C745 Wind and Cloud Meeting

About three kilometers from the center of Kathmandu, there is a temple called Svayanblat, one of the oldest Buddhist shrines in Asia, built in the 5th century AD. Since the beginning of the construction, the mountain road in front of the gate had been trampled by Buddhist monks who came every year.

Swayenblatt means, in Nepali, "autogloss." Since there are hundreds of wild monkeys fed regularly by monks, some people call them "monkey-temples".

The base of the tower is covered with a white hemisphere. The height of the tower is 10 meters. The first level of the pedestal is round in the symbol of "earth"; the second is square in the symbol of "air"; the third is triangular in the symbol of "water"; the fourth is umbrella-shaped in the symbol of "fire"; and the fifth is spiral in the symbol of "life". The tower is a square pedestal pinnacle, resplendent in gold and jade. A pair of Nepalese god's eyes were painted on all four sides of the tower.

The taper was made of thirteen layers of gold-plated rings, representing thirteen levels and knowledge. This was the way to Nirvana, with a huge gem embedded in the tip of the canopy, representing Nirvana. It was a pleasure to stand on the Suvayanbu and watch the Kathmandu panorama. When the weather was fine, the Himalayan Mountains could be seen in the tower.

And after many years of government construction, the Svayanblat Monastery was filled with Buddha statues and monuments. The fragrance of sandalwood diffused into the air. It was as if tourists were walking in the clouds of smoke. It was as beautiful as the holy realm.

However, there was a place inside the Svayanblat Temple that was obstructed by countless Tallinn's trees and was forbidden to visitors.

However, in this incomparably fresh grassland, there was no magnificent building that was built like the one on the outside. Instead, there was a simple and simple hermitage, and although this hermitage was simple, it seemed to be filled with energy as it cut across the sky and did not fall down.

At this moment, a white-robed young monk was sitting cross-legged outside the monastery. This monk looked ordinary, but his eyes were clear and full of spirit. There seemed to be lightning flashing within his eyes, but there was also a sense of compassion. At this moment, he clasped his hands together, staring at the wild flowers in front of him in a daze, seemingly deep in thought.

"Jia Shi, come in!" Just as the young monk looked dazed and like a smile was about to bloom on his face, a voice suddenly called out from the temple. The voice was so soft that it could not be heard.

To the person who interrupted his meditation, the monk showed no impatience. He bowed to the few wild flowers on the ground, got up, and walked into the monastery.

The interior of the temple was as simple and crude as it appeared to be, and there was only one dim yellow oil lamp in the room. Although the light was weak, it still gave a sense of tranquility to the people inside.

An old monk was sitting on one of the prayer mats. The old monk was like a Jia Shi monk, all wearing spotless white robes, but the white robes he wore on the ground made the thin monk feel extremely loose. The mountain wind blew through the grass, causing the white robes to sway in the wind, as if it could blow him away at any time.

The old monk's eyebrows and beard were all white, his age unknown. His face was filled with wounds, some of which were even dripping with blood, as if they had just appeared on his body. If an ordinary person were to see this ferocious looking old monk's incomparably thin body, they would have thought that the old monk was a zombie.

But in reality, he was not a zombie. When he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, the old monk slowly opened his closed eyes. His eyes were like that of a Jia Shi monk.

After slowly sweeping a glance at Jia Shi Shen, the corner of the old monk's mouth slowly raised into a smile. The smile was extremely merciful, and with the appearance of this smile, it was as if the light inside the temple had brightened up by a lot. The smile was extremely merciful, and with the appearance of this smile, the light inside the temple seemed to have brightened up.

When he saw the white robe the old monk was wearing, his smiling face immediately froze, and his expression became extremely serious. He then slowly kneeled on the other cushion and stared at the old monk without saying a word, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"Just now, you were watching the flowers bloom and fall outside the house. Did you understand the feeling that Jia Ye had when he was smiling?" After a moment of silence, the old monk slowly spoke. His voice was gentle, without the slightest ripple, as if he was an ordinary teacher giving guidance to a junior.

For a moment, the monk's throat moved. With a sad face, he said softly, "How can the Art of the Ancestor be so easily obtained? I have thought about it for a long time. Although I have feelings for it, I have yet to find the true meaning behind it."

"There are many good things in the world. Some people are born knowing them, and some people will doubt them even after they die!" If you have it, you have it. There is no need to break the Ring to fool me. "I was born stupid. Even though I've worked hard for half a generation, I've gained nothing in the end. These are the laws of fate set down by the Venerable One …"

"Master, your injuries will heal after a little recuperation, so nothing will happen to you. All of the seniors outside the temple will gather the herbs, and I will bring them over later. Master, you will be able to recover after drinking the medicine!" Jia Shi San slowly shook his head, took a glance at the outside of the temple and then spoke in a deep voice.

The old monk smiled and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Under the dim light, the monk's hands were extremely thin and shriveled. The skin around his bones was like crumpled paper and did not have the slightest bit of elasticity.

Seeing the appearance of these two hands, Jia Shi San's face was filled with grief, crying silently, but his eyes that seemed to flash with lightning was suddenly filled with grief, as two drops of tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes onto the old monk's haggard hands.

"Life, old, illness, death, separation of love, hatred and vexation, begging not, five things flourishing. Buddha says that life is eight hardships, but in addition to suffering, I have also tasted the other seven kinds of hardships one time! "Even if I die, it can be considered as my revenge." The old monk raised his hand and wiped away the tears on Jia Shi's face. With a silent smile, he continued, "Do you know why I called you here?"

"I don't know!" The monk lowered his head, shaking it. He tried his best to make his voice calm, but the sadness in his heart could not be wiped away. Instead, his words became more bitter.

The old monk slightly smiled, then said, "My loneliness is approaching, calling you to come is naturally to explain what will happen in the future."

"My fellow seniors have already gone to fry medicine. Master will definitely be able to recover from your illness and speak of such words for no reason!" The monk shook his head, trying to force a smile on his face, but the smile he forced out was even uglier than crying.

"Foolish child, Master has already tasted the bitter taste of life, what else is there to linger around!" The old monk smiled and waved his hand. After coughing twice, his expression became extremely solemn. He looked at Jia Shi Zian and said in a deep voice, "You must keep the next words in your heart, and you can do them if you want. Don't bother about my aftermath!"

"Snow moves Mount Kunlun, dragon rises from China, land of buddhism, light reappears! Go to Lumbini and search for Duo Mu and Bai. He will help you finish what I left you. " The old monk slowly finished reciting the Sixteen Gathas, his face regained his composure. He reached out his hand to stroke the top of Jia Shi monk's head, and said slowly, "I am using the Four Great Priests as my body. "If there is no purpose in the previous stage, then the blessings of sin will also be annihilated …"

The sound of his voice gradually faded until it was almost inaudible. Then, the entire temple became completely quiet. The old monk also slowly closed his eyes. His body was like a wooden sculpture, not moving at all.

The oil lamp's radiance trembled before it slowly extinguished. Behind the monastery, the Himalayas suddenly began to emit rumbling sounds as countless chunks of snow began to fall from the sky. It was a sight to behold.

After hearing the avalanche sounds, the many monks inside the Svayanblat Temple immediately changed their expressions. They didn't care about the response of the tourists as they rushed towards the monastery. They understood that this avalanche represented the passing of the old monk.

After a long while, he slowly reached out his hand and gently caressed the fierce wound on the old monk's face with his trembling fingers. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that if he wasn't gentle enough, the old monk would feel bone-piercing pain.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up, no longer paying attention to what was happening behind him, nor did he care about the strange looks the monks gave him from outside the temple. He then quickly walked toward the outside of Swayenblatt's temple.

The monks looked at the scene in front of them, their faces full of confusion. They couldn't understand how the one they respected the most, Junior Brother Jia Shi, could become like this, not even bothering with the remains of their Master's death, rushing out of the temple. It was incomprehensible.

"..."

Within the temple hall of Lumbini, the bell tolled suddenly without wind, and the Bodhi tree born of Sakyamuni swayed incessantly in the wind. Leaves clashed against each other, creating "hualala" sounds. In the clouds above the Bodhi tree, a rainbow of colors suddenly appeared.

"The chiming of bells, the shaking of the Bodhi tree, and the piercing of the rainbow — which monk of Nepal has passed away?" Lin Bai's expression suddenly changed as he saw the strange phenomenon that had occurred in the sky. He turned his head to Chen Baian and said in a low voice.

Chen Baian shook his head slowly, but there was a trace of solemnness on his face. What was going to happen next?