Chapter 112

After hearing about the pure land of Bodhisattva, the monks of Shaolin Temple choose to join in one after another, and get these top quality beads to fill in. The pure land beads also grow rapidly.

It's a secret in Shaolin. Except for a few good believers and residents who can be trusted, the monks don't make any noise about it. They are like a group of people who eat meat in the dark. They try their best to swallow the sound of chewing.

Therefore, only a few hundred monks in Shaolin, eight residents in charge of foreign affairs, and Xu ranxue were able to obtain that Epiphyllum flower.

Time flies to April, Lu Zhengkang's incarnation has become a strong youth, and finally no longer stay in Yigu other hospital.

There are nearly 100 children in other homes, including some of the sons of powerful businessmen, but most of them are abandoned babies. They all depend on this Bodhisattva Luyuan. Now that he wants to leave, they are reluctant to part with him.

Xu ranxue is also very sad. Sun lichai is gone. The girl who will study with him, Lu Zhengkang, is going to move to the temple, the Bodhisattva who will always sit on the couch.

The wing room left an impressive memory. Now without them, it's like having no soul.

Fortunately, we can meet in the pure land in the evening. Otherwise, once some people leave, they will never see each other again.

The scholar stood under the eaves singing poems. Lu Zhengkang held up the children's chin for the last time in the room.

It's really interesting to see their face pouted into a bun shape.

When he went out, the children burst into tears, and the old ladies were in a hurry to appease him.

Children always think that crying can bring a turn for the things they can't do, but not all things can get sympathy with weakness.

For Lu Zhengkang, he will always watch these children grow up. If their lives can be healthy and safe, and their human nature can be strong and decent, it will be a gathering of fate.

It's not a big deal for Buddha to settle in Shaolin Temple. All monks come to celebrate. If Lu Zhengkang hadn't made it clear that he would not be kneeling down, these bald donkeys would be lying on the ground now.

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

The reading Pavilion is a small building for copying and studying scriptures. All believers can go in and out at will and borrow scriptures. Most of the people who come here are monks and laymen, but ordinary pilgrims don't stay in yuejing Pavilion.

Lu Zhengkang is also the prime minister. It's quiet and has the atmosphere of a library.

Wooden buildings have been around for some time. After the wind and rain, the varnish on the surface is mottled. When you walk into them, you can still smell the smell of decay under the light sandalwood from the incense burner. This is the smell of wood, books and dust.

In the early morning, in the overcast sky, there was a weak sunlight through the caisson, which was still thin. The dust was flying in the light column, and the rows of bookshelves and tables were mostly hidden in the dark.

Lu Zhengkang took out a copy of Chang ahan Jing from the bookshelf and found a desk with enough light. He opened the chair with both hands and sat down.

At this time, except for a few monks on duty, there is no one to disturb. It is almost the quietest time of the day.

In this environment where the needles can be heard, the outside world's graceful bird calls become loud and clear, as well as the whirring sound of the wind passing through the forest house, the gentle wind bell, the clatter of the hanging tag under the eaves, and the valley rain in April are the season of life growth of all things. Sitting in the room, Lu Zhengkang can still feel his sincere vitality.

When he was reading, there were more and more idle people. Although they were very quiet, they would intentionally or unintentionally surround Lu Zhengkang and want to see the wonderful appearance of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva. They were like a group of ancient star chasers. They were so attracted by Lu Zhengkang's demeanor that they couldn't help themselves.

In ancient times, it was not easy for a person to be surrounded. Although Lu Zhengkang only regarded these people as the clear wind and the clear moon, they destroyed the leisure atmosphere he liked very much. There was no need to stay here. He got up and walked out of the scripture reading Pavilion.

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

"Benefactor, the pure place of Buddhism, please pay attention to your words and deeds!"

That expression, just like a brave fan who defends the idol reputation.

Lu Zhengkang ignored what happened behind him. With a book in his hand, he walked and read. Unconsciously, he went out of the temple.

Several monks followed him gently.

Lu Zhengkang's pace is not slow, but everywhere he walks, it's like walking on the ground, high and low, which makes the monk who follows him miserable. So he walks for half an hour. When Lu Zhengkang comes back, he has already stood on the top of liantian peak.

Standing here overlooking the four fields, Lu Zhengkang also has a little feeling. He set up Xumi mountain in the pure land, because he likes mountains personally. In addition, he also has the idea of sharpening his mind with the pure land fantasy. Now looking at the ups and downs of the earth, he can't help but have a spirit of handling the world. He just wants to bring all the mountains and rivers into his chest.

When he thought together, the spirit of Xumi mountain was unconsciously stimulated and projected into his platform. The strong feeling even made him hallucinate. What he saw was no longer the beautiful song mountain, but the golden and shining Xumi mountain.The mountain is silent. There is immeasurable pride in the silence, which is the ambition of connecting heaven and earth.

Lu Zhengkang's Hunyuan internal power was all overwhelmed by this spirit. In the Dan field, it turned into a small Xumi mountain, which is the core of his essence and Qi. With this mountain to suppress the internal Qi, it is almost impossible for him to lose his power in the future. He will only accumulate more and more.

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

A terrible force field spread on him. Within three feet, everything, air, sand and stone were still, just like being fixed by violence.

The right palm from the belly, all the way to the brow, his hand every inch up, the force field of the whole body is stronger.

The mountain wind constantly brings the air into this force field, but it can only enter, but can't leave. The air inside becomes denser and denser, and even begins to twist. The misty water vapor forms a thick fog.

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

The invisible force field disintegrates.

There is a crazy haze in place.

Several monks had just climbed to the summit of liantian peak. Through the fog, they saw the Buddha looking up at the sky, and they did not consciously follow him.

Nothing happened.

For a long time, a huge palm suddenly appeared on the stratiform clouds in the sky. The air waves emptied, and the clouds dispersed for a moment. The sun was comfortable and bright. Lu Zhengkang was standing in the beautiful spring light, and the antlers on his head were shining brightly.