Buddha kill GL

If it wasn't for his mother's constant grip on her shoulders, Zisang would have rushed to the front gate of the Buddhist temple a long time ago.

This time, she had to stand quietly with a small package in her hand. She and her mother were facing the gate of the courtyard, far away in the dissipating fog, Kong Tong came forward with her shirt on.

Kong Tong still smiled a little, that smile was pretty, but it was different from the Bodhisattva's, and also different from that of the host, Zisang always felt that something was missing.

Kong Tong came forward to salute, and said to his mother that Bo Liang can walk now, so there is nothing serious.

Mother knew about this a long time ago, she only nodded slightly, and did not tell Kongtong that Mrs. Bai had already told her about Bo Liang.

Mother first told Zisang, don't mention Mrs. Bai's visit to the small courtyard.

Zisang asked why.

The mother said, not everyone can come to this small courtyard, if you say Mrs. Bai has been here, the uncle and father-in-law will be unhappy, or they will be unhappy again and pick you up down the mountain.

In this way, Zisang nodded in agreement, she said, don't tell others about Mrs. Bai.

Even Yuanhe didn't know about it, but Yuanhe almost couldn't even remember Bai Yunmo, he only remembered the good things he ate in that room.

Kongtong turned his eyes around, smiled at Zisang, and said, I'll pick you up to go down the mountain and back to Houfu.

To Zisang, this sentence is more enlightening than all scriptures.

Zisang threw the small burden onto his shoulders and took mother's hand, mother, uncle came to pick us up.

The mother said, yes, you go with the uncle.

Saying so, the small bundle on Zisang's shoulders slipped off, and got entangled with the hem of the monk's robe.

The steps that were originally striding forward were also taken back.

Zisang raised his face to look at his mother, the face that had not slept all night was now pale.

Zisang looked at his mother, then at Kongtong, Zisang asked his mother, why did you let me go with Kongtong alone.

The mother turned to look at her, her eyes were red and there were tears, the mother said, you go down the mountain first, and I will follow behind.

Zisang shook his head, that won't work, I have to stay with my mother.

Kong Tong was smiling again at this time, Kong Tong said, your mother has to wait for her father-in-law to pick her up, so that she can show the affection between husband and wife.

Zisang said, then I'll wait for my father-in-law to pick me up.

Kong Tong said, if you don't go with me, you are looking down on Uncle Gong?

The mother also said, you go with the uncle first, there are delicious and interesting things in the house, and I will also see your brother Boliang.

At this time, the mother took out the purse from her body that had been embroidered for five years, and she handed the purse to Kong Tong.

Mother asked Kong Tong to hand over the purse to Bo Liang.

My mother tried her best to smile and told Kongtong that the embroidery was not good, but it was all embroidered by myself, so I told Bo Liang for me, because my mother has always been thinking about her.

Kong Tong nodded in agreement, took the purse and held it in his hands.

The purse is brocade and white, the auspicious beasts on it are embroidered with red and gold thread, and the eyes are with dark thread. Although my mother embroidered very awkwardly, she made a beautiful thing after all.

Zi Sangyuan still refused to leave, but was pushed in front of Kongtong by his mother, and Kongtong took her hand and walked out of the small courtyard.

The original monk and nun who always took care of Zisang didn't stop her this time, they just clasped their hands together and bowed respectfully.

Zisang paused in three steps, dangling a small bundle in his hand, wanting to walk or not, but his body was pushed forward by Kong Tongzhi.

Zisang said, Mother, come with me, come with me.

Mother took a few steps forward and closed the door of the small courtyard with her own hands.

At this pass, Zisang could only see the silent courtyard gate in front of his eyes, and he could vaguely see the dwarf trees planted on the high place through the wall. When a strong wind passed, the leaves of the trees were scattered and scattered.

Zisang originally thought that he would cry at the mountain gate for a while when he went down the mountain.

Before reaching the front yard, she was crying uncontrollably, no matter how many tears she shed, she said, uncle, uncle, this is not possible, I can't do without my mother.

But Kongtong's strength is so great, she pulled and pulled and twisted, but she was still dragged forward, getting closer and closer to the Buddhist gate in the front yard.

There are door janitors everywhere in Buddhism. In the past, when Zisang secretly looked at the pilgrims for a long time, she always wanted to run out, but was caught by the janitor every time, so her feet never touched the soil outside the courtyard.

The two monks guarding the gate also put their hands together today, lowered their heads and muttered, and they didn't know what to pray for.

Seeing that their faces were familiar, Zisang seldom stepped forward to say anything. He didn't care about other things at the moment, he just said, Master and Master, I'm going down the mountain with my mother, I'm very scared by myself.

Who knows what's going on down the mountain.

Zisang stood on the sill of the Buddhist gate, the sill was high, and when she got up, half of her body was on the sill, and Kongtong couldn't hold her back for a while.

Zisang said, Uncle, Uncle, if you must take me away today, you can take mother up together, I dare not go down the mountain alone.

The uncle said, there is your father-in-law at the foot of the mountain, and your brother Boliang.

Zisang shook her head again and again, I have never seen it before, I only heard what my mother said, but I don't know what those are.

Things that have never been seen always make people think and be afraid, just like the good and bad things in the mountains, she has never seen them before, but she just wants to see, but if she really wants to go, she is afraid It's tight, especially if you don't have your mother by your side, you'll be even more afraid.

Mother always sighs, the bowl of longevity noodles that mother cooks is not delicious, and mother's embroidery work is not good, but mother is warm and warm, and mother always speaks gently and softly. He never left his mother for a long time.

Now who knows when the father-in-law will come to pick up the mother again, what if he forgets again.

Zisang held the threshold tightly with one hand, the threshold was much higher than those of other courtyards.

The host said that the threshold of Buddhism is the shoulder of Mani, and Mani lies between the world of mortals and the pure land, ferrying people back and forth.

The threshold is always wiped clean, because it is Mani's shoulder, so I dare not step on it. At this moment, Zisang only begged Amitabha, and she said, "Bodhisattva help me, let my mother and I go down the mountain together." .

Even at such a time, she still wanted to go down the mountain, but she didn't want to go down the mountain alone.

Kongtong stretched out both hands to lift Zisang up.

Zisang only felt one up and one down, and with a flash in front of her eyes, she was outside the courtyard. Behind her was the Buddhist gate.

The wind in autumn was so violent that the tears on Zisang's face were blown dry as soon as they fell.

The host said that things like affection come and go quickly, even tears dissipate quickly.

Outside the Buddhist gate, there is a huge Brahma tripod, inside which burns arm-thick incense, and the white smoke from the incense goes up to the white clouds and blue sky. It is the first time that Zisang is so close to the tripod, and he can't stop staring at it. After a while, I stopped crying.

The world outside the courtyard gate turned out to be like this, with two or three ornately decorated carriages parked by the wall, and some servants in twos and threes.

Being watched, Zisang didn't dare to squat back to the threshold.

When You Qi saw the host following from behind, she felt a little comforted, not so scared.

I'm leaving, host you still laughing.

Zisang felt sad that the host had no relationship with her at all.

The host came forward and said, Zisang, don't cry, you are a good boy, Buddha will bless you.

Zisang said, Mother will not go down the mountain with me.

The host said, this is fate, the Buddha just wanted to keep her for a few more days.

Zisang was a little frightened, she said, the Buddha didn't like me, so he dismissed me first and let me go down the mountain alone?

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The host was a bit cramped, she said, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and all living beings are equal.

If that's the case, Kongtong half laughed, half teased and pushed Zisang into the three-horse carriage.

Zisang always thought that she was going down the mountain with her mother on the carriage pulled by her father-in-law, but this time, she was the only one, and two men in black clothes came up from the top of the carriage to drive the carriage. Unable to get down, she poked her head out of the car window grille.

The presiding officer stood in front of the Buddha's threshold, pointing at the blessed body from a distance, probably referring to Amitabha Buddha.

It was the first time Zisang saw the main entrance of the Buddhist temple. It turned out to be such a magnificent appearance, but it was so solemn that it made people afraid.

In the Fan Tian Ding, the incense ash on the high incense fell from the burning point due to a gust of wind, and hit the void, the white and gray were coiled and scattered everywhere.

With the sound of a whip, Zisang's eyes dangled. The Buddhist Pure Land, the Highly Fragrant Heavenly Cauldron, and the Long Wall Immortal Mountain were all mixed together. She turned around, and when the sound of horseshoes sounded, she fell into the carriage.

Just as she was walking, she heard a childish sound.

It's a harmonious voice.

Zisang raised her head to look back again, and Yuanhe Gungun chased after her. She called, Zisang, why don’t you wake me up when you leave, you just want to go down the mountain to eat delicious food alone. of.

Behind Yuanhe is the master stepping out of the Buddhist gate, looking at Yuanhe's body worriedly.

Only then did Zisang remember that it took only half a stick of incense to get to the Buddha's gate from the small courtyard. She had already shed so many tears that she didn't even have time to count a single pearl. Zisang beckoned to Yuanhe and said, "You want to come and see me." , I will come up the mountain again.

When she arrived at the mountain gate, she stopped crying because she found that there were too many people crying to her.

After passing the mountain gate, she could see the small courtyard where she lived for ten years on the bend, but she could vaguely see the tip of the tile eaves.

I can also see the dwarf tree, but only when I look at it from a distance, I realize that the tree is really only a little bit big.

The carriage was turning fast, and I don't know if it was dazzled or something, something white and white flashed past in front of me, the golden and red eyes dazzled, and that thing fell into the forest under the road.

Zisang stared wide-eyed, but only saw two black dots, which looked familiar, but she was thinking, now that she has gone down the mountain, there are many strange things, and she doesn't have to think about everything.

So she didn't care about the white, red, and black things mixed with some gold.

The chariots and horses were walking along the road, the sun was slanting, and the bright scene fell on the top of the nearby tree. It was warm and warm. Xianpan Mountain was getting farther and farther away. Zisang said something silently to the mountain. Amitabha, let the Bodhisattva bless her mother, and she must hurry down to join her.

She silently said a word about Amitabha again, and she made a speech with the Bodhisattva and the Buddhist gate on the mountain.

The host said, you are going to enter the world, others enter the Buddhist gate, you are escaping the four elements, and you are leaving the Buddhist gate, it is desire, joy and sorrow.

In the boundless sea of ​​bitterness, sailing in a flashy boat.