Xuanzang found himself in an extremely dark world.
He saw Xiaotang holding an umbrella not far away, blowing bubbles at him, then smiling brightly, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
He wanted to follow, but a hand held his shoulder.
"let me go--"
Xuanzang turned his head, but was stunned, his eyes quickly becoming wet.
"Teacher...Master!"
Master Sanle appeared behind him, still smiling, his eyes full of love and kindness.
Xuanzang threw himself into his master's arms and said in a strangled voice: "Master, I... I thought I would never see you again!"
No matter how intelligent he is, he is still just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who has experienced so many things and seems to be strong, but in front of the master, his inner fear and uneasiness are finally revealed.
Sanle sighed softly, touched Xuanzang's bald head, and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death, love and hate, separation, we Buddhist monks will eventually have to walk in the world of mortals."
Xuanzang vaguely heard the meaning of parting in his master's words, and asked hurriedly: "Master, where are you going?"
Sanle sighed: "Of course I should go where a teacher should go."
After a pause, he said in a solemn voice: "Xuan Zang, time is limited. Please listen carefully to what I'm going to say next. It's up to you whether you can completely kill Moro and restore peace to the world."
Xuanzang was shocked and confused. He was just a little novice monk who didn't even have magic power. What could he do for such a big thing?
"I sacrificed my life to feed demons for my master just so that Moro could have a physical body, but I didn't want him to use the method of reincarnation to suppress his consciousness, which led to today's results."
"Now Moro is fighting hard with Master Qingyi and Laotian. Only as a master can he secretly come to see you through the method of entrusting dreams."
"Xuan Zang, raise your right hand now."
Xuanzang did as he was told, and then found that there was an extra word "Buddha" in the palm of his hand, emitting a faint light.
"Previously at White Horse Temple, when you saw the demon fetus, my master secretly gave you a gift, which is the word 'Buddha'. It is also the only hope to defeat Moro!"
Xuanzang wiped away his tears and said with determination, "Master, what should I do?"
The master is willing to risk his life to kill Moro. As a disciple, he is not afraid of life or death!
Sanle asked: "Do you still remember the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" I gave you?"
Xuanzang was stunned and said in surprise: "Master, is it okay to sing children's songs to Moro..."
Master Sanle shook his head and said with a smile: "What you see is illusion, what you understand is true, there are Dharma and all the signs, and if you don't hold on, it is empty. Xuanzang, read that book carefully, and then you will understand everything."
He stretched out a little finger and said with a smile: "You are just a little bit away from defeating Moro."
After saying that, San Le's figure became increasingly faint.
Xuanzang quickly tightened his hand and said, "Master, don't leave. It's so dark here. How should I leave here? I'm so scared!"
"Cause and reincarnation have their own destiny. Don't be afraid. Someone will help you get out of here."
"Master, don't leave!!"
Xuanzang had a vague feeling that this might be the last meeting between him and his master.
Sanle's voice contained a hint of emotion in its calmness.
"When I picked you up in the river, you were only nine pounds, and you grew so big in a blink of an eye."
"Xuan Zang, after Moro is destroyed, you can return to the secular life and return to Jiangliu. You can marry a wife and have children, be an official, do business, farm and raise fish, it's up to you."
He let out a long sigh and said: "If you insist on staying in Buddhism, remember not to travel west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. The lack of Mahayana Buddhism is the regret of my teacher and Bodhidharma, not yours."
"You should have your own life."
The sound got farther and farther, and Sanle's figure finally disappeared.
Xuanzang fell into the darkness. He raised his right hand, hoping to illuminate the darkness with the word 'Buddha' in his palm, but how could a little firefly light illuminate the world.
Xuanzang felt his body getting colder and colder, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he was gradually being swallowed up by darkness.
However, at this moment, the bright Buddha's light lit up and poured into Xuanzang's body, driving away the darkness and cold.
An old voice echoed in this dark world, like an enlightenment and a wake-up call.
"Amitabha, please wake up quickly!"
"Wake up quickly!"
"wake up!"
…
Xuanzang opened his eyes suddenly. The moonlight was like water, and the night sky in Luoyang was a bit dazzling. Through the layers of clouds, he could hear the roaring thunder and see the bright fairy light.
Bright as day.
Xuanzang felt that his body was full of strength. Not only had all his injuries recovered, but his upper, middle and lower Dantian were all opened up. The rich Buddhist magic power was like a river rushing and condensing into a lake.
His eyes were jade-colored, and the moonlight around him made him feel very friendly. His body was light and agile, and he seemed to be able to move like a bird in the moonlight.
This is a sign of entering the Yin Shen realm.
Xuanzang looked at his hands in disbelief.
"When did I...cultivate to the Yin Shen realm?"
Although he was only in the early stage of Yin Shen, he had crossed over from an ordinary person to the three realms of Bigu in a matter of seconds, which was absolutely shocking to the world.
"Amitabha, you finally woke up."
Xuanzang turned his head and saw an old and tired old monk with a gray beard, sitting quietly on the ground, with only one arm and a peaceful and calm breath.
He looked very old, and even his eyebrows had turned white, like frost and snow.
"Master, did you save me?"
Huichan nodded and said: "I have injected the remaining cultivation into your body through the initiation method. Young monk, is your name Xuanzang?"
Xuanzang looked at the old and kind Hui Chan and was very moved. His eyes turned red and he nodded quickly.
"Good boy, don't cry."
Hui Chan looked at Xuanzang as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.
"It's such a good weapon. It can hold so much Buddhist magic power. No wonder the Buddha chose you."
Xuanzang was puzzled.
Huichan pointed to the sky and said: "Hurry up and do what you should do. The people of Luoyang City are still waiting for you."
Xuanzang thought of his master's words and became energetic and said: "I understand. Master said that the key to defeating Moro lies in "Three Hundred Children's Songs". I always keep that book close to my body -"
Xuanzang took out the book on his body, but his pupils were condensed, showing a look of horror.
Because the book "Three Hundred Children's Songs" was placed near his heart. His heart was pierced by Moro before, and this book was also pierced. Except for the four corners, almost all the contents in the center were burned to ashes. .
…
Thousands of feet high in the sky.
The situation changes little by little.
As the old Heavenly Master said, the Queen in Tsing Yi's magical power is not infinite. Compared with the 84,000 years of accumulation of Maitreya Buddha, although she is amazingly talented and beautiful, her background is still far behind.
As time goes by, the balance of victory begins to tilt slowly.
The Empress in Tsing Yi and the old Heavenly Master stood side by side, with celestial light and thunder everywhere, repelling the attacks of the four Moro men again and again, even cutting off Moro's head countless times, but still to no avail.
Now the four Moro men surrounded them, relying on their immortal bodies to consume the mana of the two men. Their intention was very obvious.
"Zhang Zhiyan and Qingyi, you are considered to be the two strongest people in the world, but you still have nothing to do with me. They all say that those who understand the current affairs are heroes. You should know that no one in this world can beat me!"
Moro said in a bewildering voice: "If you are willing to take refuge in me, I can assure you that there will never be any loss in Longhu Mountain and Qingming Realm, and they will still be under your control."
"Zhang Zhiyan, you don't have long to live. After I unify the world, I can help you overcome the disaster and become an immortal!"
"And Qing Yi, you really surprise me. You actually have such a powerful Shinto cultivation. I can make you a Buddha and sit on the lotus platform with you in the future. How about that?"
Moro's voice seems to have some strange power, which can confuse people's hearts, is full of temptation, and invisibly stirs up the greed in people's hearts.
But the Heavenly Master and the Empress in Tsing Yi were both people with extraordinary minds and were not moved at all.
"Disciples of Longhu Mountain would rather live in pieces than in pieces, how can they succumb to demons?"
There was a trace of sarcasm in the eyes of the old master, and he said: "Moluo, don't show off your tricks, don't be ashamed!"
The Empress in Tsing Yi was more direct and said coldly: "It's disgusting."
Moro snorted coldly and said: "I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven of Desire Realm. When the Tathagata attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree, I was almost defeated. What do you two juniors mean to me?"
The empress in green said calmly: "He is just a demon who was once suppressed by the Buddha and sent to the Abi Hell."
The old master followed up and said: "You still call yourself the enemy of Buddha's enlightenment? Haha, maybe to Buddha, you are just a little insect buzzing around under the bodhi tree!"
Moro showed a hint of anger.
What he was most proud of was that he once prevented Sakyamuni from attaining enlightenment. Although he failed, he was still proud of him. How could he allow younger people to slander him?
"That's nonsense. I almost prevented the Tathagata from becoming enlightened. Now that I have a physical body, even if the Tathagata is resurrected, what can he do to me?"
"Tathagata child, what can you do to me?"
He arbitrarily insulted the existence that he once feared in his heart, and he felt a sense of revenge.
However, the next moment, the sky and the earth suddenly lit up, and the bright golden light covered the sky. It fell from the nine heavens and came to the world. The texture of the palm was vaguely visible, like the veins of mountains and rivers.
Moro's pupils trembled, showing unprecedented panic and fear.
"This, this is impossible!"
"Tathagata...how could he still be alive!!!"
Boom!
The nine-day cloud energy fell together with this huge Buddha's hand, and it was like a universe in the palm, completely locking Moro. No matter how many magical powers and creations he had, he could only resist this palm.
At this moment, Moro was so nervous that his body was shaking.
He was extremely sure that this hand was the hand of Tathagata, and he would never misremember the Tathagata's breath!
He was once ruthlessly driven into Avici Hell by this hand and suppressed for countless years!
All kinds of memories came to mind, making Moro taste fear again.
…
Half an hour ago.
Xuanzang looked at the almost destroyed "Three Hundred Children's Songs" in a daze, with only one thought left in his mind.
It's over, it's all over!
The important task entrusted to him by his master was ruined like this!
A ray of breeze blew, gently caressing Xuanzang's cheek, making his heart move, as if he was recalling something.
Master said, let him look at it carefully.
Xuanzang sat cross-legged and stared quietly at the "Three Hundred Children's Songs" in front of him. In fact, he had already torn through the book, and he had memorized the contents backwards, and he had not discovered any secrets.
He opened the badly damaged book and recalled the master's words in his mind.
"What you see is illusion, what you understand is true, there are dharma and all the signs, and if you don't hold on, it's empty."
His Zen mind became calmer and calmer, and he seemed to understand what the master meant.
He was so obsessed with seeing the secrets in the book that he became obsessed with it, blinding his eyesight and unable to see clearly.
What you see is illusion, what you understand is reality.
There was a glimmer of wisdom in Xuanzang's eyes. He made an action that surprised even Hui Chan. He stretched out his hand and completely tore up the book "Three Hundred Children's Songs", letting the confetti fly.
Xuanzang closed his eyes and unconsciously sat cross-legged, with the monk's robes fluttering around his body, and wisps of gentle Buddha light flowing around him, just like Kasyapa's sudden enlightenment of Zen when he smiled.
The words of "Three Hundred Children's Songs" circulated in his heart, automatically arranged and reorganized, and turned into another book in the small space of the spiritual platform.
The heart mantra of the Great Sun Tathagata of the Vajra Realm!
Each ancient Sanskrit character circulated in his heart, blooming with immeasurable Buddha light.
Xuanzang couldn't help but read it out.
"Om, Furila, Tuodu, Zhang..."
He spat out difficult and obscure Sanskrit words one after another, and the word "Buddha" in his hand became brighter and brighter. In the end, it was like a bright sun.
Until Xuanzang sensed a distant place called Lingshan, there was a rumble in his mind, like hearing the sound of thunder in the west.
He finally understood everything.
On the lotus platform deep in the Lingshan Mountain, there is a golden severed hand.
This holy place, where countless Arhats, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas once gathered, and where Tathagata Buddha preached, has now become empty and silent.
Only the golden lotus with grade 12 merits and virtues had a golden hand.
That is Buddha's hand.
The word "Buddha" in Xuanzang's palm is the link connecting this Buddha's hand, so when Hui Chan sees it, he will say that he has seen the real Buddha.
The "Vajra Realm Great Sun Tathagata Mantra" is a mantra that activates the Buddha's hands. Only by combining the two can the Buddha's hands reappear in the world and subjugate demons!
Huichan stared at the hand of the Buddha falling from the sky, bowed devoutly, and burst into tears.
After practicing hard for more than ninety years, I finally got to see the Buddha!
Die without regrets.
Looking at Xuanzang, he seemed to see the future great prosperity of Buddhism. He heard the morning bells and evening drums, and the wooden fish chanting sutras. There were no disasters or wars. Everything was so peaceful and peaceful.
Luoyang is so beautiful like that!
…
boom!
In full view of everyone, the Buddha's hand suppressed only Moro, then turned into a five-element mountain and landed thirty miles outside Luoyang City.
The ground trembled, like a dragon or a snake writhing.
The towering Five Elements Mountains that reached into the clouds suppressed Moro and blocked all magical powers. The ground was like steel, unable to escape, and the sky was like a sea of suffering, making it difficult to fly.
Without the blessing of Moro's magical power, the clone of the third Buddha also automatically dissipated.
Everything seems to be over.
Li Daoxuan let out a long breath and said: "I really didn't expect that Xuanzang was the glimmer of hope!"
The sworn brother he had always protected now actually saved a whole city of people, and even summoned the hand of Buddha to defeat the already almost invincible Moro.
He is indeed a man who can control Sun Wukong!
Li Daoxuan showed a smile of relief, it was finally over.
Unexpectedly, the toad suddenly shouted loudly: "Idiot, the Buddha's hand can restrain the former Mora, but it cannot restrain the current Mora with Maitreya's body. What's more, the Five Elements Mountain does not have the blessing of the six-character mantra. With the power, you can escape immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Five Elements Mountain suddenly rumbled and rocks rolled down, like a landslide.
Li Dao
There is no longer any six-character mantra of Buddha!
The toad cursed at Li Daoxuan: "Don't you understand? The glimmer of hope was not Xuanzang at all, but your boy, it was you!!"
After saying this, the toad turned into flesh with a bang, as if it had suffered some invisible backlash, and its death was extremely miserable. (End of chapter)
