——[Xuji Feilai Temple, Weiye]——
"Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba, I was delayed too much. The old Dharma King's Dharma Chariot has already set off from Fude Xumi Temple, and will definitely come to test your Buddhist scriptures..."
As the respectful words with a trembling tone rang out, Jiang Wen opened his eyes with a severe headache. He was confused and didn't know where he was. He only felt that his eyes were dark and gray, and his sense of smell was diminished by the strong spices that were constantly burning in the narrow room.
After barely opening his eyes for a moment, Jiang Wen shed tears involuntarily and quickly closed his eyes tightly again.
who I am?
"who I am?
Who is the Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba?
And this voice seems a bit familiar...
Jiang Wen thought deeply, and always felt that he had heard this withered and ugly voice somewhere before. The voice had an invisible power, and one could imagine the other person's ugly appearance just by relying on the voice -
Jiang Wen seemed to have only noticed the ugliness of this extraordinary experience in one person.
...The owner of this voice seems to be called, Khenpo Lama?
Then I am...
Dharma King Miao Bao? ! !
As the shocking name appeared, countless chaotic memories were like beasts encountering blood, constantly trying to get into Jiang Wen's head.
Jiang Wen didn't know what happened, so he could only stop thinking hard for an instant, because he found that as more traces emerged from the whirlpool of memory, he was like a fragile boat that might be overturned by the stormy waves in his mind at any time. Completely lost his identity as "Jiang Wen".
Even for a moment, he felt in a trance that the so-called "Jiang Wen" was just a character he had been obsessed with, and all the clouds and smoke in the past had become dream-like and no longer real.
"You must first stabilize yourself with the Soul-Captivating Technique and slowly adapt to the current situation."
Jiang Wen struggled to push open the firewood door of the ashram cave. The scene in front of him was restored in the weak light. Even the firewood door of the haystack had risen sharply, and the whole world had become taller by more than one point.
...Am I getting smaller?
Jiang Wen stretched out his hand to examine, and found that the joints of his fingers were tender and his breathing still sounded like a child's. He roughly compared the height with Khenpo Lama, and found that he had obviously become a child of four or five years old.
Jiang Wen thought of the rumor that this generation of Miaobao Dharma King could read and hyphenate at the age of three and read Buddhist scriptures at the age of five. So the current body should have shown Buddhist talents that are different from ordinary people, so that the adults in front of him can So impressed.
"Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba, are you about to leave seclusion?"
Khenpo Lama tremblingly put his limbs on the ground and bowed to the ground. Then he respectfully took out a piece of brown, white and hard candy from his arms and presented it to Jiang Wen's hand.
As the person in front of him raised his head, Jiang Wen found that Khenpo Lama's appearance and figure were not as ugly as the last time he saw him. He looked like a rough farmer, but his voice was still as loud as swallowing charcoal. So ugly.
Jiang Wen, who was surprised when he took the candy, was speechless. He could only sigh in his heart that the Dharma King Miao Bao was just a child no matter how talented he was. It was his nature to love eating candy and to play around, so he threw it into his mouth casually.
As the sweetness melted in his mouth, the world in front of Jiang Wen became more vivid, and the colors of everything became brighter. All he could see was an ancient temple built on the mountain. The night shrouded quietly between the sky and the earth, and thousands of cold stars were scattered in disorder. The floor was just above the canopy, as if it had been trampled in pieces by children's footprints.
Numerous buildings are stacked one on top of another, rising step by step, and looking down are all ocher-red walls. After trying to break through the darkness of the night, you can see the retreat rooms, retreat caves and celestial burial platforms halfway up the mountain and on the ridge. , looking at the majestic atmosphere from a distance, it looks very shocking.
Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and looked around, feeling that everything in the world was clearly and brightly displayed in front of his eyes, except when he looked at Khenpo Lama, there was a trace of cloud.
He tried his best to look at it a few more times, but the clouds were indeed there in front of him and could not be dissipated. Jiang Wen couldn't help but wonder, could it be that His Holiness Miaobao was myopic at such a young age?
But when he looked again, he found that Khenpo Lama was trying to avoid his gaze with great grace, but he did not dare to act out of awe.
The clouds rippling around are several layers of figures hovering around Khenpo Lama. One of them is dressed like a peddler and a pawn, and the other is dressed like a doctor. Although the facial features are very different, the temperament and expression of the body are exactly the same, like twin brothers. generally.
"Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba, the old Dharma King won't let you use your magical powers at will, but you still..."
Khenpo Lama said carefully.
...Yokomi III?
Is this the vision of Dharma King Miaobao’s clairvoyance?
Jiang Wen also felt that his eyes were too heavy. In just a few moments, his whole body's energy seemed to be sucked away by a whirlpool black hole.
"Well, let's get out of seclusion and go down the mountain..."
——[Hanshui Xiangyang City, Pingming]——
A young man wearing coarse linen clothes stood at the majestic city gate as if he was lost. He was surrounded by bustling traders and footmen. From time to time, someone pushed him and cursed him with a vulgar Jingfan slang.
Suddenly, the pedestrians around him took a few steps away as if they had seen a ghost. The young man who had lost his soul in the open space was heard shouting angrily while holding seals with both hands, and thick dust and smoke rolled up all over the ground.
"The mystery in the womb will be solved soon! Don't try to confuse my Bodhicitta!"
here it is……
The eyes of King Mochisura returned to clarity, and they emitted a golden light that seemed to be substantial. It scared no one around him and dared not approach him. Then he found himself standing in a familiar yet unfamiliar place, wearing a set of coarse clothes that obviously did not fit him. There was no space left. Just to hide a short sword on his waist.
He is just like a person who has ulterior motives and secretly crosses Chencang!
But no one paid attention to the bustling crowd at the city gate, and the guards looking forward and backward in the city cave were not vigilant. Letting him stand here was full of flaws. What particularly caught his attention was the uniform and Fan Yangli worn by the city gate sergeant. Their appearance was exactly the same as in his memory!
"Huh? Why isn't this the interior of My Majesty the Great? Instead, it looks more like the interior of my true self?"
King Mojisura lowered the brim of his hat and blended into the city. As he walked, he thought carefully and sorted out the information of the scene in front of him. "It's really strange. I have clearly entered the cessation of annihilation in Jizu Mountain. The cessation of annihilation must be practiced with the eight concentration." Only the Arahants, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas can enter and exit, and all other paths are inaccessible. What is interfering with me? Is there a Saint of the Three Fruitions inside?"
A Chanti whose buds are ruined, a martial artist who has no understanding of Buddhism, and a novice with disturbed emotional roots. How do they not look like the saints of the Three Fruits?
The sounds of hawking along the street were real, and the aroma of soup cakes, wine, and fermented rice could be heard everywhere. King Moxisura looked back intently, confirming once again that there was a serious discrepancy between the scene in front of him and the memory of His Holiness, who had never left Tibet.
Even though he couldn't figure out why someone could break into the samadhi of annihilation, King Moxisura secretly guessed that this place should be another person's inner scene. There was always a slight deviation in the plan, and he had plenty of means to break out.
The bustling crowd gradually merged with the smell of morning dew, but these footsteps seemed to be mixed with some discordant smells. It was obviously the opening time of the city when the city gates opened in the morning. Apart from the waves of refugees pouring into the city, it seemed that More people dragged their families and wanted to rush out of the city gate and escape further south.
"Why such a rush?"
King Mochisura raised his hand and grabbed a vendor, pointing at the chaotic crowd and asking questions. The vendor first made an angry sound and wanted to get angry, but he felt the strength of his palms like steel pliers and quickly gave in.
"Oh my dear, please spare your life. Why else? The Mongol Tatars will invade the territory in a few days. The Great Khan Meng Ge will personally supervise the battle. The probing horses appear all over the mountains and plains in Nanyang."
The vendor tried to pull his hand away but it didn't move. He could only continue to say, "Generals Lu Wende and Lu Wenhuan are mediocre. The soldiers and civilians have long been unwilling to fight. If there are no mainstays in the city, I am afraid that the city will be evacuated to an empty city overnight..."
King Moxisura was confused after hearing this. He was already a Meng Yuan national counselor, so why had he never heard that Meng Ge Khan had led his troops to attack Xiangyang City? And even if Meng Gehan wanted to lead a personal expedition, he should lead his army to attack Diaoyu City?
Also, he said the Lu family brothers are mediocre? If the two people in Jianjie Town were so unbearable, how could Xiangyang City hold on until they ran out of ammunition and food before surrendering, and then take this opportunity to block the iron hoof for more than ten years?
"My hero, spare your life. I see that you are very majestic and well-dressed. You must be here to participate in a grand event. Why don't you go to where the big flag is as soon as possible so that you can repay that heart of fist!"
There have been a lot of people coming and going in the rivers and lakes recently, and there have been a lot of traders, all just asking about this matter. As he finished speaking, he felt the pain in his hands disappear, and he quickly ran into the crowd with his load.
Amidst the bustling footsteps, King Moxisura looked up at the sky in astonishment and found a faded general's flag floating on the north city gate tower that he had never seen before.
——Guo!
——[Xuji Feilai Temple, noon]——
On this plateau, the boundaries between humans, gods, and ghosts are not clear and distinct. There are fascinating snow-capped mountains, deep and tranquil lakes, and palaces and temples that have stood for thousands of years. However, along with the grandeur and etherealness, the mystery of Tibet, and the various legends circulating on the snow-covered plateau, people can't help but be curious and afraid.
Jiang Wen thought of the XZ walking corpse, the Demon Suppressing Map, the Sakya Banshee, the Flesh Lotus, the Human Skin Thangka, and Mahakala Mahakala, but this Xuji Feilai Temple was as clean as a flower. There are lotus flowers in full bloom, and there is no scent of the world anywhere. The huge temple is as empty as a tomb of the living dead. There are no other monks at all. Only Jiang Wen and Khenpo Lama are still breathing alone in this temple. With.
Jiang Wen, who occupies the body of Dharma King Miaobao, wandered in it with wonder all night long, until the rays of sunlight finally crossed the long night and wandered into this mountain.
As the sun rises, we can see that the entire temple is built against the mountain, facing south. The building has distinct colors, and the walls are especially dark ocher. Under the sun, the golden roof shines brightly. When one reaches the halfway height, he looks around the entire temple, and sees that under the sunlight, the mountain is clearly yin and yang, with old crows circling above his head, and the desolate clouds are all made with ingenuity.
As the sky brightened at noon, Xuji flew outside the temple, and suddenly there was the sound of bronze drums, bronze drums, and kabala drums, mixed with the sound of Dharma conch, Dharma flute, and the sound of Brahma singing all over the sky.
It is said that the Tibetan living Buddha only travels when the yang energy is at its strongest, because he has a compassionate heart and is afraid that the light of his own Dharma nature will harm the wandering ghosts in the world. At noon, Jiang Wen, accompanied by Khenpo Lama, came outside the temple gate and saw a dark red monk's hat quietly appearing.
"Yundan Qiangba is the name I gave you. I heard that you didn't study the scriptures well, but you were secretly digging for conch stones, and you even asked the herdsmen for news about Yeti. This is how you strayed into the heretic demonic path."
On the five-tiered cushions, the figure in monk's robes sitting on the shoulder carriage looks like an ups and downs of mountains from a distance, and the sound playing in the chest is more distant than the copper chime, like a big river that only flows into the river. Come on, the inner breath is obviously so strong that it is indescribable.
The Khenpo Lama bowed to the ground fluently and presented tokens representing sincere greetings and worship. However, the entire mechanical line stood still, even pausing for breath, waiting for some instructions.
Jiang Wen looked slowly and realized that in the eyes of the four or five-year-old Dharma King Miaobao, the monk wearing a dark red hat in front of him was unimaginably tall and burly.
The shape of the dark red monk's hat is very weird, even a little ridiculous. A row of silk threads hangs abruptly from the wide brim to block the eyes, like neatly cut bangs.
But looking at it face to face, it doesn't feel funny at all, because the dark red monk's hat is held down so low that you can't see clearly whether the other person is happy or sad. You can only cast it against the shadow of the light, as if you are shoulder-to-shoulder at this moment. What is sitting cross-legged on the altar is not a living person, but a majesty and oppression equal to its body.
In order to prevent him from getting lost in the maze of memory, Jiang Wen did not borrow the knowledge of Dharma King Miaobao at this time. He only relied on his own extensive knowledge to make judgments and determined that the other party was the Dharma King Red Hat who was the same as the Dharma King Black Hat.
Black Hat and Red Hat will search for the reincarnated soul boy in Tibet after the other party's death, and carefully teach them to become the next Dharma King, so as to continue to develop the Dharma in the name of master and disciple.
"Yundan" means "wisdom" in Tibetan, and "Qianba" means "Maitreya" in Tibetan. From the name of the Miaobao Dharma King, we can already see the deep hope of the Red Hat Dharma King. As long as he has not truly transformed. After leaving this mortal body and awakening to become the "Wonderful Dharma King", this name will be the heaviest shackles.
"You are right. But the Dharma King has misunderstood. I just suspect that the true identity of the legendary Snowy Mountain Yeti is the Denisovans who landed on the plateau 150,000 years ago. If we really find clues, even if we extract High-quality genomes are also of great help to scientific research work!"
Jiang Wen decided not to have a head-on conflict yet and turned around to answer something that no one could understand.
"Old Pharaoh, please stay! I also found shells, pebbles and marine fossils in the limestone layers of the Himalayas. This is clearly geological evidence that the Himalayas rise from the Tethys Sea!"
Just after Jiang Wen replied, the whole team suddenly started to play Buddhist chants mechanically, trying desperately to drown out Jiang Wen's words with the noise, and then the whole team burst into the void happily. Flying to the temple, the figure wearing the red hat became farther and farther away, turning into towering mountains at the end of the sight.
Jiang Wen took two steps forward to catch up with the red-hatted Dharma King, but when the other person turned his head to look, he saw that what was covered by the funny "bangs" was a pair of pairs that were extremely sharp due to years of practice, making it difficult for ordinary people to Eyes that look straight and unbearable! The fierce gaze directed at Jiang Wen was slightly weakened because of the silk thread. These eyes never blinked, never wandered, and were tireless. It seemed that they would never show their fragility as a human being!
A flash of light flashed through his mind. It was a signal set by Jiang Wen using the "Soul Capturing Technique" and its cracking method to prevent him from falling into mental control. The brief pain connected together, indicating that this scene had been repeated. I don’t know how many times!
"Hiss...this is troublesome..."
——[Hanshui Xiangyang City, dusk]——
Instead of heading towards the big banner at the top of the city, King Moxisuluo ran out of Xiangyang City alone and walked towards the bank of the mighty Han River in the north. He climbed up to a Zhuya cliff and looked out in the distance, silent. language.
"The change of day and night here has been repeated a hundred and thirty times unknowingly. If Mengge Khan's troops were really directed at him, they would have been fighting under the city long ago. But in this city, people are only in panic every day, but there is no battle at all. There are no traces of the coming…”
King Mahasura holds seals with both hands and looks out, using immeasurable spiritual secret methods to mobilize the energy of his body and think quickly and decisively.
"What's even more strange is the Han River. No matter how I cross it, I can't cross it. But there are ferries on the river carrying refugees coming from time to time. It's like a cliff in the sky. If I expected it to be true, , the current Xiangyang City is just following the cycle of day and night, repeating the trajectory of a certain day, whether it is the panic outside the city or the Yuan soldiers heading south, they will never really arrive!"
King Moxi Shura slowly turned around and looked at the flags flying at the top of Xiangyang City. All the clues were pointing there. It seemed that only by getting there could all the mysteries be solved.
"The vast world has twenty small kalpas of success, residence, destruction, and emptiness. Even if you achieve the fruition status, you can't escape the fire-burning first jhana and the water-flooded second jhana. This is obviously a scam. The deeper I am involved, the less I can do. Escape from evil."
Then, King Mochisura looked at the huge statue of the god that he painted by his own hands on the banks of the Hanshui River. The few lines outline the figure with three eyes wide open, the mane standing upright, and a five-skull crown on its head. The two arms are in front of the chest, and the left hand is holding a skull bowl filled with human blood; the right hand is holding a moon-shaped knife, and a short stick is placed horizontally between the two arms. Stand on your legs with a blazing fire behind you!
Even if they only have a brief glimpse of countless refugees fleeing south, it will be deeply engraved in their minds and cannot be erased. Such memories, like maggots in their bones, will be deeply embedded in their thoughts, growing on fear and uneasiness as nourishment, until After they opened their eyes, the endless sky was filled with the figure of this wrathful Mahakala...
Yes, he has found a better way to add new fear to this boiling and restless city, pushing the desperate and collapsing atmosphere to a climax - and this method, he has already done in another paradoxical time. used.
——More than one document from the Yuan Dynasty pointed out that when the god Mahakala appeared on the battlefield, Emperor Zhenwu, the protector of the soldiers and civilians on the front lines of the Southern Song Dynasty, the God of the North in Taoist myths and legends, also hid in fear of him. It is said that this spell produced huge negative energy, seriously shaking the fighting will of the Southern Song Dynasty defenders, and causing them to give up resistance in many cities, including Xiangyang.
King Mochisura is sitting cross-legged on the base of the Mahakala statue, and no one around him dares to approach this fierce god. In this way, he entered the deepest meditation. I don't know how long it took, but he slowly heard the noise and crying in Xiangyang City, telling that there was a black shadow walking in and out of the streets in the city, biting them and already on the verge of collapse. nerves.
Countless people were frantically trying to escape from Xiangyang City. The horns that sounded in Liancheng were even more shrill than when foreign enemies invaded. All kinds of fears were fed back to King Moxisura, but they seemed to seep into a dark and silent underground sea, flowing into darkness. In a mysterious world on the edge.
The Three Realms are like a house on fire, and the country is extremely fragile. Anyone who has experienced underground mining disasters and dangerous situations at sea and managed to survive in the end should have a deep understanding of how important it is for people to ensure that their spirits do not collapse before their bodies collapse. .
For example, King Mahasura has been practicing Judgment all year round. In order to get rid of demonic obstacles, he spends every day in such extreme torture. He relies on fear and despair to polish his spirit. This is King Mahasura simulating death in a desperate situation. Breakthrough is a double test of body and mind.
The Xiangyang City in the distance was smeared beyond recognition by fire and turmoil. The smell of gunpowder smoke filtered through the river, and there seemed to be endless iron hooves coming. Outside the city where the fire was raging, the sound of strong and resolute footsteps was getting closer and closer. It was a The generous and sad figure is coming!
With deep sorrow in his heart and incomparable majesty in his outward appearance, he, the king of Mahasurasura, would never be trapped by such a few illusions!
At this moment, King Mahasura finally got rid of all distractions and entered into a profound insight. When the star in the sky was about to rise, he finally achieved the supreme enlightenment.
King Mojisura slowly opened his eyes and was completely oblivious to the violent palm movement in front of him. He stretched out a single finger to block the middle-aged man in front of him who came with anger and hatred and pointed directly at the culprit. attack, and said: "How wonderful! How wonderful! All living beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, but they cannot achieve it because of their persistence and delusion."
The earth began to shake violently, and as a star jumped into the sky, the body of King Mochisura seemed to be wiped clean by an eraser, decomposed into touches of basic colors, and then spirally entangled and merged into a colorful rainbow. Then he maintained a stable posture with one finger extended, backed by the blood-colored gunpowder smoke all over the city, and slowly disappeared in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, flying towards the distant invisible sky.
——[The heavy rock of Huashou, the center of annihilation]——
The Heavenly King Moxisura awakened his consciousness in the endless darkness. He looked at everything in front of him in amazement. He also did not expect the appearance of Jiang Wen in front of him.
Only Arahants, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas who have the eight-level practice can enter and exit the cessation of cessation of the mind of King Mojisura. All other paths are inaccessible. And when Jiang heard about this person, he didn't know what kind of great opportunity and luck he relied on to get in. It really surprised him and almost trapped him in a dream that was upside down.
Fortunately, the gap between the two in their meditation practice was too obvious. King Moxisura was able to quickly break through the obstacles in the inner scene and enter into samadhi, while Jiang Wen was obviously still trapped in the dream scene woven by the Dharma King Miaobao, unable to extricate himself. All struggles Wandering is still in vain.
The darkness in front of you is not the long night, but the great samadhi of annihilation in Huashou Chongyan that lasts for thousands of years. If a practitioner enters this samadhi, all conscious activities and feelings will completely cease.
The so-called entering into cessation of cessation is to completely abandon "self-grasping" after the four jhanas and eight samadhis. "Extinction" means the mind that has extinguished all six consciousnesses, and even the mind that clings to the eighth consciousness called "I" - "self-grasping".
According to Buddhist scriptures, saints with three fruits or above can enter this cessation of cessation, because its characteristic is the absence of "self-grasping", that is, the elimination of all troubles.
However, there is still a difference between a long break and a temporary break. During the process of practice, the saints of the third stage still have some subtle worries that need to be overcome, so they can only temporarily enter the cessation of cessation. Even if there is no "self-grasping" in the concentration, But when he comes out of samadhi, the self-grasping mind will still arise again. Ordinary practitioners enter annihilation concentration, which can take as short as three to five or seven days, or as long as several months and a half, and they will always need to wake up.
Arahant saints have broken away from self-grasping. They can not only have no self-grasping in the cessation of cessation, but can also have no self-grasping after escaping from this concentration. Therefore, only Buddhas and Arahants have the ability to truly enter the samadhi of cessation, and achieve the samadhi of cessation stated in the "Za Agama Sutra". A wonderful move.
Moreover, the scope of the great samadhi of annihilation in front of us has exceeded the imagination of King Moxisura.
This Venerable was able to sit on the top of a mountain and meditate in silence, and finally transformed into such a majestic and towering rock, and guarded Jizu Mountain for thousands of years. This kind of meditation practice is already terrifying, except for the Buddhist teachings recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. The resident Arhat, King Mochisura, has no second thoughts at all.
In such a state of annihilation, an ordinary person like Jiang Wen could only see a thin film of light covering his body, and his whole body was as loose as a baby curled up in the void, leaving only a meager residual warmth and slowness. The heartbeat continues, and all vital signs seem to end here.
"You can actually rely on the Turtle Breathing Technique to stop the Qi and stop the pulse, and have such a strong internal force to protect the body on its own, pretending to be like a fetal breath that 'has entered the great concentration and has no contact with things'..."
King Moxisura looked at Jiang Wen with a hint of admiration, but his expression soon became cold, "It's a pity that you met me. No matter how talented you are, it won't help."
In the midst of the great concentration of annihilation, King Moxisura stretched out his finger with one hand and was about to insert it into the back of Jiang Wen's head in an instant...
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The night was extremely long, and everyone in Jizu Mountain seemed to be asleep from top to bottom, and seemed to be trembling in a nightmare. Once he woke up, he would not have the courage to fall asleep.
In the bamboo forest monastery, you can especially hear the sound of chanting sutras through the green window screen, which is crisp and intoxicating.
Princess Pingxi recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" in front of the portrait of Shuiyue Guanyin all night. She looked at the image of Guanyin with silk wrapped around her arms, pearl necklaces around her neck, and a long skirt with a waist, and she was lost in thought until Morning and dusk are reversed.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, are you really in Jizu Mountain..."
The disfigured maid quietly walked into the room door at this time, and carefully and carefully confirmed that the door latch was closed before handing a thin letter to Princess Pingxi and serving a cup of freshly brewed flower and fruit tea.
"Have you been up all night again?"
Upon hearing this, Princess Pingxi withdrew the expression in her eyes, put away the rosary beads in her hands, and also put away her appearance that ordinary people had never seen before. She transformed herself from the bhikshuni who emerged from the ethereal world of the ancient Buddha at the Qingdeng into a graceful, noble and famous one. The world-famous Princess Pingxi.
"I'm not the only one who can't sleep in Jizu Mountain tonight..."
Princess Pingxi glanced at the letter sealed with fire paint in front of her and sighed slightly, "When daybreak comes, I don't know who will be ruined again."
The disfigured maid Yingying smiled and said: "Who taught the prince to love you so much, princess? For you, I will even risk my country. If you really want Jizu Mountain, what does it mean to kill these monks?"
When Princess Pingxi heard this, she didn't seem to be angry, nor did she mind, nor was she at all relieved or indulgent. Her eyes were like a pool of extremely silent clear water, and all emotions could be seen to the bottom in an instant - and there was also a glance. See, truly nothing.
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In the Mahavira Hall of Sittan Temple, five old monks sat cross-legged on a futon. All the monks in the temple also sat down separately, facing the Buddha with his eyes lowered above the hall, and chanted "Da Fang" all night long. Guangfo Huayan Sutra.
This night, the Sittan Temple was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. However, even in the most crowded Mahavira Hall, there was an unchanging sound of silence.
Not far away, there are still a few chants floating out from the dilapidated Huayan Hall, like the looming snake Xinzi in the grass nest. The hissing whisper is malicious, trying hard to hide it in the bleak sound of the mountains and trees. inside,
In the abbot's Zen room, Abbot Hongbian was lost in thought while facing the room full of classics. Then he threw the book he was holding into the brazier bit by bit and watched it turn into ashes bit by bit. His whole body seemed to be in a state of confusion overnight. He has aged by more than ten years.
Later, the burning objects thrown into the brazier were changed from mountain journals, collected works, and letters to scrolls of calligraphy and painting with red lacquer seals. Some of them were great scholars of the time, and some were great officials of the previous dynasty, but without exception, they were all searched by the Qing court. Persons included in the inspection.
By the time Master Dajing entered the abbot's meditation room, the room was already so smokey that nothing could be distinguished. If he was not careful, he would cough. However, Master Dajing's reddish eyes were not only because of the smoke, but also because of the sight he saw. The things in the brazier were burning, and my heart was bleeding.
"Abbott... why is this so..."
Abbot Hongbian turned his head mechanically and stupidly, allowing Zen Master Dajing to open the window for ventilation. He stared motionlessly at the tongue leaping out of the brazier, watching it greedily and cruelly lick one place after another. The writing then incinerates all traces into unrecognizable, it-wanted balls of ashes, and is finally crushed by the clear smoke.
"That Commander Wu clearly came well prepared. The old monk couldn't figure out how much he knew. It was a helpless move to cut off his wrist just for the sake of a complete solution. Otherwise, once the foundation of Sidan Temple is implicated, all these hidden things will be lost." How can things be complete eggs?"
Zen Master Dajing was speechless for a moment, and then he said calmly: "Hey, Abbot, just leave this matter to me. After all, it is a treasure left by Master Benwu. It would be too heartless for you to burn it with your own hands."
Then the old monk lost his temper like a child, "Abbott, not only did you not say anything, you also deliberately diverted us to chant sutras and hid to do these things alone..."
Abbot Hongbian looked at Zen Master Dajing, who was much older than him, and lamented that this old monk had become a monk and built a temple with Zen Master Benmo in his early years, and had never set foot in the secular world. He could not help but have a simple mind and still have childlike qualities.
"I asked you to chant sutras all night because I sincerely pray for the Buddha's mercy so that I can bless Junior Brother Anren this time. By the way, have you delivered the message down the mountain?"
"It's done, but the wood door over there is closed. We just knocked on the door and left as we were told."
Zen Master Dajing asked in confusion: "Abbott, old monk, I still don't understand. When we chant sutras and recite Buddha's name all night long, aren't we praying for Sittan Temple?"
Abbot Hongbian sighed heavily and stood up trembling slightly.
"Ghajing, you haven't left the mountain gate for a long time. You still don't know that people in the world today are dying undeservedly, and those who are unwilling to leave are everywhere. Junior Brother Anren is leaving, and he has a mission that affects the safety of Buddhism in the world. Xitan The temple is as important to me as Mount Tai, but what does it mean to the world?"
Zen Master Dajing was slightly startled. He clearly noticed something on his old face and hurriedly asked Abbot Xiang Hongbian.
"The safety of Buddhism is certainly... of course it is important... but abbot, what should we do about Sidan Temple?"
Abbot Hongbian finally regained his composure amidst the night's anxiety and thick smoke. His back, which looked even more aged, tried to straighten his waist, and his hands tightened around his waistband, like a rag trying desperately to wring out the water. Staggeringly, he finally stood up.
"Amitabha, of course the responsibility of protecting Sidan Temple falls on my shoulders."
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Before the drafty wooden house in the mountain col could be repaired, serious-looking new guests arrived. They were wearing thick robes, and their eyes were full of scrutiny and vigilance, like a group of people who had escaped from prison and dared not see them. Prisoner of man.
In front of them, several old wizards were making even crazier and more violent calls than before, waving eucalyptus sticks and hitting themselves. The dust was rising from the inside out, and they were noisily trying to escape. Conquer this ancient mountain forest.
The dazzling array of wooden signs in the room have been inverted, tilted, broken, and reduced one after another, leaving deep carvings on the sandy ground, just like the souls living in them trying to escape, but inevitably being burned in the end.
As the eucalyptus witch stick in the brazier was scorched, the wooden plaque, which was originally regarded as a treasure, brightly colored, and vaguely human-shaped, had now been abandoned like a ruin and thrown into the sea of fire. Countless elves, demons, and fairy protectors were wailing on it, turning into Thick plumes of tangible smoke rushed into the sky!
But this is not enough. The naked eye can only vaguely see the chaotic carvings on the wooden sign, and there are strange traces like crawling appendages. These traces extended all the way to the outside of the door, gradually evolving into faded, malformed blood vessels and entangled umbilical cords. They seemed to be worm threads spit out by grotesque insects, and began to spread along the ground beneath their feet.
"If one is not enough, two will die. Only success is allowed and no failure is allowed! This is what the chieftain means!"
When these words came out of their mouths, two of the Sunny grandmothers had already died in the madness, but the remaining witches turned a blind eye and stepped over their corpses, continuing to roar and curse at God, even though they were already paralyzed. The old witch on the bed was also beating the simple bed, and her throat was screaming like a crazy beast.
The rafters of the thatched house leaked wind from all directions, and the gloomy night kept seeping into the house from the shabby place. In the distance, there was a vague and restless cry of Hanwu, which almost filled the forest with strange shadows lurking. In the depths of this dim and dense forest, finally, A wisp of red ocher appeared that made people's scalp numb and looked like blood...
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Looking at the rising sun rising from the horizon, people came out of the Bamboo Grove Jingshe, the military tent outside the temple, the abbot's Zen room, and the Huayan Hall. These people who were silent, hesitant, anxious, or looking forward, no matter how staggering their steps were, the traces they left were clearly visible as they headed towards Fayun Pavilion.
The pilgrims were all expelled from the Sidtan Temple, and those who came and went had to wait outside the mountain gate and wait eagerly. As the door of the Zhuhong Temple was creaking and closing, it seemed that it could isolate the noise from the outside world at any time, leaving only Echoes echoed on the screen wall of Sidtan Temple.
But just when the door was pushed shut until there was only the last crack left, a discordant sound penetrated from the crack in the door, and then one sound covered up the other, and spread to the sky. It only took less than a breath to disrupt the sound. Everyone in Fayun Pavilion deliberated, rehearsed and recited the preparatory speech countless times, pushing the matter to another unknown place.
"Don't close the door yet! The people who went to Jizu Sanin are back!!"
(End of chapter)
