"Why does bitterness sin against the world?"
"How did suffering come to this?"
At this moment, Jiang Wang could not ask why Ku Jue died.
He had no choice but to ask why Kujue was not respected.
Kujue is cynical, and Kujue has no dignity at all.
Bitter feelings always wallow in the dust.
Ku Jue is always mean and shameless.
But these should not be the reasons for him to be treated with disdain.
He is a real person in this world who enjoys true freedom. He is an eminent monk of the same generation as the contemporary abbot of Xuankong Temple. He practiced with him back then. How many people can compare with him when it comes to Buddhism and cultivation?
However, in the Xuankong Temple, there was almost no such person. Even the believers at the foot of the mountain did not know that there was suffering in the world.
Baizhu, who was also standing under the river, smiled: "Since he only represents himself... this is no matter how bad it is."
"What a pity..." I said with a smile: "You are a traitor, but seeing your heroic appearance at this moment, it's hard for me to be convinced!"
Huh, huh.
When there was no response after sending letters many times, he came to Xuankong Temple many times and asked for an audience by name. What he got every time was news about Kujue's wandering.
The first time he became a cabinet member of Taixu, he came to Xuankong Temple. The cabinet member paid homage to the mountain and received a letter from Ku Jue.
Whether the hot-faced Master Kudhi got angry or not, I remained silent. Beyond his expression as serious as a knife, there was an indescribable silence.
I straightened my spine, raised my head and pressed my sword, and walked with small steps. I represented Babao Mountain in that Buddhist holy land, walking like a dragon or a tiger.
When he was worried about Kujue's safety, he was gentle and polite and bowed to the door respectfully - "Please tell me where senior Kujue is."
The man wearing a plain Taoist robe, Guan Fuling, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful in the air: "It's hard to catch the breath, but you caught Zhuang Gaoxian's - I should be planning to make a comeback in Zhuangjing, how about you go directly to Zhuangguo?
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Silence is the echo of the ancient temple.
The pure depth of Babao Mountain.
The straw sandals were stepping on the water, and the monk's clothes were yellow and dusty. The person was a lonely reflection in the water. There was no one in front of me. The expression on his face was very proud.
Suffering and the truth of suffering are two things to talk about.
Divide at the first touch.
The body is the seven senses, the heart is one emotion, the mind is the eight thoughts, and the spirit is the eight wisdoms, which are the so-called Bodhisattva of hearing, thinking, cultivating, and receiving.
Body awareness, mind awareness, consciousness, spiritual awareness...
"Zong Dezhen!"
A heavy wind blows across the long river.
I want to be the enemy of Xuankong Temple.
Today... fine clothes!
"Shut up, you sick and consumptive ghost!!" The yellow-faced old monk cursed in different ways: "Buddha still scolded him, did he think he had some bad intentions?! His senior brother was captured and thrown back by despicable means.
Is he blind? Can he see? He stabbed me with a knife. Is he subduing the dragon? What kind of earthworm did he subdue? Is he a little rooster?! He fought hard with others and came to persuade you outside.
What’s wrong with Buddha’s bad temper? What the hell!!”
Just as I finished speaking, boom——
"That's it for now." The yellow-faced old monk raised his finger and pointed at us one by one: "Suffering life, suffering disease, the truth of suffering. They have heard bad things——"
Jiang Wang walked up behind me, knelt down under the futon behind the long desk, and faced the abbot of Xuankong Temple. His waist was still straight: "I would like to ask the abbot to tell you how everything happened."
There was only one incense burner and eight sticks of sandalwood under the case.
Jiang Wang walked back.
Standing at the back was a short old man with white hair and a boyish face. I frowned and said, "The Yongzhen Shanhe Seal has suppressed this place, and it is difficult to capture the breath."
This body has not entered Buddhism, but Babaoshan is the home outside Buddhism.
boom!
But I finally came to the abbot’s quiet room of Xuankong Temple.
No one would have thought that the yellow-faced old monk would dare to slander Buddha! That simply violated the bottom line of Buddhist practitioners!
The brothers and sisters of our generation who are still alive are all gathered together.
Because the feeling of suffering can be won by oneself.
The yellow-faced old monk pointed at the sky and scolded the ground: "What a bad thing, he bullies the master and destroys the ancestors! He even cares about scolding our master!"
"You knew that day would come, but it's a little sooner than you think." I said.
"I have a bad intention, everyone——"
The dense spiritual light overflowed from the body, becoming weaker and stronger in an instant, as if the spiritual light had exhausted itself.
The green smoke curled up, blurring the wrinkles under the miserable abbot's face.
But the yellow-faced old monk outside the Zen room did not give up: "Let Buddha go out! Buddha counts to eight, don't force Buddha to scold you harshly!"
Duzi Kubing chased him a few steps, chased him out of the suspended Zen state, and chased down Yunkong: "Even if he thinks about himself, he should also think about the ritual!"
A real person in this world who has truly left the Xuankong Temple. The Xuankong Temple indeed has no reason to stop me.
I'm just sitting here intensely, as if I haven't been sitting for a long time.
Jiang Qingyang leads the way, Jiang Wu'an bravely takes the lead in the Eighth Army, Jiang Ge Lao takes the responsibility of heaven, Jiang hopes that I... can face the end cowardly.
Today I have a way to feel sorry for the common people.
"World Honored One!" The yellow-faced old monk whispered again: "The World Honored One is also someone -"
"One! Seven - suffer that damn fat man! His fat pig with a fat head and small ears! I know he is listening, don't pretend to be dead for you! He listens to the corner all day long, but never says anything when things happen, he deserves to be that abbot
Is he worthy? Suffering is death, what is his turn? Damn fat man! Stand up! If he comes out again, you will call him master!"
"That's an appropriate statement." Taoist Chen Pi with an ancient face finished his retort: "That 'difficulty' is compared to what? But there is no standard? He can say it is difficult for a reason, and saying it is difficult also reflects that it is difficult.
What."
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I'm here just for one person.
Next time we are in the Wumandu Mountains, I will not be walking with Kujue, but it can be regarded as less of a stranger than the other real people.
The door of the room was also pushed open by Kudhi.
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At this moment, I am in a half-bow posture, which is rickets, but the bow is fully drawn.
Now... I hope that the world will give suffering the humiliation it deserves.
The yellow-faced old monk said: "The spirit of Jingli has grown small, and the future of Xuankong Temple belongs to me. I am a bad person. Now you have to save this bad person."
The truth of suffering also silently leads the way from behind.
His feet stumbled and landed on the water. As a result, two long gullies swelled and shot toward both banks.
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Snapped!
There are real people in this world who regard all living beings as ants, and there are real people who confuse right and wrong, but there is no room for a real person who plays games with the world?
The withered eyebrows raised, the monk's robes suddenly swelled, and unimaginable power burst out from the skinny body. The endless spiritual light spread out in all directions like a tsunami and landslide. But because of the seal of the Yongzhen Shanhe Seal,
It is found in the long river.
I said fiercely with a rare seriousness: "From today on, you officially leave the Xuankong Temple, and your brothers and sisters will go there."
In the past, Jiang Wang always felt that no matter how he was treated, it was all Ku Jue's own business. Ku Jue had his own way of getting along with the world, and Ku Jue would not be bullied. But now... he can no longer dance.
Come to curse people.
I walked back silently.
"He's such a bastard, he got under his grandfather's crotch! He loves eating it so much, why would he go to a manhole? Thousands of years old always die, bully your old age. Give him back
Does the Zixu Ding Shen Fuqi have any face? Such a young man has lived in vain, and has not grown at all! If the Buddha had been the same age as him, he would have transcended long ago! He is both a member of the state system and Yujing Mountain, and he can do whatever he wants.
It’s Tong, knowing shame is knowing shame!”
Although Kubing's voice was small, he scolded me too much, so he shut up angrily, turned around and left.
But I somehow hope that the road will be longer.
There is an answer to suffering and illness.
The old monk Cang Shen, who had white hair and a childish face, had the worst temper. When he saw the old monk blocking the road, he just asked: "Does he come here to represent the Xuankong Temple?"
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The truth of suffering was instantly furious.
Ku Ming said: "Where do you want to start?"
"You didn't want me to hear it!" the yellow-faced old monk said angrily outside the meditation room: "If that son of a bitch heard it, would the Buddha's scolding be in vain?!"
When people looked at Zheng Ying, who was famous all over the world, pressing her sword in the Buddhist holy land, what they saw was anger or arrogance, but overflowing with sadness that could be hidden quietly.
Eight figures suddenly appeared, hanging in the sky below the long river.
No matter how long the road is, there is no end. No matter how long you walk, there is still a way to catch your heart.
"What kind of place does he think the Hanging Temple is?" Kudhi said angrily: "He can come when he wants, leave when he wants, leave when he wants to leave, and return when he wants to return?"
With a sickly look on their face and a very serious view of the truth of suffering, they all stepped back from the meditation room and looked at me gently.
The miserable young master sat in front of a long desk.
"You know how he feels. But when things get to that point, you have experienced so little, and you all know that everything in the world will go as you wish. Even if you become a Buddha, few things can be changed!" Ku Ming let out a long sigh, feeling sad.
There was no trace of concealed exhaustion on his face: "Since the Shanmen inheritance, you have been able to do whatever you want. He is going to mess around again. The talisman of Zixu Zhenjun is a warning - let's stop here!"
A miserable voice sounded faintly: "Is your master also his master?"
But I didn't say anything.
Amid the low splash of water, a yellow-faced old monk in old monk robes stood up hastily.
Then he was just cursing... and left in the air.
I can't challenge anyone for this.
What can Jiang Wang do?
Jiang Wang knelt down behind the incense burner and closed his eyes thoughtfully.
That person is so sad.
Ku Jue's figure flew forward, then fell back to the water. A pair of straw sandals entered the water, and still moved forward for more than a hundred feet, causing two waves.
I raised a fat finger and placed it between Jiang Wang's eyebrows: "As for all that, please go outside my destiny... and take a look."
I am just a disciple, a junior, an existence like a disciple and a son, fighting for a breath and a name for myself, the "Master" who has never called me out.
Did Zhong Yi's suffering master immediately get out of his illness, and did any other master appear again? Naturally, some of the surrounding monks went to call for help.
A figure hit a spot under the long river in an instant!
"The mattress of his mother-in-law's straw sandals is rotten with eggs, and the eight-inch nails jumped under the Buddha's knees! It's such a shame that he still cheated the commander-in-chief. Why did he cheat Zong Dezhen! Back then, I was the 17th concubine of the Eighth Palace and Eighth House.
, a small number of people led by their entire family, trying to achieve the feat of becoming a dragon, a group of people fight life and death, it is difficult to lay the foundation, I turned around and ran down the Yujing Mountain - all the monks know that shaping into a golden body is forgetfulness.
Good believer. I forgot my origins when I came down from the mountain. I have a first-class conscience and can be called the most evil king in heaven!"
Kujue clapped his hands and said proudly: "Xuankong Temple is nothing! You have kicked us away, and it doesn't matter from now on. The one standing outside today is 'the lowest Buddha in the world, the first in history'
...He feels sorry for the Buddha! The Buddha only represents himself! Is the Buddha still enough?!"
There were small curses coming out of his mouth, and they stopped for several hours. Every time the curse came to a critical point, he would hit the ground hard, making a reverberating "bang" sound.
Jingtian's eight friends looked at each other.
This majestic hanging temple, the pagoda forest with faint treasures, and the Sanskrit chant that spans the ages...all can attract Jiang Wang's attention.
"Hehehe..." The yellow-faced old monk got up from the ground, with a full face, and said nonchalantly: "Buddha has been crazy for a long time. Not only today, did they know it today?!"
I would rather keep walking until the end.
The old monk is here for the human world.
"Don't be so loud with me!" The yellow-faced old monk suddenly pointed at my nose: "Some are small and some are big! When brothers speak, it's his turn to speak!"
I shook my head: "You can put yourself in the situation and say something that seems objective. That monk of yours who has escaped into Buddhism can describe it emotionally -"
But why should we be seen by others?
"They used me for harm, but they also helped me. They keep saying that they are good believers in Buddhism, but they shrink back when encountering trouble! What a holy place! Do you think you care about staying out there?" Kujue pointed at himself: "You! Kujue
Wake up! I leave Xuankong Temple today, and I will come back forever! This statement is shared by heaven and earth, and is witnessed by all the Buddhas!"
The truth of suffering turns sideways.
I put one hand behind me, pressing it against the surface of the river, as if grasping the long river, hovering the body. The other hand was placed in front of me, as if holding the void, to stabilize myself.
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I looked at the eight real people with different appearances across from me, grinned, and showed my yellow teeth: "Your disciple is doing small things in the back... because he hopes to be disturbed."
I grinned——
That fat little monk who always had a sad face, was he looking sad at the moment?
Under the simple gazes of the monks, I followed closely in front of the first building of Avalokitesvara, stepped back from the Buddhist holy land's mountain gate in the present world, and retreated into the suspended Zen state.
"Stop scolding!" Kubing's voice sounded in the Zen room. Although it was a persuasion, it was loud and thunderous, and it seemed more like a quarrel with me: "If you scold me less, the Xuankong Zen state will still block it. Zixu Zhenjun will
Hear it!”
"Shut up!" The fat and fat figure rushed out of the meditation room: "Does he know what he is talking about? He is crazy!"
In the Zen room, the yellow-faced old monk was half lying on the ground, with one foot on top of the other, one hand digging into the footboard, and the other hand beating the ground from time to time to add to his amusement and prestige.
Misfortune is to keep silent.
"This road is open!"
Licorice, who looked the youngest and most beautiful among Jingtian's eight friends and had the most serious expression, shook his head: "For you and Zhuang Gaoxian, that was too sudden. It should have happened in a few years."
It happened again before, but for Jiang Wang, that was not the time I chose, and I made very few preparations for this. Now I am willing to force Zhuang Gaoxian like that, and will allow Zhuang Gaoxian to escape back to Zhuang
Country?"
I kept nagging: "If you are wise enough to go in now, Buddha will recognize them, and Buddha's fist will be recognized - don't call it a prediction!"
Kubing said: "Don't give Shanmen—"
But in the front mountain gate, there was not a single sad sigh, but a faint voice sounded: "Since he is here for suffering, there is no other barrier for him to pass? Donor Jiang, please enter the mountain gate."
Someone pays attention to me.
Bai Shu stepped on a pair of wooden clogs and stepped on the river waves with a graceful demeanor: "It's a slow journey from the outside to Zhuang Country. It's only a small distance. If you follow quickly, it will be bad. Are they slow to save Zheng Yingke?"
Ku Ming sighed heavily: "Is he serious?"
"Always look at the situation and make it more in line with your mood. Hey, wait a minute -" Banxia, who looked like a middle-aged man, suddenly stopped and shook his head without a smile: "You still look bad.
Can you follow me immediately?"
"Go away!" I walked through several monks in small steps, deliberately bumped into Kudhi, and stepped out of the meditation room alone.
I am like an emerald buried outside a stone. At this moment, I peel off the stone clothing and finally reveal my brilliance.
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boom!!!
Like meteors flying down, meteorites falling from the sky, a figure cut through the sky and hit the water of the long river directly!
"Take it! The Buddha is about to leave, leaving some calligraphy treasures for his disciples to take a peek at." The yellow-faced old monk suddenly threw a bunch of letters and threw them into my arms: "When your Jingli becomes the abbot, call me first.
I removed the first seat of his Jianglongyuan, I have some foresight!"
Wealth is returning to one's hometown, and prosperity is manifesting one's holiness. For the old monk, this should not be a little regretful.
This chapter has been completed!