Seeking longevity from the world of Si Teng / Seeking longevity from the world of the Republic of Ch

"Where are you a monk, why are you so sad while running in the heavy rain?" Qin Li asked.

"Little monk Daoji grew up in Taizhou Prefecture, and became a monk in Lingyin Temple when he was a little older. Now, there are sudden changes in his family. His relatives have passed away, his family property has been taken away, and he is very sad and indignant." The young monks answered one by one.

"Daoji." Qin Li's eyes lit up.

"Your lay life is called Li Xiuyuan?"

"Master knows the little monk!" Daoji was also quite surprised.

Qin Li shook his head, and then said: "Poverty Dao has heard of it. There was a family surnamed Li in Taizhou Prefecture who escaped to become a monk on the night of the wedding. It seems that the Dharma name is Daoji, so I asked this question."

"It made the mage laugh." Daoji replied.

Daoji's face was a little lonely, the current Daoji is not the boundless mana master Jidian who has great popularity in the world.

Now he is just a young man in a weak year, and his family is in chaos, so it is inevitable that he has some grief.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?Even the master of epilepsy decades later, when he burned down his house, he would still think of his parents who died miserably, and still blame himself.

"What are your plans in the future?" Qin Li asked.

Daoji clasped his hands together and looked at Qin Li, unable to answer for a long time.

"If you can't answer, Pindao won't ask you any more. Today, you and I can meet each other in this mountain forest. It's considered fate. Pindao will give you a property right as a souvenir."

Qin Li turned over his hand, took out a roll of bamboo slips, and handed it to Daoji.

When Daoji saw the bamboo slips flying over out of thin air, he didn't know what happened to the bamboo slips.

"Daoji pays homage to the mage."

After finishing speaking, I will kneel down.

With a big wave of Qin Li's hand, he supported him with magic power and said: "No need to do this, you and I are destined, so I will send you off, and you will follow."

Seeing what happened, Daoji also knelt down, then got up, and took the scriptures respectfully.

"My little monk thanked Master for giving me the book." Daoji saluted after receiving the bamboo slips.

"En." Qin Li nodded.

In this day and age, books are written on paper, and the bamboo slips have long been discarded. Now that he saw the bamboo slips, Daoji was a little unresponsive.

Under Qin Li's gaze, Daoji untied the rope, opened the bamboo slips, and the first thing he saw was the words "Diamond Sutra".

Daoji raised his head abruptly, and looked at Qin Li in surprise, as if asking you why a Taoist would carry a Buddhist scripture with him.

"This sutra is a skill that poor Taoists read every day. After reading it for a long time, it will bring a trace of Buddha nature. Now that you are new to Buddhism, it should be useful to you, so I will give it to you." Qin Li said.

"Buddha nature." Daoji looked down at the bamboo slip in his hand, as if enlightened.

No wonder since he held the bamboo slips and opened them, the cold was gone, even in the rainstorm, he still showed a sense of warmth.

Daoji tied the rope again, then looked at Qin Li again, his eyes full of doubts.

"The mage said that there are Buddhist monks who believe in the scriptures. It's just that the mage is clearly a person in the Taoist sect. How can he have such a strong Buddha nature in his body, so that the books he reads every day have already undergone transformation." Daoji asked.

"Do you think that Pindao doesn't have such a strong Buddha nature?" Qin Li asked.

Daoji nodded.

Chapter 220: Birth of the Dao of Heaven

(There is another chapter coming later, maybe in the early twelve o'clock)

Qin Li smiled, and then stopped talking.

It's just that the hands are slowly clasped together, and as the hands get closer, Qin Yue's body begins to emit golden light.

At the moment when he folded his palms together, Qin Li turned into an Arhat again, wearing cassocks and holding Buddhist beads.

Daoji was stunned. He didn't understand how Qin Li, who was a Taoist priest a moment ago, had now become an eminent monk.

"Little monk Daoji..."

"The poor monk said that it doesn't have to be like this." Qin Li waved his big hand to help Daoji who was half kneeling.

"I don't know how..."

"You want to ask why the poor monk was a Taoist priest before, but now he has become a monk again." Qin Li said.

Daoji nodded.

"The poor monk practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, but the poor monk usually presents himself as a Taoist." Qin Li replied simply.

"I don't know where the mage is practicing, and what is his dharma name?" Daoji was in the mood of seeing all the Buddhas in the Western Heaven.

"The poor monk lives all over the world. He has never become a monk in a specific temple, and he can't be named. There is only one layman's name—Qin Li." Qin Li said.

Dao Jiyou continued to ask: "Can the mage prove to have attained the fruition?"

When Daoji asked this sentence, his eyes were full of hope, and for a moment he forgot the sadness of his family being ruined.

This is a matter of faith. Although Buddhist disciples all over the world generally believe that there is a Buddha in the world, they have never seen it. Daoji is also a person who worships Buddha, so he cares so much that he forgets the sadness of family ruin and death.

"The poor monk's understanding is limited, and now he only ranks among the Venerable Arhats." Qin Li replied.

"Honorable Arhat!" Daoji stared at Qin Li with wide eyes, speechless for a long time.

Today's Daoji is not yet able to be neither surprised nor sad.

Besides, he had never seen the Buddhas of the Western Paradise, so it is understandable that he was surprised. This kind of thing, not to mention Daoji, even those eminent monks who have attained the Tao, may not be shocked.

Anyone who is an ordinary person will be shocked. Of course, there are no exceptions. For those monasteries where Bodhisattvas often visit, the monks in them will be more calm.

Seeing that Daoji was clearly lost, Qin Li immediately recited the mantra to dispel the restlessness in Daoji's heart.

Daoji came to his senses, and then saluted Qin Li: "Thank you mage, it's the little monk who is stunned."

"En." Qin Li nodded.

"Okay, let's go!"

Daoji respectfully saluted Qin Li again, and then slowly left with the bamboo slips.

After leaving, the heavy rain from the sky fell on Daoji again, and within a few seconds, Daoji was drenched again.

Daoji still looked lonely, but he no longer yelled, but his eyes were full of determination.