I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

[Wait, don’t get me wrong... Lotus is not from Jiang Lin... It’s definitely not... Jiang Lin doesn’t have that idea about Lotus from beginning to end...

Lianhua and Wu Ke are official matches, that’s for sure... Otherwise, the foreshadowing about Lianhua and Wu Ke would not be written in vain...

The above is not included in the main text, no money is collected]

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Wanfozhou, also known as Bodhi Island, is prevalent in Buddhism. A hundred countries believe in Buddhism and many people believe in Buddhism. Although there are hundreds of scholars of Confucianism and Mohist knights, they are not in the majority.

It may be because of believing in Buddhism, or it may be the reason why the monks and soldiers in Ten Thousand Buddhas State maintain law and order. The law and order in Ten Thousand Buddhas State is excellent. You can see bright and bright bald heads everywhere you walk on the road.

It is dazzling during the day and illuminated at night. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it seems that you don't need to light a lantern while walking on the street.

There are many temples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas ancestors, and the temples are large and small, but there is no such thing as which temple is the head.

Each has its own Dharma, and each has its own pilgrims. If there is nothing to do, then there will be any Buddhist contests. Every monk is very Buddhist...

And tonight, at the Lingxu Temple in the east of Wanfozhou, in the evening class chanting, a man who looked like a monk, but not a monk, knocked on the door of the temple.

"Donor, it's getting late, please come again tomorrow."

A white and tender little novice monk with red lips and white teeth wearing plain monk clothes slowly pushed open the gate of the temple and saluted the bald man.

The little novice monk looked at each other with a big bald head, quite a touch of kindness.

[Is the other party also a monk? But there is no scar on the top of his head. 】

Looking at the man, the little novice monk touched his smooth head, feeling that the other party was very strange...

The man smiled kindly and folded his hands for eleven ceremony: "Little Master, I would like to see Master Mingzhi of Guisi, can I agree with you?"

Looking at the bald man, the little novice frowned his good-looking brows, and his head became brighter and brighter. "But the master and his elderly are doing evening classes, and they may not see you the donor."

"It doesn't matter, the little master can just report it. If you don't see it, it's okay..."

"Emmm... well, let me ask for the name of the donor."

The man was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, smiled and said, "It's all right if you say Brother Wu Shi is visiting."

"Brother Wu Shi?" Min Min said in the mouth of the little novice monk, "Okay, I remember."

"Trouble little master."

"Please wait a moment for the donor."

Without closing the temple door, the eleven or twelve-year-old novice monk turned and ran into the Buddhist temple, gradually disappearing into the night.

Withdrawing his gaze from the door, Wu Ke stepped back and looked at the huge temple door.

Under the moonlight, the tall temple gates and courtyard walls look extremely solemn, and the faint sound of chanting from the temple washes your heart like spring water.

He gently closed his eyes and listened to the familiar chanting sound. Wu Ke subconsciously folded his hands together, his lips and teeth moved slightly, as if he wanted to recite a Buddha's name, but he closed it slowly and shook his head...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the little novice ran over.

"Little master."

"Donor."

The two put their hands together and salute each other.

The little novice monk raised his head and looked a little guilty: "The donor, I'm very sorry, the master...he let you...let you leave..."

Seeing the embarrassing look of the little novice monk, Wu Ke smiled lightly: "Little master, monks don’t speak a word."

"Uh... this... okay." The little novice monk flushed, "Master, old man let you... let you go..."

"That's right."

Wu Ke put his hands together in a salute to the little novice monk, and then to the temple.

"Then I will come back tomorrow."

"Donor, Master said you don't need to come again."

The little novice hurriedly said, frowning slightly, as if he was trying very hard to think of what his master had just said.

"Master and his elders said that the same principle applies when you come back as the donor. Instead of this, it's better to think about this issue."

The little novice monk thought harder:

"Master, the old man wants you to think about...what is...what is...what is three refuge..."

"Well... this is it, I should remember correctly."

As if affirming his memory, the little novice nodded with a smile to encourage himself.

"Thank you little master for telling me."

"The donor is polite."

The two saluted again, the temple door slowly closed, Wu Ke also scratched the back of his head: "Why is this still the problem..."

I dug out my pants pocket and found that I didn't have much money, and I had to go back on the intercontinental ferry.

Looking at the gate and looking up at the moonlight, Wu Ke thought for a while, plucking a tree, and leaning on the branch, he looked at the temple.

The evening class is over, and the lights are gradually extinguished.

Thinking of the words conveyed by the little novice monk, Wu Ke slowly closed his eyes and said to himself with a smile: "Really, the host brother is so philosophical now... Deep."

The moonlight shed, through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and fell on the bright skull of the man on the tree.

The man's slight snoring sounded slightly, as if he was asleep...

I don't know what the dream was, the corners of the man's mouth rose slightly.

But gradually...the brows that had some pretty good-looking frowns again...

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"Hey, monk, what's your name?"

"Mingshi? What the hell, but it sounds pretty good."

"Huh? Don't go. You picked me up from the river. I haven't thanked you yet. Why are you so blushing."

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"Hey, monk, am I pretty?"

"Amitabha, what is it, I ask you, am I beautiful?"

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"Your thing? I just stole it. It's in my arms. You have the ability to get it."

"Why, don't the monks say that emptiness is sex? If you don't come to get it, could it be...you have a ghost in your heart?"

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"What are you going to cross?"

"All living beings?"

"Then what do you like?"

"It's also a lot of beings?"

"Then do you like me?"

"Why? I am also a lot of beings, why don't you like me!"

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"Buddhism has three refuges, the monk, I will ask you, which three refuges?"

"Convert to the Buddha, to the law, to the monk..."

"Wrong, wrong."

"Wrong?"

"Yeah, come on, there's another one, read it to me."

"Convert to Buddha."

"Convert to Buddha."

"Convert to the law."

"Convert to the law."

"Convert to the monk."

"Convert to the monk."

"Convert..."

"Huh? Monk, don't run, come and read with me, take refuge..."

The girl caught up with him, jumped, jumped onto his back, and hugged his red neck tightly, shouting loudly:

"Monk...convert to the Buddha, to the law, to the monk, to the monk..."

The girl's voice spread all over the endless lotus pond in front of him, and the golden fish poked out his small head, and faintly dived down again...

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Riyuejiao, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Before Jiang Lin brought lotus flowers to Wu Ke’s house, on both sides of the field trail, there were endless lotus flowers...

"Lotus girl?"

Jiang Lin, who was walking in the front, turned his head, and the lotus behind him stopped. In his dull and bright eyes, tears fell steadily, his lips and teeth slightly opened, as if he was talking to himself.

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"Convert to Buddha..."

"Convert to Buddha..."

"Convert to the law..."

"Convert to the law..."

"Refuge monk..."

"Refuge monk..."

"Convert...Miss Si..."

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