"Puff--" Looking at the ceramic bowl in the box, Xie Lingyun squirted out a mouthful of water, it was really true!

It is rumored that more than 20 years ago, Qixia Temple stolen an important treasure, which was a bowl. It is said that it was one of the portable magic weapons of Master Seng Lang, the first ancestor of Qixia Temple thousands of years ago. After Monk Lang passed away, the magic weapon was placed in the relics tower and passed down from generation to generation until it was suddenly stolen.

The monks in Qixia Temple were extremely angry at that time. They searched for it many times but there were no clues. They scolded all the practitioners in Jinling City, which almost caused a big conflict.

Broken bowl? Who would have thought that this treasure from the ancestral courtyard of the Three Theory School was actually stolen by a group of unscrupulous and powerless mice...

"At that time, it was placed in the temple's relics pagoda. Once I accidentally snatched a little oil inside, and it became a sperm. Then I thought about it. Which sperm rat will become a sperm in the future? So I found a dark and windy night and called more than a dozen sperm rats to steal it quietly. We were afraid of being discovered, so the whole sperm moved to Yecheng Mountain."

Lao Xi said that, he couldn't help laughing several times, and then continued: "Later, anyone who has enlightened the spirit will drink a little bit, and it will indeed be able to become a sperm smoothly. After drinking for twenty years, there are more than 300 rat sperm that are still alive, and tens of thousands of them have enlightened the spirit. Lao Xi is greedy and has not been able to drink a pound, but it is almost over. Now the bottle has been pouring for a long time to pour out a few drops."

"This is a good fate." Xie Lingyun sighed very much, but remembered some historical materials about Master Senglang.

According to records, Master Senglang was slandered at the beginning of his youth and raised a monkey and a dog. They were both huge and yellow and red. They followed him from morning to night every day and would not hurt others.

Because Buddhism has a precept: "In the morning is the time for heavenly food, at noon is the time for Buddha food, in the evening is the time for animals to eat, and at night is the time for ghosts and gods to eat."

No matter which sect, monks eat one day and don’t eat it after noon. The same is true for Master Monklang, but his monkey dogs also eat the same food at the same time. When the master eats a bowl, he will give them the leftovers in the bowl. After all, the monkey will pick up the bowl and wear it, and then ride on the dog’s back and walk in front. If someone wants to take the bowl away, the monkey will shout loudly in anger, the dog will run wildly, and Master Monklang will let them make trouble.

In this way, the monkey dog ​​followed the master all his life until he passed away Nirvana. This incident was brought up as a beautiful story at that time and passed down.

If that's right, the bowl used by the master and the monkey dog ​​to eat is in front of you...

"Master, there is not much oil left. This broken bowl is a bit cold, but after all, it is something in the relics tower, so you can accept it!" Lao Xi hugged awkwardly.

Xie Lingyun looked at the rat spirits around him and suddenly realized a little. I believe Master Seng Lang was very happy to see that his bowl could help so many rats to achieve enlightenment and become magic. Moreover, this treasure could be stolen by them. Perhaps it was a kind of master's transformation. Instead of putting it in the relic tower for people to worship, it would be better to be stolen by a group of mice. The Buddha's heart is compassionate!

He couldn't help but say, "I don't want it. You can keep it yourself. Whoever wants to become a semen in the future? Keep drinking oil."

"No, no! There is no oil, there is only a little left. Give it to the king..." Lao Xi said anxiously with a sad face: "Our clan has enough rat spirits, but it lacks the method of cultivation. I can only hope that you can teach it. This is our gift, you must not accept it! This is the rule of our rat clan. If you don't accept it, it means that you will not teach us or cover us. Then the whole clan is shocked all day long, and there will be no more happy days. I, Lao Xi, are afraid that I will be scared to death, it is bitter!"

What else Xie Lingyun wanted to say? All the 100,000 mice screamed in a hurry when they saw this. It seemed that he did not accept the gift but was not favored. Lao Xi screamed again: "King, you can follow the customs!" It was so noisy that he was so quarrel that he stopped talking. He shouted: "Okay, stop arguing, I'll just accept it."

"Jizhi!" The mice, including Lao Xi, were cheering.

But he suddenly thought of something wrong and asked in confusion: "It doesn't make sense. You have eaten oil for more than 20 years, but the pound that Guang Laoxi ate can't even hold this bowl?"

Lao Xi scratched his head when he heard this, but he didn't understand it, and said, "We had been puzzled for a long time at the beginning, but we didn't think about it later. Anyway, we could pour it out."

Is there anything magical? Xie Lingyun bent over to look at the box, and then he saw clearly that the bowl was empty and there was no drop of oil. He picked up the bowl and felt a heavy feeling, which was far heavier than its appearance. He reached into the bowl and looked in, and it seemed that he had grabbed a handful of voids and could not touch the bottom of the bowl... What's going on? He immediately thought of a possibility, yes, take Sumeru into mustard seeds!

"Sumeri" refers to the largest mountain in the center of the world described in Buddhist scriptures, Mount Sumeru, which is located in the center of the world; mustard seeds refer to a small mustard seed.

The Bodhisattva put a Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed without any increase or decrease, thus showing the vast power of Buddhism. In the past, a Confucian scholar suspected that the mustard seed of Sumeru was, and a Zen master asked him: "Then where are the ten thousand books you have read hidden?"

The magical instruments that can contain Sumeru and mustard seeds have always been a treasure of Buddhism. Just imagine that there are many things hidden under the tiny appearance. What is that convenient? No wonder some masters practice all over the world, just a bamboo stick, a bowl, and a suit of scriptures and other things are all inside. Moreover, this kind of "supernatural power" is really effortless to display to the people. How many people can rely on me if they show their skills? If it is the authentic one, it is not difficult to understand why Qixia Temple is so angry...

This is a treasure!

"Is it true? Try it and you'll know!"

Xie Lingyun flipped the bowl over and over for a while and told the mice not to quarrel. He closed his eyes and stopped thinking, calmed down, and tried to establish a sense of emotion with it.

He couldn't even nag a few words without chanting any mantras. He could not nag a few words, "Tathagata Buddha, hurry up and order", but did nothing, and it seemed like he had encountered a hard rock, so he couldn't open the door. He simply recited a few words, "Open the door with mustard seeds", and then thought about the mystery of Sumeru mustard seeds, and gradually his mind seemed to be getting further and further away, and he saw another space, the space in the bowl!

Despite the pre-expectations, he was still shocked. The bowl was as big as a wing room. Of course, it was not a problem to load tens of thousands of kilograms of oil, but now only three or four taels of floating in the corner...

"Is this the king?" The mice were all quietly, but they looked at each other from time to time. Lao Xi was also confused and twisted his beard and was about to ask, but he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted "Stop!" and pointed the mouth of the bowl at the hill of medicinal materials with both hands. A light golden light burst out from the mouth of the bowl-

A strong wind arose between the sky and the earth, and whizzed over. The mice felt a little unstable under their feet. The strong wind seemed to blow them up and sweep them away. They immediately grabbed the ground with their claws in horror and let out a squeaking scream. Lao Xi was even more afraid and trembled. His fat hands and feet spread out to close to the ground, crying: "Good life, king!"

But obviously the target of the sudden wind was not them. The plants on the ground were blown up, aconite, native ginseng... the Polygonum multiflorum also floated up and all were swept into the bowl with the wind. In a short while, all the medicinal materials that were originally piled on the hillside had disappeared, and even a leaf was left...

Xie Lingyunfu closed the bowl with his palms in his heart. After being subjected to the force, it immediately shrank silently and deformed quickly, and turned into a ceramic bracelet of original color!

The Rat King Lao Xi was stunned. Until Xie Lingyun let out a light breath, the fat under his feet was stabbed. He jumped up suddenly, raised his arms and shouted: "The king has endless magic power!! Long live the king!!"

"Squeak squeak!" The hundred thousand mice were also boiling, and they raised their paws to worship him. The excitement was even more intense than stealing ten kilograms of rice. They kept calling and worshiping each other, but Yuanyuan, who was hiding in the grass in the distance, quietly leaned out to take a look.

"Uh..." Xie Lingyun was ashamed. It was not about his magic power at all. Instead, this magic weapon itself was so powerful. As long as it was established, ordinary people could activate it.

He naturally put the bracelet on his left wrist. It turned out that the four words "take the bowl and wear it" by the monkey after they finished their meal meant...

After a burst of joy and fighting, they gradually subsided, and the old man said happily: "We are really giving the right person this time, otherwise the pearl will still be covered in dust."

Xie Lingyun smiled. Instead of putting it in a box or a sacred tower, it was indeed better for him to use it. Perhaps one day, he could also "a bowl of thousands of family food, travel alone, and see the green eyes of people, and ask for the white cloud head."

Seeing the mice getting more and more excited, he did not forget to say, "I won't investigate the past, but don't steal things in the future, this does not comply with the rules."

"Don't worry, we are moral rats. We have never stolen wealthy families, not poor families. This is called robbing the rich and helping the poor-" Lao Xi looked as if a hero was a hero, patted his chest with a fat hand and said, "In the future, the king will do whatever the king told us to do." The rats around him all responded.

Xie Lingyun nodded. When talking about theft, he remembered another important thing and said, "You should know that Chaotian Palace urgently needs money because it was implicated in the recent tax pill theft case in the city. The warehouse of the Daolusi was still sealed and it was not open to someone to check it out, but I heard that they could not find any clues. No matter what, please help contact the rats in the city and find out the news for me, the situation on the night of the incident, the clues and rumors now... Is it okay?"

"No problem!" Lao Xi patted his chest even more vigorously. It was the most familiar to the entire Jinling City. As early as more than ten years ago, it was okay to go to the famous prostitute in Qinhuai River to steal a bellyband, or to the official's house and steal a black hat. What's the problem?

It stopped coughing and gasped, "Leave it to the mouse, I will go down the mountain to inquire about the news today."

"Well, be careful, don't reveal my existence first, do you know?"

Lao Xi responded, Xie Lingyun continued to give some key points, and then asked it to take the rats home. The rats worked all night and were tired enough.

Soon, he was the only one standing on this hillside, very quiet.

With an increasingly inseparable sense, Xie Lingyun looked at the medicinal materials in the bowl or bracelet, which were stacked neatly and orderly without any increase or decrease.

He looked at the blue sky that rose up in the sun, so that such beautiful scenery calmed down the excitement in his heart. The time of the Heavenly Palace was running, first "The Return to the Sect" and then the monk Lang's bowl... Later, Master Uncle, Hengbao and the others were surprised to see these medicinal materials. If he said that they were all picked by himself last night, would anyone believe it?

Cunning eyes.

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