Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"Wat Pho. "

The three words on the plaque represent the name of the temple.

In fact, the temple is somewhat dilapidated and remote.

It is not far from the 'Great Leiyin Temple' re-established by Mo Yu, not far away, just 108,000 miles.

"Wat Pho, it's a good name. "

Mo Yu lowered his head and chuckled, and then took the lead in stepping into the gate of this Buddhist temple.

What catches your eye is a Buddhist temple compound that is still slightly dilapidated, with the blue bricks on the ground and the courtyard wall next to it, as if it has experienced the baptism of time.

It's all a little dilapidated, but the compound is very clean, and it seems that someone cleans it often.

A few steps further on, there is a wall on which there once seemed to be depictions of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Vajra, and the like.

But now that it has been eroded by the years, it is no longer possible to see the original faces of those creatures.

And turning around this separation wall, is the main hall of this reclining Buddha temple.

The main hall is still dilapidated, the temple is already ancient, and the incense is not vigorous.

Even the ashes in the incense burner in front of the main hall have been around for a while.

The whole temple is full of the word 'poor'.

If it weren't for the corner of his eye to see some green vegetables planted under the low wall on the periphery of the Buddhist temple, Mo Yu estimated that the monks here would have starved to death.

The divine thought swept over, and there were two breaths of life in the main hall, standing in front of the door of the main hall and looking towards the main hall, and saw an old monk and a young monk.

The old monk was already in his prime, and his entire old face was already full of wrinkles, but there was no half of turbidity in his eyes.

Dressed in a patched robe, he sat in front of the Buddha statue, beating a wooden fish and reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

It is the Three Tibetan Sutras.

This is a true believer in Buddhism, and now it has only been a few days since the Buddha told the Three Tibetan Sutras.

Unexpectedly, in this remote temple, there are monks who have begun to recite the Tripitaka Sutra.

But in this endless Buddha country, there are few people who believe in Buddhism.

It is truly dedicated to the Buddha.

The Buddha statue behind the old monk has long been dilapidated, and he can't even see the face of the Buddha enshrined.

But what is certain is that it is definitely not a black robe or a lawlessness.

Although the Buddha statue is broken, you can see some remnants of golden lacquered paper, and it is obvious that this Buddha statue was once a large golden Buddha.

And in the entire Endless Buddha Country, perhaps only here is the Golden Buddha, and the rest of the place is all black robes.

In fact, Mo Yu had noticed this before, and on the low wall outside this Buddhist temple, some golden Buddhas were depicted, and many pictures of monks purifying sentient beings were engraved.

"In the Buddha country established by the black robe, it is rare to have such a Buddha heart. "

Mo Yu chuckled, the corners of his mouth curled a little, and this was also the reason why he would come to this Reclining Buddha Temple.

The old monk finished reciting the Sanzang Sutra and began to close his eyes for a short time.

And sitting opposite him was a little monk.

The little monk is ordinary, but very excited, and at this time he is also beating the wooden fish to recite the Sanzang Sutra that the old monk just now.

Then he asked.

"Master, the disciples have read this Buddhist scripture!"

The old monk opened his eyes when he heard this, and his old face was full of smiles.

"Oh, how does it feel in vain. "

The little monk replied: "I have benefited a lot! I just think that this is the real Buddhist scripture!"

"That's right. The old monk smiled very happily and sighed with some emotion, and said: "This is the Buddhist scripture that really contains great merits, such a Buddhist scripture can make people good, and my Buddha can transform sentient beings." "

The little monk nodded, and he agreed with the old monk's words, but he quickly smiled bitterly.

"But Master, although Master felt that there was a problem with the Buddhist scriptures in the temple that day, and also felt that there was a problem with the black-robed Buddha statue, although the disciples also felt the same, but after we changed the Buddha statues and Buddhist scriptures, there was no incense at all, and we were hungry but not starved to death, but the temple had no incense, and I am afraid that it would not last long. "

The little monk's words are very realistic, after all, this reclining Buddha temple is in disrepair for a long time, and the Buddha statues are about to fall.

They obviously can't hold on anymore.

"But this is the Buddha, the Buddha in our hearts!"

The old monk's face darkened, but his attitude was very resolute.

Mo Yu saw it clearly, such a pair of masters and apprentices was really rare in the endless Buddha kingdom that was once controlled by the black robe.

It's a miracle that even they were able to show up.

In the entire Endless Buddha Country, countless living beings, only this pair of masters and apprentices can see the essence of the 'black-robed Buddha' in this Endless Buddha Country, and disdain to go along with the darkness.

"But Master, the Buddha statue you made yourself is going to fall!" The little monk was very aggrieved.

And this proves more and more that this pair of masters and apprentices are not simple, the Buddha statues are actually carved by the old monk with his own imagination.

"Talent, this is. "

Mo Yu was stunned in his heart, raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue again, and could even see a little bit of the Buddha rhyme of the mythical Xitian Rulai.

"Sure enough, I didn't come to the wrong place. "

Mo Yu looked at the little monk with a relieved expression, obviously having decided on the object of the Buddha.

The old monk was very uncomfortable at this time, after all, what the little monk said was also the truth, and he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and sigh, but when he looked up, he saw a figure outside the hall.

"Two donors, are you here to offer incense......

The old monk subconsciously spoke, but his expression was shocked.

It's no wonder, after all, since the establishment of this Reclining Pho Temple, there have really been no outsiders.

"Exactly. Mo Yu smiled as he stepped into the hall, and Xiong Da behind him followed.

And although Xiong Da's huge body made the old and young a little scared, the Reclining Buddha Temple had reached the point of life and death.

For the sake of incense, the master and apprentice forcibly suppressed the fear in their hearts, and greeted one person and one bear with some rustiness but very warmly.

Mo Yu sat on the futon that the little monk brought for him, and the old monk opposite him was shocked at this time.

"Is the donor really willing to fund the old monk's reclining Buddha temple?"

The old monk exclaimed, in addition to shock, more than surprise.

He was so surprised, just because Mo Yu had already explained just now that he would fund their Reclining Buddha Temple.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

The old monk said a Buddha call in his heart, the arrival of Mo Yu, for them, it was really a charcoal in the snow.

"Exactly. Mo Yu nodded with a smile and said, "Outside the hall before, I have already felt the profundity of the master's Buddhism, and I have this intention, the Reclining Buddha Temple should not be buried here." "

"Donor...... The donor is careless!"

The old monk was completely stunned, and he couldn't even speak, and even beckoned the little monk to prepare a meal.

It was the only way they could say thank you.