Chapter 228: The body resembles the immeasurable Buddha in the West (Part 2)

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In the 40th year of Wanli, Feng Shike, then the Chief Secretary of Yunnan and right counselor, chose a scenic spot in Jizu Mountain and built Xiyin Pavilion for Zen Master Benwu to live.

Later, Zen Master Benwu practiced meditation and studied the scriptures deeply for more than 20 years. He commented on "Zhao Lun" with his master, Master Suo'an. Suo'an dictated it, and Master Benwu immediately transcribed it. There is not a word wrong in the whole text. Feng Shike It is said that he has done his duty and has not given up to the teacher.

But few people know that during the twenty years that Master Benwu lived in seclusion in Jizu Mountain, he not only read Buddhist scriptures through Hao Shou Qiong Sutra, but also wandered among landscape paintings every day - he also had a great time because of Feng Shike With his strong recommendation, he quietly met Mu Changzuo, the head of the Mu family and the crown prince's Taibao, and was ordered to investigate an unsolved case that was rarely circulated in Dali but had been longed for by the court.

It was a calm and rainy day. It was a rare good time in spring in Yunnan. Birds gathered on the sandy site and wild flowers danced in front of the eyelashes. Youth was so vivid that even the old and heavy area of ​​the Duke of Guizhou Mansion was The dark plaque seems to be about to emerge from the increasingly decaying and decaying wood with a new and thin ray of vitality.

The servants led Zen Master Benwu through the corridor and courtyard in silence. Ruoyou Ruowu's wailing sounds floated in the air, and paper dust clung to the splendid carved beams of the golden walls everywhere, until an old man kept coughing and spoke with silk Juan covered her mouth and slowly walked out of the inner hall.

"Monk, why are you here?"

Zen Master Benwu was also very shocked by Mu Changzuo's personal appearance.

Because this old man with fierce and domineering eyes should have been in retirement for a long time, but because his eldest son Mu Rui, Duke of Guizhou, was imprisoned for the crime of "losing his seal" while fighting the enemy, he had to take charge of Mu Rui again. The palace also had to find ways to please the court.

Here the sky is high and the emperor is far away. As the feudal lords of Yunnan, the Duke of Guizhou family holds the hereditary "fat job" that is envied by countless people. In its heyday, the treasures and gold shells filled the treasury and was almost rival to the heavenly government.

The octogenarian knew best that it was such a happy, prosperous and comfortable environment that almost destroyed the Mu family in the early years of Wanli - he did not want to be stared at by the emperor anymore.

However, since Mu Ying's second son Mu Sheng was granted the title of Duke of Guizhou, the Mu family has gradually declined as time goes by. Mu Ying's descendants are addicted to pleasure and corrupt, and Mu Changzuo's predecessors are even more unwilling to make progress. , it was not uncommon for the entire Mu Prince's Palace to harm the people and enrich themselves, harass the local area, rape relatives and sisters-in-law, and seek brother's property. They even sent spies to spy on the capital, which almost caused a huge disaster.

All causes and effects were spinning like lightning, and after one breath, his heart felt as still as water. Zen Master Benwu, who was still middle-aged at the time, respectfully replied with a very subtle reason: "I came here to repay the kindness of my country."

This answer is very clever.

It was not because of Feng Shike's recommendation, not because of fear of the Duke of Guizhou, or because the monks had ambitions for fame and fortune. Zen Master Benwu seemed to be talking about himself, and also seemed to be talking about an old man, so that even an octogenarian heard it. Yan stared at the Taishi's chair, and his breathing became slower and heavier.

The servants almost fled in panic, but Zen Master Benwu happily bathed in the cold and stern gaze without saying a word.

After a long time, the octogenarian man hummed as if nothing had happened: "What a great country man, are all monks so sharp-tongued? I would like to see how your skills are better than your eloquence."

The octogenarian man kept silent and ordered someone to carry out a box of ancient documents from the inner hall. Dust suddenly rose up in the air, as if it had startled the wild beasts in the dust. Facing the spring sun, it was about to pounce on people's faces. The people's solemn steps showed difficulty, and they probably knew that the things inside had been prepared for a long time.

"Look, my son's life depends on you."

The octogenarian has sharp eyes, and the years of power he has held make his movements look like axes and instruments of torture, and people are just fish on his chopping board.

Zen Master Benwu suddenly had an illusion, as if the old man was a beast dormant in the mountains and forests. He was already old and lazy, but he had sinister ambitions nourished by the dark mountains. Behind his gentle manner, there was an increasingly uncontrollable violence and rapidity in his heart. The desire to consume flesh and blood.

But Zen Master Benwu is not afraid. Those "consciousnesses" transformed by delusional thoughts can no longer block the basic wisdom.

For the sake of his legitimate son's life, the octogenarian will not waste any effort on him - Mu Rui's crime of "losing his seal" is not a sin in itself. The root cause does not lie in his fearfulness, but only in him. With the Mu family's unique way of doing whatever they want.

The key to the octogenarian's ability to securely hold the position of Duke of Guizhou for almost the entire Wanli Dynasty lies in his ability to control his fangs. At least in terms of subduing his own mind, the old man is not inferior to Zen Master Benwu.

"This is... a memorial to Fu Tianxi in Dali?"

Zen Master Benwu's doubts were reasonable. The word "Fu" was scrawled in red on the document.

Since Fu Youde was executed by Emperor Hongwu, the founding heroes were not allowed to have ancestral halls until the Jiajing Dynasty. Therefore, the names of other members of the Fu family have not been allowed to appear in the eyes of officials for a long time.

However, in the 16th year of Zhengde's reign, the imperial court ordered the establishment of Fu Tianxi Temple in Dali.

"Exactly. In the early days of Hongwu, the former Yuan Dynasty King Liang invaded Yunnan, and Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with him. Since then, Yunnan has always been a serious problem in the southwest of this dynasty..."

The old man spat out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, cleared his throat and continued, "Until September of the fourteenth year of Hongwu, in order to get rid of this serious problem, Emperor Hongwu ordered Fu Youde, Lan Yu and my ancestors to set out from Huguang to conquer Yunnan. In February, they defeated the king of Liang. In July, everything is safe, so we can return to the army."

After the Battle of Baishijiang in Qujing, the former Yuan Dynasty Liang King who refused to surrender finally came to an end. According to the "History of the Ming Dynasty: The Secret Biography of Balzawal": "The governor of the former Yuan Dynasty could not do anything and burned his dragon robes." He drove his wife and son to Dianchi Lake to die, and at night he went into a thatched hut and meditated."

However, the old man told Zen Master Benwu that after the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty knew that there was no way to recover, he still sent a group of light cavalry to break through the encirclement overnight and rushed straight to the boundary of Dali. Fu Youde, the general who conquered the south, was worried that he would secretly communicate with Duan, the general manager of Dali, and cause trouble again behind the army, so he sent his fourth son Fu Tianxi to lead his troops to chase them all night long and make sure to annihilate them all.

However, the anxious troops of King Liang did not march along the official road. Instead, they suddenly took a small road halfway. They even split up their troops many times to take risks to attract attention. The main troops abandoned their horses and turned around to dive into the high mountains covered with weeds. among.

Fu Tianxi did not dare to disobey because of his heavy duty, and immediately pursued him. He also abandoned his baggage and armor and continued to chase the remnants of the Yuan army in the barren mountains. The remnants of the Yuan army continued to fall behind, and Fu Tianxi found that they did not carry any marching provisions. He only found some strange Mongolian handwritings from them, which were also mixed with patterns of Xixia characters.

After two days and two nights of arduous trekking, the Yuan army finally couldn't hold on without sleep and food, and fell on the edge of a mountain. Not far away, the giant trees in the mountains could not see the light of day, and the last few Yuan soldiers blew the whistle. Horn, after seeing the fireworks rising from the mountain, he drew his sword and killed himself with a weird smile, leaving only Fu Tianxi and others looking at each other.

A year after this incident, Fu Tianxi reported what he had seen on his trip many times, claiming that there were countless monks' bones scattered in the deep mountains, and that many handwritten classics were burned that day. It was extremely suspicious, so he committed suicide. Please be the governor of Dali.

Many people in the court wanted to use this as an excuse to eradicate the Duan family, but Fu Tianxi insisted that the Qingqi of the former Yuan Dynasty King Liang had no intention of fleeing to Dali from the beginning to the end. Their destination was the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests, in order to secure those classics. It has been completely burned and destroyed, so he will definitely commit suicide after taking one look at it.

Fu Tianxi was worried about the bizarre things he saw that day. He repeatedly described many strange phenomena to Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang through his father Fu Youde, and claimed to have grasped some clues. The reason why the former Yuan Dynasty King Liang behaved so suspiciously was because in the end of the Yuan Dynasty, all the previous Liang kings were there. Secretly but continuously, monks were exiled to the darkness of the deep mountains and valleys.

After several in-depth investigations, Fu Tianxi discovered that someone was forcing the monks to build magnificent halls in deep valleys, copy numerous scriptures, and dig an astonishing number of Buddhist caves.

Deaths never stopped in this place of exile, because some people forced these devout monks from different sects to meditate and worship Buddha there day and night, and even mixed sandalwood ghee with mind-stimulating drugs until they were The terror in the mountains and forests drove them crazy, or their bodies were taken over by unknown things, leaving only countless weird and ferocious Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the same place.

"[If you don't see the true Buddha, you won't be able to achieve liberation], I don't know what it means."

Fu Youde wrote in his memorial that every night in the past few decades, the helpless monks could only light lamps and stand back to back, chanting sutras all night long to drive away fear, but their chanting was still mixed with hysteria. There were strange screams and roars, as well as deformed figures that kept disappearing and flashing around.

The sight of red candles filling the valley late at night was like wildfire. The local mountain people saw it and thought it was a miracle of Bodhisattvas appearing. However, no one knew that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas whom the monks had prayed for for many years never showed up when they were in danger. Save nothing.

Fu Tianxi's behavior revealed an aura of mystery. He continued to write down the investigation results into memorials, and presented them to Zhu Yuanzhang through Fu Youde. This naturally attracted the attention of Emperor Hongwu, and soon people such as "Former Yuan Guoshi Tai Seng" The anecdotes of "The Kingdom of Buddhism opened in the sky in Dali" and "The Valley of the Corpses of Thousand Monks" have become popular stories in the capital, attracting the attention of many people.

More and more people began to believe that there were good things in that valley that would make the Mongolians look at them.

However, even if Fu Tianxi searched day and night, he still could not know their more precise purpose. He could only infer from the behavior of "losing power with leniency" in the BC Yuan Dynasty. These Mongolians, who regarded ruling the world as herding and did not care about it, could actually do it. Over the course of several decades, thousands of monks were secretly sent to Jizu Shanyin, which must have their ulterior motives.

During this kind of persistent and obsessive research, Fu Tianxi went to Jizushanyin alone several times. He seemed to be infected by certain things, and his behavior became elusive. Lingding's narrative contains a bit of weird yet self-consistent logic amid the madness.

Unfortunately, not long after that, Fu Tianxi, who was still serving as the governor of Dali, encountered the riots in Jin'an in the Yunnan-Guizhou area. As the battlefield gradually became unfavorable, someone advised Fu Tianxi to escape at night. Fu Tianxi stopped writing and said: "Why, you are going against the plan. I will defend Zhili." If the name is not fulfilled, the emperor's kindness is very great. If I don't kill him to save him, what's the point of repaying him."

After that, he took off his armor for some unknown reason, went to fight the rebels naked, and eventually died in the battle. After the war, he was hastily buried by the locals.

This matter should have been settled here, just like whether Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty, it became an unsolved case. However, for some reason, it was rumored that before Fu Tianxi died, he wrote a batch of unsent letters. The memorial was secretly buried by officials long before his death, and it recorded the findings of his last in-depth investigation.

From Hongwu to the Jiajing Dynasty, the court would still ask whether Fu Tianxi's death could be verified from time to time. Among them, Wu Zong was the most curious and even sent Wang Shouren. It seemed that the court's award for erecting a temple was just a signal. They always believed that the suspicious Fu Tianxi did not Death, it's just that he changed his appearance before Fu Youde was executed, and continued the unfinished investigation incognito...

"These are the memorials I collected with great effort, how do you think?"

The old man raised his eyes and looked at Zen Master Benwu. He tapped his index finger with wrinkles on every inch of his skin and said in a deep voice, "I am not interested in these secrets. I leave them all to you. The safety of my son now depends on you." It’s up to you.”

Zen Master Benwu had no intention of turning over the memorial, and said calmly: "What happens can be done, but misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable."

A vein appeared on the temple of the octogenarian, as if he was trying to endure his temper. In the end, he did not look at the document, raised his eyes to the void on the roof and said coldly.

"I didn't ask you to divination! How can you, a wild monk, understand the thoughts of the people in heaven?"

Zen Master Benwu didn't notice it at first, but when he recalled it one time, he quietly discovered that the octogenarian probably had never touched Fu Tianxi's memorial as he said. Because his eyes, which were alternately dazed and alert at that time, clearly revealed the deep vigilance and fear.

On that day, Zen Master Benwu left the Duke of Qian's Mansion with the broken memorial. He could still hear the wailing coming from the inner hall. The warm spring sun outside the door gradually became cold, making Benwu feel sad. The sleeves of Master Wu's broad robe felt as if a poisonous snake had penetrated him.

Regarding the investigation of Fu Tianxi's memorial, the old man did not wait for the answer he wanted after all. It was just that it was not the old man who died, but Mu Rui, whom he tried his best to rescue, who died of illness in prison soon after. Naturally, there was no one after that. What sad person would be interested in asking about the contents of these ancient memorials.

But what Zen Master never expected was that he would be involved in the tragic deeds recorded behind these memorials. Seeing the bones turning into mountains, he didn't know who could act so cruelly and regard human life as such a trivial matter. If he hadn't happened to meet the guidance of an expert from the outer sect, he would have been plagued by inner demons for the rest of his life. If you are sleepy, you will linger on Jizu Mountain, looking for the Mahayana method that can truly liberate the Pure Land among the old papers.

Starting from one cause, thousands of fates arise. In order to save the souls of Jizu Shanyin, I spent thirty years of hard work without a Zen master. First, I taught a disciple who was most likely to find out the truth, but this disciple He was infected by evil views before he set foot in the forbidden area, so he had to travel thousands of miles to Tiantai Mountain to seek the method of confession. At the same time, he also informed the elders of the Tiantai Sect about the tragedy in Jizu Mountain Yin.

The head of the Tiantai Sect who was familiar with this matter also knew that this matter was not trivial. Countless eminent monks and virtuous men among them had turned into ghosts and could not be reborn in the Paradise, so he proposed another solution.

According to the records of Samantabhadra's Practical Vows, when the Buddha was practicing in the Karma, he peeled skin into paper, pricked the blood into ink, analyzed bones into pen, and wrote sutras, accumulating as much as Sumeru, which is the best way to gather merits and samadhi and reduce disasters and sins. Yan.

To this end, the Tiantai Sect sent monk Jingwen from Yingfu Temple in Nanjing. This monk only studied the Lotus throughout his life and copied a copy of the Lotus Sutra with blood. Perhaps this blood-copied book was sent to Yunnan Chicken After the Siddhant Temple in Zushan, we can make a difference. Unfortunately, monk Jingwen died midway. Fortunately, Xu Xiake and his servant escorted this blood sutra all the way. Finally, in the eighth year after the death of Zen Master Benwu, it was delivered to the hands of the successors of Xitan Temple, Hongbian and Anren.

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Sometimes it is quite interesting to listen to the old people reminiscing about the past, especially when the narrator is old and even the original listener is dying, the whole story becomes even more vivid on the page. superior.

Master Anren didn't know why he talked about old things. This pain was transferred from Zen Master Benwu to Master Anren. These years have been buried deep in his heart. Even Abbot Hongbian only knows a little bit about Xuenihongzhao. Today, in this ferocious and strange Buddhist cave, I can finally tell outsiders without any scruples, but it does not resolve the current predicament at all.

Thousands of corpses gathered in the mountains and forests, and gray mist fell from the sky. Luo Shuang'er's already pure and pure figure was covered with a cold and ruthless veil, and even her cold expression gradually became unrecognizable.

On the one hand, she looks like a quiet girl, on the other hand, she looks like a ferocious beast. Such a scene in the ordinary wilderness, where good and evil are naturally distinguished, can be set off against the four surroundings of the sky and the earth. The end of the grass and leaves, and the beauty and ugliness of good and evil are reversed.

Sometimes, when everything loses its order, everything suddenly stops. Not only do the front, back, left, and right of each other suddenly blend together, but even the heights and heights in space begin to blur. Everyone could only feel that the unmoving front cliff platform in front of them gradually tilted and collapsed with their gaze, and continued to rise and rise until it turned into a dangerous peak that went straight into the sky, serving as the battlefield for beast fighting that attracted everyone's attention.

"Female donor, you are well."

On the mountain made by the heart, even when facing Luo Shuang'er, who was full of murderous intentions, Dharma King Miaobao still looked compassionate and wise, and his bulging cheeks were as fearless as a lion. No matter from which angle he looked, He is gradually breaking away from the appearance of a mortal, and is getting closer to the majestic and miraculous appearance created by the magical power of Buddhism.

Luo Shuang'er came with a sword but didn't say a word. Her cold gaze didn't stop at Dharma King Miaobao for a moment. She walked straight across the long distance and looked at Jiang Wen who was hiding in the cliff cave. As his sight spread out, it was A murderous intention that is intertwined with love and hate is almost visible to the naked eye.

Dharma King Miaobao moved to the left and blocked Luo Shuang'er involuntarily, but his body gradually became unstable. It was as if the tall and straight figure he had been standing in during all kinds of fierce battles was now suddenly on the verge of collapse.

The Tibetan Dharma King felt that something was wrong. As he stared away with vacant eyes, he felt that the pair of sharp eyes that were coming towards him and passed him, which should have been full of love, suddenly turned into sharp eyes in her hands. The sword's continuation unreasonably separates the obstacles in front of it, completely shattering them into chaos.

"Get out of my way..."

With a slight scolding, Karmapa Miaobao felt that the distance from his left shoulder to his left side was suffering from the severe pain of being severed from flesh and bone. It seemed as if an extremely cold sharp blade was passing through his body, taking away the temperature, and accompanied by The splattered blood dyed red, forming a dividing line between death and fracture.

The severe pain caused Dharma King Miaobao's eyes to be involuntarily stained with a trace of bright red blood. Everything is in a dangerous situation created by the heart. One wrong step may lead to catastrophe. The premonition of danger approaching quickly also constantly reminded him. , we must immediately stay away from this precept between life and death, and stay away from this painted ghost in front of us who is just a beautiful girl!

Although Kundalini Yoga is turbulent and violent, the blazing things have their source and cannot arise from the void for no reason. Once the five rounds and seven meridians are cut off, the body will no longer be able to rise up with raging fire.

Dharma King Miaobao suddenly froze and stood on the spot, but unexpectedly, Dharma King Miaobao suddenly woke up in front of the severe pain of cutting his body, and he had no intention of retreating at all.

The Kundalini Yoga posture suddenly appeared, and the magic wheel in the body of the Miaobao Dharma King began to rotate, controlling the rise and fall of the wind and the elimination of sin obstacles. A powerful force was generated from the shoulders to the elbows, from the elbows to the palms, and suddenly hit the emptiness in the sky. at.

No need to be surprised, a sharp sword light bloomed from the void inexplicably, stinging the eyes of all onlookers. Even Jiang Wen had to admit that his martial arts, which was specially derived from Yixi things, From head to toe, there is an evil spirit that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth!

However, I saw the lion-like face of the Mystical Treasure Dharma King gradually glowing, and his inner pain turned into happiness. The fear from the outside world could not affect him, and the pain in his body could not make him succumb. This Tibetan Dharma King had already faced the darkness and Death eliminates the fundamental fear in the heart, leaving only the determination to generate light and benefit all sentient beings!

Is this to feed a tiger with one's body?

Or are you cutting meat to feed the eagles?

Everyone's hearts were full of doubts, because from their point of view, the sword shadow that flew by at high speed had undoubtedly risen and flown back without any resistance, and it was nailed to the chest of Dharma King Miaobao. .

In order to swing this sword, Luo Shuang'er even exerted all her strength to attack, leaving only her toes on the ground, building the fulcrum of delicate balance on the enemy's chest and heart!

Maybe it was because the sword move was too fast. It was not until this moment that the brilliance of the sharp sword bloomed in Luo Shuang'er's hand. It struck the line from the left shoulder to the left flank. The sword move was so fierce and fierce that it almost touched her. The boundary of human vision swings out at an imperceptible angle, delineating the huge gap between armed and unarmed!

Pinzhao exclaimed, but Jiang Wen held him firmly in place because he saw Luo Shuang'er from the front for the first time, showing obvious signs of decline when he drew his sword.

The end of a powerful crossbow could not penetrate Lu's silk, and the powerful crossbow before firing could not hurt the weaklings either. The killing sword had not yet shown its due elegance, but was firmly restrained by Dharma King Miaobao with his palms clasped together in front of him.

The unspeakable thing is here. The unforeseeable move of Dharma King Miaobao first deceived Luo Shuang'er's meticulous and sharp sword intent, and then happened to intercept Luo Shuang'er's only way to draw the sword, making the sword useless at all. Advancing and retreating, he miraculously cracked the Dugu Nine Swords that were supposed to attack the enemy and save them without any move!

Jiang Wen looked at the scene before him thoughtfully, knowing that this could never be a fluke.

If he was just a beginner practicing Dugu Nine Swords, he might think that it was Luo Shuang'er who was not good at learning, so he allowed Dharma King Miaobao to break the moves with no moves; but Jiang Wen had long understood that with the "taking advantage of" Dugu Nine Swords alone, The essence of "entering into the void and anticipating the enemy's opportunity" is simply not a realm that can be eliminated with "no moves" using ordinary chaotic moves!

The only way to really deal with Dugu Nine Swords is to be faster than Kuai Jian, to be ahead of the opportunity, and to firmly grasp the entire chessboard before the opponent makes a move!

This truth is easy to say, but extremely difficult to do, because the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords, which has been tempered for thousands of times, is subtle and unpredictable. It is not at a speed that humans can surpass. Even with the prediction and intuition beyond ordinary people, It is also difficult to match the ethereal and unpredictable mysterious moves that follow.

However, there are no absolutes in the world. Even though the Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, they still need to be within the reach of the long sword to kill and seize them. The Miaobao Dharma King has no knowledge of martial arts, but he can use the clairvoyance he once showed to achieve the goal in the dimension of "time". The point of "faster than fast"!

"This is the yoga of the illusory body among the six methods of Tibetan Naru. The present moment is passing, and the next moment is the future. Everything is just illusion and continuous continuity. The continuous continuity of all illusory existence also constitutes the illusory existence. world, therefore the achievement of illusory body is magical power.”

Master Anren explained slowly, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, and he was once again impressed by the miracle created by the Dharma King Miaobao. It is true that these yogas are not martial arts, but they go a long way on the road to self-discipline.

Such magical miracles do not need to be reproduced, because if you make a careless move in the life-and-death struggle, there will be no chance of comeback. I saw that the magic wheel of Dharma King Miaobao clasped his palms together, and the magic wheel condensed by the phantom body achievement yoga was already running erratically. The energy of fire is sent to all parts of the body, instantly showing the pure glass Sambhogakaya comparable to that of a saint.

With the powerful divine power, the swift lion roared silently, and its sharp teeth were clearly exposed. Before Luo Shuang'er's long sword, which was controlled by the secret plan, had time to escape, it was transported to the peak of the magic treasure Dharma King by the combination of Kundalini Fire and Illusion Body Yoga. Suppressed, the posture is gentle and vigorous, containing the vastness of the universe. The fire around the body bursts into blazing starlight. It seems that a figure with a body like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless is slowly emerging from the core of the nebula, blessing the Dharma King Miaobao. on...

Pinzhao said excitedly: "The sword has been stopped! Did the Dharma King win?!"

Jiang Wen was silent, only Master Anren frowned and said: "No, Black Hat Dharma King's Kundalini Fire Yoga has obviously been exhausted, and his illusory body achievements have also turned from imaginary to real. It seems that the glazed body has also failed. This game is a lose-lose situation." .”

In just an instant, the sword in Luo Shuang'er's palm was shattered by the brute force of Dharma King Miaobao with a loud crackling sound, and turned into pieces of broken iron, falling to the ground one after another, while the forged and burned pure Sambhogakaya was like glass. , was also crushed by the cold murderous aura that penetrated the sword body, until it was scattered and unable to take shape.

Nowadays, all things are created with the mind in mind. The figure of the Dharma King Miaobao staggered for a moment, and then he forced his body to straighten up again. The original Buddha appearance like a lion king gradually disappeared, and turned into the most complete, solemn, upright and wonderful treasure appearance, and even seemed to Gradually approaching the Buddha's figure of one foot, more than ten feet of golden light gradually spread out around him.

This is the miraculous "Light Achievement Method" among the six methods of Naruo in Tibet. Practitioners use deep and complete stages of practice to force the wind of karma to return to the central channel and transform it into the wind of wisdom, so that great light can be released. This is the manifestation of the true nature of the mind, the wisdom beyond duality!

Luo Shuang'er, who had let go of the long sword, finally had a glimmer of clarity in her eyes. The golden light of the Buddha's body passed through the mountains and swept through the mountains and forests. It seemed to have had some effect on awakening her mind. Even the withered fog that filled the air was slightly dissipated. .

In the bright light, traces of charred blackness and withering appeared on the body of the dry muntjac. He was lying on the ground writhing in agony, as if he was being burned by fire, but he could not even cry out. These unjust souls and ghosts who fell into the Jizu Mountain Yin did not have any pause between life and death. They kept living and dying, and were always in the life and death, suffering from sin day and night. , but in any case it is not as painful as being illuminated by the golden light.

Jiang Wenyuan watched the scene, but suddenly found that the men who had been kneeling all over the ground, looking ferocious, suddenly began to kneel stiffly one after another.

Under the golden light, one can see that their skin is dry and wrinkled, peeling off layer by layer, and a layer of fine dark black mildew spots emerges from the holes, which are almost the same color as the withered and dim leaves and decaying grass on the ground, and their pointed and narrow His mouth was tightly closed, his hands were raised above his head, and he was slowly bowing with his withered limbs in front of him, as if the muscle memory that had been repeated thousands of times during his lifetime and had already penetrated into the bone marrow was taking effect.

It looks like the Ganzimen are worshiping the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, with the same piety, persistence, hardship and sorrow, just like evil ghosts trapped in the endless hell for life, still begging for the Buddhas after death. Bodhisattva saves...

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Outside the Thousand Buddhas Cave, the cold rain was miserable, and the oncoming cold wind was biting. The heat and poison of Jizushan Yin gradually turned into a kind of cold. However, everyone's thoughts were absorbed and aroused. Only Master Anren was stunned at this time. Shocked, he suddenly changed his mind and came to his senses.

"Amitabha. In this world of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, all pain and suffering are endless. The Surangama Sutra says: The mind is controlled by precepts. Concentration produces concentration, and concentration leads to wisdom. This is called the study of the three non-destructions. If you want to get rid of the three poisons, you must first cultivate without leakage..."

Master Anren's old face showed a trace of helplessness and intolerance, and he chanted sutras in a low voice in order to save the ghosts. His contradictory expression was just like the first time Jiang Wen saw the old monk dying in Fayun Pavilion.

He looked at Pinzhao and saw that the little monk was still sweating on his head. His eyes were looking eagerly and ardently at the magical power displayed by Dharma King Miaobao. He seemed not to feel the biting coldness rising and falling around him at all.

He looked at Jiang Wen, who had a serious face, and saw Jiang Wen looking around with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if there were needle pricks on his body. At this time, they noticed Master Anren's return to consciousness, and their eyes finally met. Their morale, which had been slightly high because of the great display of Dharma King Miaobao's power, finally revealed a solemn and silent emotion.

In Jiang Wen's eyes, An Ren is a very strange person.

When ordinary people enter old age, they tend to self-righteously put aside their early doubts and begin to regard the people or things they meet in a hasty half-life as a kind of inevitable necessity and sum up their superficial experiences. Therefore, they begin to be proud of their past qualifications and experiences, always thinking You should point fingers at your juniors within the confines of a frog in a well.

But in Master Anren, there is neither the emotion of a dying person struggling to survive and the desire to see the Pure Land, nor the reflection of a martyr's ambition in his old age. Instead, he is filled with indescribable confusion and confusion that is inconsistent with his age. It seems that the longer he lives, the more confused he is, full of indescribable emotions. Even though he has to answer difficult questions, even as a monk who has been practicing life-long practice, he is always looked down upon by others involuntarily.

But Jiang Wen didn't need to say it, because he knew that in An Ren's eyes, he must be a very strange person, a weirdo who behaves selfishly but can't help but meddle in other people's business.

Master Anren also understood that now, even if his Nirvana is imminent, even if the catastrophe of life and death is already in front of him, he is still troubled by the demon in his mind that thinks about birth and death in an instant, and does not stop day and night. His heart is constantly watching. The quiet and gradually clear mind will still be troubled by the subtle movements in the yin.

He knew that he was not as diligent and brave as the Dharma King. Whenever he fell into tranquility and was immersed in the clouds, mountains and rivers, the gathering and dispersing of water and fire, cleansing, cold and warmth, there would be a subtle movement, and the more it moved, the more it moved. The more he became distorted, to the point that in the silence where he was supposed to see his own nature, his concentration and the yin of cultivation began to fight with each other. Eventually, he became possessed and showed various crazy interpretations and mad enlightenments that reversed illusions.

"At the beginning, my master went deep into Jizu Mountain and said with certainty that the disaster of Jizu Mountain was caused by the Yin, and only the saints with no leakage can save him from the sea of ​​suffering. At the beginning, my master also expressed his sincere advice to the old monk, but it is a pity that he has cultivated in recent years. In order to turn back the years, I have failed to live up to my expectations..."

A saint without leakage? Jiang Wen was extremely confused.

This title has always referred to saints such as Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who are pure and without leaks and are no longer confused and attached to the realm of desire, color, and formless realms.

Then he looked sideways, looking at this Buddhist genius who was once known as "the closest to Arhat status", and suddenly he could imagine the expectations placed on him at the beginning, as well as the hardships of being unable to do anything in these years.

"Master Anren, this world is so turbid and evil now, where did the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas come from? When Master Benwu came in, did he see the same scene in front of him? If hell has always been like this, how can people in the world find a way to escape!"

Master Anren explained the facts in a meaningful way, trying to straighten out the dialectical relationship. What you see in front of you says it is mysterious because it can manifest the wonders and impermanence of all things. It says it is not mysterious because you are using it to understand now.

"Donor, you said there are no Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in this world, but look at those two people, are they just like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"

Then Master Anren clasped his hands and sighed, looking at the proud figure at the foot of the cliff.

"As the donor said, it seems that no one in this mountain can be liberated except Dharma King Miaobao who can transcend it. And all of this is the cause and effect of my Buddhist family..."

The old monk did not say that Pinzhao was obsessed with the illusion that he was now obsessed with. The name and appearance of Jizushanyin were all false, and he himself could not distinguish between what was real and what was illusion.

The heat that Pinzhao felt was the heat caused by confusion and infatuation. The cold that Anren felt was the coldness caused by worries and karma. The sting that Jiang Wen felt was because he often faced death and even death. Transcend death and bring about a sense of empathy.

Everyone feels different pain, but that does not mean that this "pain" is any different. Therefore, everyone is just a blind man feeling the elephant, only making wild guesses about a huge and boundless whole - maybe only the enlightened ones who have transcended the fire house can Let’s get a glimpse of the whole thing.

Trouble and pain like this are the manifestation of thousands of troubles in Buddhism. Even if you are healthy, you still have various psychological troubles such as slander, reputation, love, and hate. Even if you practice well, these troubles can be eliminated. But as long as you live, there will always be many fears in life that cannot be eliminated, even if you have good fortune. There are also nameless fears arising from the fact that life is bound to end.

For this reason, Hinayana is committed to freeing oneself from suffering, but may not be able to escape everything after all; Mahayana is committed to saving others, and may be able to forget one's own suffering a little, but often not only does it not reduce the suffering of others, but it deepens it. own suffering.

Ganzizi is still worshiping, his body posture is pious and stiff, revealing a trace of the Buddha nature that has already conquered human nature. If the Buddhist kingdom of Tiankai is also a demon land, maybe the demon in the valley can also be called the son of Buddha.

Jiang Wen always maintained his sobriety and rationality so that he could find the truth in these crazy and bizarre scenes, but at this moment, there must be something in Jizushanyin that completely blinded his five senses, leaving only a faint trace. His intuition has not been blocked yet, and he understands that he cannot act rashly now, otherwise he will be trapped in this vast quagmire like what the old monk said.

——Just like Luo Shuang'er.

At some point, everyone discovered that Luo Shuang'er was worshiped by a group of corpses. Her pure white gauze clothes were like the moonlight between heaven and earth, which was not stained by the dust. The brilliance quietly shone on thousands of mountains. She removed the fragments of the sword with her hands, and it seemed to be released. Despite the heavy burden, he showed a strange appearance of being reborn, cleansing the marrow and reshaping the tendons.

She did not wake up after that, and she no longer looked at Jiang Wen. Her eyes showed the last trace of deep-seated nostalgia hanging on her brows, and then she slowly closed her eyes, which had the coldest quality of becoming a Buddha on the spot.

It was the withered white mist that penetrated into her body, causing the gauze to condense into a color like mutton fat and white jade.

She started to move, but with the long sword broken, her actions at this time were more like "dance" than "martial arts". As the long sword entangled by the dust disappeared, Luo Shuang'er began to dance quietly as if no one was around, and several people The scene in front of him slowly changed, and Luo Shuang'er seemed to transform into Shuiyue Bodhisattva with a high bun, a crown, a necklace, and a ribbon.

She is still dancing with rich colors and neither sadness nor joy. As the mountain mist turns into fairy mist, she floats in the clouds and mist, overlooking all living things; as the sorrowful sound turns into music, she also floats in the fairy music. The dancing posture in the mist is enchanting, and the cold eyes are on all kinds of things in the world.

The scene in front of them suddenly changed, and the hearts of several people were affected by Luo Shuang'er. She exuded a mysterious power that touched people's hearts, making people believe that even if Luo Shuang'er didn't have wings, feathers, or clouds, she could rely on her floating dress alone. And flying ribbons can also soar in the sky.

"It's Shen Zhao Jing!"

Jiang Wen said the term that no one else understands, but the gods are the gods, there is no formula, and there is no rule.

It can be a shadow god boxing, a life -threatening return, or even the Liancheng sword or Dugu nine swords. All kinds of unprecedented and wrong, it can be what all sentient beings think of, but only through thousands of dry sugar After worship, it even condensed into a white jade Guanyin statue.

"Miao Bao's king is dangerous!"

Jiang Wen was anxious, Luo Shuang'er revealed such an original attitude, which did not mean that the threat became low. On the contrary, he entered another threatening gesture -dance!

The town dance is a secret weapon used to deal with the five sheep ghost ghosts. It is also a martial arts against Yixi. At first, when the birth of the sea of ​​boiling the sea, the five sheep could be easy to make it easy. The internal force of the cold mountains, I don't know what the realm will be derived!

The eyes in front of Miao Bao Fa Fa were strong again, and the skills of the humble fire yoga on his body spread all over the body, but this time, he could not capture the killing intention that Luo Shuaner should have revealed.

This time, it is no longer the twelve fierce gods of dance, nor is Fang Xiangshi, who is away from ghosts, and bears. Luo Shuanger's petite body comes to a god -Buddha who is admired by thousands of people. God's upper body has no fireworks.

This is not to blame King Miao Bao, because only Jiang Wen knows the most clearly. Dugu Jiujian is the martial arts of Yixi to deal with Yixi. The town dance has been completely used to deal with the invisible elephant's invisible from the present to the present. Something supernatural. In such martial arts, there is no need to be revealed at all, as if the wind and thunder and lightning electricity will not show hate. come out.

This time Luo Shuang'er only closed his eyes gently, and opened another eyes in the underworld. The next moment, she seemed to be the eyes of the whole body. At that moment, the whole world was completely ignited!