The abbot had just gotten up and glanced outside the temple gate. He almost fell to the ground again. "Amitabha, what's going on today? Another one is here!"
It turned out that the monk who called himself "Rangoon" outside the gate looked inconspicuous, but under the observation of the "Heavenly Eye", he was clearly a divine monk who had attained "Anagami" and was only one step away from "Arhat".
In terms of status in Buddhism, he was even higher than the Divine General Sangha. Even in this Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, it was very rare.
"General, you're really forgetful. You've forgotten about me so quickly!"
Abbot Rangoon slightly lifted his bamboo hat, revealing a young and handsome face. Even if Li Qingshan's memory wasn't sealed, he might not recognize him.
In the battle of Black Cloud City, he sacrificed himself to attract the Light of Guidance, severely injuring the incarnation of the Demon God, and winning precious time for Li Qingshan.
And he was originally an eminent monk of the Pure Land School, so this Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss was the most suitable place for cultivation. He had successfully rebuilt his golden body, and his cultivation had reached the next level. He had already gone through six heavenly tribulations.
"I'm not a general, and I don't know you!"
"Egg" put his hands on his waist, puffed out his chest, and said arrogantly. But in his heart, he was panicking. This monk was really familiar. He had probably seen him in one of his nightmares.
That was almost one of his worst dreams. He fought on a bloody battlefield, and countless people died tragically. The enemy was so strong that it made people despair.
He originally thought that as long as he stayed awake, he could stay away from those nightmares.
"You don't know me, but I know you."
"Stinky monk! Damn bald donkey! Go away, I don't want to see you! "
"Egg" waved his hand angrily, and huge trees rose from the ground, isolating Abbot Rangoon outside the gate.
Everyone was shocked. This was the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss of Amitabha. This, this, this … was simply "scolding a bald person in front of a monk".
"You don't want to see me, but I have to see you."
Abbot Rangoon didn't need to use the "Heavenly Eye" to see that the tall and mighty "Divine General Sangha" looked exactly like Li Qingshan. He walked into the temple, and all the huge trees automatically parted to make a path for him.
Step by step, he walked in front of Eggsheng and observed his expression. He vaguely guessed that there was something wrong with his memory.
"Eggsheng" clenched his teeth and stared at Yangon like an enraged little beast. He had never met such a powerful person in his life, except in his nightmares. It was a nightmare that had come true.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Abbot Yangon suddenly bowed deeply. "I have an important request!"
In the entire Elysium, there was probably only one person who could do this.
This was related to the White Bone Bodhisattva, and even more related to the path and future of the entire Pure Land Sect. He had always been brooding over it. Not only could his cultivation not improve, but it also gradually regressed.
It wasn't until he arrived at the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss that he felt slightly relieved. After attaining the Anagami Fruit, he couldn't help but start searching for the answer.
How did that person degenerate into a White Bone Bodhisattva?
Eggsheng was taken aback. This was not the same as his usual nightmare. "Get up! Are you so sure that I'm that general? "
Abbot Yangon raised his head and looked past 'Egg' into the magnificent and majestic Mahavira Hall. Amidst the green smoke, the golden Buddha's eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling.
Namo Amitabha, if I'm looking for a secret that I shouldn't know, please use your divine light to stop me!
He held his breath, as if waiting for the judgment to come, but nothing happened.
So he said, "Follow me, you'll know at a glance."
The layout of this temple was very large. It had everything, such as the Heavenly King Hall and the Arhat Hall, worshiping all kinds of gods and Buddhas. And as the guardian deity of the monastery, the Sangharama Hall naturally couldn't be lacking.
Although it was only a side hall, the courtyard was majestic, solemn, and spotless. Other than the Sangharama God sitting in the center, there were dozens of Sangharama Gods lined up on both sides. Each of them was lifelike and majestic.
At the very end, there was a brand new statue. It had red hair and red eyes. It held its head high and was in high spirits. The nameplate beside it was engraved with three big words — Li Qingshan.
Now in the entire Elysium, there was such a statue in all the temples that worshiped the Sangharama God. That was why Abbot Yangon knew of his arrival and specially came to find him.
"Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan …"
Eggsheng looked at the statue in a daze. The cracks on the seal expanded rapidly. Countless memory fragments flashed. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny that it was him!
He had seen this face many times in his nightmares, in the shadows of swords and sabers, and in the eyes of his enemies that were filled with killing intent.
However, unlike him, that man seemed to be fearless.
That was exactly what he wanted to be!
Eggsheng suddenly looked back. "If, I said if I was Li Qingshan, what do you want me to do?"
"It's not convenient to talk about it here. You have to follow me to a place. You will know when the time comes."
Eggsheng almost agreed immediately. He had a feeling that as long as he followed this monk, he could become "Li Qingshan" and completely get rid of those damned nightmares.
He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly saw the old couple outside the Sangharama Temple. They were looking at him eagerly, hesitating and not daring to enter.
Thus, he lowered his head and no longer looked at the statue. "I can't go with you. I want to go home."
He clearly remembered that every time he woke up from a nightmare, they would always accompany him. There was no exception.
Abbot Yangon was a little surprised and fell into deep thought.
The night was dark and the bright moon hung high in the sky.
In the melon field, Eggsheng sat on a big watermelon the size of a calf. He stared at the bright moon without the slightest hint of tiredness. He repeatedly recalled the experience during the day, especially the statue of "Li Qingshan".
Is that my original appearance?
At this moment, he heard a rustling sound. The old couple walked along the ridge of the field one after the other.
He waved his hand impatiently. "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm going to sleep now. Don't keep rushing me!"
The old couple looked at each other. "Kid, you go!"
Eggsheng was shocked. "Where am I going?"
"To find that master. Sigh, seeing you have nightmares every night, we feel terrible! "
"I thought you were possessed and even begged Buddha to protect you. I didn't expect you to be one of Buddha's generals. Buddha probably doesn't want to see you slacking off and not working. We begged Buddha, but we might end up harming you instead."
"Sigh, Buddha has so many generals. Why can't he let you go?"
The old couple nagged. Eggsheng felt a surge of warmth in his chest. He pursed his lips but couldn't say a word. He jumped down from the big watermelon, bowed deeply to them, and ran away with large strides.
The moonlight was as bright as day, elongating his shadow. Abbot Yangon stood alone in front of the temple, waiting. He looked a little compassionate. Wasn't this the paradise he had always yearned for? What else was there to ask?
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