Chen Changsheng asked: "Xuanmen talks about Taoism, Buddhism should be reincarnated, how many lifetimes of suffering can you have to practice before you can become a true Buddha?"
Monk Wu Nian said: "One calamity lasts for one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years."
"It took more than 20,000 years to realize the great success of the human world. As of now, it is still one life away."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Will he suffer for another life? Be a compassionate monk for another life?"
Monk Wu Nian murmured softly: "Amitabha, this is indeed the case."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "I am not as good as you when it comes to Buddhism, but in Chen's opinion, the world's immortals and Buddhas are all inseparable from the human character. One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years, there are countless reincarnations. I'm afraid it's hard to achieve true results through compassion in this life, so Chen wants him to see his true self in this last life, what do you think?"
Monk Wu Nian smiled kindly, knowing that he had no choice.
"What Benefactor Chen said is absolutely true. I wish he could commit less murderous crimes."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Chen is not a murderous person."
Monk Wu Nian said: "This poor monk has thanked the benefactor on behalf of all the Buddhists in the world."
Chen Changsheng was a little curious after hearing this, and asked: "In the blink of an eye, Buddhism has long since disappeared from the human world. Aren't you afraid that all this will be in vain?"
"For all sentient beings, the Buddha may perish, but the Buddha nature will never."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said: "In that case, Chen will not ask any more questions. Chen does not want to get involved in your Buddhist affairs."
"Thank you, donor."
Monk Wu Nian said, then raised his head and asked, "Have the original cause of Almsgiver Chen come to fruition now?"
Chen Changsheng paused after hearing this. He shook his head and said, "Yes, but it doesn't count. It's still chaos."
Monk Wu Nian smiled kindly and said, "The donor must have made a decision in his heart."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said with a smile, "What decision do I have?"
Monk Wu Nian said: "Compared to the last time we met, the donor this time seems a little more carefree. I guess he has let go of some things."
Speaking of this, Chen Changsheng replied: "I'm letting it go a little bit."
At least he got the answer he wanted.
There was an explanation for the passage I saw in the Jishi that day.
Two thousand years of great tribulation, the Purana Sutra, including Yu Xuan, all have answers.
In comparison, it is much easier.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Old monk, since you have been in this world for so many years, have you ever seen her before?"
"We have met several times." Monk Wu Nian said with a smile: "The first time, I took away several magical weapons from the poor monk."
Chen Changsheng laughed and said, "This is in line with her temperament."
"The fate between the donor and her is like dew. Although it is fleeting, it is capricious between day and night. The poor monk has never seen such an extraordinary fate."
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen thinks that my fate with her is like a calm lake. If you throw a stone, it will make waves. But if I sit still, maybe it will just be calm."
Monk Wu Nian said: "Almsgiver Chen has seen much more clearly now."
Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter who you were in the past years, but that is all in the past. Chen must be his true self in this life and not talk about anything else."
Monk Wu Nian looked at him and just said softly: "How could it be so easy before cause and effect are resolved?"
Chen Changsheng said: "If I don't want to, even if God is in front of me, Chen will not give me any face."
Monk Wu Nian nodded and smiled, and then said: "I hope the donor can really do this."
He breathed a long sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the world.
"The fate between me and the disciples of the Buddha has been exhausted, and the poor monk can now be liberated here."
Monk Wu Nian said: "I hope the donor will take good care of him. It's time for the poor monk to leave."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Where are you going?"
"I have a method that can show that the passage of time is like a big dream that you never wake up from."
Monk Wu Nian looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "This poor monk will go to the bliss of the Western Heaven."
He closed his eyes and recited scriptures.
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and saw the calligraphy written by Monk Wu Nian on the scriptures appearing before his eyes.
"The name of this method is, "Past Sutra"."
After the old monk finished reciting, there was a complete sutra behind him, the Buddha's light shook, and the ray of golden light turned into dots of starlight, as if he had gone into a dream.
The place Wu Nian went to was a temple thousands of years ago.
That's where he was born.
For him, this is the ultimate happiness on earth.
Chen Changsheng took a quick glance and memorized all the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.
After a brief review, this "Past Sutra" is indeed the Buddhist method, but in fact it is just a false method. It is nothing more than a big dream, and there is no return.
Just like people immersed in the memories of the past before death, after reading it, they can leave happily.
Chen Changsheng stood up and left, taking a few gulps of wine into his mouth as he walked.
He actually didn't understand why the old monk could persist for hundreds of thousands of years. In his opinion, maybe the old monk should have gone crazy.
But think about it, otherwise how could the old monk leave only a trace of his soul.
There was peace between heaven and earth.
And Chen Changsheng also calmed down and started playing.
Walking around, seeing all the great mountains and rivers, and sometimes tasting the various flavors of the world, I had a great time.
Qingtianyou saw so many things along the way that it made his eyes dazzled. After meeting many musicians in various places, his knowledge in music theory also increased a lot.
He can finally do something that interests him.
This man and this demon originally planned to take a tour of this human world.
Until one day, a soul fell into the world, and that ray of golden light fell into Chen Changsheng's eyes.
He lowered his head again and cast his gaze on a house on Nanman Road.
"Wow, wow..."
Then a baby's cry reached Chen Changsheng's ears.
"Much earlier than Chen expected."
On that day, there was purple energy coming from the sky, and the child was born with a vision of heaven and earth.
Qingtian You looked at this scene and asked: "Who was born? There is such a vision."
"You've seen it before," Chen Changsheng said.
"I have seen?"
Qing Tianyou was puzzled, and he followed Chen Changsheng's footsteps towards that house.
From a distance, when they saw the baby carried out of the room, Qingtian You was stunned.
"It turns out to be him!"
A lonely figure appeared in Qingtianyou's mind. The young man was talking nonsense and accompanying the corpse.
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen will stay here for some time."
Qingtian You thought for a while and said, "I also want to take a look at this little guy."
