My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 352

  Chapter 352 Conversation with the master, the method to save the second lady

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  The rapid bells echoed throughout the Reclining Foshan.

  The pilgrims and tourists in the temple were in a hurry, ran out of the temples on the mountain and on the mountainside, and went down the mountain in a hurry and dazedly.

  The monks in the temple and the elders of the various courtyards came out in a hurry.

  Even those monks who were in retreat went out immediately, ready to meet the enemy.

  But soon, those murderous monks returned with blank faces, not knowing what happened.

  The ten elders of Jinchan Temple all appeared in the meditation room in the reception room, and they were all asking what happened.

   Several elders were older than Abbot Ning Yuan. Seeing that there was no foreign enemy invading, but the bell was still ringing, they couldn't help questioning Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan took out the half of the scriptures and passed them on to the ten elders. Fang said: "Only with this method, can Master Wukong come out. Only when Master Wukong comes out, can this scripture be complete. This is The luck of my Jinchan Temple is also the luck of my Buddhism."

   "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships..."

  A skinny old monk took the rice paper, lowered his head to read a few words, suddenly his whole body was shocked, and said in shock: "Could this be the Buddhist treasure "Prajna Heart Sutra" that has long been lost in ancient times?"

Another old monk who had just finished reading put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Amitabha, there is only one sentence that has been handed down from the beginning. I thought I would never see you again in this life, but I didn't expect to see it today. Fortunately, fortunately! Ning Yuan, this article The scriptures and the young scholar, as well as today's events, must not be passed on to outsiders."

  Ning Yuan bowed his head and said, "Disciple, remember."

  Several old monks passed it on to each other, couldn't put it down, read it again and again, as if they couldn't get enough.

   "What about the boy? Let him write the next chapter quickly?"

  An old monk with big ears scratched his ear and cheek impatiently.

   Ning Yuan bowed his head and said: "Master, don't worry, Huiming has already gone to invite that young master. However, we may not be able to meet the conditions given by that young master."

  The old monk with big ears immediately said: "I will go to the back mountain and use a lion's roar to call for Master Wukong!"

  Another old monk immediately said: "No, wait a little longer."

   Temple front yard.

  Huiming is returning with Luo Qingzhou and his party.

  The courtyard was full of monks, some with clasped hands and benevolent eyes, some with sticks and menacing, all talking in low voices, not knowing what happened.

At this time, seeing that Huiming had brought back a group of pilgrims, a middle-aged monk with a vicious appearance who was carrying a stick stopped him immediately and said harshly: "Junior Brother Huiming, why are you still bringing pilgrims up? Didn't you hear?"

  Seeing him blocking the way, Huiming quickly pushed him and said anxiously: "Brother Huiwu, get out of the way quickly, don't scare the distinguished guests, this is the abbot's order."

  As soon as these words came out, all the monks around were shocked.

  The monk named Huiwu changed his face even more, and hurriedly stepped aside and said, "The abbot has left the customs?"

  Huiming didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he quickly turned his head and apologized: "Don't blame Mr. Luo, please hurry up, the abbot and ten elders are waiting in the reception room."

  As soon as these words came out, the monks were even more surprised, and they all looked at the group of people curiously and doubtfully.

  The abbot came out, and even the ten great elders came out?

  Hui Wu didn't hear it, and quickly took a few steps back, and immediately put the stick on the shoulder on the ground.

  Huiming led a group of people into the courtyard gate,

  Walk through the corridors of several Buddhist temples and walk to the backyard.

  Just turning into a round gate, a young sweeping monk suddenly asked: "Master Luo, Master often says that there are three realms in life, sir, do you know which three realms it is?"

  Hui Ming immediately shouted: "Back off!"

  The young monk, still holding the broom, stood there with deep and vicissitudes of eyes.

   Huiming suddenly found that he was walking forward, but the scenery in front of him and the surrounding scenery were all motionless.

  He seemed to be standing still.

   Luo Qingzhou and everyone in the Qin family who followed behind felt the same way.

   At this moment, the cicadas suddenly stopped, and the sun suddenly disappeared.

  The wind is silent, and the flowers no longer shake.

  Luo Qingzhou focused his eyes, and immediately replied: "If you look at mountains, they are mountains, and when you look at water, they are water; if you look at mountains, they are not mountains, and when you look at water, they are not water;

  The young monk clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said, "Amitabha, how does the young master view fame and fortune, power and **** in this world?"

  Luo Qingzhou replied: "The heart has no birth and cause. Everything is dharma, like a dream bubble. Like dew, like electricity..."

   Huiming stared at him with bated breath.

  At this time, in the meditation room of the guest room, Abbot Ning Yuan and the ten elders were standing there with their palms folded and their heads lowered.

  The entire Zen room was completely silent.

  On a futon on the ground, a boy who was only one meter tall was sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, and the Buddha's light was shining all over his body.

  From inside his body, there is a conversation outside.

  When Luo Qingzhou recited the sentence "The heart has no birth, cause and environment, everything is dharma, like a dream and bubble. Like dew and like electricity", the Buddha's light on the boy's body is even stronger.

   Ning Yuan and the ten elders all held their breath, these words echoed in their minds, with different expressions.

  The young monk asked again: "Since you have this enlightenment, what are you clinging to?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I am not a saint, I have my own attachments."

  The young monk asked again: "What is a saint?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "A sage must understand the principles of heaven and earth, and must be able to spread grace to educate the public."

  The young monk said: "Is Buddha a saint?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "A Buddha is a Buddha, and a man is a man."

  The young monk said: "What is a Buddha?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "The one who is enlightened. Once he can realize himself, he can also perceive him; the enlightenment is perfect, so it is called Buddha."

   "What is an enlightened being?"

  "All wise people who truly fully realize the truth of the universe and life, that is, understand the truth of all dharmas."

   "Then what is a human being?"

   "There is no rest in life, and there is no end to thinking."

  The young monk paused for a moment, and then said: "The young master, do you want to become a Buddha immediately, or do you want to become a saint through practice?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "The boy is stupid, he can't give up the emotions and desires of mortals, and he would rather be a mortal."

  The young monk suddenly smiled: "Good! Good!"

   Immediately freeze in place.

   After a while, he looked bewildered.

  Hui Ming woke up startled, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Luo, please!"

   At this time, the surrounding scenery has been restored to its original state.

  Cicadas sing and the wind blows by.

  The sun is shining and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

  Luo Qingzhou walked around like in a dream, and followed Huiming to the reception room.

  Hui Ming respectfully said at the door: "Abbot, elders, Mr. Luo is here."

  An old voice came from inside: "Come in."

   Huiming quickly opened the door.

  Luo Qingzhou supported Second Miss Qin, led Miss Qin and Bai Ling, and walked in.

  Song Ruyue originally wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Qin Wenzheng who stared at him.

  I just listened to the conversation for a long time, and didn't understand a single sentence, but the kid seemed very powerful, and he actually had a fluent conversation with the monk. It was quite enjoyable to listen to, and she really wanted to listen to it again.

   "Squeak..."

  The door closes gently.

  The room was dark, with only a few futons on the ground.

  By the wall, sat a boy in green clothes. The abbot and others were no longer there.

  When Luo Qingzhou was wondering, an old and distant voice suddenly came from the boy's mouth: "Mr. Luo, if you can abandon the world of mortals and enter my Buddhist gate, you will ascend to become a Buddha, immortal, and save all living beings."

  Bai Ling immediately stood up and said angrily: "If you want my uncle to become a monk, pass me first! If you have the ability, you can persuade me to become a nun first!"

  The boy opened his eyes, looked at her, and said in a gentle voice, "If you are willing to become a Buddha, the flowers in the world will flourish."

  Bai Ling said with a blank face: "Uncle, what does he mean?"

Luo Qingzhou whispered: "He said that you often spoil flowers. As long as you become a nun, no one will waste flowers anymore, and the flowers in the world will bloom more and more lushly. In short, he said You are a flower picker."

   Bailing suddenly lost his nose in anger.

  Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er, walked over, looked at the boy and said, "Senior, is Master Wukong? If you can save my fiancée, I am willing to write down the Heart Sutra, and at the same time eat fast and pray to Buddha for three years."

  Second Miss Qin, who was in her arms, turned to look at him.

  The boy said in a vicissitudes of life: "I'm afraid I will disappoint Mr. Luo. I am not a Buddha. How can I bring people back to life. Your wife has run out of oil, her body and soul are withered, and the poor monk is powerless."

  When Luo Qingzhou heard the words, the many hopes he held in his heart suddenly sank and turned into nothing.

  The boy said again: "Although the poor monk is powerless, there is a way to save him. However, if we want to do it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

  As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said: "Master, please speak!"

The boy said: "The body and spirit need to be rescued separately. A strong martial arts practitioner and a strong soul cultivator are needed to re-drag the acupoints for her body and spirit, inject vitality into them, and slowly nourish them. This process requires Step by step, bit by bit, because her body and soul are too weak, she can only be nourished and awakened slowly, and cannot be rushed. The shortest is two years, and the longest is more than ten years, maybe it can be cured."

  Luo Qingzhou's heart sank, and he said: "But her current body is probably..."

The boy stretched out his palm, and a golden seed-like thing flew out of his palm, and flew in front of him, saying: "This is my Buddha's most treasured Buddha light relic, put it in a sachet, hang it on the head of the bed, or I have it with me. The poor monk still has a medicine list here. I don't know if the medicines on it are still there. If Mr. Luo can find it, let her take it three times a month. With the nourishment of this Buddha light relic, maybe she can A few more years."

   As he spoke, a medicine list flew out of his palm.

  Luo Qingzhou hastily accepted and thanked him.

The boy said again: "The medicinal materials are written on the front, and the method of curing spells is written on the back. Mr. Luo, what the poor monk said is difficult. It's not that the medicinal materials and the method of treatment are difficult, but that it is necessary to find a strong martial arts practitioner and a strong soul cultivator." Those who practice martial arts are very difficult. Those who practice martial arts must at least be close to the realm of the Martial God, while those who cultivate the soul must be in the realm of the Yang God. Only in this way will it be effective."

   "War God? Sun God?"

  Luo Qingzhou frowned and said, "Master, is there such a master in this world?"

The boy was silent for a while, and said: "Of course there are, but... it is hard to find, and it is even more difficult to get them to help. This kind of life-changing treatment will increase the difficulty of their thunder disaster and bottleneck. For those of that level For experts, the difficulty of the first line may be fatal."

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the Buddha's light relic and the medicine list in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

  The boy closed his eyes, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Young Master Luo, you don't need to keep the remaining half of the Heart Sutra. After all, the poor monk didn't help much."

  Luo Qingzhou's heart was heavy. Seeing that he had closed his eyes and was speechless, he bowed his head again to thank him, helped Second Miss Qin, and walked towards the door.

  The boy suddenly opened his eyes again, and said, "Young Master Luo, you actually have hope."

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked at him.

  The boy didn't speak any more, and closed his eyes again.

  Miss Qin looked at him.

  In the courtyard outside the house, Abbot Ning Yuan and Master Mo Ming were quietly waiting for him.

  (end of this chapter)

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