Legend of the Cultivation God Chapter 2123: Little Linglong Temple

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the leaf with some consternation. Under the heavy snow, the leaf was still green and dripping, no wilting and scorching yellow were seen, and even snow white and leaf green reflected each other, which showed the green leaf's Life Force . Looking at the trunk that I hit on my head, it is different from the ordinary trunk. This trunk is about have several in size. It is not an independent trunk, but it is formed by ten trunks of have several. These dozens of trunks are rugged and coiled. In a group, each independent trunk is so powerful. Under the trunk, it is deeply inserted into the foothills buried deep in the snow. When the middle of the trunk is obtained, these dozens of trunks are flexed into one, Branches, leaves, and leaves emanated from the top of the tree trunk, covering the dozens of feet to the left.

"What a strange tree is this?" Poor Xiao Hua came from the desert Xiaoyu Continent of Buddha Sect, and naturally did not know the origin of the tree, secretly from said in surprise, "This tree does not look like an ordinary Spirit Tree, but if it is not Spirit Tree , How can we keep the branches and leaves evergreen during the cold snow? "

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua looked up at the small temple not far away and laughed: "Xiao Mou can't just ask?"

The small temple is not big, it is comparable to the Jiangchao view of Jiangchao Ling, and the front area of ​​the small temple is snow-covered. There is no pedestrian Trace. Xiao Hua already knows that this must be a broken temple.

Before Xiao Hua walks to the small temple, he turns to look at his footsteps along the way, a kind of enlightenment is born from his heart: "Goose passed the voice, people passed the name, Xiao only passed by occasionally Mountain, such heavy snow has left such a mark. Although the snow is clear, no one knows that Xiaomou has this line. But what about Xiaomou's heart? Within Xiaomou's memory? Great Master in this temple What about it? "

"Oh, okay, people's trip, world shadow, World chaos, who knows?" Xiao Hua suddenly felt like he was a lot older, and everything would make me sad, and he hurriedly shook his head and looked up at the small temple Plaque.

"Small ... Ling ... Wang Temple ??" The plaque of the temple is obviously Sanskrit, and Xiao Hua is also recognized. But this plaque has a long history. It seems that it is comparable to Spirit Herb in the Xiao Hua space. Therefore, the handwriting has long been blurred. Xiao Hua has distinguished several times of simply giving up, and is about to walk up the steps to knock on the same broken temple door. suddenly. Xiao Hua stopped. Because the steps above the temple door are clean and abnormal. Only a few snowflakes fell with the wind, apparently someone had just cleaned it. Xiao Hua hurriedly took a few steps with retreat and shook his body. The snowflake simultaneously all over the body flew, revealing the Xiao Hua's unusually dry clothes. But just when those snowflakes were about to fly down, Xiao Hua seemed to have thought of something, put a hand, all the snowflakes fell on the body, and then Xiao Hua reached out, wiped on his own head, and fell on the body of Zhou. After dozens of hits, shaking off most of the snow, and leaving a part of the snow, this was a respectful move, reaching for the copper ring above the temple door.

"Dangdang Dang ..." The knocker's voice is not loud, but it is very clear. The sound of the snow falling on the "shuttle shuttle" has spread very far in the breeze of the "swoosh" ...

However, after a while, I did n’t see any noise inside the temple gate, and there was no sound of footsteps.

"Knowing ..." Xiao Hua pushed it tentatively. The temple door was covered up and opened at hand. There was no shadow wall on the face, but a small open space. The first thing that caught Xiao Hua ’s eyes was A bunch of oranges Red! Waiting for Xiao Hua to fix his eyes a little bit, I can see clearly. It is a Monk in a strange costume of orange Red lying on top of a pile of snow. On the other side of this Monk is a clean half of the open space.

"Ouch ~" Xiao Hua didn't dare to neglect when he saw it. He was about to fly up to rescue, but he saw that the motionless Monk had a twitch around him, and it was a slow and difficult crawling up from the ground. At this time, Xiao Hua can only see clearly. This is an old man who has been over a sixty years old. The complexion on his face is very black and red, and the entire face is even wrinkled, just like a walnut, under a pair of white eyebrows, two pairs of fans There was only a kind of turbidity in the eyes of a slit.

Old Monk will stand up, first look at all around, slowly bend down to pick up a weird, Red hat like a cockscomb from the ground, carefully remove the snow particles contaminated on it, and then carefully On his bare head. Xiao Hua can see clearly, although the old Monk is careful, but his eyes seem to be a problem. The hat cleaning is based on the feeling. The tail of the weird hat has a lot of snow particles that he did not break.

Wearing a hat, the old Monk stooped down again, felt a broom from the ground, and slowly cleaned it up. Although the old Monk was being cleaned, he was too slow to sweep. The Heavens Above snowflake was too big. It was just scanned, and the snow fell, just like the old Monk did not clean.

Xiao Hua stood quietly at the temple gate, and did not make a noise, nor did it come near, only to watch silently, this old Monk is very different from Seven Yang Daoist Monastery's Dao Shan, one in Hidden Immortal Continent, one in Elysium, one is Daomen Disciple, One is Buddhism Disciple, but in the eyes of Xiao Hua, there seems to be no difference between the two. The broomstick of the old Monk and the spoon of the porridge of Dao Shan are so similar, they are so firm, so persistent.

The old Monk, a small open space, saw enough time to sweep a meal, and when the old Monk turned around, First Layer snow fell on the entire open space. This open space is a small square before the main hall of the temple. It is not like the steps before the temple are covered with eaves. Looking at the old Monk without saying a word, he did not look up, and began to clean again. Xiao Hua had to cough one sound. The snowflake is so big, the old Monk moves so slowly, Xiao Hua has no doubt, unless the snow stops, otherwise the old Monk will never be swept away.

Unfortunately, the ordinary coughing sound of Xiao Hua did not attract the attention of the old Monk. The broom still cleaned the open space with a click.

Xiao Hua looked up at the somewhat gloomy hall, hesitated for a moment, but still released Buddha Conciousness. After a brief glance, I knew that there was no one besides this old Monk in this temple. Xiao Hua had to walk to the old Monk, hands The namaste shouted: "Amitabha, is Elder good?"

"Well ..." Old Monk didn't seem to hear it, or foundation was in a state of chaos, he hummed one sound in his nose, ignored Xiao Hua, straight to the face of Xiao Hua, and swept again After the ruler, it seemed that I suddenly understood it. I slowly raised my head. The pupil in the muddy eyes looked at Xiao Hua, and when my eyes fell on the bare head of Xiao Hua, I slowly turned the broom. Embrace yourself in your arms and put your hands together, "Amitabha, you are finally here!"

"I ... I'm finally here? What does Elder mean?" Xiao Hua is a bit uncommon, but he is not surprised, because in the eyes of Xiao Hua, the old Monk foundation did not see his face, what he saw Just his own bald head, except for the old Monk who admits the wrong person, he does not make other guesses.

"Elder recognizes the wrong person!" Xiao Hua laughed, "Under ..."

Everything of the old Monk is slow, whether it is sweeping the floor or talking, but since the old Monk opens, the old Monk ignores what Xiao Hua said, and asks again, "What is your cultivation name?"

Old Monk happened to interrupt Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua smiled slightly, knowing that old Monk foundation did n’t listen to what he had just said, so he replied: "If you do n’t mention the cultivation name below ..."

Yeah, Xiao Hua foundation is not shaved, nor is it authentic Buddha Sect Disciple, where did cultivation name come from?

However, at this time, the old Monk seemed to be able to understand it again. Weiwei nods said: "Oh, it was originally called Bodhi!"

"Bodhi?" Xiao Hua couldn't help crying and laughing, this old Monk was really able to interrupt, so he found cultivation name for himself in such a moment.

The old Monk is even more interesting. After saying this, I picked up the broom again. It seemed that I had forgotten the Xiao Hua. I started to sweep the snow again. I just swept it for a while, and then I stopped. Slowly said: "Bodhi, Bodhi? My Buddhism is like ... no such seniority! Oh, yes, Xiao Sha Mi, are you a vulgar Disciple of my Buddhism?"

"Yes, it's the vulgar Disciple!" Xiao Hua thought about it, and he replied that he didn't have any Buddhism, but also cultivation and Buddha Sect Cultivation Art, saying that the vulgar Disciple is also suitable. However, Xiao Hua is very doubtful whether this old Monk has heard this sentence. Because, after saying this sentence, the old Monk started to sweep the snow again. It seems that the snow keeps sweeping, and he will keep sweeping. In addition to snow sweeping, he will do nothing else!

Xiao Hua sighed, knowing that his purpose of inquiring about the news might not be realized. After thinking for a while, he bowed down and said: "Do n’t disturb the practice of Elder in the next time, and leave in the next ..."

That is, when he had just got up and had not moved his nest under his feet, the old Monk raised his head again, and his muddy eyes did not know whether to look at Xiao Hua, or at the temple behind Xiao Hua, and said, " The poor monk has been waiting in this small Linglong Temple for ninety years, and now the poor monk has reached the point where the lamp is dry, let's count ... you should have come in these two days, and the poor monk has finally finished my small The mission of Linglong Temple will lead the future Buddha Lord to the Pure Land World! "

"Boom ..." In an instant, it seemed to be hit by a column of noble air to the bald head. When Xiao Hua heard "Little Linglong Temple", he immediately thought of his "Bayeux Linglong Jing", and the old Monk would " "Future Buddha Lord" said, although the old Monk's words are very slight, and even some pronunciations are inaccurate, it can be heard in the ears of Xiao Hua that it is almost like a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and the big beads of sweat ooze from the top of his head! The whole figure was slightly swayed. Looking at the snow-sweeping Monk in front of me, an unspeakable strangeness was born from his bottom of the heart ... (to be continued ...)