Zhan Changfeng wanted to see the Buddha on the mountain, and he also wanted to see his own heart. As Zhan Changfeng, it is difficult to empty your mind and force yourself to wander without any destination.
She could only walk on the mountain road, taking advantage of this quiet atmosphere to peel away her thoughts little by little.
On the tree of thought, peel off the Dharma Assembly and the Shangzong.
Peel off the flower shop, peel off the housing problem.
Peel off the Gongsun clan and peel off the feud between Yin and Jialan.
Peel off the Si Xunfu and peel off the reform of China.
What else can be peeled off?
She thought of that palace, peeling off the back of Yi Shang leading the troops on the expedition, peeling off the tenderness of Li Yunqiu and Li Chonghua smiling at each other, peeling off the true love and use between her and the old emperor in the Jinglun Palace.
Zhan Changfeng saw Yi Changsheng and remembered the first words he heard in his life.
"My surname is Yi and my name is Zhan. My grandfather gave me the title Changsheng. However, my mother-in-law said that Changsheng was too arrogant, so I chose the small character Changfeng. You are me, so I gave you half of the name. From now on, you are Zhan Changfeng and I am Yi. Immortality."
Zhan Changfeng hugged her and buried his head in her shoulder. Yes, the only thing that can make her feel at ease is her origin.
"If I am extremely arrogant, I will definitely give you some restraint," Zhan Changfeng's eyes gradually lost the pretense of gentleness and peace, becoming arrogant and arrogant, returning to his true colors. She rested her chin on Yi Changsheng's shoulder, looking at the extreme emptiness and mystery in confusion, and smiled lowly, "This universe is so big, I want to study it thoroughly, and you can only support me."
The void suddenly merged into a mountain road and an ancient forest.
Zhan Changfeng narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the sweeping monk on the stone steps.
"Who are you and why can you enter my spiritual world?"
Calling him a monk is actually a stretch. His hair is disheveled, his gray beard has fallen to the ground, his back is stooped, and he is so old that he can't open his eyes. There is no Buddhist monk's vows, no ordination scars on his body, and even his clothes are just ordinary gray and white robes.
Holding an almost bald broom, he slowly swept the stone steps.
But Zhan Changfeng felt a strong Buddha nature.
"How could I know that you have not entered my world?" He walked down slowly, "I have swept sixty yards of land here, and I haven't slacked off for a moment."
Half nothingness, half mountain scenery.
Zhan Changfeng looked at him, and in an instant, their thoughts had exchanged hundreds of times.
"Xinjue Dao?"
The sweeping monk nodded and smiled, "Fellow Taoist, do you want to attend my first Dharma conference?"
The magical power of the mind is similar to the art of Wuxin. To be precise, the art of Wuxin is the state of "nothing is changed, everything is everywhere, and lawless" based on the magical power of the mind.
She can only scratch the surface of Wuxin's skills, otherwise she wouldn't have to pay such a heavy price every time.
This time he explored his heart, eliminated the essentials, and touched the threshold of his mind. It seemed that this was what caught his attention.
"It would be an honor, please."
He said: "The people of the world only saw me sweeping sixty miles of land on this mountain road, but they didn't know that I had already visited their hearts. Those who feel supernatural powers are everywhere."
A lotus flower bloomed from the mouth of the sweeping monk, and Buddhist principles and chants were picked up with his hands. His heart was like the hearts of all living beings, and like a mirror of all ages. The voices of countless living beings sounded together and were annihilated together. The profound and mysterious Buddhist principles lingered in his ears and penetrated the worldly world.
Zhan Changfeng walked into people's hearts through his Buddhist principles. He had a glimpse of the mortal world, and listened to the thoughts in his ears. He turned around and came back, as if a thousand sails had passed by.
She stood on the stone steps, and the believers were still worshiping devoutly, and they passed by the sweeping monk.
The sweeping monk swept the floor and slowly reached the top of the mountain. Then, the sitting Buddha pond is full of Buddha lotus flowers, flying down the Feiling Waterfall.
In an instant, the sound of Buddha filled the air, clouds flew over the sky, and the phantoms of Buddhas stood in the sky.
It is a universal Buddhist country that is one of the Six Great Tradition Holy Lands.
The monks in Daming Temple were wide-eyed, in disbelief and ecstasy, "The Kingdom of Buddha has come! He has really become a Buddha!"
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
"He must be the incarnation of some Buddha in the human world. God, he actually became a Buddha!"
The abbot of Daming Temple excitedly led all the monks to worship.
Whether they were on the mountain, at the foot of the mountain, or at Feiling Waterfall, everyone looked up at the strange sights in the sky and became religious unconsciously.
The sweeping monk turned into a rainbow and entered the clouds, so there was an extra Buddha in the sky.
The vision gradually dissipated, but everyone could not stop thinking about it. Some people with high Buddha nature actually realized enlightenment on the spot.
Zhan Changfeng had a seed in his hand, and it grew into a golden lotus the moment the sweeping monk became a Buddha. This is the relic left by the sweeping monk. It is also a Buddhist technique called the Four Symbol Truths of Listening to the Heart, which can generate thoughts in the listener.
The golden lotus itself is also a treasure that drives away inner demons and protects the soul.
After listening to a Dharma meeting in front of the Buddha, Zhan Changfeng's mind was opened directly. Zhan Changfeng's mind control was not mature enough. He could not hear anything for a while, and was filled with all kinds of thoughts in the world, confusing his thoughts. , intruding her state of mind, she sacrificed the golden lotus and took it to Zi Mansion. After closing her mind, she felt a lot quieter.
Zhan Changfeng went to Feiling Waterfall. At this time, the entire waterfall was covered with Buddha lotus, but most people got nothing. Only those who were destined could pick it instead of passing it through their hands.
She already had an unexpected gain, so she stopped joining in the fun. At a glance, I saw the person holding the lotus walking into a small cave next to the waterfall. I guessed that this was the so-called prophecy cave. It is said that there is a sacred stone in the cave, and those who are destined to sit on it holding a lotus will predict the things they want to know most.
Zhan Changfeng doesn't try to divine prophecies. She only believes in the direction of things that she predicts.
When she was about to turn around and leave, she saw Wu Xiao and three or four teenagers. She didn't pay much attention and went back to the inn.
Wu Xiao picked a Buddha lotus and suddenly felt that he was very lucky. He happily ran to the prophecy cave to see what his future prospects were, but he was stopped by four people halfway.
"Not bad, you can actually pick the Buddha lotus." Qiu He hooked his shoulders like two good brothers, and reached out to grab the Buddha lotus in his hand. Naturally, he couldn't catch it. This Buddha lotus seemed to be illusory and real. It will only become reality in the hands of the person who picks it.
Qiu He nodded, pointed at him and said to several people, "Good man Wu Xiao!"
The teenagers laughed.
"What do you want to do?" Wu Xiao saw that they were kind-hearted, they should be from the Junziyuan.
"Don't be nervous. We came to see you for something. Are you still writing your book?"
Wu Xiao tensed up and suddenly remembered the humiliation he suffered in Junziyuan. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't write anymore. If you don't have anything else to do, I will leave."
"Don't worry, brother, I also know that this involves your sadness, but I can't deny that what you wrote is really wonderful," Qiu He said angrily, "To be honest, brother, I don't even deserve it for you, who can Knowing that Liao Feifan is Liao Qihu's brother, you have also suffered a misfortune."
Wu Xiao has been interested in collecting stories since she was a child, and she also likes to compile stories after verifying the deeds of the three small children.
At first he was just enjoying it for himself, but later he showed it to a few friends, who then revealed it to other people, and more and more people knew about it.
One of the biographies describes how Liao Feifan, who was tenth on the list, took the initiative to challenge Bai Qishui, who was ninth, but was beaten half-crippled and fell off the list.
Unexpectedly, Liao Qihu in their hospital was Liao Feifan's younger brother, so they came over and beat him up. Later, he deliberately posted an article about a teacher in the hospital bullying his students in the name of education, and signed his name.
The teacher didn't listen to his explanation at all, and directly expelled him from the Junzi Academy for slandering the teacher and harboring evil intentions.
The Sixth Academy is the top social science academy in the world. He was expelled from the Junzi Academy in this name, which almost cut off all the ways for him to become a teacher and learn skills. Even gangs and families did not dare to keep him.
And his savings have run out, and his hometown is a small town in a remote place, so he can't afford to go back home.
What's more, he was taken to the Junzi Courtyard with the highest score in the Taoist examination. Now he is carrying charges and has accomplished nothing. How can he go back to see his parents and former gentlemen?
Wu Xiao thought of this and took a deep breath. "I won't write anymore. That's it. I'm going back."
"Brother, don't reject me just because I look stupid. I really want to read your stuff. In order to get your story, I asked someone to tell it orally and copied it myself." Qiu He He hurriedly took out a book from his sleeve and presented it to Wu Xiao.
Wu Xiao flipped through it and found that it was indeed an incident he had written about.
Several other teenagers also said, "For the sake of being a classmate in the past, please give me face. It is fate that we can meet here."
If what you write can be liked and valued by others, you are naturally happy. Wu Xiao looked at the teenagers for a few times and finally relaxed, "What do you want from me?"
