Chapter 37 Qingxin Ancient Classic

The sky is bright, and a faint fog lingers among the peaks, like a fairyland. There are faint bells on the peaks in the distance, melodious and peaceful, which seems to have the effect of refreshing the soul, making people much quieter.

A group of more than 30 people have gathered in an open space at the front peak. Among this group of people, there are all ages. The oldest is over half a hundred years old and the youngest is only seven or eight years old, but they all changed into the clothes under Luoxiazong's hair, with a new look of excitement on their faces.

When turning on the mountain yesterday, everyone had already seen the door rules and so on. They knew that the scriptures were about to open, but everyone was excited and couldn't wait. They got up early and waited on the field outside the mountain gate.

"Dang!"

A bell rang from the top of the mountain and fell clearly into my ears, but the time came. There was a burst of excitement in the crowd. Someone began to walk along the stone steps towards the sutra pavilion at the top of the mountain. At this time, Bai Lang also changed into a green shirt and smiled at Xiang Muzhi and said, "Brother Xiang, let's go too!"

Xiang Muzhi just nodded and didn't say anything more. Bai Lang knew that he was cold and didn't care. He just smiled, and the two also walked up with the crowd.

After Bai Lang met the old man yesterday, he didn't know why. He felt that the old man was not simple and had some expectations in his heart.

The Sutra Pavilion is sitting on the top of the peak. At this time, the rising sun is rising, and thousands of glows fall on the pavilion, steaming, as if there are countless auspicious spirits, majestic and magnificent, hanging up the sun and pressing down the fairy peak, giving people a solemn color out of thin air.

Everyone restrained their minds, held their breath, entered the attic in turn, and entered the pavilion, which was another scene.

The red giant column surrounded by several people stands among them, carved beams and painted buildings, which are unique, empty and atmospheric. The bronze tripod has an ancient style and clumsy, and there are curling green smoke rising, emitting a light fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

Above the hall, in addition to an old man sitting in the middle seat, who is the old man I saw yesterday, there are still more than a dozen people sitting respectfully on the futon below, which seems to be a disciple of Luoxia.

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that there were other people on this peak, but they didn't see them yesterday. Bai Lang was also a little strange. Several of the disciples sitting on the futon turned around and glanced at their own people. They looked cold and didn't say anything, so they turned around.

The old man seemed to feel everyone's eyes and slowly opened his eyes. His voice was still old and hoarse. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Sit down!"

Seeing that the old man was kind and gentle, everyone's hearts were a little certain and sat down with a little cramped. Bai Lang did not want to be too flamboyant. He did not compete with everyone for the front seat and chose a place to sit down at will.

"These are all your brothers. Come and listen to the scriptures. Don't be shocked!" The old man sensed everyone's thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

Only then did Bai Lang notice that these people were bright and obviously had a lot of cultivation. In a blink of an eye, he saw Xiang Muzhi showing surprise. He looked at the group of disciples and followed his eyes. He was also stunned. He saw a middle-aged monk not far away from the old man with a solemn look, but it was the patrol he met last night. Team captain.

Bai Lang was awe-hearted and more curious about the old man. Today, the old man taught the scriptures to everyone. He must have started from the most basic method, but somehow, these successful monks still came to listen to the scriptures.

"The road is famous for giving birth to heaven, land, living people and creatures, including the opportunity of yin and yang..." The old man suddenly opened his mouth and began to preach the scriptures.

As Bai Lang was thinking, he was suddenly shocked. He came to his senses and looked around. He saw that the Luoxia monks had serious expressions and listened to the old man's preaching without relaxing at all, as if what the old man was going to talk about was the highest to the highest and deepest Tongxuan road. And these new disciples were also excited and expectant. They were absorbed and did not dare to slack off. Even Xiang Muzhi frowned slightly and listened carefully.

Bai Lang did not dare to be careless. He felt that the old man was becoming more and more mysterious, and he also calmed down and listened carefully.

In the hall, the smoke curled, and only the voice of the old man's vicissitudes sounded. It was not big, but it was clear and abnormal. Every sentence seemed to echo in everyone's ears. The old man spoke slowly and seriously. Every true secret was spread out, explaining the wonderful place, as if the rain fell with the wind, and like the spring wind and rain. , all have been imprinted into the hearts of everyone. Gradually, everyone's faces showed an intoxicated look...

At the beginning, Bai Lang didn't care much. The old man told a Taoist secret "Da Dao Song", which was just a very ordinary Taoist basic song. In Bai Lang's view, compared with the ancient scriptures he practiced, it was simply mud and could not be equated with the same.

But not long after, his face gradually showed surprise, and finally, it gradually turned solemn. The old man went deep and shallow, like swimming in the water, hitting a wave from time. The original ordinary song formula was expounded by him, and the wonderful parts came out repeatedly. From time to time, there were shocking words. Even though Bai Lang had made a small success in practicing the ancient scriptures, he was also shocked to hear it. He felt that some rugged places on his way to monasticism were broken by the old man. It turned into Tantan Avenue.

"Wonderful Prajna, empty phase, immortal..."

The old man looked flat, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said, as if he was carrying his hand, and he said another provence. Everyone was so drunk, smiling, and unaware of it was abnormal.

But when he heard this, Bai Lang was shocked all over, as if a thunderbolt fell on his head. He was stunned and looked at the old man with an incredible face.

This sentence is clearly the general sentence in the Hinayana Qingxin Sutra of Bailang's practice. "Xiaoyang Qingxin Sutra" is a classic of Buddhism and is not passed on in the Huasheng Temple. It is collectively known as the "Qingxin Ancient Sutra" with the Mahayana Qingxin Sutra. If the whole chapter is cultivated to achieve the body of Bodhi, all laws are inviolable, and it has always been great in the world of cultivation. Name.

This old man is a monk, but at this time, he tells the ancient Buddhist scriptures, how can it not be shocking.

Countless thoughts turned in Bai Lang's mind in an instant. The old man looked as plain as before, and still explained the song formula. There was no abnormality on his viciss and aging face, as if the previous Buddhist truth was the true secret in the road song.

Isn't this old man also has a relationship with Buddhism? This idea flashed in Bai Lang's mind. He was excited and denied the idea the next moment. If there was a real origin, the old man would not be confused enough to say the Buddhism so casually!

However, the scene where the old man casually said the true secret of the Buddhist family is still in his mind. What does it have to do with Buddhism? Why does it reveal the true secret of the Buddhist family so casually?

"Dang!"

Another bell rang to the top of the peak and kept echoing between the valleys. I don't know when the old man had stopped talking and closed his eyes, as if he were a dead wood, motionless.

Everyone was still immersed in the mysterious realm before. It was not until a bell rang that they pulled back everyone's thoughts. Unconsciously, several hours had passed.

The group of monks who arrived first had stood up, lined up and came to the old man in a row. The old man still closed his eyes, but they did not mean to neglect at all. They all bowed respectfully and saluted the old man. Then they turned around and left quietly. They walked lightly without a sound, as if they were afraid to disturb the old man.

After the old man talked about the scriptures, the newcomers looked at the old man with more respect. After watching the group of monks leave, these newcomers were more and more shocked. Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous old man was so respected that they dared not say more and left quietly.

Bai Lang looked at the old man and saw that his hair was dry. He didn't look like a practitioner. He couldn't feel a trace of divine power surging all over his body, like a dry well, but this ordinary old man seemed to be like a fog, which made him unable to see it.

"White brother, white brother!"

Bai Lang was shocked and came to his senses. He saw Xiang Muzhi standing aside with concern on his face.

In the hall, people have almost left. He smiled and said, "Let's go too!" After saying that, he walked out and looked at Bai Lang's back. A strange color flashed on Xiang Muzhi's face and followed.

At the moment when he was about to disappear outside the door, Bai Lang subconsciously turned around and looked into the hall. The breeze suddenly raised the Taoist cloud mantle in the hall. At that moment, when the cloud mantle rolled up, he seemed to see that the old man's face appeared a painful and ferocious color, and disappeared in an instant.

The hall is empty, leaving only the thin figure, which seems to be particularly thin and vicissitudes.