Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 217: Famous Mountain Tibetan Buddha
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Rong Donglin feels that the air in Lin's family has been fresher in the past two days, and there seems to be a faint fragrance in his breath, his mind is clear, and the translation progress has been much faster.
Dad Lin feels more intuitive, but only a few days later, he can feel the aura molecules cruising around, the willow trees by the lake have benefited from the wood aura, and the young yellow leaves grow in a few days. It grows to three inches long, and the branches hang down to the surface of the lake.
Lin Luoran wanted to see the part that Rong Donglin had already translated, but the stone in her heart that could never fall to the ground still told her to restrain her urgency.
One thing, before she goes out to find the whereabouts of the soul-raising tree, she has to solve it first.
Lin Luoran discussed with Lin Ma about going out for two days. The Madam Lin, who had just started Wu Qin Xi, made a good gesture, and ordered her to come back quickly, but she didn't nag.
After Lin Luoran left the house, Dad Lin found out that his daughter was missing. He was about to ask a few more questions. Watching Ma Lin staring at the TV, Dad Lin took a look. The one from Rongcheng 2 Station was very simple. The anchor is reporting on the recent incident of poisonous snake wounding in the urban area.
"I heard that more than a hundred people have been attacked. The hospital is still in a coma when trying to rescue them. Those who have not had time to be sent to the hospital are... hey, what a crime." Ma Lin saw that someone caught it with a camera The afterimage, which looked like a little snake, quickly pointed it out to Dad Lin.
They rarely go out at home, but Luo Dong inevitably has to go to school. This red snake attacking people is too terrifying, and I don't know when the government will solve it.
Dad Lin thought for a while: "It's scary, and my daughter is not there. Let's avoid going out these days. On Luodong's side, we still need to take him to school every day."
Lin's formation protection Lin Luoran has already told her parents. They believe in their daughter's abilities, and there is a panic outside. It seems that it is safer to stay at home.
As for Lin Luoran, she has already booked the fastest flight, ready to fly to Taiyuan.
Some things, she put aside for the time being, not that she had forgotten it, it was nothing more than not doing it. When she chose to do it, Lin Luoran was naturally more cautious.
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"Golden Wutai, Silver Putuo, Copper Emei, Tie Jiuhua" these twelve words are popular and easy to remember, but they all point out the four famous Buddhist mountains in China.
Lin Luoran got off the plane from Taiyuan. As soon as she left the airport, she saw young people driving by in luxury cars from time to time, and even whistling at her.
This is a large coal mining province. She only went through a short paragraph and deeply felt the gap between the rich and the poor that was more serious than the rumors-but these were just small sections for the purpose of her trip.
She didn't fight, so she took out a peaked cap and chose to travel to Wutai County with ordinary tourists as a big package. Deliberately pretending to be low-key is not counted as she does not have a sword, nor did she come here by eagle, just hope that this trip can hide some traces, so that people can't touch her whereabouts.
The big bag was bumpy, and it was only in the afternoon that he arrived in Wutai County. Lin Luoran found a small hotel that did not require registration and took a bath, and then rushed to Taihuai Town, seventy or eighty kilometers away.
This small town is unfamiliar to most people, but it is the center of Mount Wutai. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, Buddhism has built Dafu Lingjiu Temple here, but it is a place of pilgrimage for many Buddhist believers.
The original Dafu Lingjiu Temple has gone through dynasties and undergoes several repairs. Now it has long been renamed "Xiantong Temple". It is this tourist attraction that Lin Luoran is going to visit.
The altitude difference of Wutai Mountain is huge, and the annual average temperature is only a few degrees. Lin Luoran admires the tourists who went to Xiantong Temple with her. There are many old people with gray hair, and I don’t know if they are here to travel or are religious believers. .
She naturally does not believe in Buddha, but according to Mu Lao, there is Buddha cultivation here.
Lin Luoran originally thought that Buddhist cultivators are the same as cultivators who want to cultivate in the deep mountains and the mountains, but Mu Lao said that Buddhist cultivators seek the power of faith and use magical powers. People are different, the cultivation is the Buddha.
The incense of Mount Wutai is prosperous, and it is unreasonable for the Buddha to choose to sit here.
She followed the tourists all the way forward and gradually came to the temple. It is not like the Taoist temple in the mountains in the middle of Shu. It is hidden among the green mountains and green waters. Xiantong Temple stretches there like this. The sky is blue, the yellow soil is bare, the sky is cold and the ground is cold, and a few old trees with few leaves are under the sky. The only embellishment.
There are a lot of pilgrims, and there are small novice monks as receptions. However, in the nearby night, most tourists come and walk around. Only Lin Luoran paces slowly to the famous bronze hall, which is carved with flowers and flying. Cui rises all around, protects Chifan, and is dazzling. I heard that Wanli was repaired by his own mother. If what Mu Lao said is true, then this statement is probably an error.
The bronze bell in front of me weighs ten thousand catties, and the sound will spread all over the mountain when struck.
Lin Luoran's sky darkened, and there was no one near the bronze bell. He placed his hand on the bronze bell and knocked a few times at a strange frequency.
Crack--
This is a heavy copper wall moving aside, and the voice is slight. If it hadn't been for Lin Luoran's ears, people would not be able to hear it.
There was a voice in the ear, and two little novices were talking about evening classes. Coming here, Lin Luoran quickly rushed into the copper hall and sank into the removed copper wall.
"Master Pu Ji, San Xiu Lin Luoran asks for a meeting."
If people see her, Lin Luoran is also a little nervous, she has no choice but to open the door before seeing this trick. Mu Lao said that the place where Grand Master Pu Ji is located is clearly behind the copper wall, but it is actually isolated from the Xiantong Temple by magical powers. The world inside is where the real Buddhist monks are.
"Female benefactor, little monk Zhixiu." A little novice monk appeared from the twilight, with cloth and shoes, with beautiful eyes. He was not surprised by Lin Luoran's arrival, with a peaceful expression on his face.
Zhi Xiu, it's a special law name.
"Master Zhixiu, the little girl wants to see Master Puji." Lin Luoran paid him a gift like a gourd, and Zhixiu also accepted it, and the corners of her mouth became soft:
"Uncle Pu Ji is taking evening classes, why don't the female donors better follow the little monk to visit here?" Although everyone is not the same way, but you can know the Buddha's cultivating place, and you can open it with one person. Zhixiu didn't dare to look down upon the people of Bronze Bell.
Lin Luoran nodded and said, the door of the bronze hall slowly closed, she was already walking in another world in this bronze hall.
The green brick road, occasionally saw a few linden trees, the architectural style here looks no different from Xiantong Temple, you have to pick bones in the eggs, this is a clean and repaired place opened by the magical powers in Mu Lao’s mouth, the courtyard It overlaps and occupies a large area compared to ordinary people, but for one case, it is a bit simpler.
Zhi Xiu led her to move forward slowly, with a faint fragrance on her body.
There was a sound of chanting in the middle of the night, thinking it was Zhixiu’s evening class—this little novice must be chanting before, but she interrupted him?
The sound of the scriptures in the night is a bit straightforward. Lin Luoran stood outside the hall, unable to help but feel a little fascinated. A hosta flower outside the temple did not bloom in season, and Lin Luoran suddenly realized that the previous fragrance on Zhixiu's body was probably contaminated with a mixture of hosta and sandalwood.
There is no magnificent Great Hall, no splendid golden dome. If it weren’t for Zhixiu who had even led her to have an unknown wave of power, she would suspect that she had just strayed into a small mountain temple.
Lin Luoran suddenly felt a little regretful. Is it really correct to disturb such a place of cultivation for his own selfishness?
The sound of the scriptures is getting weaker, and novice monks wearing the same clothes as Zhixiu, and monks in the same color as the monk's clothes filed out. They sincerely bowed to the Buddha, but they didn't know the guests were coming.
She is still a good-looking female guest. Not every novice monk has the level of concentration like Zhixiu. Seeing Lin Luoran looking up at the flowers, there are two little novice monks in the beautiful scenery against the hosta flowers. Blushing, whispering to Amitabha, walking past.
"Amitabha, the female benefactor is still a young woman, and she has advanced to build a foundation, and she has a boundless future."
An old monk, dressed in gray monk clothes, pronounced the Buddha's name.
Lin Luoran tidied up the skirts of his clothes and bowed solemnly:
"Master Pu Ji, the girl is bothered."