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The eSports King's Crush - Chapter 1453

Published at 19th of December 2022 10:06:05 AM


Chapter 1453

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"it is good."

When Mr. An said this word, his voice was rough.

I thought that his grandson had really figured it out.

Until that little figure stood outside the courtyard of Bo's house, staring at the window for an entire afternoon.

Mr. An didn't know it, but he didn't seem to.

Qin Mo held an amulet in his hand and pulled his little panda suitcase with one hand. His ascetic little face was even more indifferent than before.

It wasn't until he got in the car that he said, "Grandpa, I want to go to Mount Wutai after returning to China."

"Wutai Mountain?" Mr. An looked sideways. After all, his grandson had never been interested in this aspect, Buddhism?

Qin Mo hummed, then looked down at the amulet in his hand: "Wutai Mountain."

Mr. an has never refused the request made by his grandson.

Especially at this moment.

Because when the grandson turned his head and looked at the receding scenery outside the car window, his head was drooping.

Three days later.

Mount Wutai.

There are not many people who come to worship.

Anyone who has read Buddhism knows it.

The first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year is the most prosperous day for incense.

But today, the seventh day.

The number seven has a general meaning in China.

But on this day.

above the long steps.

Thousands of steps.

A small figure, with an indifferent side face and thin sweat on his forehead, bowed and bowed as he walked.

A full nine hundred and ninety-nine worships.

Sweat soaked the sweater.

Her black hair was steamy.

But these didn't seem to affect his innocence.

Probably just too young.

The little novice monks watched it, and they all stood there watching.

There was still snow on the top of the mountain.

Snowflakes turn into water when they fall on the top of the head.

Seeing the figure getting closer and closer, the little monks ran into the temple.

"Master, master, there are people outside, there are people."

The old monk who knocked on the wooden fish put down the Buddhist books, and raised his eyes to look at the little novice monk: "It's frizzy, when will no one come to the mountain? Where are all the Buddhist books you read?"

"No, you go out and have a look, there is a child."

The little novice is a child himself, and he still calls others children?

The old monk shook his head, and brought out sandalwood all over his body when he walked around.

I didn't pay much attention at first.

When he saw the figure who was worshiping every step at a time, he paused for a moment, and then said "Amitabha."

The cold wind blew, and snowflakes fell on the figure's shoulders between the mountain streams, but the little boy's face was more eye-catching than the snow covered mountains.

That scene is very similar to Tsangyang Gyatso's poem.

He said: "In that year, I bowed my long head and crawled on the mountain road, not for the sake of worship, but just to be close to your warmth. In that life, I turned mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the next life, but for the sake of meeting with you on the way. You met each other. At that moment, I ascended to become a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy."

The old monk was waiting, waiting for that noble little figure to walk in front of him.

Qin Mo understood etiquette, even though there was sweat on his forehead, he still bent over halfway and called out: "Master."

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of pilgrimage, no matter when it is placed, this wish must be fulfilled.

The old monk lowered his eyes, but there was helplessness in his eyes: "Where did the little benefactor come from, and what do you want?"

Qin Mo pulled out a red string from around his neck, and an amulet was tied to one end of the red string: "Someone begged for this for me, can Master give me a piece of Buddha's words?"

"Do you believe in Buddhism?" the old monk asked.

Qin Mo shook his head: "I only believe in myself."

The old monk asked again: "Then why do you come to ask for the Buddha's words?"

"She believed."




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