Chapter 120

Snow plateau, early in the morning, Sanjie ate a few pieces of milk tofu, drink a few mouthfuls of butter tea, this is a meal.

He put on thick clothes, picked up the bullwhip, lifted the curtain and went out of the tent.

Looking around, the snow mountains in the distance are white and clear, with sharp edges and corners, just like the goddess of the earth. The sun shines brightly on the snow in the mountains, blooming a large golden red glow. It is the goddess's gauze skirt, noble and graceful.

SANGJIE looked at the distant mountain until his parents asked him to work.

Riding on his beloved white horse, he whipped away the cattle. Yesterday, he saw a grassland with rich water and grass. Today, he rushed to feed the cattle.

At the thought of these quiet and melancholy yaks, Sanjie is very happy. It's amazing that a family can have more than ten yaks. Thanks to the living Buddha, Sanjie's family has no worries about food and clothing.

There was a thin layer of frost on the ground, the grass covered the white edge, the horse's hooves stepped lightly, and the dew moistened the fur. The white horse sang Jie rode with a loud nose. Its gait was steady, the muscles and bones of its back were undulating, the blood was surging under the thick skin, and sang Jie swayed left and right with it. If you want him to say that this feeling is really endless. He sits on the high horse and looks at the cows walking like dark clouds in the white and green sky. Everything is quiet. There is a misty mist on the horizon, like the end of the world

The rapid bell rang.

"Sanjay! Brother Sanjay

Sanjay turned his head. A woman on a yellow horse came running. The bell on the horse's chest was jingling, louder than the sound of the horse's hooves. The brass bell was polished and polished, and the reflection was also shining, like stars.

"Zhuoma!" Sanjay burst into laughter and rode forward.

They sat on the horse talking about intimate words, these endless sweet words, and two horses side by side, but each other do not like each other, from time to time head to the other.

"Sanjay, look over there!" Zhuoma's eyes are as cool as the melting water of the snow mountain. When she opens her eyes because of her surprise, it seems that even the world will be reflected in them. Sanjay looks blankly at the distant mountains, the goddess of the earth, the golden clouds, the cattle, the vast grassland. If a person's eyes have such beauty, then people can completely abandon the aesthetic appreciation of other things and simply appreciate the beauty of beautiful women Just eyes.

"Hi! Don't look at me! There's a monk coming

Monk!

Hearing this word, it's like a flash of lightning, rushing in through the ear, down the back to the sole of his feet. Sanjay shivers suddenly, and his face glows with plateau red. Looking at the bright, he is in great spirits.

He also looked along Zhuoma's beautiful fingers. In the mist in the distance, a monk in single clothes came into sight step by step, holding a bowl in his hands.

He drooped his head and brow, with a quiet and elegant manner. The mist and frost moistened his clothes and covered his face with a thin layer of water vapor, just like the gossamer hanging from his hat. When he came to the two men's horses, he raised his head and through the hazy cover, a pair of deep and poetic eyes.

"Where does the master come from?" Sanjay dismounted to say hello.

"Xuanshen, a poor monk, came from Jingye temple in Central Plains. He came to ask Master Tantric for Buddhist dharma. He was more compassionate and extended to the world." The monks are modest, gentle and elegant, which makes people feel broken.

There are many believers in the snow area, especially the monks. On that day, monk Xuanshen was warmly treated by SANGJIE's village.

The monk left after a night's rest, but the villagers invited him warmly, so he stayed to preach for the good faith.

He didn't dare to mention any of the classics. Because the Bodhisattva had not yet integrated the Dharma, he said that he had seen all kinds of wonders in the pure land, such as the solemn Xumi mountain, the tall Bodhisattva statue, and the Bodhisattva forest on the sea. These colors and shapes floated out from the bottom of the monk's throat like a lotus, turned into rain, moistening the dry heart of the people in the snow area.

SANGJIE and Zhuoma have no doubt about the pure land. The monks say that every moment is a spiritual enjoyment. They watch the monks sitting on the ground, and their bright eyes are as bright as the day, with a light beyond the world

So Xuanshen explained how to recite the name of Bodhisattva and how to feel the pure land one by one. That night, in the quiet nomadic village, besides the sound of cows ruminating and horses kicking their hooves, the believers called for ecstasy.

There is a pure land in the world!

This wonderful world, which breaks through the most incredible fantasy, is a dream that ordinary people don't dare to dream. Now it has come true and we have to cry like rain.

After killing sheep and cattle, the whole village celebrated. Monk Xuanshen was offered butter tea, bowl after bowl. People sang and danced, and the light of butter candle soared into the sky.

However, such joy will come to an end.

Three days later, Xuanshen could not stay any longer, but refused to stay. He set foot on the road to Sakya temple in Qinzhou.

However, shortly after he left, he was caught by Sanjay on horseback that night.

"Master, help The young man turned over, got off his horse and knelt to the ground. The color of his face had been engulfed by the gray of fear. In the light of the moon, he looked like a lost ghost.

"Why are you so alarmed?"

SANGJIE's tone is hasty. When he tells the reason, Xuanshen frowns.It turns out that as soon as he left, a Lama from the King Kong sect came to him. He was accompanied by a group of followers who came to beg for sacrifices, asking for money and food, and even ordered some women to be concubines of Ming Dynasty. Originally, these requirements of the guru would be fulfilled wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, now the villagers only yearn for the pure land and do not want to be killed again.

"The bad Lama was very angry, and the adults and servants who came with him yelled at us to fight and kill us. I saw that the situation was not good, so I asked everyone to run away quickly on horseback. Damn that group of bandits are very good at martial arts, and they all arrested us. If my Bai zhu'er didn't run fast, he decided not to see you!"

"Where are they now?"

"He said that he would be sent to Qinzhou for public punishment."

"Don't talk too much. We're going to catch up now!"

Xuanshen thought to himself, "the Wuliang Vajra sect has a bad reputation. It's a big evil sect. I don't know how many people I can save this time, but I can't wait for time. At the critical moment, I have to give up all my skin to keep these Buddhist seeds..."

They rode to chase the bandits by night and by night.

On horseback, Xuanshen went into the pure land and told the monks what happened to him, which immediately aroused his indignation. Shaolin immediately sent 20 martial monks to the western regions, and most of the other Buddhists responded. For a moment, he gathered a group of martial arts experts and rushed to Qinzhou to seek justice for the villagers.

After three days of chasing, Xuanshen and his party finally caught up with the Lama of Jingang sect thirty miles outside Qinzhou.

Seeing that there are many scars in the village, Sanjie can't help but cry. He bravely wants to rush into the thieves to fight. Xuanshen quickly stops him and goes to the front.

"Who is the guru of King Kong sect?"

In the crowd, a red monk with a cockscomb came out.

"Oh! How dare the old monk stand in the way of the Buddha

"Amitabha, I'm here to ask the guru to bypass these innocent villagers."

"Hey! There's such a light thing in the world, is that when you say it, the Buddha will listen to it? I think you are disrespectful to the Tathagata and Buddhism! I'll take you down and take you to Qinzhou for a cut! "

It's really shocking to say that.

But the Lama was unreasonable and ignored. He rushed forward and raised his right palm in three or two steps. He saw that his palm was red, and there was a sharp flash of electric light. It was like Lei Gong's iron. It was the hot palm of Vajra sect's five level unique skill!

"WaiDao subdues!"

The palm edge is like a knife, when the head splits!