When Minghui woke up from her epiphany the next day, she found Li Xiuyuan. The junior master of Prajna Temple ten years ago had already cleaned half of the mountain gate and square in front of the main hall.
It seemed that ever since he left Prajna Temple, he had not cleaned up his state of mind like cleaning leaves.
Today, when I was cleaning the fallen leaves on the main hall in the autumn wind, I discovered what the old monk said.
I am picking up the fallen leaves in the Sutra Library and cleaning my mind.
Fallen leaves on the ground are easy to pick up, but what about your heart?
Over the years, I have been kicked out of the small world of Mount Sumeru by the old Taoist priest. Although I have witnessed the miracles of the heavens, I feel that my mood is still prone to ups and downs from time to time.
I returned to Prajna Temple and picked up the broom again. Looking at the countless fallen leaves in the square, I felt a feeling that reappeared yesterday.
Ming Hui, who was standing in the main hall, sighed softly. He didn't understand that people who had ascended could come back here again.
What I don’t understand even more is, where did this guy’s Buddhist mentality go?
Li Xiuyuan, who returned to Prajna Temple, was a real mortal in his eyes.
No, he was more ordinary than a mortal, because at this time, the young man no longer had the sharp edge he had before, not even a trace of murderous aura.
For this reason, even Minghui, who was in the realm of nine calamities, was deeply confused.
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan finished sweeping the fallen leaves in the square, and until the two of them had eaten their fast meal, that Li Xiuyuan washed up and went to Minghui's Buddhist altar to sit down.
Minghui still had the illusion of being in the clouds.
"Senior brother, how do you feel after a night of enlightenment?" Li Xiuyuan lit the small stove on the table and looked at Ming Hui and said with a smile.
Minghui sighed and said leisurely: "The long journey of tomorrow and the earth, I realize the insignificance of all living beings, I feel the impermanence of life, and sigh the difficulty of cultivation."
After sighing, Ming Hui looked at Li Xiuyuan in front of him quietly and said, "I would like to hear the Tao."
Li Xiuyuan was startled, looked at him and sighed: "I haven't attained enlightenment? How can I tell my senior brother?"
Minghui shook her head and said seriously: "But it doesn't matter."
Seeing that he could not escape, Li Xiuyuan had no choice but to look at the Buddha and the Bodhisattva and said, "In this case, I will share my experience with my senior brother."
Therefore, Ming Hui, who has lived in Prajna Temple for a long time, heard the most shocking topic since his cultivation.
The Buddha once passed down forty-eight thousand Dharma doors. Practicing any one Dharma door can make a person's merits perfect.
There are three thousand avenues in Taoism. There are three thousand Taoist teachings, and the Tao is innumerable. As long as you practice hard, you will one day realize the Tao. You will realize the Tao with your strength, with the Dharma, with the merits, with the tools, with the killing...
There is a Tao everywhere in the world, but there is no Tao everywhere in the world. The Tao will last forever, but the first thing is the human heart...
Another saying is that the forty-eight thousand Dharma doors of Buddhism are not Dharma doors, but teachings.
A Dharma door is different from an opening. A Dharma door can make people mistakenly think it is a method of practice. The teaching is different. The teaching is a prompt and a guide. It may be a conversation or a small allusion.
Why can the Five Realms only be able to cultivate to the realm of transcending tribulation? That's because the Heavenly Dao of the Five Realms is lacking and the Dao is incomplete... If Senior Brother gives up on ascension and vows to enter the Dao here...
Perhaps one day, the five realms will have their own saints, and if they can make up for the deficiencies in the way of heaven, more monks can practice here to reach a higher realm.
The so-called ascension is just to go to another world where the way of heaven is slightly more complete. Although there will be more resources for cultivation there, the rules will be more complete than those in the five realms...
However, the competition is also more cruel and ruthless.
At least, in the world I've been to, there's no perfect place.
My master said that the way of heaven is lacking, but in fact it means that the way is incomplete. There has never been a saint who can possess all the ways in one body.
I can't, and neither can my senior brother.
However, if senior brother can enter the Tao in the Five Realms and become the first saint since the founding of the Five Realms, there is hope that the missing piece of Heavenly Tao here can be filled in.
In this way, more monks can break through to a higher realm.
To put it bluntly, with the nine realms of transcending tribulations in the five realms, you have gone to the nine heavens, but you are only in the realm of divine transformation...even your true energy needs to be refined again.
The aura of a saint is different. A saint understands the power of heaven and earth and coexists with heaven and earth...
Li Xiuyuan explained his understanding to Minghui, and it was half past noon, and it reached Youshi.
It wasn't until Minghui held the lamp in the Buddhist hall that she suddenly understood some truth.
Thinking of this, Minghui couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother has Buddhist cultivation, why did he lose all his cultivation and become a mortal?"
Li Xiuyuan was happy when he heard this. He picked up the herbal tea in front of him and took a sip.
Then he said: "What is a heavenly being? What is a mortal? When I was a child, my husband once said that people from heaven and earth are people. Do you understand, senior brother, what people from heaven and earth are?"
When Minghui heard this, he couldn't help but be confused: "What are the people of heaven and earth?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, pointed to the sky outside the Buddhist hall and said, "Isn't that the sky?"
Minghui nodded thoughtfully.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and continued: "Children between one and five years old can sense the true meaning of heaven, but cannot use it for their own use. They are heavenly beings."
"From the age of five to twelve, those who can see supernatural phenomena that mortals cannot see are for the purpose of winning people."
"After the age of twelve, you can no longer see anything. There is also a saying that you have closed your eyes of heaven and earth and become a mortal."
"This is the heaven, earth, and people under the great road!"
"When you reach the realm like Senior Brother, even if you are not born as a Saha...as long as you stand there, you are a Buddha statue! Do you think the mortals in the world may not be afraid of you?"
At this point, Li Xiuyuan let out a long sigh and said, "Senior brother, even if you are not angry, you are still an unsheathed sword. People have to guard against you and respect you."
Upon hearing this, Minghui couldn't help but lower his head and think deeply. None of his senior brothers or masters could enlighten him on the truths Li Xiuyuan said.
Like walking in the dark, he finally saw a bright light in the boy.
If you ask a man of Nine Tribulations, he has restrained his aura to the extreme, but he still has an aura that cannot be underestimated while sitting there.
No matter whether it is a mortal or a monk in the world, how can they take it lightly when they see such a person?
"Is it possible that junior brother has returned to his true nature and hid all his realms? Even I can't see clearly your cultivation, just like when you cultivated the formless body?"
Minghui was once again confused, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked blankly.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said quietly: "My cultivation is the realm in your eyes, senior brother... Let me tell you another story to let senior brother know."
One day, Su Xian went to chat with the monk. Su Xian said to the monk: "I have recently learned a lot of Buddhist teachings. Master, how do you think about my sitting posture now?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, then looked closely and praised: "Yes, the donor looks like a Buddha."
Su Xian was very pleased after hearing this and clapped his hands and said hello.
The monk then asked: "So, what is Shi's subjective sitting posture?"
Su Xian was stunned. He liked to steal the limelight and taunted the monk and said, "I think the master's sitting posture is not good today, he looks like a piece of shit."
The monk was not angry after hearing this, but laughed.
Su Xian went home and happily told her sister that she had defeated the monk today and the monk had become a piece of shit.
When his sister heard this, she frowned and said, "Brother, you were careless today and lost to the monk again."
Su Xian was confused when he heard that, and looked at his sister in a daze.
His sister sighed and said quietly: "The monk has Buddha in his heart, so he sees everyone as Buddha. My brother has shit in his heart, so he sees everyone as shit."
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Minghui was very puzzled when she heard this and asked, "Doesn't this require us to have compassion and wisdom?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Buddha said that he is neither me nor wrong, and I am neither left nor right... The truth is correct, but this is only one, but what I want to say is the second."
This time, it was Minghui's turn to be confused, and he said in a daze: "Mishi Shidu, my junior brother can be my teacher."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and smiled: "What I want to say is, senior brother, you might as well turn yourself into a piece of shit instead of a Buddha on the altar."
Minghui shook her head, expressing confusion.
Li Xiuyuan sighed again and said, "Senior brother, have you ever managed to be neither scared nor scared? Have you ever asked the believers who come to the temple to offer incense to be neither scared nor scared of you?"
"The senior brother I met on the way to Fangcun Mountain still had an ordinary spirit. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, those auras have all disappeared."
In Li Xiuyuan's view, from the day Minghui put down the broom, he was no longer the old monk who bent down to sweep the floor.
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan got up and went to the Buddhist altar to get an iron bowl, poured half a bowl of water into it, and then placed it in front of Minghui.
He said quietly: "Senior brother, look, what did you see in this bowl of water?"
Minghui was stunned and said in a daze: "Buddha sees a bowl of water containing eighty-four thousand insects... Junior brother, are you reminding me that drinking water is also killing living things? Do you want me to have compassion?"
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "No, senior brother, look again and look more carefully."
Ming Hui felt like there was a thunderbolt on her head. The scene before her eyes was very similar to the scene when the boy fell into the Three Life Stone, but today's boy no longer had the Three Life Stone in his hand.
After looking at it again and again, it took a while before I suddenly realized: "Isn't it my reflection in the water... Also, where did my white hair go?"
It was only then that Minghui, who was looking down at a bowl of clear water, understood why the monks looked at her so strangely today.
"Why is this?" Ming Hui raised her head, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said blankly.
Li Xiuyuan did not answer immediately, but said softly: "Senior brother drank the spiritual tea planted by the saint's relatives, and I added some spiritual medicine in it. It would be strange if you are not dozens of years younger."
Shenquan cannot make Minghui rejuvenate, but it can give him new vitality, so that when he one day understands the way of heaven and earth, he will not encounter too many obstacles.
This was also the reason why Li Xiuyuan dared to drink the spiritual tea brewed from the divine spring to his two senior brothers.
Looking at Ming Hui's shocked and speechless eyes, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I asked the disciple of the holy monk, a monk who is in the Fusion Realm, to go down to the holy mountain and watch all living beings by the Tongtian River..."
"The original intention of the holy monk is to let his disciple get rid of his murderous aura. I hope that he can feel the power of heaven and earth by the Tongtian River and turn himself into a mortal..."
Li Xiuyuan spent another half an hour telling Minghui the story of Monk Buli.
Minghui sighed again when he heard the words, and said softly: "It turns out that after being transcendent, you have to turn into the mortal world. No wonder my junior brother has no cultivation at the moment and has completely turned into a mortal."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and said seriously: "I am currently cultivating the Buddhist formless golden body, which is the third level of cultivation. I will copy this book to my senior brother someday."
"You are still practicing the Buddhist mind method. No wonder I can't see your cultivation... Can I practice this mind method?"
In front of Minghui, Li Xiuyuan actually brought back a Buddhist spiritual method that was not even available in Funakaji Temple, and she couldn't help but be deeply shocked.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled lightly: "Unless senior brother starts from now on to practice the formless body from scratch, I can prepare the elixir for you."
After thinking for a while, he said: "The monk Buli by the Tongtian River is just like you. He is starting from scratch now and cultivating the formless body."
Minghui heard the expression on her face change again and asked, "Can I do it?"
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "Why not? If senior brother cultivates the formless body to perfection, the cultivation of the formless golden body will be a trivial matter for you."
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