Cheng Ling smiled heartily and said: "Master Jingjia, don't refuse in a hurry. The Buddha said that all things are related by fate. It is fate that I can come to the mountain gate of Fanhua Temple; I know Qingya and Qingyi. Two sisters, it is the second bond; now I meet the master, it is the third bond."
"With these three conditions, I believe that the rare treasures I have collected will surely make Buddhists feel happy."
After saying that, without waiting for Master Jingjia to refute, he took out a few bamboo slips from his storage ring and handed them over.
Master Jingjia sighed secretly, secretly thinking that this person had such a smart mind that he actually used Buddha's verses to suit his liking. She didn't want to talk to him anymore, but when she glanced around, she happened to see a line of small characters written on the bamboo slip: Infinite Life Sutra.
She was shocked. The Sutra of Infinite Life is a secret treasure of Buddhism. The original copy has been lost for countless years. Currently, the version collected by Fanhua Temple is only the version recited from memory by later generations of disciples. A lot of content is missing, which has been regretted by all the sect leaders of the past generations. .
Now that he saw the bamboo slips in Cheng Ling's hand, although he couldn't see the full picture of the scriptures, he must be able to take it out and it would definitely not be a trick to fool people. For a moment, he hesitated.
Cheng Ling observed her words and expressions and keenly felt her entanglement. He deliberately used his right hand to separate the three volumes of bamboo slips and lay them flat in front of Master Jingjia so that she could see more clearly.
"This... this... this is the Heart Sutra, and the Myoho Lotus Sutra. It's really incredible. Where... did you get it from?"
Cheng Ling smiled and said: "Junior, I got it by chance. Master, you also know that I am a Taoist disciple and have no interest in Buddhist classics. After much thought, only Fanhua Temple is worthy of possessing these three precious classics, so I went to all the trouble. I want to give it to you with my own hands.”
"Not only that, I have heard from the two junior masters Qingya and Qingyi before that they went to the bloody wasteland, firstly for training, and secondly to obtain the supreme classics of the noble sect, the Sword Code, which has been lost for many years."
"But the two young masters don't know that the sword code is divided into two parts. They got the first half, while the second half of the sword code was obtained by the juniors by chance. Take this opportunity to return it to Fanhua Temple! "
After saying that, he handed over the three volumes of bamboo slips and the second half of the sword canon.
Master Jingjia's heart stirred up huge waves. The Heart Sutra, the Infinite Life Sutra, and the Myoho Lotus Sutra were all the highest Buddhist scriptures, especially the Myoho Lotus Sutra. It was rumored that they recorded the supreme skills of Fanhua Temple and the Ten Thousand Flower Sword. The law is inherited from the same source.
It is conceivable that if the Myoho Lotus Sutra can be lost and recovered, what level of strength the disciples of Fanhua Temple will reach. The master will also have a lot of confidence in surviving the fourth decline of heaven and human beings, not to mention that he can also assemble a world-shaking sword. Code.
Who is this young man in purple? Unconsciously, I completely grasped my pulse and couldn't think of any words to refuse.
She took a deep breath and said: "This matter is of great importance and I cannot make the decision. Please wait for a moment and report back to the sect leader before making a decision!"
Cheng Ling smiled handsomely and said, "Master, please excuse me. I'm waiting here."
Master Jingjia looked at him deeply, and after a moment, turned around and left in a hurry.
After Cheng Ling watched her leave, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He made it impossible for Master Jingjia to refuse, and without any conditions in advance, he acted like a free offering, disrupting the other party's Taoist mind.
This can be said to be a kind of inner battle, because he knows that people in Buddhism attach great importance to cause and effect, and they dare not get involved easily.
I believe Master Xianhui cannot refuse such a big bait. Once
Accepting these rare treasures he offered would invisibly create a crack in her Taoist heart, making her feel indebted, which would be extremely detrimental to the fourth decline of the Heavenly Man.
Sure enough, only an hour passed before Master Jingjia turned around again. This time, her attitude was much better. She bowed to Cheng Ling first and then said, "Donor, the sect master has invited me."
Cheng Ling smiled indifferently and said, "Thank you very much. I'd like to ask Master to lead the way."
Master Jingjia nodded briefly and said, "Please follow the poor nun closely and don't get lost."
"Yes, junior understands!"
Immediately, Master Jingjia took Cheng Ling and slowly walked up to the Vine Bridge.
Cheng Ling only felt that he had entered a misty space, and his consciousness and vision were greatly restricted. He did not try to open the Holy Eye of the Netherworld, but followed Master Jingjia unhurriedly and continued to move deeper.
At this moment, if you make the slightest mistake, your previous efforts will be in vain.
After walking for more than half an hour, the vine bridge seemed to have no end, but I heard a sharp roar in my ears. At first, I just felt it was noisy, but the further I walked, the stronger the sound in my ears became. At the back, there was actually It has turned into bursts of roar.
"Relax your mind, ignore those sounds, and focus your soul next to your ears, and you will feel much more relaxed." Master Jingjia obviously sensed Cheng Ling's change and reminded her.
Cheng Ling nodded and immediately followed her instructions. Sure enough, after a while, my ears felt much more comfortable, but I felt that the ground I was walking on was getting lower and lower, the moisture in the air was getting heavier, and there was more inexplicable pressure pressing on my body from all directions.
He did not panic. Instead, he relaxed and resisted the heavy pressure while following Master Jingjia closely and continued to move forward.
Time passed slowly, and I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly, I felt as if my body had passed through a thin film. The roaring, roaring in my ears, and the heavy pressure on my body had all disappeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and saw a fairy-like scene in front of him. In the far distance on the left, right, and front three sides, there were faint mountain peaks. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, surrounding a huge plain area.
On the plains, flowers are planted everywhere, colorful and fragrant. In the center of the plain, there is a giant tree like the one outside the mountain gate, but the crown of the tree is not as huge as that one. Looking around, you can vaguely see the scene in the distance.
Master Jingjia took Cheng Ling along a path in the middle of the flower field, heading straight towards the giant tree in the center.
After taking away a stick of incense, they came to the giant tree. Under the canopy of the tree, there were five futons more than one foot high. On the futon in the middle, a woman wearing a plain robe and long hair shawl sat with her back.
On both sides, there are two other women, one is a middle-aged nun wearing a monk's hat and a kind face, and the other is wearing a pale pink dress similar to Qingya and Qingyi, with long hair shawl, and a very beautiful appearance. The only difference is that he wears a bun on his head.
Cheng Ling was confused. Except for Master Jingjia and the middle-aged female nun, these four women could not be seen to have anything to do with Buddhism at all. Could it be that those two were just disciples, but it seemed that they were different from the seats. picture.
While I was thinking about it, a voice like a silver bell came: "A distinguished guest is here. Fanhua Temple is honored to be here. Fellow Taoist Cheng, it has been hard for you to come from afar, so please sit down for a moment."
After the words fell, the woman in the middle slowly turned around and faced each other.
Cheng Ling looked intently and saw that she had a beautiful face, picturesque eyebrows, and tender and smooth skin, white and rosy, extremely attractive, showing a hint of mature and charming style.
, but there is a hint of majesty and a hint of sadness between the eyebrows, which makes people want to hold her in their arms and love her wantonly at the first sight.
Judging from her appearance, she was only twenty-five or six years old at most, which was very different from the imagined leader of one of the four major sects of Buddhism.
Master Jingjia skillfully took out a table and a futon from the storage ring. She served tea on the table and motioned for Cheng Ling to sit opposite, while she walked to the first futon on the left. Sat down.
Cheng Ling smiled slightly and saluted the four seniors before sitting down in the most chic manner. He looked up at the woman in the middle but said nothing.
The woman nodded slightly. The sunlight penetrated through the canopy of the tree, leaking out a few rays of afterglow. One of them happened to shine obliquely on her beautiful face. From a distance, it looked like it was coated with a layer of light golden Buddha light, which made people couldn't help but feel a twinkle in their eyes. The urge to worship.
Cheng Ling's heart shivered and he quickly collected his thoughts. By this time, he could completely confirm the woman's identity. She was undoubtedly Master Xianhui. It is not easy to use this ray of sunshine to create an atmosphere that makes people look up to the mountains.
Master Xianhui smiled slightly, blooming like a flower. The monk who came to her, even a strong man in the Nirvana realm, could not recover in such a short period of time. This young man was indeed extraordinary.
After a short pause, she said: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, poor nun Xianhui, these two are Master Mingkong and Master Mingzhi."
Cheng Ling bowed slightly and said, "I have met a few teachers."
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Cheng wanted to give the three scriptures and the second half of the Sword Code to Fanhua Temple. I am very grateful. The ancient Qingdeng Buddha will definitely burn three notes of Buddhist incense for you one day to thank you for today's kindness."
Cheng Ling didn't show any clues on his face, but he was cursing secretly in his heart. This nun is beautiful, but she is too sinister. With just one word and three injections of Buddhist incense, she wanted to send this young master away. It was like a dream!
He said calmly: "If you give up big, you will get big, if you give up small, you will get small. Everything is destined. These rare treasures obtained by the younger generation are destined to the Buddha. Naturally, they should be presented to your nunnery. The lord of the sect will burn incense three times in front of the Buddha. Cheng Mou May it be enough."
After saying that, he took out the few volumes of scriptures and the second half of the sword canon from the ring, and gently placed them on the table.
Master Xianhui was shocked. Cheng Ling said it lightly, but this made her feel a little sorry. Having a predestined relationship with the Buddha is just an excuse. There are so many things in the world that have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Do they all have to be donated to Fanhua Temple?
If she accepted these rare treasures, she would be tainted with cause and effect. Originally, she wanted to use three incense sticks to test Cheng Ling's intentions, but she didn't expect that the other party would not pick up the fight at all and did not say any conditions. From this, it can be deduced that, The plan is very big.
After pondering for a while, she added: "All appearances are false, and all conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning. Treat it as such."
The meaning of this sentence is that if one does not cling to all material fame and fortune in the world, he will not be controlled by material fame and fortune. It is precisely because people pursue these sensory things that they become unhappy. This is a metaphor for Cheng Ling's bad intentions. Use Buddhist treasures to pursue things outside yourself.
Cheng Ling refused to give in and said with a smile: "The heart is not the heart, things are not things, the heart is higher than the things, the heart is the heart, the things are things, the heart and the things are one, the heart and the things are one. Living in the world is like being among thorns. , If the heart is not moving, people will not move rashly, and if they are still, they will not be hurt; if the heart is moving, people will be moving rashly, and the body will be hurt and the bones will be hurt."
Similarly, Master Xianhui clearly wants to get these rare treasures, but he is afraid of being tainted by karma. What he wants is just for performance. In fact, your own mind is already unhappy. As the saying goes: It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, it's your heart that moves.
