"Please show up, Master."
On the platform outside the gate of the Zen Yuan temple, Ji Ping'an recited these words, holding the Taoist sutra with his fingertips, and the golden lotus mark flashed brightly.
A powerful aura centered on it, spreading in all directions like ripples.
The Great East God General, who was leaning on a spear and holding a tiger talisman, had a strong warning sign in his heart, and the martial artist's cleverness warned frantically:
escape!
escape!
escape!
However, this time, it was his turn to be unable to move. General Daito Shen's body seemed to be frozen. Although his mind was active, his body was completely unable to move.
In front of outsiders, this scene is a strong manifestation of his "never retreat".
Then, a bright light splashed out, and an illusory figure slowly rose.
The two women present were no stranger to this, but the monks in front felt like they were facing an enemy and lost their voices:
"pungent……"
In front of the dividing line of burning green flames.
"Xin Yaoguang", who was wearing a feather cloak, had narrow eyes and an extraordinary temperament, locked eyes on the divine general in front of him as soon as he appeared. Without any fancy spells, Xin Yaoguang just pointed his fly whisk forward.
Immediately, the whisks stood straight, and a beam of Xuanhe light shot out, as big as the mouth of a well, and hit hard on the barrier formed by the tiger talisman.
Silently, the green barrier rippled and then collapsed.
The beam of light penetrated the light shield and hit the big gun. The gun barrel was immediately filled with melted juice and dripped down.
The beam of light continued to move forward, and directly hit the goggles on his chest under the horrified sight of General Yu Dongshen.
As a divine general in charge of a palace, the armor he wears is also an extremely powerful defensive weapon.
The goggles lit up in response, and a beam of light shot onto it, like tens of thousands of tons of red-hot molten iron slanting down, with hot sparks spraying in all directions.
However, this magical weapon could only resist for about three breaths. With a roar, the body of General Dadong sunken like a prawn, his feet plowed the ground, and he was knocked out more than ten feet, and he hit the vermilion red wall of the Zen Yuan. on the wall.
"boom!"
Most of the body is embedded in the wall!
Everything is silent!
At this moment, there was no sound at the entire Yunlin Temple Gate, and everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.
The Great Zhou Divine General at the peak of his condition, who was not weak in the realm of sitting in a well, was defeated so simply, with just one move, without the slightest ability to resist.
"ah--"
The monk Zhike retreated in shock and fell to the ground, feeling intense fear.
The body of the guardian tutu was bent under pressure, and he tried his best to maintain his last dignity by leaning on his Zen staff, but it was still unavoidable and he bowed his head little by little.
Ye Hongling's eyes were full of awe, and she finally understood why Wei Qingqing was so decisive in escaping.
"Ah ah ah, Master is mighty!"
Yu Yu was the first to scream excitedly and feel proud!
At this time, the people watching from a distance realized what happened.
Wu Yangyang fell to his knees, kowtowed and shouted "god".
Xin Yaoguang's appearance is like a fairy in a painting, not to mention this way of appearing, which immediately captured the hearts of everyone.
After this blow, the goddess-like female headmaster looked cold, as if she didn't take this matter to heart at all.
He just turned around and gave Ji Ping'an a meaningful look, and then his body turned into spots of light and disappeared into the air.
At the same time, the lotus mark imprinted on the Taoist scriptures also fell off and disappeared.
The female head teacher came and went in a hurry, leaving only a ray of magic power that was enough to suppress the realm of sitting in the well. Previously, in order to act realistically, Ji Ping'an used a small part and wasted it on Mrs. Wei.
Now he has consumed the remaining part and defeated General Daidong.
If outsiders knew about it, they would definitely feel sad and feel that their life-saving cards were wasted.
But Ji Ping'an didn't care much. Instead, he was a little worried about Xin Yaoguang's eyes when he left.
"This girl, why do you have such a connotative expression on my face... This isn't the first time I've lent you some power equipment..." Ji Ping'an curled his lips inwardly.
Stuffing the Dao Sutra back into his arms, he looked around and emphasized seriously:
"You all heard it. He said before that he asked me to let him go. No matter what, he will never pursue it."
Everyone: "..."
Ye Hongling was the first to speak, with a straight face:
"Since it is a private gambling fight, it naturally has nothing to do with the court's laws. I believe that the general will admit it."
At this time, some monks reacted and hurriedly ran over and "pulled out" the divine general embedded in the wall.
"Cough... cough cough..."
General Dadong Shen was in a miserable state, covered in dust, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was weak.
The big gun that was melted into two pieces fell to the ground, the goggles on his chest were dim, and only messy green flames burned in the square.
Ji Pingan bent down to pick up the tiger charm, walked to him, handed it over, and said with a smile:
"Hold your things carefully. If you lose the tiger talisman, it will be a serious crime to lose your head."
"You...you..." Dadong Shenjiang's eyes were about to burst, but there was deep fear hidden in his eyes.
And regret.
He had indeed heard that Ji Pingan and Xin Yaoguang knew each other, but he never guessed that they would have this kind of relationship.
Ji Ping'an was too lazy to pay attention to him. There were so many enemies in his life over the past thousand years. A domineering warrior with low IQ was not worthy of a second glance.
"Let's go." He called the two girls and looked at the guardian tutu:
"Now, can we go in?"
A group of monks looked at them nervously. Daihuyuan was silent for a moment and said:
"The poor monk takes the donor over."
"Wouldn't it be better if this happened earlier? You have to win." Yu Yu muttered in a low voice and entered the door showing off his power.
Ye Hongling shook her head and felt a headache. The aftermath of this incident was troublesome.
Fortunately, Ji Ping'an's fight with the divine general was an internal fight within the Great Zhou Dynasty and did not involve Buddhism. This was probably the only fortunate thing.
Hurrah.
In an instant, the three people headed by Ji Ping'an, surrounded by a large group of monks, stepped into the Zen courtyard and went to the courtyard where the Leiyin Pagoda was located.
…
When everyone passed through the horse chestnut forest and arrived at the foot of the tower.
Dahuyuan sighed, and before Ye Hongling could take action, he recited a spell and opened the formation gate.
"Master Yihong is inside?" Ji Ping'an stopped outside the tower and asked suddenly.
The nursing home already admitted defeat and said dullly:
"Could we lie to others about this matter?"
Ji Pingan said curiously:
"But as far as I know, this Thunder Sound Tower doesn't seem to be able to isolate the movement inside and outside. The beating at the mountain gate was so fierce. How deep did Master Yihong go in seclusion before he noticed it?"
As soon as these words came out, the monks present were stunned and finally realized that something was wrong.
Daihuyuan's face darkened, and he suddenly felt nervous, realizing that the possible suspicions of the three people in front of him might not be "groundless", but that the case did involve the abbot.
"I'll open the door." Zhike Monk is a grassroots person who can act according to the wind, and he will show this actively.
Rolling——
As the heavy pagoda door was opened, everyone walked through the entrance corridor and stepped onto the first floor. The faces of the monks changed and they exclaimed:
"Abbott!"
I saw that the first floor of Leiyin Tower was in a mess.
The table was overturned, ink stained the carpet, the writing brush was broken, and the scriptures were torn to pieces like waste paper and scattered everywhere.
The eight bronze mirrors were all knocked to the ground, with all of them broken and showing spider web-like cracks.
What's strange is that Master Yihong's ferocious expression still remains in every cracked mirror, which contains eight different emotions.
But the abbot, who was wearing a white monk's robe, had collapsed on the ground, with bleeding from his seven orifices, a haggard appearance, dull eyes, and a weak breath.
The whole person originally looked like he was over fifty years old, but now it seems as if time has been stolen away from him. He is aging, his beard and eyebrows are all white, his skin is shriveled and thin, and he is almost out of shape.
"Mage!"
The guardian Tutuo turned pale with fright, rushed in, raised his big hand and pressed it on his head, injecting spiritual essence into it.
Buddha's light shines everywhere!
Under the illumination of Buddha's light, Master Yihong's dull eyes moved slightly and gradually gathered together, as if waking up from a nightmare. The old man looked around, with tears streaming down his face, and murmured:
"I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell..."
"Mage! What happened?! Who hurt you like this..." Daihuin asked.
The rest of the monks also gathered around in panic. A monk who was proficient in medical skills checked the pulse and looked pale:
"The abbot is dying, the oil has run out and the lamp has dried up!"
All the monks felt a stick being swung above their heads. They were all stunned and didn't know what happened.
At this time, Ji Pingan's voice came:
"No one else hurt him, he killed himself."
Brush——Everyone looked at him, with doubts, inquiries, confusion, and indignation.
"What do you mean?" Dahuyuan's voice was hoarse.
However, after Ji Ping'an saw the appearance of Master Yihong, he already understood the whole story. He looked at Master Yihong and said:
"Speak for yourself."
Master Yihong's eyes were filled with tears. After hearing this, he slowly sat up and looked around at everyone, barely raising a smile:
"Ji Sichen is right when he says that a poor monk will destroy himself and should go to Abi Hell."
This... the monks became more and more confused.
Even Ye Hongling and Yu Yu were confused. They felt as if they had missed a chapter. They were clearly involved in the whole process, but why couldn't they understand their conversation?
Master Yihong suddenly said to the Great Protector:
"You guys go out, I have something to say to Ji Sichen alone."
"Abbot..." Dahuyuan opened his mouth, a little aggrieved. He didn't understand why his abbot's last words were only willing to be explained to outsiders.
But he was not a mortal after all. Although he was sad and confused, he still got up and led the monks out of the Thunder Sound Tower.
"Let's go too." Ye Hongling went to pull Yu Yu away, "They want to talk alone."
Yu Yu: "..."
Very unhappy!
But in the end he left unhappy.
…
After everyone dispersed, there were only two people left in the tower. Ji Ping'an glanced at the messy ground, pulled up a fallen chair, straightened it up, sat on it himself, and said lightly:
"Okay, you can tell me exactly what happened."
Master Yihong sat cross-legged on the ground and clasped his hands together:
"Didn't Si Chen already have a rough guess?"
Ji Pingan nodded and said:
"That flower-picking monk is not a real person, but an incarnation that you refined."
Incarnation!
This guess actually came to Ji Ping'an's mind when he fought with him that night.
The main reason is that he has seen thousands of magic spells, endless avenues, and vicious eyes in the past thousands of years. He always felt that there was something wrong with the body of the flower-picking monk, and it was later turned into ashes by the sun, which confirmed this.
Of course, another important factor is that it cannot be divined.
The essence of astrology's prediction of people's destiny is to rely on each person's "fate star" theory, and if that person is not a complete "person" at all, astrology will naturally be restrained.
Master Yihong, who was on the verge of running out of oil, was silent for a moment, nodded and said:
"yes."
After saying this, he seemed to have completely opened up his guard, and without Ji Ping'an asking, he just said to himself:
"I was born in the Enlightenment Academy and studied under Jingguang Bodhisattva. I had an extraordinary starting point. I once set an infinite ambition to cross the sea of suffering with my physical body and pursue the true meaning of Buddhism. I also have this qualification. Since I stepped into Buddhism, I have always been interested in the advancement of Buddhism. Extremely fast, he is also the best among the brothers. Even compared to senior brother Kongji, I think he is not far behind..."
The aging monk's tone was filled with nostalgia, and a "reflection of light" light appeared on his face, as if he had returned to the past, when he was young and high-spirited.
"However, as my research on Buddhism reached a certain level, I began to frequently fall into bottlenecks. The other shore that once seemed so far away to me suddenly became extremely far away. No matter how hard I struggled in the sea of suffering, I couldn't. It's hard to make any progress.
My fellow teachers and fellow disciples comforted me, saying that my achievements were already quite impressive. You must know how many powerful figures have come out of Buddhism over the past thousands of years. How many people were able to reach the realm of Bodhisattva in the end? Even aspire to be the Buddha? "
"But I was not willing to be one of those mediocre people. So I took the initiative to come to Yunlin Temple to avoid the atmosphere of the Buddhist temple in the Southern Tang Dynasty. I found a pure place to practice hard, hoping to fully understand the Dharma and then return. Southern Tang.”
Ji Ping'an said: "But you failed."
Master Yihong's face instantly turned gray and he said dejectedly:
"Yes, I failed. I thought everything was too simple. Years passed by and my years were getting shorter, but it was difficult for me to move forward. I was stuck in the same place for countless days and nights, but I couldn't find the direction.
I hung the half of the Buddhist verse given by the Bodhisattva on the wall and placed it beside my pillow. I thought about it again and again and lowered my requirements. I no longer thought about surpassing the Bodhisattva, but wanted to be like him. After understanding the second half of the sentence, I stood on the ground. He entered the realm of Bodhisattva, but after many years, he still couldn't do it. "
"Not only that, I was even horrified to find that my state of mind was affected and was no longer peaceful. So I could only rely on copying the meditation mantra in the Thunder Sound Pagoda, and using the Eight-phase Mirror to hone my will and perform penance."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said: "That's ridiculous. He was so sick that he went to the doctor indiscriminately."
Master Yihong sighed and nodded:
"The Eight-Phase Mirror is meant to seize the weak points of people's hearts and attack them, but I was blindly confident, thinking that I could conquer my inner demons. Little did I know that during countless nights of copying scriptures, my 'phase' had been gradually distorted and polluted, and I But he didn't realize it.
Gradually, two 'Is' appeared in my mind. One had a pure Zen mind and was the abbot of the Zen monastery who practiced the Pure Light Dharma. On the other hand, the filthy Zen mind is the opposite of pure light, the collection of all the 'evil' in my heart. "
Oh, split personality... Ji Pingan motioned for him to continue.
Master Yihong said:
"The two personalities were unaware of each other's existence at first. Every day during the day, I would reveal myself to the former one, and every night, the latter one would take control of my body. Gradually, the latter me began to be dissatisfied and controlled by desires. But because of my identity, I couldn't move, so I secretly collected materials and used magic to refine a special body."
"So, my personality was split into two, the bright one stayed, and the dark one went to a new body. At this time, a letter came from Buddhism, informing me of the return of the stars, and asked the Zen Academy to pay attention News about the rebirth of people in the Great Zhou. So, I thought that this one was a God-sent opportunity."
Ji Pingan said:
"So, the other one is hiding in the small temple on the top of the mountain and starting to do evil?"
"Yes," Master Yihong said:
"Although we are separated into two bodies, we are one after all, so the defense of the Zen Garden is useless to him, and because of the influence of the demonic obstacles in my heart, I also deliberately forgot the existence of the other me. What's more, I didn't expect that he not only used the Zen Garden He used the cover to vent his desires, thereby enhancing his cultivation, and even disguised himself as a 'reborn person' and came into contact with the human world."
It's okay to pretend to be a reborn person... Ji Ping'an sighed softly.
At this point, all doubts have been explained.
Why are there no flower-picking monks in the Zen monastery? Why can't they do astrology? Why are the latter afraid of the sun? The opposite of pure light is darkness.
Ji Ping'an said: "But you know this now."
Master Yihong nodded:
"When the other me died in your hands, the dusty memories were forced to be unlocked, and I could no longer pretend not to know. And he took away half of my soul, half of my blood, and half of my Buddhist practice. When After he died, my life span was reduced by half.”
Ji Ping'an looked at the old abbot, was silent for a moment, and sighed: "If people's hearts are not enough, you will have to blame yourself."
Yes, it’s all your own fault.
The more genius you are, the less you can accept yourself becoming mediocre. And because your first half of life went too smoothly and you suddenly encounter adversity, your mentality becomes unbalanced, and your inner demons take advantage of it.
It's not surprising that he eventually became possessed.
"That's what the donor said," Master Yihong said calmly:
"But I am not excusing myself. Looking back now, with the Buddhist practice of the poor monk, it was a bit extreme, but it would not have been like this."
"Oh?" Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"
Master Yihong suddenly said seriously:
"I now remember that before my soul split, I was in the realm of Kongming Bodhisattva, and I vaguely heard the sound of Buddha chanting, as if someone was whispering, tempting me to yearn for Buddhism more and more, thus intensifying the growth of my inner demons."
Ji Ping'an finally lifted his spirits:
"Is this true?!"
As a strong man who had discussed Taoism with the Lord Buddha, Ji Pingan had a good understanding of Buddhism.
We know that the so-called "empty Bodhisattva state" is a deep state entered during meditation practice. There is a saying that this is the western world opened by the Buddha.
The Buddha is one of the ancient "sages" at the same level as Taoist Master.
The Buddha has been dead for countless years, and even the so-called Western Heaven left behind seems to be empty. How can there be any sound?
In Buddhism, although some people often say that they received enlightenment from the Buddha during meditation, they are all meant to deceive ordinary people, or they forcefully describe their deep understanding as a gift from the Buddha.
But true practitioners all know that the state of empty Bodhisattva represents the ultimate emptiness and tranquility, and is a symbol of "silence".
Master Yihong nodded gently:
"Whether Ji Sichen believes it or not, the poor monk has committed serious sins. Now that his death has come, there is no way to atone for his sins. Please give this news to Si Chen."
After saying these words, the blush on the old monk's face began to fade, his eyes dimmed, and the last ray of afterglow in his life began to fall.
His breath began to shrink rapidly, his face turned gray, his beard roots were withered and broken, and his skin was ravaged.
Master Yihong tried his best to adjust his sitting posture, took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, put it in front of him, and said in a weak voice:
"This is a token from the abbot of the Zen monastery. I also ask Si Chen to hand it over to the nursing monastery later. As for the whole story, please tell me in private. The sins of one person can be redeemed by a poor monk. I only hope that Si Chen will consider the overall interests of the two countries and not publicize it. Don’t…”
As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller until it was inaudible.
A ray of sunset came in from the window on the side of Leiyin Pagoda, and the slanting ray of sunlight happened to shine on the body of Master Yihong who was sitting cross-legged in meditation with his hands clasped together.
Then he took his last breath.
The great master who had been at Yunlin Zen Temple for decades and was famous far and wide passed away.
"Dong——"
As a coincidence, the bell-ringing monk in the temple rang the evening bell at this time, and the bell sounded sadly.
…
Outside Leiyin Tower.
A group of people waited anxiously, and the atmosphere was silent and depressing.
When the bells stopped ringing and the door of the ancient pagoda was pushed open, Ji Ping'an walked out slowly and was instantly surrounded by a group of people.
"What about the monk?"
"How is the abbot?"
"What did the Master say to you?"
Amid the flurry of inquiries, Ji Ping'an did not say a word. He just handed the bead string in his hand to the burly Tutuo Tutuo who was holding a slightly curved gold-plated Zen staff and said:
"He passed away. This is a token I gave you."
After a pause, he took out another folded piece of paper:
"This is the general story of what happened. I wrote it down. Believe it or not, you can decide for yourself how to deal with the matter afterwards."
Ji Ping'an was also a little helpless about Master Yihong's last little trick.
Before his death, this monk was still worried about preserving the face of Buddhism. The reason why he asked to talk alone was because "the Dharma will not be spread to the six ears."
Giving him information about the "Kongming Bodhisattva Realm" was actually a transaction.
At the same time, as long as all this is not told face to face, it will be difficult to implement this crime.
Considering that everyone is dead, the final result of this confusing account is likely to be a tacit agreement between the two parties to pretend not to know.
Dazhou lacked direct evidence to continue pursuing the case. Buddhism itself was in the wrong and could not make an issue out of the death of Master Yihong.
After all, in front of everyone, it has been proven that his death had nothing to do with Ji Ping'an and others.
"The old monk was full of ghosts and ghosts before he died." Ji Pingan sighed softly, ignoring the group of monks who were in a sad mood.
He glanced at the two girls and the three of them walked out.
"What's going on?" After they were far away, Yu Yu could no longer hold back his curiosity.
Ji Ping'an had no choice but to briefly tell the story, but both at this moment and in the "records" sent to Buddhism, the matter of the "Kongming Bodhisattva Realm" was concealed.
Ji Ping'an had a horrifying guess in his heart:
"If the voice of 'Buddha' appears in the realm of Kongming Bodhisattva that should have died...then will the ancient saints who created many systems also be reborn?"
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