The Daily Salvation of the Protagonist of the Buddhist System

Cuiwei Country has four distinct seasons and is rich in resources. Maybe it is really blessed by gods and Buddhas, and even disasters rarely happen here.

The people live a prosperous life, and from the kind and warm smiles on their faces, we can see how comfortable and carefree they are.

This winter, the snow came very early.

Thin snowflakes floated down from the leaden sky, everything was covered with silver, a piece of white, clean and soft.

Su Yun stood under the corridor, looking up at the sky, his small body was wrapped in a big red brocade cloak trimmed with white fur, revealing a small face carved in pink and jade.

His eyebrows are picturesque, and his eyes are like clear streams, as if they can reflect all the beautiful things.

A little red mole between his eyebrows makes him look like a fairy boy in the sky. Just standing in the snow like this is a wonderful painting handed down from generation to generation.

The queen standing in the distance looked at this scene with a smile, she didn't know what touched her, and suddenly shed tears.

"What's the matter, Queen?"

Emperor Cuiwei held the Queen's hand and asked with concern.

The queen wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said worriedly: "In a blink of an eye, Yun'er will be five years old. When I think of him leaving home alone at the age of seven, and going to the temple to clean up, my heart hurts like a needle."

She looked at Su Yun playing with the snow with his hands, with an innocent look, and her voice became more miserable, "He is still so young, yet so sensible and obedient, Your Majesty, how can you let your concubine be willing?

It would be great if Yun'er wasn't some Buddhist child, whoever loves this Buddha child should go, my miserable Yun'er..."

Emperor Cuiwei let out a long sigh, and he patted the Queen's hand, "If possible, I wouldn't want Yun'er to leave us, but God's will, we can't keep him."

He thought of the immortal masters who came for Su Yun one after another in recent years, and said with some pride: "My son, he was born to be an extraordinary person in the world. This is a good thing, and it should be a good thing."

"Father, Queen Mother!"

Su Yun noticed the commotion here, stepped on his short legs, ran over, stood still and saluted, then raised his head and asked, "Can Yun'er go to see my younger brother and younger sister today?"

Emperor Cuiwei was amused by his expectant eyes, bent over and hugged Su Yun, and said with a doting smile: "Of course, but younger brothers and sisters are still young, Yun'er has to be obedient."

Su Yun nodded vigorously, "Yes, Yun'er knows that younger brothers and sisters like to sleep, so Yun'er will definitely not disturb them."

He fluttered his little hands and urged happily: "Go, go!"

Emperor Cuiwei laughed loudly, and the queen also laughed through tears, and the family of three walked happily side by side to Liuqing Palace.

In the palace, as soon as he saw his younger siblings, Su Yun asked Emperor Cuiwei to put him down, and stood on tiptoes beside the two little guys to watch.

These two little guys who are less than one year old are still sleeping, their little faces are chubby, their mouths are slightly open, and one of them is even spitting bubbles.

"Can Yun'er touch them?"

Su Yun turned his head and said pitifully, his big eyes were blinking, making it hard to refuse.

Of course, the empress couldn't refuse such a look. The empress nodded and said with a gentle smile, "You can touch it gently."

Su Yun happily grabbed the hands of the two little guys, one in each hand, "Brother and sister, I am your elder brother. When you grow up, I will take you to eat delicious food and play fun..."

After rambling on for quite a while, finally reluctantly left with the empress.

When being carried back to the bedroom by the aunt who took care of the daily life, Su Yun pretended to be tired from playing, lay on the aunt's shoulder and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

In fact, it is really a bit tired. After all, this body is still small, and there are not many Dao Yuan that can be mobilized. Just half an hour ago, I lost all the recent savings to the two little guys.

I don't know if it's because my fate is so good that I have shared the luck of the royal family. These two children were originally destined to die young.

Not only that, the entire national destiny of Cuiwei Kingdom has been worn down after his birth.

In order to change this situation, Su Yun used the opportunity of playing to set up a fortune-changing formation in the palace, and often used Dao Yuan to help them nourish their meridians on the grounds that he missed his younger brothers and sisters.

After more than half a year, the fate of the two little guys who died young was temporarily broken by Su Yun. As long as they don't die when they grow up, it is not a problem to live to a hundred years old.

At night, Su Yun lay on the bed and closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep.

In the dream, he walked through a white mist with ease and came to a temple located by the lake.

It was the setting sun at this time, and the lake was shining with golden light. In front of the quiet temple, the gate was open, and the three characters "Lingguang Temple" were written on the quaint plaque.

Su Yun struggled to climb over the deep threshold, and shouted loudly to the inside: "Master, Yun'er is here!"

An old monk walked out of the main hall, he came to Su Yun with a smile, touched his little head, and said: "It's very early today, not bad, very diligent."

The old monk led Su Yun into the main hall.

This temple doesn't look big from the outside, but I didn't expect that there is something different inside.

Sixteen red pillars prop up the [-]-meter-high roof of the hall, and in the middle are three huge Buddha statues, namely the current Buddha Sakyamuni, the past Buddha Burning Lamp Buddha and the future Buddha Maitreya Buddha.

Around the main hall, there are relief murals of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Tianlong Babu, etc. who are listening to the Dharma, which are magnificent and lifelike.

With the help of the old monk, Su Yun first burned three sticks of incense, and after kowtowing to the three Buddhas, he obediently knelt down on the futon opposite the old monk.

He asked curiously, "Master, what sutra are you listening to today?"

With a flash of light in the old monk's hand, he took out a thick scripture book, "Today, we will listen to volume No.18 of the Agama Sutra."

"If I hear it like this, the Buddha is here for a while..."

Su Yun was engrossed in listening, but he didn't realize that with the sound of the old monk chanting sutras, golden flowers slowly fell from the sky, golden lotuses gushed out from the ground, there was faintly celestial music, and celestial maidens danced...

If this kind of weather is seen by other monks in the Fairy Spirit Continent, they will be amazed, and they have already reached the realm of speaking out.

One spoke carefully, and the other listened intently. Soon, the content prepared for today was finished.

The old monk closed the scriptures and asked kindly: "Yun'er, did you understand everything I said today?"

Su Yun nodded his head, "Some understand it, some don't, but basically I remember it all."

The old monk asked kindly: "Can you recite it again?"

Su Yun nodded, closed his eyes, and began to recite the scriptures he heard today.

As his words fell, the red mole between Su Yun's eyebrows glowed with golden light, and a golden emblem emerged, and the scriptures he was chanting turned into golden characters, floating in the hall.

Where the text of the scriptures drifted past, the reliefs on the murals seemed to echo each other, and scattered bits and pieces of light emerged, blending into the text, and finally drifting into Su Yun's body.

The sky is full of broken gold, and the room is full of streamers.

The old monk stood aside and looked at the wonderful scene in front of him, feeling in his heart that he was indeed a born Buddha, with a natural understanding of Buddhist scriptures.

According to this progress, it should be able to enter the realm of "floating in the sky" soon.

If ordinary people read Buddhist scriptures, it takes a lot of effort to interpret and learn word by word, but for Buddhists, it is like reviewing what they have learned.

Of course it is very fast to learn.

Su Yun didn't know about the wonders outside his body. He didn't bring the small system in because he was afraid that the old monk would find out.

At this time, he was immersed in a strange state, half awake, empty and still, and he was clearly chanting scriptures, but his consciousness seemed to be pulled away, and he came to a wonderful place.

In this state, he is himself and not himself. He has never been so clearly aware of everything he has.

It seems that the soul has been washed clean, every thought in the mind is clear, the body is warm, and the peace of mind is incredible.

After a long time, Su Yun finally finished reading the scriptures.

He opened his eyes, escaped from that wonderful ethereal realm, turned his head to look at the old monk, and asked with a blushing face, "Master, is Yun'er reading correctly?"

The old monk smiled and nodded, "It's all right."

He looked up at the sky, it had become dark, he lowered his head and said to Su Yun: "It's almost dawn, go back quickly."

Su Yun nodded, and slowly got up from the futon. He hugged the old monk intimately, and then waved goodbye, "Goodbye, Master, Yun'er will come to see you in a while."

Turned around and walked into the vast white mist.

Opening his eyes again, it was almost dawn, and Su Yun was lying on the bed recalling the scene in his dream.

This dream started when he was three years old. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, the old monk would wait for him in the temple by the lake.

Usually they read scriptures to him, or tell some stories, and sometimes teach him some small spells, and the two are called master and apprentice.

Su Yun guessed that the old monk must have used some method of dreaming, and what he learned in the dream can also be used in reality.

Now, he has some confidence in his identity as a Buddhist disciple, because the scriptures read by the old monk can even give him a feeling of deja vu.

Could it be that, many lives ago, I was really an Arhat Bodhisattva or something?

Su Yun stroked his thick hair and prayed silently. He could be a disciple of Buddha, but he must not be bald.

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