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Some things become custom when everyone does it.

For example, reciting the Buddha's name, such as choosing a few days to eat in a year...These things make everyone more or less strange. When do you get used to doing these? To commemorate the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva? To be a monk for a few days?

As a human activity, festival customs often give people a reason to be busy or leisurely. Get together to do something and enjoy the fun of socializing. As for why it should be done, it doesn't matter.

So the custom is actually very annoying for some people. They don't like socializing, and they don't want to do things that are superfluous.

But no matter what kind of person, they are inseparable from Pure Land.

The two words "Pure Land" have vitality. It is difficult for anyone to say bluntly and simply what the Pure Land represents, but it is obvious that a person who cannot enter the Pure Land will be excluded. This squeeze is not due to superior emotions, but because of the generation gap. It is useless to reason with the deaf and show the blind paintings.

If you don't enter the pure land, you don't know the world.

Luyuan Bodhisattva created a world for the world. In this regard, it is not excessive to remember Him, to thank Him, and to hold festivals for Him.

People always put all the beautiful words on Deer Yuan Bodhisattva. As if it is not a cloud of history, the Bodhisattva is the long beam in everyone's heart.

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Li Dingxun chanted "Nanwuluyuan Bodhisattva" as usual in the room.

Futons, incense burners, and hanging pictures are all available in the quiet room. The little child sits cross-legged, his voice squeezed out of his immature teeth, and he is not at all in his heart.

This matter became a very procedural work. Li Dingxun heard a slight echo at some point, as if a transparent person in a corner of the quiet room was also chanting the Buddha's name.

The voice was too soft, he only realized it now.

Li Dingxun squinted his surroundings.

In the dark room, there was a faint smell of smoke, and there was some light movement outside. The maids were cleaning up the bedroom, putting candlesticks, bottles and jars together, and the impact of the utensils would make fragmentary noises.

In short, the room is very quiet.

A kind of silence that scares children to cry.

The moonlight, white and bright, came in from the round window on the east wall. The shadow on the ground was in the shape of a window pane. It was a "fu" with a pen. The light was tilted and shone at the foot of the wall, and the word fortune was also bent. stand up.

Looking at the round window, there were some mosquitoes flying, but they were also afraid of smoke, so they didn't come in and bite Li Dingxun.

After listening carefully for a while, there was no voice from the second person.

So Li Dingxun read the Buddha's title several times.

He told himself that there was no one. But there seemed to be another voice in my ear.

Got to get out of here.

Li Dingxun stood up and walked to the door.

The gentle footsteps follow. Li Dingxun froze. The closer you get to the door, the heavier the second footstep.

Going back... the footsteps really became lighter.

Still have to go.

Li Dingxun was silent, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure.

There is only one thought in my mind-go.

I don't know if the strong thoughts caused the hallucinations, in short, he felt that something was shining.

Nothing is shining, but the whole quiet room is shining.

The darkness receded, but the walls were not exposed.

The golden light is like a flame on the canvas, burning the surface world and presenting the real world.

The golden world.

Li Dingxun stared blankly at everything in front of him, everything that would not appear in his dream.

Mountains and seas, jewels piled up, lush vegetation.

And the high mountains in the center of the world.

Li Dingxun couldn't help but walked forward to the mountain, because he saw something behind the mountain.

There is light, besides light there are branches. The light is in the middle of the branches.

The world of silence and no one has only the waves and waves, softly moving back and forth, whirring.

Li Dingxun walked cautiously. The waves on the sea made him feel that it was an undulating and wrinkled cloth, so he stepped on it, and it did not sink. Looking at the boundless world, he quickly walked in, and all journeys were actively shortening. So that he could hear the wind blowing in his ears in one step.

A strong sense of sight continued to flow in my heart.

He set foot on a heavy mountain, and there were carvings, stone statues, and sentences everywhere along the mountain road.

The statues are all Bodhisattvas with long antlers, and he doesn't understand the sentences.

Some long articles will have titles, such as "New Edition of Diamond Sutra", "New Edition of Shurangama Sutra" and so on.

There are some short ones. It is a biography.

Most of these sentences are very popular and concise, but the amount of information is really huge. Li Dingxun barely read a few, only knowing that this place is called the Holy Land, where 14 people once lived.

Are these statues and the like left by these fourteen people? Looking at the mountains and plains, I am really patient.

Moving on, came to the foot of the highest mountain, raised his head, and the wonderful fragrance of flowers fell like rain, dripping into the skin, Li Dingxun felt extremely comfortable.

He climbed a distance, and encountered a large sea of ​​flowers on a flat mountain. Every faintly blue night flower is like a moon in the water, floating and rippling, but it is so alive~www.readwn.com~ Although the tough stems and petals are shaking, they do not break and fall. meaning.

Li Dingxun wanted to pick one, but he was afraid that these flowers would blame him for being rude.

So don't pick it.

After climbing, I saw the huge statue on the back.

Among the beautiful antlers, the pure white sun was already a little dim, and it seemed that it was about to get dark.

What is the pure land like in darkness?

The white bright orb dimmed, and then the pure land was slightly engulfed by the night.

In the darkness, the pearls are like the moon, the dark purple dome is so beautiful, the faint blue sea of ​​flowers flickers, and the sea at the foot of the mountain shimmers with shimmering light.

A perfect place is beautiful at all times.

Li Dingxun raised his head, the night sky has a mysterious temperament, which is extremely attractive. The mountains on the skyline are sealed like gemstones, and this amethyst is tightly occluded. Humans stand on the mountain, as if the dome is within reach, but he Stand on tiptoe, straighten your arm, your fingertips only touch the air.

After a few jumps and stepping on a gravel, Li Dingxun staggered down the hillside.

There was no pain, just as if he had entered a roller, Li Dingxun kept rolling and falling down like this, and then fell into a hidden cave.

Bang!

Landing, strong impact, get up, pat clothes.

The dark cave was extremely narrow, Li Dingxun squinted his eyes, fumbled around, and quickly hit the wall.

There are small pits on the wall. He carefully pressed the pits. These are the lettering on the wall, not simple pits.

An illusory soul body emerged from the wall, and the tall cockscomb hat looked like a sharp knife, which shocked Li Dingxun.

"Finally, I'm waiting for someone to be destined! Boy, it's you, hurry up and apprehend your teacher, let this seat teach you the boundless orthodoxy!"

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