Ning Zhiheng's mood at this time is extremely excited, this rosary hand string is like a key to open the door of the mysterious world.

The linden tree was his central secret, and he felt vaguely that it was even more important than his life.

With the bodhi tree, he has been essentially different from thousands of living beings. It was also his first step into the mysterious world.

Holding the rosary string tightly in his hand, he took a deep breath and calmed his emotions quickly. Turned out of the shrine dedicated to medicine Buddha, came to the main hall.

Seeing Ning Zhiheng coming in, the monk smiled at him and said, "Benefacter, this Fahua Buddhist Temple is in disrepair, which makes the benefacter laugh!"

This knowledgeable monk is not a snob, but he is not a snob. The monks are barely living, and they are forced by the hard times to hope that the pilgrims will give more.

He wanted to let Ning Zhiheng more incense money, but Ning Zhiheng began to spend money, then it seems to despise the fahua temple dilapidated, let the monk is very embarrassed helpless.

Ning Zhiheng raised his rosary string and asked in harmony, "I don't know which master this rosary belongs to. Can I visit him personally?"

The rosary is certainly not an object, so there must be something remarkable about the owner. He felt there was not a shred of possibility he could let go.

Maybe we can get more information from the owner and find more of the same artifact.

"This, this string of beads ~ ~," the monk, seeing the beads in Ning Zhiheng's hand, was puzzled: "This seems to be master Hongyuan's beads, but Master Hongyuan passed away two years ago."

Monk Hongyuan is a very common old monk in Fahua Temple. I've been practicing in this temple. Until he died of a very old and very ill age, and so on.

The monks had nothing, and even when they died, they left nothing of value. I don't have more than a few belongings. This rosary hand string is one of them, usually no one noticed, did not expect now Ning Zhiheng asked, some reaction at that time.

"What a pity it is to die!" Ning Zhiheng was very disappointed, "That he has left what relics, I respect the Great master Hongyuan very much, want to ask a few more of his belongings sacrifice."

The monk could not help laughing. He said that the name of Master Hongyuan was what I had just told you. Where did he come from?

Besides, you ask for the relics of Master Hongyuan. What relics did master Hongyuan, a poor monk, have left?

"Monks work hard and have nothing. But Master Hongyuan has left a few things. Donor, please wait a moment." The knowledgeable monk was determined not to let the donor leave empty-handed.

He motioned to Ning Zhiheng to rest a little, turned around and soon took out a tray, on which was put a cassock and a wooden fish.

In fact, When Ning Zhiheng opened his mouth to ask about relics, he knew that the hope is not great. An old monk who passed away for two years is a relic, and who will deliberately save it.

Like the rosary hand string, is not conveniently placed in the insignificant place, blind dust.

If he had not mentioned it himself, he would have been forgotten by the people long ago. Where could this knowledgeable monk go to find it?

The monk soon took out his relics. The cassock was starched clean and the wooden fish was still bright.

Ning Zhiheng judged that they should be commonly used in ordinary times. I'm afraid there is little possibility that they are really relics of the Master Hongyuan.

He also did not say broken, or a glimmer of hope of the hand to take over. As he had expected, there was no connection between the two relics.

He looked a little unhappy and said: "It seems that or no, that is not trouble."

The monk, who has been dealing with pilgrims and believers for many years, is naturally a man of good words and good looks. See Ning Zhiheng face is not good-looking, immediately the heart is empty.

To tell you the truth, there are no relics of Master Hongyuan anywhere, but they are just to be used. It's all personal stuff. Can you tell if it's real?

But the benefactor did notice, and apparently changed his attitude.

Ning Zhiheng did not say much, today has been a harvest, has been very satisfied.

He simply took out a wad of banknotes and put them in the merit box, which of course were incense money for the rosary in his hand.

The monk was still a little embarrassed, I do not know how to talk.

Can see this is a stack of banknote into the merit box, suddenly filled with joy, that point of embarrassment has long been thrown to the cloud nine.

"Amitatu Buddha, the benefactor is devout and diligent, and you have performed great merit and virtue. The Buddha will bless you, eliminate danger and difficulties, and everything will be all right!" Put your hands together and give a deep salute.

Ning Zhiheng also did not answer, returned a gift. He turned and walked out of the temple.

The monk looked at the back of Ning Zhiheng with some doubts. Although he was young, his temperament was calm and his manners and words brought him inexplicable pressure.

And the rosary bracelet is obviously not valuable. But he was unconcerned with a large sum of money.

"Not like a dealer in antiquities?" He muttered to himself.

The old monk opened his eyes and slowly opened his mouth and said, "This is a layman with great wisdom and practice."

The knowledgeable monk looked at the master, who had always been quiet, and suddenly spoke out these words.

Ning Zhiheng did not want to delay a moment, go out to call a rickshaw, directly back to home.

Entered the door door door lock good, take out rosary hand string to look carefully.

He needed to find out which part of the rosary string would make a difference to his linden tree.

He disassembled the rosary string one by one. First he tried to feel each rosary, and sure enough, he thought, they were all hardwood, nothing unusual.

Finally, all that was left was the band, an ordinary one, about three centimeters long, dark yellow in color. It is no different from ordinary beaded ornaments.

When he held it in his hand, he finally felt the feeling again.

My thoughts were involuntarily drawn into the consciousness of the spiritual platform in my mind. The sound of chanting became more and more loud, and the green light of the linden tree became more and more bright.

The shadow of his mind sat cross-legged as usual, and as he chanted, the tree shook gently, and a small green leaf slowly gathered on the branch and grew and expanded.

After a long time, Ning Zhiheng stopped chanting. As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked up at the linden tree and saw exactly what he wanted to see.

There was another green leaf on the branch, and now there were seven. Only this green leaf is much smaller than the original six. But it's still growing and should soon be just like the other six.

One problem he found, however, was that without him reading the scriptures, the growth of the green leaves was slow, almost imperceptible.

But if he recited the Sutras at the same time, the green leaves would grow much faster. Not only had he just recited another Sutra, the green leaves would have grown again.

It seems that the growth of linden tree and ning Zhiheng oneself still have very big relationship. After all, this is his conscious space, his home field.

The bodhi tree is also dependent on his spiritual world, or his will.

At this time, a group of glittering and translucent light group appeared under the bodhi tree, floating gently in front of Ning Zhiheng.

What's this? This is exactly the same as yesterday when Yuki Yanagida's spiritual light group appeared. Is this also a memory light group?

Ning Zhiheng and yesterday, the finger touched the light group, that instant that light group instantly burst out, into countless pictures, like a slide in front of Ning Zhiheng quickly played flash.

This is an experience of an ancient monk, but the images are far more detailed than Yanagida's short screenshots.

Born as an orphan in the late Tang Dynasty, he was taken in by itinerant monks. And then roam the world and suffer.

Finally, he settled down in ganan Temple in Luoyang and spread Buddhism widely. Fame gradually spread and eventually became a monk of our time.

The master lived to be eighty-eight years old, which was certainly a very old age for his time.

When he died and was incinerated, he got fourteen sarira bones. The band in Ning Zhiheng's hand is one of those 14 sarira.

Originally these fourteen sarira were enshrined in the temple of Canaan. But later in the war, the Temple of Canaan was destroyed, the fourteen sarira scattered and lost.

The sarira was taken away by the monks at the time, and finally placed on this rosary string. After a while, passed to the fahua Temple monk Hongyuan hands.

Now finally to the hand of Ning Zhiheng, a picture of the origin of this sarira show clearly.

Then these images are transformed into countless glittering points of light flying towards the bodhi tree, instantly blending into it.

The bodhi tree suddenly no wind fluttering, happy trembling. The seventh green leaf on the branch finally fully formed.

But this was not the end of it. A new green bud began to grow on the branch, and it was clear that this time the sarary had brought great benefits to the growth of the bodhi tree.

Ning Zhiheng can clearly feel that the energy contained in the sari is a lot, but also need to be slowly absorbed in the later time.

As for why sheri passed on so many more memories than Yuki Yanagida?

Ning Zhiheng guessed that this should be from yanagida yuki spirit energy is weak, and is forcibly absorbed by the bodhi tree, so can pass out the memory is very few.

But sarira is not the same, Ning Zhiheng can clearly feel, in this sarira bone contains a very large spiritual energy, after all, this is a generation of monk life buddhist practice essence concentration, and ordinary people are completely different.

Its attached spiritual brand incarnates the situation of countless points of light scrambling to merge into the bodhi tree, just like children who have been wandering for many years to return to their mother's arms and finally find their own home. It was completely voluntary!

The difference is huge!

Exit consciousness and return to the real world. Careful inspection of the hands of the sari, found that the original dim yellow color has obviously changed, now the sari obviously become milky white ying Embellish.

Now even an ordinary person can see that this is anything but ordinary, as if Cinderella had shed her pretence of ordinariness and become something beautiful.

He found a strong string and tied it around his neck. Put it in the back of your clothes and wear it next to your body so you can tap into the energy.

The harvest was so great that the linden tree had a clear direction for growth. We just need to follow this line of thinking.

Find enough treasures that contain the spiritual energy of a buddhist monk. Ning Zhiheng believes that the bodhi tree will eventually grow to a qualitative change of the pole, then will bring him a great surprise!