The old monk standing on the street, who was called the Venerable Dari by the Six Dao Sect Demon Cultivators, his old face was full of confusion.
Lumbini, the place where the Buddha was born before, or Bodh Gaya, where the Buddha was enlightened, has some traces left by the Buddha. The confusion in the monk's heart was relieved.
But now when he came to the place where the Buddha first preached the Dharma | Wheel, the old monk was pletely lost when he faced a place where there was no trace left by the Buddha.
There is no trace of the past, there is no trace of the past, ing and going, very lively pedestrians, and no one believes in the Buddha, neither is a monk, nor is a believer in a woman. They all pretend to be strange and believe in other gods and Buddha. No connection.
Dharma has pletely disappeared here!
It is no wonder that the Buddha passed away and did not want to show the light of Buddha here again.
Until a girl's clear voice came from behind.
"Hey, old abbot, why don't you also learn from the Buddha and preach the Dharma to passersby?"
The old monk shook his whole body, and his pupils suddenly widened.
Preach the Dharma to passersby? !
This, this... Isn't this what the Buddha did after enlightening to Bodhi? !
Thousands of years later, he was like a Buddha, preaching the exquisiteness of the Dharma to the world, touching the world with the Dharma, allowing them to return to the Buddhism, to be liberated, and to go to the West after death to see the Buddha.
If he can do this, it doesn't matter whether he can bee a Buddha himself. As long as the Dharma shines on the world and liberates sentient beings from the sea of ??suffering, it doesn't matter whether he can see the Buddha, whether he can realize Bodhi and bee a Buddha. .
"Namo Amitabha."
The four of Li Yun only saw that the confused expressions on the old monk's face disappeared, and they were classified as joyful and peaceful, like a Buddha statue enshrined in a temple, looking at the world with a smile.
"Every word that the benefactor said is deeply rooted in Buddhism, and Lao Na is grateful."
The old monk folded his hands to Wan Qingya, and worshipped Wan Qingya. When Wan Qingya avoided, he smiled and said: "Lao Na will recite the scriptures to the world, even if he can't influence all of them, as long as there is one, Lao Na preaches the Dharma. The obsession is satisfied."
The three of Li Yun and Concubine Wan Qing were stunned, only Wan Qingya said with a grin: "Then read, just like the Buddha back then, read the scriptures to the world. The so-called turning theory is now!"
"It is true."
The old monk folded his hands together, sat cross-legged on the street in the busy city, and began to chant the scriptures in a low voice. The peaceful old face was without sadness or joy, as if he was chanting into the air.
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Wan Nishang murmured, "Who is it to say to you that your voice is so small?"
In a busy street, you may not be able to hear loudly speaking. There are many vehicles ing and going, horns, loud noises, and constant quarrels, converging into a scene of all living beings.
And in this noisy world, an old monk sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures in a low voice.
"Face us! Also the first one to read it to us~"
Wan Qingya pulled her mother and sister, called her husband again, and went to the old monk's place together, but did not sit down with them, just listen to the scriptures near the old monk's place.
"...As I heard. For a while, the Buddha lived in the city of Wangshe, in the mountains of Qijangori, together with the 2,000 people of the Dabhikkhu. They were all Arahants."
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