Luoyang suburbs, evening.
"Grandpa Monk, when I was begging today, I heard someone reading a Buddhist scripture, and there was a sentence in it called At that time, the World Honored One, at the time of eating, he put on his clothes and held his alms bowl and went to the great city of Savatti to beg for food."
The little blind girl asked in confusion: "Grandpa Monk, if Buddha is so powerful, does he still want to beg?"
In her mind, the Buddha was aloof and powerful, so how could he beg for food like she did?
This is incredible.
Hui Chan was still lying unable to move, but his mental state was much better than before. There were a lot of dry straw under him, which was the 'straw bed' made by the little blind girl for him.
After hearing this, Hui Chan smiled slightly and said: "This sentence comes from the Diamond Sutra. When the Buddha walked in the world, he also needed to eat. But it is not called begging, but called alms, which is also a kind of practice."
"Alchemy?"
"Yes, my Buddha is compassionate and never asks for alms from the poor, only the rich. If the other person is willing to give you some food, you should be sincerely grateful and recite sutras and pray for blessings. If you don't give it, or you are humiliated and cursed, the Buddha will not be angry. Will leave quietly."
After a pause, Hui Chan added: "Actually, there is another sentence behind it, go to the great city of Savatthi to beg for food. In the city, after begging one after another, return to the original place. After the meal is over, take the clothes and bowl, wash your feet, and sit down."
The little blind girl tilted her head and said, "Grandpa Monk, what does this mean?"
Huichan smiled and said: "This sentence means that after the Buddha finished eating, he would clean up the dishes and clothes, then fetch water to wash his feet, and then tidy up the place where he meditates."
The little blind girl touched her dirty feet and wondered, "Many people say that Buddha flew in the sky sitting on a lotus platform. Could it be that his feet would also be dirty?"
"Yes, it is said in the Diamond Sutra that the Buddha had to eat, beg alchemy, and walk barefoot. The soles of his feet often stepped on mud, so he had to fetch water and wash his feet every day."
In the ruined temple, the childish voice of the little blind girl sounded.
"Grandpa Monk, I like this Buddha so much, it feels like he is right next to me!"
Huichan was startled and didn't speak for a long time.
When he was studying Buddhist scriptures, he didn't really like the Diamond Sutra because the Buddha in the Diamond Sutra was too ordinary and unpretentious. Looking at other Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha was always three inches above the ground, with his feet on lotus flowers and his golden body shining brightly. People yearn for it.
However, the "Diamond Sutra" has an extremely important position in Buddhist classics, and is even the supreme classic of the Zen lineage!
He once asked his master this question, but his master just laughed and said nothing.
Now that he heard the little girl's kindness and love for Buddha in her words, Hui Chan suddenly understood the answer to this question.
But unfortunately, he realized it was too late.
"Grandpa Monk, why don't you say anything? Is the wound hurting again?"
"Don't worry. I heard that a very powerful man came to Luoyang and was distributing the fields of Baima Temple to the poor. When I get the land, I can exchange it for money. Then I will ask the best doctor to give it to the poor. See a doctor!"
The little blind girl comforted Hui Chan, with a hint of longing in her childish voice.
Even though she herself still had eye problems, she agreed without hesitation to treat a stranger whom she had only known for a few days.
Hui Chan looked at her, as if he saw a crystal-like flawless mind.
After getting along with each other these days, he found that the little girl was particularly kind and tenacious. He only chatted with her and taught scriptures, but she regarded him as a relative. She would even starve herself and share the best meals with her. give him.
When she went out, even if she was bruised and bruised, she would not cry. Instead, she would smile with optimism and sunshine.
Her mother, the water ghost, looked at her daughter from a distance and followed her quietly, showing distress, but she did not dare to help her due to her own Yin Qi.
Hui Chan closed his eyes, and he suddenly realized that he no longer hated Li Daoxuan.
Although Li Daoxuan ruined his own cultivation, his arrival gave the little blind girl a little more light of hope in her dark life.
Maybe...he is right.
Hui Chan didn't notice that when he closed his eyes and meditated, wisps of faint golden light appeared on his dry and pale skin.
Only the mother of the water ghost hiding in the corner seemed to have noticed something. Her white pupils stared at Hui Chan as if facing a formidable enemy.
Just as she was about to approach Huichan, the city of Luoyang suddenly shook, and streaks of blood appeared, covering the whole city and the heaven and earth.
The dilapidated small temple was filled with smoke and dust. The broken Buddha statue shook, then lost its balance and collapsed.
The little blind girl couldn't see it, but she immediately jumped on Hui Chan and protected him with her thin back.
boom!
The Buddha statue hit the place where she had just been sitting and shattered into pieces. If she hadn't pounced on Hui Chan, she would have been smashed into a pulp.
But as the earth continued to shake, the walls began to crack, and the entire ruined temple collapsed, threatening to bury Hui Chan and the little blind girl inside.
The water mist filled the air and turned into an invisible hand, pulling the two of them out of the Buddhist temple in an instant and escaping the disaster.
The mother of the water ghost stood in front of her daughter, standing up to protect her. She looked up at the figure rising into the sky from the White Horse Temple with a very solemn gaze.
The bright moon turned into a blood moon.
Under the blood moon, there is a naked female figure. Her long hair is messy and she is as skinny as a stick. Only her belly is high and bulging.
The woman let out a heartbreaking scream. Her belly had been stretched to the extreme and turned into a thin layer, almost transparent. You could clearly see a ghost hand tearing hard inside.
Moro, I want to burst my belly!
Three breaths later, with a scream from the woman and a tearing sound, two blue-black ghost hands pierced the belly, peeled away the flesh and blood, and poked out the head.
Moro chose to be born on the sixteenth day.
He crawled out of his mother's womb, his body covered in amniotic fluid and blood.
The woman stretched out her hand to him, with a hint of pleading in her eyes.
Moro's eyes were calm. Countless umbilical cords sucked the last bit of life out of 'mother', and then automatically disconnected, throwing away 'mother's' body like garbage.
boom!
The body of the 'Buddha Mother' fell from a high altitude and broke into several pieces on the ground. Her flesh and blood had been sucked dry, and even the bone marrow was not spared. She became extremely soft and brittle and broke into pieces when she fell.
Moro pressed the lotus seal with his hands, and the umbilical cord at his belly fell automatically and turned into a black lotus, hanging at his feet.
Under the blood moon, there was a trace of excitement in Moro's eyes.
After planning for so long, he is finally taking the most important step!
The next moment, he sat cross-legged and recited: "Maitreya will be reborn, and King Ming will be born. All Buddhas, dragons, and elephants will return to dust."
His eyes also turned blood red, and an invisible suction force spread to the entire Luoyang City with him as the center.
"Offer your flesh and blood to help me become a Buddha. Everyone in the three realms and ten directions worships Mara!"
As soon as the words fell, painful groans resounded in Luoyang City. The bodies of many people exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist, which then poured into Moro in the air.
In an instant, countless rays of blood flew into Moro's body, nourishing his flesh and soul, making his originally stunted body of just over a foot tall continue to grow.
boom!
Countless sword energy slashed at the bloody barrier, but it only caused more powerful ripples, but did not break it.
Moro glanced at Li Daoxuan, who was still trying outside the formation, with a sneer on his lips.
This formation has consumed the savings of the Moro Cult for hundreds of years. Even if your Taoist skills are ten times stronger, Li Daoxuan will never be able to break through it in a short time.
And he only needs a stick of incense to feed on the flesh and blood essence of the people of Luoyang, quickly make up for the shortfall of being born early, and cultivate the strongest demonic Buddha body!
By then, no one in heaven or on earth will be able to defeat him!
Moro closed his eyes and was completely immersed in the pleasure of rapidly growing strength. His hair became longer and longer, his body became taller and taller, and he gradually grew from childhood to youth, and from youth to youth...
Outside the ruined temple.
The little blind girl covered her ears and made a painful sound.
Her body slowly expanded, as if it was going to explode, turning into a blood mist, and then becoming the nourishment for the demon Buddha's body.
However, the next moment, she suddenly felt that the pressure dropped sharply, and she even felt a warm feeling.
The water ghost mother gently hugged her daughter, her soul constantly fluctuating, bearing all the pressure for her.
The soaked hands gently stroked her daughter's hair, as if she wanted to braid it.
There was reluctance and nostalgia in her eyes, as well as relief and pride.
Her daughter is no longer the little one who liked to hide in her arms and cry. Now she is very strong and optimistic. She can always work hard to overcome difficulties. Even if she is bruised and bruised, she never cries, but loves to laugh. .
Halfway through the braid, it finally fell down weakly.
A soul that was reluctant to reincarnate because it couldn't let go of its daughter finally disappeared in the confrontation with Moro.
The little blind girl hugged her knees and suddenly cried very sadly.
"Mother..."
When begging, if there are other beggars who want to bully her, those people will always be inexplicably scared away.
Whenever she accidentally walked to the river, there would always be a branch catching her clothes.
Sometimes she didn't beg for food and was lying in the temple so hungry that a fish would automatically swim to the shore and splash in the water.
How could I not know you are here?
So even though she stumbled and hit her head with blood, she never cried. Instead, she smiled happily because she knew that her mother was watching by her side.
Whenever someone talks about Buddhist scriptures, she will stop and listen, because she knows that her mother likes to hear this, and she loved reading Buddhist scriptures most during her lifetime.
It is said in Buddhist scriptures that if the deceased cannot let go of their loved ones, they will remain in the world for a long time, thereby missing the opportunity of reincarnation and becoming a lonely ghost forever.
She wanted her mother to know that she could live alone and live strong, so that her mother could be reincarnated without worries.
But she seemed to have failed.
The little blind girl cried so sadly that her nose even flowed out, until a big warm hand touched the top of her head.
The mellow and gentle Buddha's light poured into her eyes and quickly cured her eye disease.
After many years, the little girl saw the world again.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her pupils were dark and bright, reflecting a bald old monk.
His beard was gray, and his cassock was tattered. He stood barefoot on the dirt floor of the yard, and his feet were covered with spots of yellow mud.
But his eyes were very gentle and compassionate.
"I...I can see..."
"Grandpa Monk...you...are you a Buddha?"
Huichan said softly: "If you say yes, then so be it."
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she begged: "You...can you save my mother?"
Huichan was silent for a moment, and when the light in the little girl's eyes gradually dimmed, he said: "Don't worry, your mother worships the Buddha devoutly, has been reincarnated, and will be rich and long-lived in the next life."
"Thanks to you, she let go of her obsession."
The little girl suddenly smiled extremely happily.
Seeing her smile, Hui Chan couldn't help but laugh too.
A monk does not lie, but this time, he broke the precept willingly.
"Live well."
Huichan gently touched her dirty hair, and then three golden needles flew out from the center of his eyebrows, the middle of his tan, and his pubic area, and shot into the nearby trees.
It is painted with Taoist talisman patterns and the immobilization charm of Longhu Mountain.
The bright Buddha light soared into the sky and gathered together into a blurry figure with compassionate eyes and a handsome face. He held the Buddha's seal in his hand and smiled happily at Hui Chan.
"Amitabha, thank you, holy monk!"
Huichan clasped his hands together and bowed towards the figure.
Those were the remnants of the eminent monk Kumarajiva.
When Hui Chan attained great enlightenment, he was truly recognized by Kumarajiva, inherited all the power of the relics, and at the same time forced out the golden needle and restored his cultivation.
Hui Chan looked up at the figure that looked like a Buddha and a demon under the blood moon. Moro had turned into a young man, with immeasurable Buddha light flowing around his body. There was even a vision of Bodhi and golden lotus in the sky.
In the past, Hui Chan would have bowed sincerely and welcomed the Buddha into the world, but now...
He glanced at the little girl one last time and said with a smile: "Thank you for taking care of me these days. It's time for me to take care of other people."
He gently lifted his steps, and lotus blossoms sprouted from his muddy bare feet, heading towards the clouds.
Lotus grows every step of the way!
With every step he took, the golden light on his body became brighter. After ten steps, his whole body was already golden, shining like a bright sun, shining in all directions.
The Sanskrit sounds sound and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.
The ordinary people who were about to explode and die gradually recovered and got a chance to breathe.
…
Moro opened his eyes suddenly!
"Little monk, you alone want to stop me?"
Moro looked at the young monk in front of him who was holding the umbrella handle and trying to keep his balance, with a complicated look on his face.
Although he has completely suppressed Sanle's soul and gained absolute control over his body, he will inevitably be affected by another soul.
For example, when he saw this little monk, he subconsciously felt emotions such as love, joy, and closeness in his heart.
That was Sanle's emotions brewing in his heart.
Xuanzang held the handle of the umbrella tightly with one hand, and Xiaotang's soul was possessed in the umbrella, so that he could fly up and arrive in front of Moro.
"Master, I know you can hear me, please cheer up!"
Xuanzang's voice choked up and he said: "Many people have died below, including many old people and children. Master, although you are usually very careless, I know that the last thing you want to see is a lifetime of suffering."
"They say you are greedy for money, but in Yuzhang City, you secretly put more than half of the money we earned from the chest-breaking performance at the door of the Salesian Bureau."
"And you will go to Grandma Zhang in the south of the city every day and buy three extremely salty biscuits for me to eat, because only in this way will the stubborn Grandma Zhang be willing to accept the money."
"There are also medical clinics. All the herbs you collect are sold at low prices. The doctors think you don't understand, but they don't know. You just want more patients to be able to afford the medicine, and -"
Whoosh!
A flash of blood pierced Xuanzang's heart, and blood spurted out like spring water.
"Xuan Zang!!!"
A heartbroken cry rang out from the oil-paper umbrella.
Xuanzang kept coughing up blood, his eyes gradually blurred, his hand holding the oil-paper umbrella slowly loosened, and his body fell to the ground.
No matter how wise he is, he is just a mortal without magic power.
"Master...Father..."
The sound gradually faded away, dissipated in the wind.
Moro sighed softly, his eyes darkened, and said: "So this is what sadness feels like,"
"Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are indeed the poison of immortals and the bones of gods and Buddhas."
He wiped away the tears that had flowed out of his right eye and said calmly: "Sanle, you should thank me for helping you end this disgusting master-disciple relationship."
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(End of chapter)
