百年虚云

By Buddha's son's womb wrapped in a coat to reveal a Buddha statue, the city is quiet for a week, the red candle is beautiful for seven seconds, the original legend of a generation of Zen masters, perhaps From the cry of this 120-year-old university student, you can’t help but think about being alone in the world of mortals, and you can’t help but be Xu Zhi. During the Daoguang period, there was a majestic heavy rain in the sky, as if to wash away everything in the world. Fujian Quanzhou pays, Xiao Yutang's wife, Yan Shi, is in labor, a bolt of lightning flashes across and suddenly fades into a lump of flesh, and seeing the strange and unusual limbs of the fetus, Mrs. Xiao is frightened to death, Xiao Yutang I have endured the pain and asked people to throw the meat balls out. It is difficult to walk on a rainy night. An unknown important man went to float, but he threw the bag away with a knife. With a cry and thunder, a generation of Zen master Xu Yun was born. When you were young, Xu Yun's signature was changed to an old saying, her mother died young, she always loved to be by her grandmother's side, and her grandmother liked to worship Buddha and chant scriptures, so the old saying would stay by her side, listening to the scriptures was a few years in the world As the old saying goes, I am eight years older, because I have been with the Buddha all the year round, I am very reticent..