Chapter 332
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 332
Jian Jian has practiced his fists well since that day, retreated for a few days, and had nothing to do today, took a purple jade flute from the piano room in the space, and played a song for himself in the cave.
Cotton Candy was so happy that she danced in the cave with the simple sound of the flute, filling the cave with colorful clouds.
One person, one cloud, entertaining oneself, very comfortable.
"Okay! Take it away, someone has come to you, probably to ask you to ask for a crime!"
Liu Chuan suddenly reminded Jian Jian, Jian Jian lazily stopped playing the flute, and he had already expected that someone would come to the door.
"Chuan, since you came to the Diling Kingdom, you have become more active! The news is also well-informed."
Liu Chuan said indifferently:
"It's summer here, and it's the time when the flowers, plants and trees are the most lush, so I can naturally get news about my surroundings through them."
Simply nodding, this is the supernatural power of plants becoming spirits.
"Let's welcome all the eminent monks."
Qingyong and his party have come to the lotus lake, looked at the lake covered by white clouds, and proclaimed a Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, Yunzhongji Qingyong came to visit Senior Da Neng."
As the other party's voice fell, Cotton Candy took back all the clouds and mist on the lake.
The entire lake was exposed, and what was displayed in front of everyone was a picture-like scenery.
The lotus leaves in the sky are full of green luster, and the lotus flowers are fluttering in the wind. The dewdrops on the petals and lotus leaves reflect the luster of the sun, making the dewdrops emit golden light. There is a green mountain in the center of the lake. Under a pine tree, stood a woman.
"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar! Please!"
The simple words echoed in everyone's ears, and the monks of Yunzhong Temple said "Excuse me!" and climbed up the simple moving mountain one by one.
The two sides first looked at each other when they met.
Qingyong is dressed in standard Buddhist attire, with a monk's robe, cassock, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
The simplicity in Qingyong's eyes is bright and soft, with an elegant smile, a slender figure, and a white robe with dark patterns, which sets off the other party's temperament.
The cassock on Jian Jian’s body is very ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one can find that the dark lines on the clothes are complicated, arranged according to certain rules, implying power, the ruby hairpin in the bun, and the ruby earrings on the earlobe are not Everything.
Qingyong had a rough judgment on this great power in his heart.
"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Qingyong, I don't know how to call him senior?"
"My surname is Shan."
"Senior Single."
"Master Qingyong, please sit down. I don't know if you are here, but I just prepared some tea, please!"
"It was me who took the liberty."
"All the eminent monks are here, is there something wrong?"
Simplicity has always been straight to the point, and doesn't like to play tricks.
"Amitabha, I don't know where the senior came from?"
After listening to Qingyong's question, he simply replied with a classic sentence:
"Come from nowhere!"
Qingyong was stunned for a moment, then asked:
"Senior, do you want to live in the Diling Kingdom for a long time?"
"No, this place is not suitable for me to cultivate. When it comes to karma, I will leave naturally. I tell you Buddhas, don't worry!"
He simply answered the other party's words, picked up the white jade teacup, and took a sip of tea.
Qing Yong didn't touch the tea in the cup, looked down for a moment, then looked at Jian Jian again, and finally asked:
"Senior, when the demon locking tower is broken, you have the ability to stop the most dangerous demons, why?"
With a simple smile, he interrupted the other party:
"Why don't you stop the other monsters?"
"Amitabha, please forgive me for being rude."
"Hehe, since you know it's impolite, don't ask. You Buddha disciples didn't even ask. Why are you asking?"
"Yes, the monk is arrogant."
Qingyong was not angry when he was simply accused, and still replied politely.
Simply looking at Buddha Xiu in front of him, put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Qingyong with a smile and said:
"The limit of the demon lock tower has been reached, and what Ampere did was just the last straw that broke the camel's back."
Qingyong's expression finally changed, and he proclaimed a Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, please be careful with your words, senior!"
"What? I can't hear the truth, isn't the Demon Locking Tower on your body right now?"
The few distracted Buddha cultivators behind Qingyong frowned and moved slowly, while Qingyong stopped the fellow disciples behind him.
"Senior, this Demon Locking Pagoda is my Buddhist guard, so I will naturally do my duty, so you don't need to worry about it."
"Hehe! Master Qingyong, you are really contradictory. Since the demon lock tower is your Buddhist guard, shouldn't you capture the escaped demons? How dare you accuse me of not stopping all the demons!"
In a simple sentence, Qingyong immediately realized that this was Senior Shan's reply to him implying that the other party did not take action to stop the fleeing monster.
"Amitabha, it was Qingyong who uttered wild words."
"Do you still need me to clarify?"
"Amitabha, senior is merciful, but is he too lenient to demons?"
"No, no, I'm not a benevolent person, but I can't say that I am generous, but the Buddhists are all compassionate and pay attention to the equality of all beings."
Having said that, Jian is a bit lacking in interest. After all, he cultivates different ways, and some things cannot be explained. What's more, Buddhism is dominant here, and it seems to reject other cultivation systems.
"Master Qingyong, the way I cultivate is different from yours, so my views on problems are naturally different."
Qingyong sat down at this time, took a sip of tea, and said:
"Appreciate further details!"
Jian Jian suddenly felt his teeth sour. This was because he had to tell himself clearly. Liu Chuan was a little gloating. This woman would also have a day of punching cotton.
He simply coughed lightly, and then said:
"Then let me tell you a story for the masters!"
"A long time ago, a monk led his disciples into the world to practice penance. They traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and saw all the sufferings of the world. On this day, the two of them went to a desert. Only through the desert can they return to themselves. The end of this penance practice. The monks and disciples walked into the desert without hesitation, but they walked for ten days without leaving the desert, and the water they brought was exhausted.”
All the monks were attracted by the simple story, waiting for the next one.
"They didn't give up. They dragged their tired bodies and continued to move forward. Finally, in the wind and sand, they saw a family. They dragged each other and walked over to ask this family for a sip of life-saving water."
"But the owner's family is also very embarrassed, because the water storage in their house has bottomed out, and there is only one bowl of water."
Having said this, he briefly stopped, and then asked Qingyong with a smile:
"Master Qingyong, who do you think this bowl of water should be given to?"
"Amitabha, as a Buddhist cultivator, naturally you can't embarrass the master. They should leave the water for the master."
"I think monks should drink it, because without this bowl of water, monks will go to see the Buddha."
"This?"
Simple goes on to say:
"No, this bowl of water should be reserved for the owner's family, because this is the last remaining water. Without this bowl of water, they will not be able to bring new water, so they will die of thirst!"
The fellow disciples behind Qingyong all said that what Jian Jian said was reasonable, but Jian Jian said:
"I think it should be given to the monks. After all, they are two people, and the master's family is one person. It is better for two people to live than one person!"
At this time, Qingyong did not answer Jian Jian anymore, but fell into deep thought, Jian Jian glanced at the other party, and said:
"It's better to leave this bowl of water to the host's family, because no one can guarantee that the bowl of water will allow the two monks to persist until they leave the desert and reach the end."
"Amitabha, there is no need to talk about Senior Shan."
(End of this chapter)
Jian Jian has practiced his fists well since that day, retreated for a few days, and had nothing to do today, took a purple jade flute from the piano room in the space, and played a song for himself in the cave.
Cotton Candy was so happy that she danced in the cave with the simple sound of the flute, filling the cave with colorful clouds.
One person, one cloud, entertaining oneself, very comfortable.
"Okay! Take it away, someone has come to you, probably to ask you to ask for a crime!"
Liu Chuan suddenly reminded Jian Jian, Jian Jian lazily stopped playing the flute, and he had already expected that someone would come to the door.
"Chuan, since you came to the Diling Kingdom, you have become more active! The news is also well-informed."
Liu Chuan said indifferently:
"It's summer here, and it's the time when the flowers, plants and trees are the most lush, so I can naturally get news about my surroundings through them."
Simply nodding, this is the supernatural power of plants becoming spirits.
"Let's welcome all the eminent monks."
Qingyong and his party have come to the lotus lake, looked at the lake covered by white clouds, and proclaimed a Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, Yunzhongji Qingyong came to visit Senior Da Neng."
As the other party's voice fell, Cotton Candy took back all the clouds and mist on the lake.
The entire lake was exposed, and what was displayed in front of everyone was a picture-like scenery.
The lotus leaves in the sky are full of green luster, and the lotus flowers are fluttering in the wind. The dewdrops on the petals and lotus leaves reflect the luster of the sun, making the dewdrops emit golden light. There is a green mountain in the center of the lake. Under a pine tree, stood a woman.
"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar! Please!"
The simple words echoed in everyone's ears, and the monks of Yunzhong Temple said "Excuse me!" and climbed up the simple moving mountain one by one.
The two sides first looked at each other when they met.
Qingyong is dressed in standard Buddhist attire, with a monk's robe, cassock, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
The simplicity in Qingyong's eyes is bright and soft, with an elegant smile, a slender figure, and a white robe with dark patterns, which sets off the other party's temperament.
The cassock on Jian Jian’s body is very ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one can find that the dark lines on the clothes are complicated, arranged according to certain rules, implying power, the ruby hairpin in the bun, and the ruby earrings on the earlobe are not Everything.
Qingyong had a rough judgment on this great power in his heart.
"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Qingyong, I don't know how to call him senior?"
"My surname is Shan."
"Senior Single."
"Master Qingyong, please sit down. I don't know if you are here, but I just prepared some tea, please!"
"It was me who took the liberty."
"All the eminent monks are here, is there something wrong?"
Simplicity has always been straight to the point, and doesn't like to play tricks.
"Amitabha, I don't know where the senior came from?"
After listening to Qingyong's question, he simply replied with a classic sentence:
"Come from nowhere!"
Qingyong was stunned for a moment, then asked:
"Senior, do you want to live in the Diling Kingdom for a long time?"
"No, this place is not suitable for me to cultivate. When it comes to karma, I will leave naturally. I tell you Buddhas, don't worry!"
He simply answered the other party's words, picked up the white jade teacup, and took a sip of tea.
Qing Yong didn't touch the tea in the cup, looked down for a moment, then looked at Jian Jian again, and finally asked:
"Senior, when the demon locking tower is broken, you have the ability to stop the most dangerous demons, why?"
With a simple smile, he interrupted the other party:
"Why don't you stop the other monsters?"
"Amitabha, please forgive me for being rude."
"Hehe, since you know it's impolite, don't ask. You Buddha disciples didn't even ask. Why are you asking?"
"Yes, the monk is arrogant."
Qingyong was not angry when he was simply accused, and still replied politely.
Simply looking at Buddha Xiu in front of him, put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Qingyong with a smile and said:
"The limit of the demon lock tower has been reached, and what Ampere did was just the last straw that broke the camel's back."
Qingyong's expression finally changed, and he proclaimed a Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, please be careful with your words, senior!"
"What? I can't hear the truth, isn't the Demon Locking Tower on your body right now?"
The few distracted Buddha cultivators behind Qingyong frowned and moved slowly, while Qingyong stopped the fellow disciples behind him.
"Senior, this Demon Locking Pagoda is my Buddhist guard, so I will naturally do my duty, so you don't need to worry about it."
"Hehe! Master Qingyong, you are really contradictory. Since the demon lock tower is your Buddhist guard, shouldn't you capture the escaped demons? How dare you accuse me of not stopping all the demons!"
In a simple sentence, Qingyong immediately realized that this was Senior Shan's reply to him implying that the other party did not take action to stop the fleeing monster.
"Amitabha, it was Qingyong who uttered wild words."
"Do you still need me to clarify?"
"Amitabha, senior is merciful, but is he too lenient to demons?"
"No, no, I'm not a benevolent person, but I can't say that I am generous, but the Buddhists are all compassionate and pay attention to the equality of all beings."
Having said that, Jian is a bit lacking in interest. After all, he cultivates different ways, and some things cannot be explained. What's more, Buddhism is dominant here, and it seems to reject other cultivation systems.
"Master Qingyong, the way I cultivate is different from yours, so my views on problems are naturally different."
Qingyong sat down at this time, took a sip of tea, and said:
"Appreciate further details!"
Jian Jian suddenly felt his teeth sour. This was because he had to tell himself clearly. Liu Chuan was a little gloating. This woman would also have a day of punching cotton.
He simply coughed lightly, and then said:
"Then let me tell you a story for the masters!"
"A long time ago, a monk led his disciples into the world to practice penance. They traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and saw all the sufferings of the world. On this day, the two of them went to a desert. Only through the desert can they return to themselves. The end of this penance practice. The monks and disciples walked into the desert without hesitation, but they walked for ten days without leaving the desert, and the water they brought was exhausted.”
All the monks were attracted by the simple story, waiting for the next one.
"They didn't give up. They dragged their tired bodies and continued to move forward. Finally, in the wind and sand, they saw a family. They dragged each other and walked over to ask this family for a sip of life-saving water."
"But the owner's family is also very embarrassed, because the water storage in their house has bottomed out, and there is only one bowl of water."
Having said this, he briefly stopped, and then asked Qingyong with a smile:
"Master Qingyong, who do you think this bowl of water should be given to?"
"Amitabha, as a Buddhist cultivator, naturally you can't embarrass the master. They should leave the water for the master."
"I think monks should drink it, because without this bowl of water, monks will go to see the Buddha."
"This?"
Simple goes on to say:
"No, this bowl of water should be reserved for the owner's family, because this is the last remaining water. Without this bowl of water, they will not be able to bring new water, so they will die of thirst!"
The fellow disciples behind Qingyong all said that what Jian Jian said was reasonable, but Jian Jian said:
"I think it should be given to the monks. After all, they are two people, and the master's family is one person. It is better for two people to live than one person!"
At this time, Qingyong did not answer Jian Jian anymore, but fell into deep thought, Jian Jian glanced at the other party, and said:
"It's better to leave this bowl of water to the host's family, because no one can guarantee that the bowl of water will allow the two monks to persist until they leave the desert and reach the end."
"Amitabha, there is no need to talk about Senior Shan."
(End of this chapter)
