The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 336: You don’t understand

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Chapter 336 You don't understand

Listening to Wang Meng calling himself a master, Anzhu smiled and said: "I am not a master, you don't understand!"

"Huh? But I really understand!" Wang Meng scratched his head, thinking he really understood.

"What does it mean to understand?" The Master An asked looking at Wang Meng.

"...Understood, that means I understand, I understand." Wang Meng looked at the Master An in doubt.

"You just know that you shouldn’t be entangled with something that has passed, and you just understand that you shouldn’t bother yourself about the past. But do you see it through? You see it through the thing that bothers you Is something wrong?" The master of the ann looked at Wang Meng with a slight smile, and said.

Wang Meng was stunned. He knew, he understood, but he did not see through.

"You didn’t see through at all, so you didn’t understand at all. Understand, you see through! You just understand and don’t think about it, but there is still this thing in your heart. You just don’t see through this Things are hidden and you don’t touch them. You are not understanding, but escaping!” The Lord Anun looked at Wang Meng’s pensive face and said, “If one day you encounter the same thing, what would you do? You are sure You will also choose to escape, because you don’t understand it at all!"

Wang Meng stared at the master in a daze, and his heart trembled. Indeed, if he encountered such a thing again, Wang Meng would definitely choose to escape and dare not touch it.

An Zhu smiled and looked at Wang Meng and said: "Escape cannot solve the actual problem. So you have to understand it before you can really face it."

"But, how do you understand?" Wang Meng was confused.

Suddenly, the owner of the nunnery stood up, picked up the three-pillar incense, lit it on the oil lamp, and inserted it into the incense burner above the incense table in front of the Buddha statue. After that, she picked up the wooden fish mallet on the incense table and said without looking back: " You haven’t recited the meditation mantra for a long time, have you?"

"Yes!" Wang Meng nodded.

"Sit down! Chanting Variety!" said the host, and began to hammer the wooden fish. As soon as he remembered the crisp wooden fish, Wang Meng's body was shocked, and there seemed to be some kind of resonance that reached the soul.

Wang Meng hurriedly sat cross-legged on the futon, meditating in his heart the meditation mantra taught by the master.

The sound of the wooden fish, unconsciously, Wang Meng's upset mood was as calm as water, and all his distracting thoughts were removed.

The wooden fish strikes rhythmically, and in conjunction with the meditation mantra, it produces a unique charm, which makes Wang Meng's heart like water. The sound of wooden fish is like the water of a clear spring that washes the soul, gurgling through it, and a faint coolness flows across Wang Meng's heart, and the whole body is refreshed.

Soon, Wang Meng fell into a strange calm, everything in his body seemed to have been still, even his thinking was in a static state. Only the sound of wooden fish swirled in his heart.

Suddenly, the sound of the wooden fish changes abruptly, like gurgling water for a while, and then like a galloping horse, sometimes soothing and sometimes turbulent.

But Wang Meng's heart is still as quiet as still water. Although he heard the change of Muyu's voice, it seems that his heart is as solid as a rock.

The sound of wooden fish one after another, hovering over Wang Meng's heart.

Huh?

Wang Meng, who was in a strange situation, suddenly condensed his eyebrows. From the sound of the wooden fish, he seemed to hear a special voice. It was like a voice, but the voice was misty and he did not hear clearly.

Wang Meng was fully absorbed, trying hard to hear clearly, and couldn't help using his own internal strength.

The vitality of his ears is full, Wang Meng's hearing has greatly increased, and his resolution has also increased.

"Since... but..."

Wang Meng finally caught the mysterious voice, but there are only two words, naturally. Repeatedly, it is these two words.

Naturally?

Wang Meng's calm heart seemed to be thrown into a stone when he heard these two words, and waves suddenly appeared.

Wang Meng suddenly remembered the natural way that the chief and him talked about...

"Everything in the world comes from nature. When you are in sync with nature, when you are in nature, when you can control nature, you are the most powerful. Nothing, and no one can defeat you! "

The chief's words echoed in Wang Meng's heart for a long time.

Wang Meng had an epiphany when the chief said this to him. But after that, he never studied nature again, and even the natural sciences recorded in his memory did not look again.

At this time, the natural sciences in memory were opened at the first thought of opening Wang Meng. With the sound of Muyu, Wang Meng's mind was fully integrated into natural sciences.

At this time, the owner of the nunnery knocked on the wooden fish, and suddenly his eyes looked at Wang Meng.

At this time, Wang Meng was sitting cross-legged like a big Buddha in concentration, with a solemn appearance, but kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a kind of aura of peace was revealed from his body.

Huh?

The owner of Anun suddenly appeared surprised, knocking in his hand, but turned his head and looked out the door.

Outside the door, on a thousand-year-old linden tree, I don’t know when it will be full of birds, there are magpies, sparrows, swallows, turtledoves, there are more than a dozen species, dozens of them, and there are The birds fluttered and flew, some of them landed on the trees in the nunnery, and some landed on the ridge of the roof, but they were all very quiet. After they landed, they closed their eyes one by one and quickly settled in decent form.

Soon, the entire Qinglong Temple was covered by black and densely packed birds. Even the courtyard was covered with birds. They were colorful and different in size. There were actually two goshawks flapping their wings, but they were very It was quiet, and the surrounding birds were not afraid and turned a blind eye.

The nuns and the few pilgrims in the nunnery were amazed at the same time, because there was no way to go, they had to stand still, and they seemed to have become birds’ footholds, with their heads and shoulders covered. Up the bird.

The pilgrims with a heart toward the Buddha stretched out their arms to stop more birds.

Soon, those nuns and pilgrims also became dignified and settled.

At this time, Fan Linlin and others are chatting with Qiao Yumo in the inner hall.

Qiao Yumo suddenly stood up and walked to the window, looking into the courtyard, with a small mouth slightly open, with a look of shock on his face.

"What's the matter?" Fan Linlin and the daughters were very curious, and they all walked to the window, and they were shocked on the spot.

"Ah..."Fan Bingbing was about to exclaim, but Qiao Yumo stopped him.

"Hush! Don't bother." Qiao Yumo said softly.

Several people looked at the strange sight outside the window in surprise, shocked.

Looking at it, Qiao Yumo's heart suddenly moved, asking, is it because of him? The master said that he was born with Mahayana, if he cultivates the Buddha and achieves remarkable achievements, he will become a great Buddha!

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the owner of the temple is still beating the wooden fish.

Wang Meng on the futon is still in an ethereal state.

At this time, in Wang Meng's artistic conception, he has turned into a breeze, blowing in the Qinglong Temple. The breeze is fading.

Suddenly, Wang Meng turned into a little bird and melted among the birds, and suddenly he turned into a big tree, a small grass, a small flower...

In the wonderful mood, Wang Meng has incarnate countless, not for fun, but perceiving everything, listening to the heart of everything...

In the artistic conception, the breeze of Wang Meng's incarnation floats in the various temples, admiring the respect of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

"Amitabha!"

Those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas actually had a slight golden light in their eyes when the breeze was blowing, and they seemed to be watching Wang Meng. When the breeze was blowing, every statue of Buddha and Bodhisattva would emit the sound of Buddha chants that only the breeze could hear. It seems to be thanking Wang Meng for pretending to hide.

Qingfeng is tireless, rushing around happily, walking around every corner.

The breeze slowly drifted into the Bell and Drum Tower.

In the Bell and Drum Tower, the morning bell and the evening drum are enshrined.

After Chen Zhong and Mu Gu circled around his body, Qing Feng mischievously bumped his head on Mu Gu.

Boom!

Twilight drum vibrated, making a deep noise.

Wow!

Qingfeng was bounced out, but hit the morning bell in the temple again.

Dang!

The sound of the bell was crisp, shaking off the breeze.

At the same time, a twilight drum sounded in the Qinglong Temple, and the morning bell was melodious.

Hullah, the birds who had already entered the doom were awakened. They seemed to know that get out of class was over. They fluttered together, but they didn't fly away. Instead, they hovered over the Qinglong Temple in darkness, seemingly reluctant to leave.

The nuns and pilgrims in the nunnery all looked at the sky in shock at this time, surprised. This is a strange sight they have never encountered or heard of.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the sound of Muyu has stopped.

The owner of the temple kindly looked at Wang Meng who had opened his eyes but looked shocked, and asked softly: "You understand?"

Wang Meng looked at the master of the ann, suddenly stood up, and gave a deep salute: "I understand, thank you, the master of the ann!"

"It's fine if you get it." The owner smiled peacefully.

"I have a deep connection with the Buddha?" Wang Meng said suddenly, looking directly into the eyes of the master.

"Yes!" The master nodded.

"Since I have a deep connection, why don't I use the Buddha to prove the truth?" Wang Meng asked again.

"Buddha dare not!" answered the master of the temple.

"Is this the reason?" Wang Meng frowned.

"No!" The Lord Ann looked at Wang Meng and said.

"What's that?" Wang Meng didn't understand, he had a lot of insights this time, and he had the urge to become a monk.

"Mission!" The Lord Ann quietly looked at Wang Meng and said seriously.

"Mission?" Wang Meng was taken aback, then coldly hummed: "Whose mission? Who is qualified to order me?"

At this time, Wang Meng is like two people before and after, and his temperament has changed drastically, he is fierce, arrogant, domineering, and mustache everywhere.

Looking at Wang Meng, the master of the nunnery changed his expression and suddenly put his hands together and said:

"You shouldn’t have obsessions. Meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha’s heart is left. You have a Buddha in your heart. Why should you stick to the hair loss in order to cultivate Buddha? If you have a Buddha in your heart, the Buddha will be with you, and there is no Buddha in your heart. What's the use of going to a monastery if you are a monk? The world is also a practice! The Buddha does not accept you, there are his reasons, and also your reasons."

Wang Meng sighed and said: "I am upset if I don't see the Buddha."

"What do you want to do?" Anun master smiled and looked at Wang Meng.

Suddenly Wang Meng scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I want to invite a Buddha to go." Wang Meng looked at the master of the temple very seriously. Said.

"They are just a statue of Buddha." The Lord An suddenly returned to a calm and unwavering appearance. She stared at Wang Meng and said seriously.

"I don't want ordinary Buddha statues, are they worthy? The immortal body I want." Wang Meng said aggressively.

Deng Deng Deng, the host of Anun's face changed drastically when he heard the words, her body shook, and she withdrew several steps. She looked at Wang Meng in astonishment: "How do you know? Don't it..."

The host stared at Wang Meng blankly, with a complicated expression. There was excitement, anxiety, tension, and expectation in that expression.

Is this day finally here?

"Hey! Forget it, I won't take him away! How do I look at him?" Wang Meng sighed suddenly as he looked at the uneasy expression of the host.

The owner of the nunnery stared at Wang Meng for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears: "Did you remember?"

"Is it important?" Wang Meng looked at Anzhu calmly, without saying any comfort, as if he had already understood his performance.

"Amitabha Buddha, it's the old nun who is taking pictures! You, come with me!" Suddenly, the master of the ram clasped his hands together, broke his tears into a smile, and turned around and left.

Qinglong Temple is not big. There is a Jieji Pavilion in the west. It is said to be Jieji Pavilion, but it is actually a large circular tomb over ten meters high.

The surroundings of Yuanji Pavilion are surrounded by green bamboo fences, and no one is allowed to enter, except for the owner.

The green bamboo fence is green and green, and the bamboo leaves are swaying. They are not dead, but lively, but they always stay at a height of about two meters. They no longer grow tall or thick.

Open the fence door, and it looks like a small courtyard, with blue bricks paved and clean. Except for some surrounding flowers and plants, it looks empty.

In the middle of the courtyard is a large circular tomb. In the middle of the tomb, there is a red lacquered wooden door. On the tomb wall of the wooden door, there are three big golden letters: Yuanji Pavilion.

The font is beautiful, not written on it, but deeply embedded in the gray tomb wall.

Wang Meng looked at the three characters, his face suddenly showed sorrow, but he didn't say anything.

The master nunnery took out a brass key and opened the brass lock on the wooden door.

The wooden door opened silently, and a strong floral scent came out.

"You go in!" The master of ann leaned sideways, bowed and stood by the door.

"Good!" Wang Meng stepped in.

After the host closed the door outside, his body suddenly trembled, and the old tears were running, and he muttered to himself: "He, finally came! World, tremble!"

Walking into the tomb, his vision changed.

There are nine, ninety-one, eighty-one ten oil lamps in the tomb. The light is dim and swaying, but with Wang Meng's eyesight, they can see it very clearly.

This is an arch-shaped space, surrounded by clusters of flowers on the ground, full of vibrant flowers, full of floral fragrance.

Among the hundreds of flowers, on a jade platform more than half a meter high, there is a nine-meter-high Buddha sitting cross-legged. Nine meters is the height of the Buddha sitting.

The Big Buddha is huge, occupying almost the entire space of the tomb.

The big Buddha, dressed in a yellow monk robe, draped obliquely with a red gold robes, raised his right hand on his chest, palms outwards, resisting all evil, while the other hand was naturally placed on his leg, palms facing upwards, supporting all creatures.

The body of the Big Buddha is like a living person, delicate and full, not a statue but an eternal true Buddha.

Wang Meng looked at the face of the Buddha, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The face of the big Buddha is very similar to Wang Meng.

There is a white jade incense case in front of the big Buddha. In the purple incense burner above, there are three pillars of high incense wafting out of curling cigarettes.

There is a golden futon in front of the incense table.

Wang Meng did not bow down, but stood quietly, looking at the big Buddha.

The big Buddha has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his precious face is solemn, his skin is plump, his eyes are so bright, he looks like a dead person, he is simply a living person.

At this time, the big Buddha's eyes seemed to be looking at Wang Meng.