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　　 The monks of Shaolin Temple, after hearing about the Bodhisattva's Pure Land, one after another chose to join, and they were filled with these wonderful quality upper margin beads, and the Pure Land beads grew rapidly.

　　 This matter is considered a secret in Shaolin, except for a few trustworthy believers and laymen, the monks did not say anything about it. They are like a group of people who eat meat in the dark, trying to swallow even the sound of chewing.

　　 So the only people who got the night flower were the hundreds of Shaolin monks, eight laymen in charge of foreign affairs, and Xu Ranxue.

　　 Time hurriedly arrived in April, Lu Zhengkang's incarnation had become a strong young man, and finally stopped staying in the Yigu Bieyuan.

　　 There are now nearly a hundred children in the other courtyard, many of whom are the sons of wealthy businessmen, but the most are still abandoned infants. They all depend on this deer-favored Bodhisattva. Now he wants to leave, he immediately reluctant to give up.

　　 Xu Yinxue is also very sad. Sun Lichai is gone. The girl who will study with him, Lu Zhengkang will also move to the monastery, this Bodhisattva who will always sit on the couch.

　　 The wing room left a memory that was impressive enough, and now leaving them is like no soul.

　　 Fortunately, everyone can meet in the Pure Land at night, otherwise, once some people leave, they will never see each other again.

　　 The scholar stood under the eaves and chanted poems. Lu Zhengkang held up the children's chins for the last time in the house.

　　 It was really interesting to see their fleshy faces being puckered into buns.

　　 When he went out, the children burst into tears, and the old mothers rushed to comfort them.

　　 Children always think that crying can bring opportunities for things they can't do, but not everything can be sympathized with weakness.

　　 For Lu Zhengkang, he will always watch the growth of these children. If their lives can be healthy and safe, and if their human nature can be strong and decent, then they will be worthy of a fate gathering.

　　 The entry of the Buddha into the Shaolin Temple was not a big thing. The monks all came to congratulate him. If Lu Zhengkang hadn't made it clear that he would not kneel down, these bald donkeys would definitely be lying on the ground now.

　　 The monks prepared a good wing room for the Bodhisattva to live in, but Lu Zhengkang chose to settle in the hut next to the Yuejing Pavilion.

　　Yuejing Pavilion is a small building for copying and studying scriptures. All believers can come and go freely and borrow scriptures. Most of the people who come here are monks and laymen, and ordinary pilgrims generally do not stay in the Yuejing Pavilion.

　　 Lu Zhengkang is also quiet here, with a library atmosphere.

The small wooden building is quite old. After the rain and the wind blow, the varnish on the surface is mottled. When you walk into it, you can smell the decayed bottom smell under the faint sandalwood from the incense burner. This is wood. The mixed smell of, books and dust.

　　 In the early morning, the weak sun rays on the cloudy sky were thrown into the room through the algae well. It was still sparse. Dust was flying in the beam of light. The rows of bookshelves and small tables were mostly hidden in the dark.

　　 Lu Zhengkang drew a copy of "Chang Ah Han Sutra" from the shelf, then searched for a desk with sufficient light, and opened the chair with both hands to sit down.

　　 At this time, apart from a few monks on duty, there are no idlers in the Yuejing Pavilion. It is almost the quietest time of the day.

In this environment where the needles are audible, the mellow bird cry from the outside seems to be loud, there is also the whistling of the breeze passing under the forest house, the gentle wind bell, the click of the tag under the eaves, four Moon Ching Ming and Gu Yu is the time when all things are growing vigorously. Sitting in the house, Lu Zhengkang can still feel heartfelt vitality.

When he read the book, the idlers gradually increased. Although they were very quiet, they surrounded Lu Zhengkang intentionally or unconsciously, wanting to see the wonderful appearance of the Luyuan Bodhisattva. They were like a group of ancient star chasers who were raised by Lu Zhengkang. The demeanor of the time is so attracted that he can't help himself.

In ancient times, it’s always uncomfortable for a person to be onlookers to kill Wei Jie. Although Lu Zhengkang only regards these people as a breeze and bright moon, they destroyed the leisurely atmosphere that he liked so much, and stayed there again. There was no need here, he got up and walked out of the Yuejing Pavilion.

　　 The crowd followed him reluctantly, until several monks who had endured them for a long time came up to intercept him.

　　 "Dear donors, Buddhism is a clean place, please pay attention to your words and deeds!"

　　 That expression is like a brave fanboy defending the reputation of his idol.

　　 Lu Zhengkang ignored what happened behind him, holding a book in his hand, walking and reading, and left the temple unknowingly.

　　 A few monks gently followed him behind.

Lu Zhengkang's steps are not hurried or slow, but he walks everywhere like walking on the ground, high and low, making the monk who follows him miserable, so he walked for half an hour and waited for Lu Zhengkang to return. Too God, but already standing on the top of Liantian Peak.

Standing here overlooking the four wilds, Lu Zhengkang also felt a little emotional. He erected Mount Sumeru in the Pure Land Pearl. It was because he personally liked mountains. In addition, he also had the idea of ​​honing his mind with the pure land fantasy. Now looking at the ups and downs of the land, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can't help but feel the courage of the world, just thinking of putting all the mountains and rivers in the chest.

With his mind together, Nasumi Mountain's divine will was unconsciously stimulated and projected into his spiritual platform. This feeling was so strong that he even had hallucinations. What he saw in front of him was no longer the beautiful scenery of Songshan, but the golden, Shining noble Mount Sumeru.

　　 The mountain is speechless, and there is immeasurable pride in this speechlessness, and it is the lofty aspiration that penetrates the world.

Lu Zhengkang’s internal strength was overwhelmed by this divine will. In his dantian, he turned into a small Sumeru Mountain. This is the core of his essence and is indestructible. With this mountain suppressing internal energy, his future Skill is almost impossible to dissipate, it will only accumulate and become stronger.

　　 Lu Zhengkang was still holding the scriptures in his left hand, so he gently lifted his right palm, very slowly, as if lifting a heavy object.

　　 A terrible force field spreads over him, and within three feet of him, everything, air, sand, and rocks have become static, as if they were fixed by violence.

　　 That right palm from the lower abdomen all the way to the eyebrows, every inch his hand rises, the stronger the force field around his body.

　　 The mountain wind continues to bring the airflow into this force field, but it can only enter, not exit. The air becomes denser and denser, and even begins to twist, and the misty water vapor forms a thick fog.

　　 Lu Zhengkang held his breath and pushed his palm to the sky.

　　 The invisible force field collapsed.

　　 A wave of madness rose on the spot.

　　 A few monks had just climbed to the top of Liantian Peak. They saw the Buddha looking up at the sky through the mist, and they did not consciously follow up.

　　 Nothing happened.

　　 For a long time, a huge palm suddenly appeared on the clouds in the sky, the air wave emptied, and the clouds disappeared for a while, and the comfortable and refreshing sun was shining on the earth. Lu Zhengkang stood in this beautiful spring, with the antlers above his head shining brightly.