowers and plants, he just raises them at will."

"The Zen master has a high level of cultivation, and it is a great opportunity to be able to follow the Zen master. The peonies have spirits, and it should bloom more lushly." The prince said with a smile.

Bah, really flattering.

Wen Chunxiang secretly despised him.

"Look, Master Zen, this is a red cloud flying piece of peony, beautiful and refined, charming but not bewitching." The prince pointed to a pot of blooming lotus-shaped red peonies and said with a smile. "Over there is the peony Yaohuang. At that time, the red dragon changed colors, and the silver powder and golden scales...the green dragon lay in the ink pool, and the world-famous black jade. A black peony with such a pure color is really rare."

The eminent monk also stopped in his footsteps, and looked at the pot of Guanshi Moyu black peonies, with a smile on his face, "It's really good."

Wen Chunxiang looked over angrily, what's so good about that black peony?Not really black, but almost black.The old monk has no taste and likes dark things.

"Black peonies are rare, and there are no more than five pots of black peonies in this peony flower festival. Someone has already ordered them. If Zen Master likes it, Xiao Wang is willing to part with one pot. It also happens to be a companion with Zen Master's white peony." laughed.

Who wants black peony for company?

Wen Chunxiang glared angrily at the black peony beside him, as if the black peony had sensed some danger, the flower immediately wilted a lot.

"Thank you, my lord, it's just that the poor monk can't take care of a pot now, so he won't be reckless." The eminent monk shook his head and refused.

Hmph, an old monk has vision.

If he dared to bring back other peony flowers, he would have to throw that black peony out to bleach it at night!

After the peony meeting was over, the old monk fell ill again.

This time was different from the last time, the attack was menacing, and he hadn't recovered from his illness for several days.The emperor even sent the imperial physician himself, but there was nothing he could do.When the old monk was sober, he confessed to the emperor that he hoped to be raised here, and the emperor had no choice but to let him go.

The old monk is really old.

Ordinary people are like this, always unable to escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

Wen Chunxiang ran out of the flower pot and climbed to the old monk's bed, and saw that the old monk's face was already very pale.

He secretly stretched out a root to touch the old monk's forehead, it was astonishingly hot.

Wen Chunxiang hurriedly mobilized with his spiritual sense, and a cold kerchief was just stacked on the old monk's forehead.

"I'm not in good health, but I'm trying to be brave." Wen Chunxiang muttered, and gradually turned into a ghostly figure.

The phantom is very faint and fuzzy, and it can only be seen that it is the stature of a young man.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Wen Chunxiang lowered his head, looked down at the old monk who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, feeling a little uneasy.

He was accompanied by countless brothers and sisters in the valley, but he was the only one who couldn't immediately transform into a mortal flower and was left in that valley.If you count carefully, the old monk is almost the person who has accompanied him the longest in the past few hundred years.

Wen Chunxiang has a phantom, so he can temporarily leave his body and go out to see the world.

Now that he is proficient in personnel affairs, he naturally knows how stupid the things he did in the past were. If it were someone else, he might have been killed as a monster long ago.

"Forget it, I owe you. Let's just pay back the cause and effect of naming me." At most, it's just a few decades of sleeping, and it's not like he hasn't slept deeply?It happens that winter is coming soon, and it is normal for peonies to wither.

When he was in the valley, he ate a lot of elixir pills brought by his brothers and sisters, all of which were stored in his body without digestion.

If he squeezed some flower juice out, the old monk would probably be able to die without any illness or disaster.

Anyway, he has plenty of flower juice, and it will grow out after a while.

In his sleep, the eminent monk dreamed of a young man whose face could not be seen clearly.

The boy scolded him for a long time, and finally began to ask, "Don't water me with tea in the future, you can use spring water and dew. In addition, change me to a bigger flower pot, and change the soil. Not allowed Raise other peonies, or I will throw them away when I wake up!"

The young man lowered his head and pulled the high monk's sleeve, "Old monk, you don't want to die. I will bloom again in the future, don't... don't throw me away." Otherwise, it will be a real loss.

Wen Chunxiang thought, he must be too lonely, that's why he was so kind to this old monk.

After finally talking to the old monk, it was still in a dream?

Who made him a high-quality peony who had been baptized in the realm of comprehension!

When the eminent monk woke up, his spirit was unprecedentedly good.

All the soreness and exhaustion on the body disappeared, and there was still some strong fragrance of flowers in the mouth.

As for the pot of white peonies he raised, only the bare branches remained, and the flowers had already fallen off.

The eminent monk looked at Wen Chunxiang quietly for a long time, not knowing what expression to show on his face.Finally, the fallen flowers were picked up, washed one by one and placed among the Buddhist scriptures.

It's really... Anyway, he has grown the flowers for so long, even if he didn't say anything, he would definitely not throw them away.

A few days later, the imperial physicians who thought they were coming to collect the body found the energetic monk watering the peony.

"Zen Master, it's already winter, and it's useless for you to water it. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so it's better to rest." The imperial physician took the eminent monk's pulse and made sure that it wasn't after returning to light, so he felt relieved.Although he was very surprised, he didn't make any fuss.Surviving a catastrophe must bring blessings. The Zen master is proficient in medical skills, and it is normal for him to heal himself.

After this battle, the eminent monk never fell ill again, and he still showed signs of being younger, which was rumored for a while.

But the pot of white peony bestowed by the emperor never bloomed again. The flower farmer said that the peony had withered to death, so he had better change it.After the emperor heard about it, he ordered someone to find some white peonies, and planned to send them to the eminent monk, but the eminent monk refused.

He was still looking after the pot of white peonies.

Some literati and ink writers wrote a story in a storybook, about the cliché story of the peony repaying the favor and saving the eminent monk.Later, after the play was arranged, the eminent monk even took time out to watch a play.

It's just that the eminent monk was a little dumb. The peony he raised was neither gentle nor tender, it was just a young man with a bad temper.

The eminent monk occasionally flipped through the paintings of Wen Chunxiang, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Probably no matter how many years it takes, he will be able to laugh again when he sees these paintings.

13 years later.

The eminent monk passed away in Huguo Temple, with a pot of withered peonies beside him.

"Hey, brother, what are they doing?" Several young monks held hoes, and a monk in cassock in the middle held a box with a serious face.And behind him were countless guards and palace maids, who were mighty and mighty, attracting many people to watch.A girl quickly turned her head to ask a man next to her.

"Don't you know? Chan Master Huguo has passed away, and those are all going to the funeral."

Before the Zen master passed away, he asked the new emperor to cremate him, and his ashes and relics were buried on the mountain, and the peonies he raised were placed next to his ashes.

After all, he is considered a Buddhist practitioner, and his ashes and relics will help Wen Chunxiang recover faster.

The new emperor agreed to this request. He was grateful for the help of the eminent monks in the past. In order to avoid being disturbed after his death, he was buried near the royal tomb.Then the ashes are buried by a respected monk, and the novice who is proficient in farming removes the peony from the flower pot and buries it next to the monk.

The flowers are in full bloom again, and spring is here.

The white peony quietly bloomed.

The author has something to say:

I'm so stupid, I actually wrote [-] characters long ago, but I locked [-] QAQ in the small black room.So I went to write about the national teacher next door.

23333 Wen Chunxiang is not wrong to be a black peony, but it is still white now.

How can you be worthy of him if you don't dye him? !

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Perhaps Buddha's cat demon is really doomed to suffer a lot in this life.

With great difficulty, he asked someone to fix the pond, sprinkled a bunch of fish fry on it, and helped the third brother Huamao transform into a successful form. He could have leisurely continued to be his own master of the world and delved into his own Dharma. Who knows what else? Brothers also heard the news and came to look for him.

After the third brother transformed into an exquisite young man who looked like a [-]-year-old girl, standing with the Buddha cat demon, he looked more like a younger brother.Coincidentally, the same is true for the other three brothers, one looks younger than the other, and one is more likely to cause trouble than the other.

The Fozi cat demon felt his head was getting bigger.

It turns out that in recent years, Buddhism and Taoism have produced many scum who use fairy inner alchemy to increase their cultivation, making it difficult for all the little monsters to survive.And the cat demons of them were only at the level of just transforming, and after suffering a few losses and surviving catastrophe, they went back to find their mother for shelter.It's a pity that my mother is a romantic cat, and I don't know where I went here at this time.So, they came together to find their fifth younger brother.

The fifth brother is doing well, he has fish to eat every day, and he lives in a big house. Human beings respect him when they see him. Most importantly, he doesn't have any evil spirit on him, he is simply awesome.

The four elder brothers unanimously forgot how they bullied this younger brother before.

Fozi had no choice but to take all his brothers in, and was surrounded by meows every day.

However, the eldest brother is a person who likes to show off, and he touted the Buddha's saying that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on earth, which suddenly attracted many little demons.

The Buddha saw that they had never been guilty of any crimes, they were just little goblins with no ability to protect themselves, so they had no choice but to accept them too.

Just to the outside world, he is a wealthy layman, and these little monsters are just his servants.

Unknowingly, this place has become a well-known goblin force nearby.