The City of Terror Chapter 535: , fantasy? Still real?
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The collection seems to be tens of thousands away, and the poor is ready to cheer!
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"What are you doing!" A small officer dressed in more gorgeous came out and yelled in a language that Wei Xiaobei had not heard.
Of course, this language, although Wei Xiaobei has n’t heard it before, is inexplicably understood.
"I'm waiting for Piccolo, you come to beg for food."
Sakyamuni stepped forward and said truthfully.
"Picchu? Begging for food?"
The little officer glanced contemptuously at the monks, fortunately to let the soldiers pass. Perhaps in his eyes, this group of clothing was not covered, the so-called Picchu, there was no threat.
Entering the city, the monks dispersed, holding wooden bowls, and chose a path to start begging along the way.
The same is true of Sakyamuni, the Venerable Mani.
As for Wei Xiaobei, this body is naturally impossible to escape.
But after all, in Wei Xiaobei's heart, this Shakyamuni is indeed a little different. If nothing else, just begging for food, um, in fact, it is an apocalypse in the future.
In the era of Sakyamuni, it was undoubtedly despised, but as the master of thousands of monks disciple[s], Venerable Mani could no doubt appoint manpower to sit and wait for food in the so-called lonely garden, completely useless Come here in person, but also by the eyes.
Well, when Wei Xiaobei alone knocked on the door of those residents to beg for food, Wei Xiaobei couldn't stand the white eyes he suffered.
This is not simply a question of firmness of will, but an incompatibility.
However, Wei Xiaobei was quite surprised that the wooden bowl in his hand was only the size of a slap. Each household's alms can probably fill half of the wooden bowl, but he was begging for more than ten times. After the household, the wooden bowl was still dissatisfied.
Is this a space treasure?
Think about it. Every monk has such a wooden bowl and thousands of space treasures, which really makes Wei Xiaobei dazzled.
When begging for thirteen households, Wei Xiaobei saw a monk in front of him being endured by the head of the household.
If it is replaced by Wei Xiaobei, people are so scorned, take action has already given the lesson a lesson.
Even Wei Xiaobei saw the golden light on the monk ’s hand slightly, but the golden light faded at the next moment, and the head of the household let it be scolded until the head of the household cursed dryly and closed the door.
The body of Wei Xiaobei approached the monk with a salute at this time: "I have seen Youpo leaving Brother."
"It turned out to be Brother Shalifu."
"I don't know how much Senior Brother has begged for food?" Wei Xiaobei asked again.
"There are already ten households." The grandmother replied.
"I have been begging for thirteen households, which should be enough. We went to find Master and return."
Wei Xiaobei said that his mother nodded and said yes.
The two monks side by side walked, Wei Xiaobei had a hard time looking through the memory.
As the two monks questioned each other, Wei Xiaobei suddenly remembered that Sariputta and Youpo had two names, and they seemed to have some impressions.
Unfortunately, in this illusion, Wei Xiaobei has all the skills and abilities to be shielded. Even if he wants to read the memories of the past, it can only be like ordinary people.
Fortunately, although the ability is blocked, the attributes seem to be still there.
When the two monks found Shakyamuni, Shakyamuni greeted a group of monks to leave, and when they walked out of the city gate, Wei Xiaobei finally remembered.
It turns out that these two names are two of the 10 Shakyamuni disciple[s]!
The Bhikkhus received by Shakyamuni did not know how many, but there are ten of the most powerful in the later generations, which are different. They are the first in their own fields, so these ten disciple[s]s Known as the Top Ten Venerables.
For example, the priest who is next to you is called the first to hold the ring, and the body of Wei Xiaobei is called the first of wisdom!
There is also the Mian Qianlian with the first supernatural power, the rich building with the first saying, the Xu Bodhi with the first emptying and so on.
At this time, Wei Xiaobei understood a little bit. Perhaps the Vajra Prajna Prajna Sutra was compiled by this Sharifu?
Of course, Wei Xiaobei did not dare to be sure about this matter, only some speculation.
After all, it ’s like writing Master ’s words and deeds, I ’m afraid a disciple[s] ca n’t do it.
Returning to the Solitude Garden, the left-behind monks hurried forward to greet and help, pour the begging food into a cauldron, fire and add water to fire, and cook until the pot is turned over, then the monk appointed by the Lord Mani Koga leaves are divided into foods.
According to the rules, the most respected person eats first, so the first bowl of food is delivered to Shakyamuni.
The elderly eat first, and the second bowl of food is given to an old monk with white eyebrows and wrinkles like a ditch.
Afterwards, the food was scooped into the wooden bowls of the monks. Each monk took a wooden bowl, and there was only one wooden bowl at the end, which was the food of the Maha Gaya.
Seeing this, Wei Xiaobei could not help but gently nodded his head. Undoubtedly, this kind of food-sharing system completely eliminated the possibility of pretending to be a public-private person.
If it ’s unfair to scoop the food before, it ’s more or less, then the food in the last wooden bowl will be the least.
Although this is not absolute fairness, it has at least achieved a relatively fair effect.
Anyway, Wei Xiaobei has no love for the food in this wooden bowl.
Begging for food, begging for food, just these two words, you should know what the food from begging looks like.
Although most of the Tianzhu continent is located in the tropics and has rich food sources, it does not mean that everyone is well-dressed.
In the early days of the development of Buddhism, people did n’t know Bhikkhu. The monks who came to beg for food would naturally not get a good impression. Even if they succeeded in begging, the food they got would inevitably be leftovers, which would be mixed together and boiled. Although it has been eliminated, Wei Xiaobei wants to block his nose if possible.
And because of the limitations of the times, most of these foods are half-shelled corn. Well, imagine what it is like to mix the millet and boil it.
Rough cut! hard to swallow!
This is Wei Xiaobei's feeling.
But he could not refuse this feeling at all.
Wei Xiaobei looked around. Among the thousands of monks, there were those with frowning that were hard to swallow, some with frowning who swallowed hard, those with cheeky faces and big mouths that swallowed, and others with plain faces, like banquets, silent Eat the food without interest.
That's what the Sakyamuni Venerable is.
Okay, Wei Xiaobei remembers that this Venerable is a prince. Although the prince at this time is probably equivalent to the son of the tribal chief, it is always the prince, who can treat grass food as a golden food and eat it colorless. This repair is beyond the reach of Wei Xiaobei.
The monks finished their food, and after washing each one, they sat on the open ground with Venerable Mani.
The one-year-old monk got up, confided his right shoulder, his right knee landed, closed his palms, and looked respectfully toward Sakyamuni: "Holy, world lord! If you come to care for the bodhisattvas, give them advice. , A good man and a good woman send Adenuoluo Sanliu San Bodhicitta, why should Yun live? Yun He subdued his heart? "
Sakyamuni said nothing to the old monk, saying, "Good Say! Good Say! Xu Bodhi, as Ru said, if you come to protect the Bodhisattvas, and pay the advice to the Bodhisattvas. Ru Jin listens to this , Should be said for Ru. A good man and a good woman send Amituo Luo Sanli San Bodhi, should live as if to subdue their hearts. "
I heard that Shakyamuni and the old monk answered that Wei Xiaobei knew the identity of the old monk, but it was the top ten disciple[s] under the seat of Shakyamuni. Of sudhiti.
The two answers continued, and Wei Xiaobei was a little sleepy.
For Wei Xiaobei, who has just been in contact with the Buddhist scriptures, it is really difficult to understand immediately like this profound answer.
Of course, if Wei Xiaobei's ability is not blocked, it may be much better.
But now, Wei Xiaobei is an ordinary person who is attached to Sharifu. At most, he understands that Nasu Bodhi is asking the Buddha that the believers in the world wish to become Buddhas, what should they do, how should they be exempted? Fanxin.
And Buddha ’s answer .... Wei Xiaobei did n’t understand it at all, um, literally understood it, but the meaning was really not understood.
Wei Xiaobei thought that maybe a monk came over and could understand, he did n’t seem to have the so-called Huigen.
This answer lasted a lot of time.
At the end, the sleepy Wei Xiaobei heard that Sakyamuni's voice was gradually rising loudly, but there was no harshness.
"Everything works, like a dream bubble, and like a dew, like electricity, should be treated as such."
As this voice fell, headed by Nasu Bodhi, thousands of monks all stood up and put their palms down and bowed their heads, chanting the scriptures in their mouths, that Sakyamuni ’s masterpiece of golden light around the body, dyed the surroundings to golden color, instantly between heaven and earth Counting into golden, countless days girls appeared in the sky, singing and dancing, countless smallpox descended from the sky, a piece of Sanskrit singing resounded from heaven to earth.
Wei Xiaobei even faintly saw the golden light spread to the boundless distance, and spread the voice of the Buddha ’s statement continuously. Anyone who was irradiated by the golden light and heard the voice of the statement got up and his face showed joy. , As if you have gained some benefits.
Even when the golden light penetrated into an unknown space, a human figure filled with countless blood, countless faces, and dexterous hands, fighting with each other, put down their weapons, looked joyful, and looked towards the golden light.
As for Wei Xiaobei, he only feels that his whole body is soaked in the warm hot spring, but his heart is very peaceful, just like being in the mother ’s womb.
In the end, Wei Xiaobei could no longer support him and fell into that lethargic state.
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"Wei Shizhu, Wei Shizhu!"
I only felt that my body was shaking for a while, and Wei Xiaobei slowly woke up, looking a little confused. Looking at the person in front, it seemed that he didn't know him, but he was familiar.
After a long time, Wei Xiaobei finally recovered: "Are you Shi Yanming?"
That Shi Yanming looked bitter: "You finally recognized the poor monk, what's wrong with you? Suddenly you stood up and fell asleep?"
"Ah, so sleepy."
Wei Xiaobei felt his body quickly while coping with Shi Yanming, and he was relieved after a while. (To be continued.)