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Green Sword and Golden | | The arhat rushed forward and saluted, saying, "We are all devout disciples of Buddhism. We have heard of the name of Ci'en Temple for a long time. We have come here today to pay our respects to the temple." Master Yin Chan returned the salute with a smile and said, "How can the Ci'en Temple, a wild mountain temple, be called a'treasure shave '?". However, since the benefactor has come sincerely, I should accompany all the benefactors to have a look in the temple. Then the sleeve of the robe swung gently. The monk behind Master Yin Chan gave a gift to Luo Hanchong and the others. They dispersed, collected and lifted the hall, and lit joss sticks and candles. Suddenly, cigarettes curled up in the hall, and the air was purple. The two young monks brought tea, and the host and guest sat down separately. Luohanchong took a sip of the tea cup and suddenly felt the fragrance overflowing his mouth. He was in high spirits and unconsciously praised it: "Good tea!"! Good tea! Holding the teacup, Hu Ze squinted at the arhat and thought to himself, "What are you doing with this old monk?"? Don't do it yet! He couldn't hold back. Luo Hanchong completely ignored Hu Ze. He drank a few more mouthfuls of tea in succession. Then he put down the tea and said to Master Yin Chan with a smile, "Forgive me for daring. Isn't the elder Master Yin Chan, the abbot of the Ci'en Temple?" "I dare not." It's me. Dare to ask the name of the benefactor? Master Yin Chan asked back. My surname is Luo Ze. I've heard the name of Master Yin Chan for a long time, and it's like a thunderbolt. I'm really lucky to see him today. "Almsgiver Luo is flattered." Master Yin Chan looked at Luo Hanchong with calm eyes and said, "Almsgiver Luo, besides visiting our temple, is there anything else you want me to explain?" Luohanchong felt a shock in his heart: good eyesight! He thought for a moment and said,glass cream jars, "I have heard that Master Yin Chan has a deep understanding of Buddhism, a deep understanding of Zen, a familiarity with the manager, and a proficiency in Sanskrit. Therefore, I have come to ask the Master for advice on a mystery that I do not understand." Master Yin Chan closed his eyes slightly and said, "But I don't know what the benefactor's mystery means." "I'm afraid this is no place to talk," said the Arhat. As soon as Master Yin Chan opened his eyes,oil dropper bottle, his eyes sparkled: "The Pure Land of Buddhism is a place to speak everywhere. If the benefactor is not sincere.." Arhat Chong pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I am entrusted by the dead. Please forgive me, Master." Master Yin Chan was silent for a moment. He clasped his palms together and stood up. "Amitabha!"! Almsgiver, please come with me to the Buddha Hall. Luo Hanchong and Hu Ze walked into the Buddha Hall with Master Yin Chan. Two guards immediately sealed the door of the hall. Master Yin Chan first paid homage to the altar. Then he turned around and sat down on the futon. "Please speak, two benefactors." The arhat bowed to the lacquer and said, "This brother Hu has left a silk painting by his father. The object in the painting looks like a mountain but not a mountain, and looks like water but not water. It is complicated and confusing. The corner of the painting is marked with Sanskrit characters, which is puzzling.". When the Hu brothers' father was dying, he left a message that if he wanted to solve the mystery in the painting, he needed the master of Yin Chan in the Ci'en Temple. Therefore, I have come to Baocha today to ask the master for guidance. Then he motioned to Hu Ze to present the silk painting. Hu Ze heart is angry, Luo Hanchong this boy is simply bullying too much, if this silk painting is really left by Lei Zhenhuan, he did not become the son of Lei Zhenhuan?! Luo Hanchong made two gestures in succession, and Hu Zecai took out the silk painting from his bosom and handed it to Master Yin Chan. Master Yin Chan felt that Hu Ze was acting suspiciously in the main hall. When he saw Hu Ze's expression, Plastic Foam Dispenser Bottle ,Frosted Glass Cosmetic Jars Wholesale, he suddenly became suspicious. He took the silk painting with both hands and spread it on the futon floor, hoping to see the origin of the other party from the silk painting. Unexpectedly, as soon as the silk painting unfolds in front of us. He was deeply attracted by the mysterious and strange brush and the topsy-turvy Sanskrit scriptures, and fell into deep thought. Master Yin Chan is an eminent Buddhist monk with profound skills. His skills do not refer to martial arts, but to the knowledge of Buddhist scriptures. He studied at the Shaolin Temple in Putian. He traveled all over the world and read the Tibetan scriptures extensively. He was well-informed and knowledgeable. He became a good friend of Master Zhimo of the Kingdom of India, passed on the scriptures to each other, studied Sanskrit for several years, and had profound attainments in Sanskrit scriptures. Today, seeing the Sanskrit Sutra on the silk painting and the Sanskrit characters hidden in the brush, I feel very excited, just like a martial arts master who sees an opponent who can compete with him, and sticks to it at once. He was originally an eminent monk, with six pure roots and no distracting thoughts. As soon as he saw the silk painting, he immediately forgot the two benefactors beside him and their suspicions, and concentrated on studying the painting. Arhat Chong saw the appearance of Master Yin Chan and was secretly pleased.
He stopped Hu Ze, who was about to ask Master Yin Chan, pulled him outside the hall door, and then sent a signal to the guards to start. There was a commotion in Ci'en Temple. The disturbance soon subsided. Closed.. A notice was posted on the door to "pacify the people": The temple will be closed for three days to repair the hall. Master Yin Chan did not know all this. Master Yin Chan looked at the dark Sanskrit characters in the silk painting, which looked like a mountain but not a mountain, like a tree but not a tree, and explained them word by word in his heart: Zhang, Tang, Liu, Zhu.. Such words are not connected with each other and have nothing to do with each other. If you look at the Sanskrit scriptures again, the text is not written, the sentence is not written, and it is really hard to understand. Sanskrit is translated into Chinese, and the single word is translated into Chinese. There are many homophones, and each word has its own interpretation. Master Yin Chan frowned unconsciously. Suddenly his eyes brightened. There seemed to be flowing water communicating between the Sanskrit dark characters in the painting. Was that a route into the mountain? He suddenly realized something in his heart. However, he gazed and pondered for a moment, but felt otherwise. Master Yin Chan concentrates on the mystery of silk painting. Knock! Knock! Knock! Outside the Buddha Hall, there is a black-faced monk in his fifties. Pushing aside the two bodyguards who had blocked his way, he ran straight to the Buddha Hall. Senior fellow apprentice The black monk shouted and broke into the Buddhist temple. Shoot! Shoot! Luo Hanchong and Hu Ze, who had already been ambushed on both sides of the hall door, struck the black monk with their left and right hands. The black monk's feet did not stop, his shoulders suddenly sank, his palms turned over, and he made a move to "open the tablet with both palms" and took over the two palms. Four palms meet, "Bang!" "Bang!" Two rings. Arhat Chong felt a huge force coming towards him, shaking his body and taking a few steps backwards. He hurriedly made a "drop of a thousand catties". It was not easy for him to stand on his heels, but he felt that his chest was blocked and the pain in the tiger's mouth was about to crack. Over there Hu Ze has also leaned against the wall, wow to spurt a mouthful of blood, it seems that the injury is not light. The black monk used the Shaolin "Vajra Palm", and his skill was so deep that Arhat Chong could not help but turn pale with fright. His face was pale and he regretted that he had not sent a large number of military forces into the temple. It's too late now. Arhat rushed to take the extremely sinister hidden weapon of the school, "Chasing Soul and Feeding Poison Golden Needle", and waited for the Black Monk to attack. Unexpectedly.. After the black monk gained power,Cosmetic Packaging Wholesale, he did not take advantage of the situation to attack Arhat Chong. Instead, he ran straight to Master Yin Chan and shouted, "Elder Martial Brother!"! Something's wrong! 。 penghuangbottle.com | |
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