Da da da!
The hustle and bustle of horse racing and burning incense drifted along with the curls of green smoke through more than a thousand wing rooms in the east, west, south, and west of the Grand Zen Temple, and passed through the seventy-two main halls until they entered a faint and faint place in the center of all the rooms and halls. The source of mutual reflection of all the surrounding buildings.
This is the main hall of the Daizen Temple and the most central place.
clang!
The bell rang again, and the golden light from the sky shone into this magnificent hall, reflecting clearly the couplets on both sides:
The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world.
The chanting of the Buddha's name evokes those who are lost in the sea of suffering.
This piece of resting words, just engraved on the door wall, is flowing with faint golden light, making it look extremely magical.
There are twenty-two vigorous and powerful characters. If you look closely, each character has no less than two or three special meanings flowing in it, just like fists, feet, sticks, swords, guns, swords and halberds.
It seems that with only twenty-two words, all the martial arts in the world can be covered.
But when I looked up, the horizontal scroll of words was empty.
"Abbot! Abbot!"
At this moment, a young monk riding a fast horse rushed over in a hurry. Before he arrived, there were hurried shouts.
He hurriedly tied the horse, jumped over the gate, and ran towards the door.
Hoo ho ho!
The slight sound of wind blew, leading the young monk into the depths of the hall.
The flames of incense candles were lit, and it was extremely solemn.
What you can see are three nine-foot-long golden Buddhas.
"Amitabha."
The young monk suddenly saw these three Buddha statues that seemed to be made of pure gold, and his heart suddenly stopped in panic.
He slowed down his steps, first put his hands together to pay tribute to the Third Buddha, and then gradually continued to move forward.
At the end of the line of sight, under the three Buddha statues, sitting on a shabby futon, was an old monk with a stooped figure.
He was wearing a coarse cloth robe, with his back to the young monk, and seemed to be staring at the Third Lord Zong in front of him, who represented the past, present and future.
"Abbott..."
The young monk saw that his abbot was facing away from him and slowly walked forward.
But suddenly, he seemed to have an illusory image in front of him. He felt that the abbot with his back turned to him suddenly overlapped with the three nine-foot-long golden Buddha statues.
Endless golden light seemed to spread from the abbot's body and complemented the third generation Buddha.
Wisps of inexplicable aura swept through everything in the surrounding hall, and whispers of Zen seemed to rise in the void.
At this moment, the young monk felt that there was no difference between the abbot and the three golden Buddhas in front of the hall, and even the golden light of Buddha's spirit around him was even worse!
The past, present and future all belong to the abbot alone!
"Juexin, why are you here today before the incense is fully lit?"
And at this moment, the abbot under the futon slowly spoke.
clang!
His voice seems to be able to wake up all the lost people, rescue them from the vast sea of suffering, and lead them to the bliss of the West.
At the same time, it carried a peaceful and calm tone, full of great perfection, great wisdom and great stability.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk's many distracting thoughts were swept away from his soul as if by a light whisk.
"Abbott, the Supreme Taoist Master is here to visit."
The little monk Juexin clasped his hands together in a low voice, feeling that his mind suddenly became empty, and all the messy thoughts disappeared.
He stared at the abbot's back again. The illusory figure that was even more illusory than the three golden Buddhas turned into an extremely ordinary old monk.
But this time, he felt that the abbot's ordinary appearance was more serious than before.
"got it."
The abbot turned his back to Juexin and still did not look back, but waved his hand.
Seeing this, Juexin knew that his abbot had known about it, so he clasped his hands together again and left slowly.
He stepped out of this important palace and looked at the fast horse tied to the side, snoring, and suddenly felt that the light today was particularly warm.
"The abbot is going to become a Buddha..."
At this moment, even though he was still young, he was aware of the artistic conception flowing in his abbot's body.
As he rolled his eyes, he suddenly remembered that his friend Jue Yuan, who was in the same room, was doing his morning homework in Monk Square, so he pulled up his horse and wanted to share his thoughts after meeting the abbot this time.
Da da da!
The rapid sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
He came in a hurry and left in the same way, but the brilliance flowing in the twenty-two characters in front of the main hall became more restrained and gentle.
…
After lighting the incense, another person was welcomed outside the hall.
This is a young man wearing white clothes and walking leisurely.
He walked leisurely along the way, but his feet seemed to be able to span the gap between existence and non-existence, and he could take dozens or even hundreds of meters in one step.
Moreover, there is a vague light of nothingness all around. Walking in this majestic ancient temple, it seems to be in a deserted land.
"Good words."
The young man stopped in front of the main hall and looked at the twenty-two characters for a while.
Not long after, he patted his hands and praised him, extremely satisfied.
"Just these twenty-two words can cover all martial arts in the world."
The young man was Duan Zhen. He stepped forward and touched the veins on the font for a while, as if the light of a sword flashed in his eyes.
His vision is so broad. All the martial arts in Fengyun World are in his heart. Coupled with what he has seen and learned along the way, he can naturally see the mystery of these twenty-two words.
The essence of the Tathagata Sutra in the Great Zen Temple is actually hidden in it.
Regardless of swords, guns, sticks, swords, halberds, fists and kicks, all martial arts are imprinted in these strokes.
And vaguely, the hundreds of strokes in this character intersect and form a method of condensing hundreds of acupoints.
From the introduction to spiritual practice to the path to immortality, it’s all covered here!
For a moment, even Duan Zhen was fascinated.
"Unfortunately, there is a general outline missing."
After ten breaths, Duan Zhen withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly.
He stared at the empty space, stretched out his right palm and pointed, as if he was looking at something.
Although this technique that aims to dominate the "now" is comprehensive, it still lacks a general outline.
What Duan Zhen wants to do at this moment seems to be to add a few words to this empty horizontal comment.
He stretched out his palms, and his mind began to continuously flow through scenes of past practice methods, and even confirmed them with the current twenty-two words.
Suddenly, wisps of strong wind rose rapidly, roaring inside and outside the hall, and even the few candles in the hall were extinguished.
The clouds on the horizon suddenly rolled up and turned into deep, oppressive blackness. Thunder light appeared faintly, and countless silver snakes seemed to be hidden within it.
Duan Zhen stood outside the main hall, stretching out his right hand as if pointing to the end of the sky.
"Not even close."
But at this moment, Duan Zhen shook his head repeatedly, as if he had doubts and troubles deep in his heart, and his raised right hand kept hanging uncertainly.
The sky has become extremely dark, as if a heavy rain is about to fall in the next moment, washing away all the dust in the world.
Boom!
Thunder suddenly flashed across the clouds, illuminating Duan Zhen's face.
At this moment, he moved again.
Except for the right hand that had been reaching up, the left hand that had never moved suddenly slowly dropped and pointed to the earth.
The right hand is held empty, emerging, pointing to the sky.
The left hand is solid, calm and moving, falling to the ground.
This scene lasted for forty-nine breaths.
The pounding rain suddenly fell, but before the rain fell, Duan Zhen retracted his palm and stepped into the hall.
With a trace of calm on his face, he walked into the place where the abbot of the Great Zen Temple was.
Boom!
The lightning flashed again, reflecting the large characters that had just appeared on the banner.
This font is flowing with a glorious light that seems to contain everything, and complements the twenty-two characters of the couplet.
In heaven and on earth, I am the only one.
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