Chapter 949: Authority, Bodhi Island

"Goodness."

Master Huai Kong put his hands together.

"So free and easy."

Shan Ying and Qu Zhaoxue were unwilling to move their feet, their eyes shining, both feeling moved.

The four-grid charcoal drawing, simple objects and words, actually gave people a free and easy heart.

Animals are like this.

How is man different from animals? What is the difference? What is needed?

Liang Qu wiped off the black ash on his hands. He lived in Yixing Town, Pingyang Prefecture for seven years, ate countless treasure fish, changed the small earth house into a three-entry courtyard. In the Six Demon Trials, Wuzhiqi asked him what he did with this power, and he couldn't think of a second sentence that fit better.

"This seven-character 'Baron Xingyi' is comparable to a gatha, the true meaning of life is all in it, worthy of being the Ninth Buddha!" Ji Zuibo of the Heavenly Blade Tomb praised, "But the trajectory of life, everyone's personality is different."

"This sentence is too peaceful and too soft for me. Although there are countless feelings, it does not reach the point of enlightenment, and it is incomparably fit for Daoist practitioners like Brother Yuan who are usually free and easy."

Liang Qu laughed.

The so-called gatha is the singing lyrics of Buddhist scriptures, a reduction of Gatha.

It is a summary sentence written after reading some Buddhist scriptures or obtained from the practice of cultivation.

Buddhist scriptures are the trunk and green branches, and gathas are the fruits and flowers. Behind every gatha is a story,

and it becomes a beautiful story of a monk's enlightenment.

Himself—

"Overpraised."

"No!" Ji Zuibo said seriously, "It is because Baron Xingyi rose too fast and did not realize his own influence. In the eyes of familiar relatives and friends, it seems that nothing has changed."

"But in our eyes, when we first met, Baron Xingyi, who realized the Heart Fire, was already a top-class Perfected Form Jiang Zongshi in the world."

Liang Qu was stunned.

Shan Ying looked sideways, Ji Zuibo usually didn't talk much, couldn't tell he was so good at flattering.

However...

The truth is not bad.

Perfected Form Jiang Zongshi, placed in the five great orthodoxies, is also a key elder level, a leadership level.

Some people are geniuses at birth, freaks, but no one is a master at birth, knowing how to read and write.

Everyone needs to enter the school, needs to be admonished by teachers, taught one by one, and deep in their hearts, the authority of the Perfected Form is naturally established.

The way people meet and interact is always based on the first impression.

The first impression Liang Qu gave to the local villagers of Pingyang Prefecture and his relatives and friends was completely different from that given to others, especially those he met after the Perfected Form.

Splash.

Draining the last fries from the pot, Ta Ta Kai put them into an oil paper bag and wrapped them up, one bag for about three potatoes, one for each person.

Liang Qu weighed them, the sound was crisp, and he always felt that today's appetite had a bit of familiarity.

Thought about it.

"Uncle-in-law saves ten years of detours."

"This thing is fragrant, but it's dry. It's not bad with noodle soup." Xu Zishuai drank the last drop of soup in the bowl and threw the fries into his mouth.

People from Louguan Terrace ran over to protect their senior brother, the rest of the orthodoxies returned to their homes, took the fries and went back to share.

The old monk took a portion of the oil paper bag and went back to prepare. Liang Qu and others finished breakfast and rushed to the location of the scripture lecture assembly.

Extinguished the stove fire.

The charcoal drawing of the four-grid remained in this small courtyard of the Hanging Temple, left for future residents.

The Hanging Temple is not just located on one floating island, but has many, gathered by unknown means.

The location of this scripture lecture is exactly on one of the huge floating islands, more than a mile in length and width. The floating island is very empty, without half a building, just a very thick Bodhi tree in the center. Its crown is wide, the light and shadow cast down, beautiful and full of imagery.

Today.

Two long tables and several small tables were set under the Bodhi tree. Outside the tables, golden cushions were arranged neatly, and each position had a corresponding number to prevent disputes over random seating.

The core circle is for the Imperial Court and the five great orthodoxies.

Further outside are the various forces temporarily residing in Fulong Temple and even outside the temple.

Along the way, all the monks bowed respectfully to Liang Qu, bowing to ninety degrees.

"Strange, A Shui is amazing."

Xu Zishuai looked back, several monks did not get up after bowing, and watched them for a distance before standing up.

"I don't think even that Buddha son Master Huai Kong is like this."

"Nonsense, they are their own people, we are guests, of course it's different."

"It must be because of inviting the Buddha!"

"Master!" Xu Zishuai smiled playfully, "When will our martial arts hall also have a ritual?"

Yang Dongxiong kicked him directly.

Laughter rose and fell.

Today's scene can no longer be explained by the connection with the old monk alone.

Two days ago, the Fighting Buddha was taken out of the Nirvana of No-Abode, which had a different significance for the entire Hanging Temple.

Although the image of the Fighting Buddha was a bit shattered, let alone the specialty of Liang Qu inviting the Buddha alone.

Vairocana Buddha!

When discussing in the temple in the past, they definitely never thought the ending would be so wonderful.

Originally, it was just a try without hope. It's best if it comes out, it hasn't happened for thousands of years, just to promote Buddhism and show power. If it doesn't come out, forget it, it's normal. Strictly speaking, Liang Qu is not a Buddhist orthodox. Although everyone can become a Buddha, it's a bit exaggerated to say he hasn't read many Buddhist scriptures.

Who would have thought that it was a hand of Vairocana Buddha that was invited out!

Such a result is even better than inviting it all out!

Speaking secularly, it not only showed the power of the Buddha, forbade all rituals, magnificent and glorious, but also showed the respect of the Buddha, even if Baron Xingyi could not invite the whole frame!

Show one point, hide three points.

Buddhism is prosperous, and they are honored. Believers on the road also respect it by three points.

That night.

I don't know how many great monks made Maitreya-like expressions, and such a thought popped into their minds.

"There is such a good thing in the world that kills two birds with one stone?"

Living Buddha in the world!

On the floating steps.

The crowd kept pouring from Fulong Temple to Hanging Temple like black sesame seeds, noisy and clamorous.

Liang Qu's group was arranged on the side of the Imperial Court.

Reasonable.

Liang Qu is the Baron Xingyi of Great Shun, a real-power official of the fourth rank. Yang Dongxiong is also more senior and has strong strength, more powerful than many people in the mission.

"Beautiful, this artistic conception, I feel like I'm about to realize." Xu Zishuai's butt touched the cushion, like a tumbler, looking around.

The entire floating island does not look like it was formed naturally, the surface must have been cut by people, very flat.

There is even more full-color forest four lines on the ground, reflecting a faint light. Between bowing and looking up, the sky is wide and the earth is wide, the field of vision is unobstructed, white clouds are leisurely, and the blue sky is beautiful.

"The Bodhi Island of the Hanging Temple is broad and refreshing, naturally extremely beautiful. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many literati and ink guests have written poems and lyrics under the Bodhi tree."

A middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with soft jade hanging from his waist, and a small goat beard, walked quickly under the guidance of the monks, and first bowed to Liang Qu.

"Datong Prefect Bian Youning, met Baron Xingyi."

"Prefect Bian is polite."

Liang Qu stood up and returned the salute. When the other party came, the style of his official uniform proved his identity.

Since he works for the Imperial Court, he is one of his own.

A few polite greetings.

Bian Youning sat next to the crowd, faintly with a gesture of accompaniment.

Although he is a prefect and his rank is higher than Liang Qu, power will not come out of thin air. There can only be one local leader. Where the orthodoxy is, the presence of the prefect is often not high, mainly for supervision.

Ordinary people judge the attitude of the Imperial Court basically by looking at the relationship between the prefect and the local orthodoxy.

Before coming, Liang Qu inquired, it is said that Bian Youning is a Buddhist believer, and the relationship is self-evident.

Of course.

It has been less than a hundred years since the founding of the country, and the relationship between each other cannot be bad. The five great orthodoxies are all in the honeymoon period.

Bian Youning talked eloquently, born from the imperial examination, his knowledge is extremely rich, quoting classics,

from Buddhist masters to Buddha legends, the stories told are vivid and interesting, and everyone listened with relish.

"Does Baron Xingyi know how the people of Datong Prefecture call you now?"

The topic changed.

Liang Qu raised his eyebrows: "I don't know about this, I have been in a coma for two days, and haven't gone to stroll around Datong Prefecture yet."

"That's a pity." Bian Youning saw Liang Qu didn't know, so he didn't sell it, "Ninth Buddha! One person invites the Buddha, and the Buddha is different from others. The people of Datong all talk about it like this, no one doesn't know, no one doesn't know!"

"Ninth Buddha—"

Liang Qu's eyes flashed.

He has a fate with the word nine, in the past he was the ninth disciple, now he is the ninth Buddha.

However.

"It's just a joke by the villagers."

You can listen to it, but you must not take it seriously, and you must not wear a tiger skin.

"Haha, I think so too!"

Bian Youning laughed.

A quarter of an hour later.

Liang Qu saw the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint and the mission. The Imperial Court mission had already arrived while he was in a coma.

Nodded to each other, not much to say.

Instead, Bian Youning went to greet the high officials in the mission, his heart for progress burning.

Not long after.

Daoist Priest Ge from Louguan Terrace, who was the "lecturer" of the assembly, arrived with a whisk, first bowed, thanked Yuan for his enlightenment, and then came behind the right table of the Bodhi tree to look through the scriptures.

Master Huai Kong led several monks to sit by the small table, arranged on both sides, holding pens to record.

The very last.

"Great Master!" ===== CHAPTER 950 =====