Chapter 4 Ye Xiang’s Journey (Part 2)

Wutai is my family, and everyone loves her. If you don’t have money, hahahahaha.——Ye Xiangseng’s thoughts of visiting Wutai

"Student, except for Baiyun Temple, no tickets are charged, all other temples must be collected. Together, they will have to be charged 150 yuan, right?...150 yuan? That is the discount price. In the current peak season, there is no one who can take it down, so you can't get it!" Several black tour guides around Ye Xiangseng kept persuading him. In the eyes of these people, they were alone and looked like a junior high school student, and it was obvious that they were a piece of fragrant fat.

"Follow me, I'll take you in. The tickets to enter the mountain are 50% off. All the other tickets are given! How much do I charge? I can't charge more, just this number." A black tour guide stretched out his thumb and middle finger in front of Ye Xiangseng, and the division was very wide, just like two big claws of a crab.

Ye Xiang glanced at these ordinary people with an expressionless face and suddenly smiled slightly.

At this time, he had already abandoned the mask on his face, and his handsome and childish face suddenly smiled, just like the cleanest and most tender and beautiful little yellow flower bud on the hillside of the quiet valley suddenly bloomed, and the beautiful light shone everywhere, which immediately disturbed the minds of the black tour guides and left everyone in place.

When these people woke up, there was no trace of Ye Xiangseng in the field.

Taking off the hat on his head, Ye Xiangseng touched the 116-diagonal banknotes in the interlayer of the hat and smiled. Although he had encountered many risks in the past few decades of life, he was always beaten to death by the boring, fierce and evil general trend, but he still maintained the style of a Bodhisattva and only practiced in various temples. It is very rare to make such a fool like today.

Escape tickets? Maybe Yi Tianxing can do it. It seems that he has also been infected by this kid a lot.

He touched his nose and walked up the mountain. The black tour guides outside the mountain gate behind him gathered together and talked a lot.

When he entered the mountain gate, a green color came into his eyes, closing his sense of smell, and stopping the vulgar taste of the mountain. Ye Xiangseng suddenly felt that the scenery of Wutai Mountain was clean. He replied with a touch of his familiar and love-like spirit. He couldn't help but be filled with joy, and his steps accelerated, walked along the stone steps, and entered the temple.

Although he escaped tickets and sneaked into the temple to visit, it did not take him much time because these temples are familiar, and the Bodhisattvas and Arhats offered in it would not make Ye Xiang qualified to worship him. However, when he saw the treasure statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in the side hall, Ye Xiang was slightly stunned and bowed to him.

Mount Wutai is the Manjushri Temple, so the main halls of each temple often offer treasure statues of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Naturally, Ye Xiangseng would not worship himself, so he did not enter the main hall. However, this method fell into the eyes of some people who were interested, which made him feel strange.

At this time, he had taken off his hat and showed his bald head. Everyone knew that he was a monk. Originally, the monks in Wutai Mountain thought he was a monk and didn't care much, but he didn't even worship Manjushu in the main hall, but he left some thoughts on him.

Going to a quiet valley in Wutai Mountain and entering from the south, somehow there are fewer people gradually. The valley is cool, and occasionally the mountain wind blows, causing a line of grass and branches to rustle in the sky above your head. It's so quiet.

Ye Xiangseng exclaimed: "What a cool place."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dilapidated temple came into his eyes. He saw the red walls of the temple, with a broken gray wall next to it. The main hall was very small, and the black and gray tiles on the hall were covered with dark blue wet moss. I don’t know how many years no one has come to repair it, and it looks very desolate.

But before the main hall, there was a sign with three vague words written: "Qingliang Temple."

"This place looks familiar, but it seems like it has been here many years ago." Ye Xiangseng frowned slightly. But the memories of the decades before Manjushri were mixed together, which made him a little confused. He just felt that Qingliang Temple outside Qingliang Valley should have a story with him. Then he slapped his forehead and laughed foolishly: "In that novel called "The Deer and the Cauldron", didn't Wei Xiaobao enter Qingliang Temple? Ye Xiang, you remember it again."

After working as a low-level book wholesaler in a small bookstore in the provincial capital for several years, the idle books Ye Xiangseng read gradually caught up with Yi Tianxing's level.

However, Qingliang Temple can leave a deep impression on Ye Xiang, which is naturally not as simple as mentioned in the martial arts novels.

There is a large stone in front of the temple, mixed with black and green, very ordinary, but it is very abruptly placed in the courtyard. I don’t know how the huge square stone was transported into the temple and why it has been placed here all the time.

Ye Xiangseng's eyes swept across the huge rock, his heart was slightly stunned, and he said, "Why is this stone so familiar?"

Without thinking too much, he stepped lightly and rushed up the air. Shi Shi stepped on the air and climbed onto a huge rock. His feet fell on the stone surface. Looking up, he saw that Qingliang Temple was dilapidated and weeds were growing in the corners of the courtyard.

"Namo I Buddha, in that novel, some good men and women should come to worship him."

He was smiling and thinking, but a thunderous sound came from outside the temple: "Wishan monk, why did he step on my five gems? He was so arrogant!"

While speaking, a group of monks came into the outside of Qingliang Temple. The monks were oily and powdery, with wide waists and fat bodies. They saw that they had a little overnutrition on weekdays. They rushed over with curses and rushed to the black bluestone, surrounding Ye Xiangshou.

Ye Xiangseng was stunned and bowed, "Senior brothers are polite, I wonder what offense is the little monk?"

"Where are you stepping on? A monk with no eyes." A fat monk sneered and scolded: "This stone is my treasure of Wutai Mountain. According to legend, it was the dragon stone that Manjushri Bodhisattva personally went to the Dragon Palace to ask for a dragon stone to rest. You dare to step on it, and you are not afraid of losing your longevity."

Ye Xiang monk smiled slightly, and all the past events came to his heart, and he remembered the origin of the stone clearly. When Wutai Mountain was called Wufeng Mountain, Manjushri Bodhisattva traveled here when he was a boy. He preached among all living beings that because he was worried that the weather in Wufeng Mountain was hot, he personally borrowed a dragon stone from the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. When he borrowed the stone, he had some unhappiness with the Dragon King's family. Finally, he caught a few little dragons and locked them in the cool valley. He didn't release them until a long time later. Ye Xiang thought that the square stone under his feet was actually snatched from the East China Sea, and he couldn't help but think of the person in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, whose face was a childish face, Zhan Qingguang, and laughed: "It seems that the fate with the Great Sage is really great."

The fat monks surrounding him below looked at the beautiful monk in the outer mountain who didn't answer his questions. He couldn't help but be angry and angry, cursing: "Are you deaf?"

Ye Xiangseng asked with compassion, "If you step on this stone, you will step on it. Manjushri Bodhisattva was worried that his disciples would not be able to compete with the heat, so he borrowed this stone from the East China Sea. The elder brothers' words together are bound to go against the original intention of the Bodhisattva."

The fat monk cursed, "You don't even look at your face. This stone is the sacred place where Manjushri Bodhisattva sits on a stone and preaches. How can you trample on it at will?"

Ye Xiangseng raised his eyebrows, and after a while of silence, he sighed slowly: "If you step on it, then you step on it, so what?"

"Well..." The fat monk frowned a little. He seemed to be thinking about something complicated. After a long time, Gulu said: "You can destroy the protection of cultural relics and get a fine."

"How much punishment?" Ye Xiangseng still had no expression.

"two thousand."

Ye Xiangseng smiled bitterly. Fortunately, he didn't have the urge to cry. He stomped his feet, as if he wanted to step down the moss on the stone. He slowly climbed down from the stone. He patted the wet mud in his hand and bowed to the fat monks beside him. He said gently: "Senior brothers are really lions."

The leading fat monk was a little black and shiny, dressed like Lu Zhishen. He patted his shoulder and said gigglingly: "My junior brother came out to visit and there are always temples to report accounts, so why are you afraid? When it comes to lions talking..." He turned his head and looked at the high mountain peak where the statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a lion shining in the sun. There was a hint of pride on his face: "...You must know that in Wutai Mountain, we have the most powerful lion in the world. How can we not open our mouths? "

Ye Xiangseng was so amused that he was amused and ready to leave with a wave of his hand.

The monks showed their fierce faces to stop him. Originally, these monks followed him from the temple at the foot of the mountain. Seeing that he was alone, young, and dressed well, they were quite luxurious, so they had some ideas. At this time, they saw that they could extort a lot of money, so how could they let go easily?

"The Dragon King thought that Manjushri Bodhisattva could not take this stone, so he asked him to take it away. If you make money with it, why did the Bodhisattva keep this stone here?" Ye Xiangseng was still patiently teaching.

But who can stand by his own way to listen to his teachings?

"You monk, you are all talking about the Bodhisattva. If you have the ability, you can turn the stone away and take it away." The fat monk sneered and forced him up.

Ye Xiangseng Xueyi Tianxing shrugged and spread his hands...

A clear light flashed, and a faint fragrance filled the temple. When the monks rubbed their eyes, they found that the temple was so... the boss's stone was completely gone!

Ye Xiangseng spread his palms, and a small stone lies quietly in his palm like white jade.

He sighed, waved his hand, and a Buddha breath blew over. The fat monks showed an ignorant smile on their faces. They couldn't help but folded their hands, and squatted to the corner of the wall and began to slump their fat butts and draw circles.

After going to the middle stage and entering the performance classroom, I first walked through the side hall and saw that there was a small room offering Amitabha Buddha. The Guanyin Bodhisattva next to me held the bottle and was thinking. The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta on the other side looked soft and beautiful, with a faint blue eye and a treasure bottle on the top. There was no trace of harshness at all, and I felt the power.

Ye Xiangseng stared at the treasure statue of Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He gently brushed his sleeves and headed to the main hall, asking himself in his heart: "Aren't you here yet?"

You're not here yet?

It turned out that this compassionate monk had the idea of ​​sacrificing himself for feeding eagles this time. Knowing that Yi Tianxing suffered from suffering in heaven, Ye Xiang naturally hoped to divide the power of the Pure Land. If he could tempt the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, who was the least famous in the Pure Land but the most terrifying power, the pressure of Yi Tianxing would naturally be much smaller.

If you want to lure the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta to give up the boy to come to the world, besides him, Manjushri Bodhisattva, which other goal can have such an attractiveness?

That's why he left the provincial capital, left the old monkey's domineering protection, and came to Mount Wutai alone, letting go of his mind and not hiding his magical powers. He hoped that this news could be spread to the heaven as soon as possible and that guy would come down.

Although he was Manjushri Bodhisattva, he had just woken up and his supernatural powers were not fully restored. Even if he recovered completely, the left Qinglian's right sword, wisdom and power were added together, and he was afraid he was not the opponent of the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta who moved the six movements of heaven and earth.

A mortal said it well, it is not that the level of a high level is good, fighting is powerful - religious understanding is not that pk upgrades - if the more you understand, the more you fight, then there will be no such thing as Hawking being abused by his wife in the world today.

In the main hall, the statue of the child Manjushri was set in the middle. Ye Xiangsengmi looked at it carefully, and her heart was quiet, as if she had already been ready to welcome the arrival of another ending. After all, after being knocked down from Mount Sumeru, he had been killed countless times by the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta. This boring behavior again and again was indeed difficult to arouse too much emotion from him.

If you transcend birth and escape from death and attain the great Bodhisattva's fruit, you will be quite easy to escape from the emotions in the human world.

He touched his cheeks carefully, frowned slightly at the treasure statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva, thinking that this craftsman didn't know who he was, how could he turn his beautiful little face into a fat boy's face - the boy Manjushri, after all, it was not the foolish Xiao Yizhu.

The sun is at its peak, and Mount Wutai is shrouded in the golden sunshine, making it look holy.

Ye Xiangseng took a cushion and sat on the long threshold outside the performance classroom, supporting his jaw, waiting for something.

Behind him, the treasure statue of the child Manjushri Bodhisattva in the main hall gradually changed somewhat indescribable. The black bun showed a pure black jade color, and a faint light appeared in his face. Gradually, the clear light became more and more prosperous, swaying on the face of the treasure statue, as if he was about to live.

Qingguang's masterpiece spread out from the treasure statue, wrapping up all the Ye Xiangseng on the threshold in front of the hall.

The afterglow floated straight up to the nine heavens, then hang down, mixing with the sunshine that shrouded the four fields, and mixing with golden and blue, making it look extremely beautiful.

The bells at the corners of the eaves sounded lightly, and the sounds of Buddhist verses in the temple.

The leaves support the jaw and smile, and the Bodhisattva treasure looks like a smile.

In the clear light, I don’t know which Bodhisattva is true and which Bodhisattva is false.
Chapter completed!