Some things that everyone does become customs.

For example, chanting the Buddha's name, such as choosing how many days to eat vegetarian food within a year... These things make everyone more or less strange. When are you used to doing these things? To commemorate Lu Yuan Bodhisattva, and to become a monk for how many days?

As human activities, festival customs are often a reason to give people a busy or leisurely reason. Everyone gathers together to do something and enjoy socializing. As for why it is not important.

So customs are actually very annoying to some people. They don’t like socializing and don’t want to do things that are superfluous when watching.

But no matter what kind of person is, he is inseparable from the Pure Land.

The word Pure Land is vital, and it is difficult for anyone to say in a simple way what Pure Land represents. But it is obvious that a person who cannot enter Pure Land will be excluded. This exclusion does not come from a superior emotion, but is because of the generation gap. Talking reason with deaf people and showing paintings to blind people is useless.

If you do not enter the Pure Land, you will not know the heaven and earth.

Bodhisattva Lu Yuan created a world for the world. In this regard, commemoration, gratitude, and festivals are not excessive.

People always put all the praises on Lu Yuan Bodhisattva. It seems that it is not a cloud of history, but a bodhisattva is the long beam in everyone's heart.

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As usual, Li Dingxun recited "Nanmo Lu Yuan Bodhisattva" in his room.

The futon, incense burner, hanging paintings, and the quiet room were all available. The little child sat cross-legged, his voice squeezed out of his tender teeth, and he was not at all kept in his heart.

This matter became a very programmatic work. Li Dingxun heard a slight echo at some point, as if there was a transparent person in a corner of the quiet room chanting the Buddha's name.

The sound was too light, and he realized it now.

Li Dingxun squinted his eyes and looked around.

In the dark room, there was a faint smell of smoke, and there was some slight movement outside the room. The maids were cleaning up the bedroom, putting candlesticks, bottles, etc., and the impact of the equipment would make a fragmentary sound.

Anyway, the interior is very quiet.

A kind of quietness that can scare children to cry.

The moonlight was white and bright, and it was cast from the round window on the east wall. The shadow on the ground was in the shape of a pane, which was a continuous "blessing". The light tilted and shone on the foot of the wall, and the word "blessing" was also bent.

Looking at the round window, there were some mosquitoes flying, but they were also afraid of smoke, so they didn't come in and bite Li Dingxun.

After listening carefully for a while, there was no second person's voice.

So Li Dingxun recited the Buddha's name several times.

He told himself that there was no one. But another sound seemed to be heard in his ears.

Have to leave here.

Li Dingxun stood up and walked towards the door.

The gentle footsteps followed like shadows. Li Dingxun froze. The closer he got to the door, the heavier the second footsteps were.

Going back... the footsteps are indeed getting lighter.

Still have to leave.

Li Dingxun was silent, but he could not think of a countermeasure after thinking about it.

There is only one idea in my mind.

I don’t know if it was because of the strong thoughts that led to hallucinations, but in short, he felt something was shining.

It’s not that something is shining, but that the whole quiet room is shining.

The darkness faded away, but what was exposed was not the four walls.

The golden light is like a flame on a canvas, burning the surface of the world and presenting the real world.

Golden world.

Li Dingxun stared blankly at everything in front of him, everything that would never appear in his dream.

Mountains and seas, jewelry is piled up, and grass and trees are lush.

And the mountains at the center of the world.

Li Dingxun couldn't help but walk forward and headed towards the mountain because he saw something behind the mountain.

There is light, besides light, there are branches. Light is in the center of the branches.

The lonely world is just waves, coming and going, whirring.

Li Dingxun walked carefully. The waves on the sea made him feel that it was a piece of undulating and wrinkled cloth, so he stepped on it and did not sink. Looking at the vast world, he walked quickly, and all journeys were actively shortening, so that he could hear the strong wind blowing in his ears as soon as he walked out.

A strong sense of déjà vu kept coming to my heart.

He stepped onto a lot of mountains, with carvings, stone statues, and sentences everywhere on the road.

The statues are all Bodhisattvas with deer antlers, but he can't understand the sentences.

Some long and long speeches will have titles, such as "The First Edition of the New Diamond Sutra", "The Newly Edited Notes on the Lingyan Sutra", etc.

There are also some short ones. They are biography.

Most of these sentences are very popular and concise, but the amount of information is really large. Li Dingxun barely read a few articles, only knowing that this place is called the Pure Land of Holy Way, and there were fourteen people living there.

Are these statues and other things left by these fourteen people? I am so patient looking at the mountains and fields.

Continue to move forward, come to the foot of the highest mountain, and look up, the beautiful fragrance of flowers falls like rain, and dripping into the skin, Li Dingxun feels extremely comfortable.

He climbed a distance and encountered a large sea of ​​flowers on a mountain. Each blue cereal is like a moon in the water, floating and rippling, but it is so vital. Although the tough flower stems and petals are shaking, they do not mean to break and fall.

Li Dingxun wanted to pick one, but he was afraid that these flowers would blame him for his rudeness.

So don't pick it.

After climbing the mountain, I saw a huge statue of the god on the back.

Among the beautiful antlers, the pure white sun was already a little dim, and it seemed that it was about to get dark.

What is the pure land like when it is dark?

The white pearl of light dimmed, and then the Pure Land was swallowed up by the night little by little.

In the darkness, the pearls are like the moon, the dark purple dome is beautiful, the dark blue sea of ​​flowers sways, and the sea at the foot of the mountain is shining with rippling light.

The perfect place is beautiful no matter when it is.

Li Dingxun raised his head, and the night sky had a mysterious temperament, which was extremely attractive. The mountains on the skyline were like the seal of gems, clenching this amethyst tightly. Humans stood on the mountain, as if the dome was within reach, but he stood on tiptoe, stretched his arms, and his fingertips only touched the air.

After jumping a few times, stepping on a piece of gravel, Li Dingxun staggered and fell down the hillside.

There was no pain, just feeling like I was entering a roller, and Li Dingxun kept rolling down and then fell into a secret cave.

Bang!

Descending to the ground, a strong sense of impact, get up and patting clothes.

The dark cave was extremely narrow. Li Dingxun narrowed his eyes and groped around, and soon hit the wall.

There were small pits on the wall, and he carefully pressed the pits. These were engravings on the wall, not simple pits.

An illusory soul body emerged from the wall, and the tall cockscomb hat looked like a sharp knife, which scared Li Dingxun.
Chapter completed!