Chapter 1555: Tolerance is as moving as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret treasure (Page 1/1)

pagoda.

There are seven floors.

The upper tip below.

Gold and jade railings, glazed gold windows.

Decorated with banners, garlands and treasures, and thousands of golden bells hanging on it.

When the wind blows, the bells ring, and the Sanskrit word with red gold falls to the ground, and it sounds like a lion's roar, shocking the evil spirits and possessing the huge power of the Vajra.

The great master, Wonderful Words, True Action Buddha was sitting on the top of the tower. In front of him was a pool of merit, with rippling water patterns and golden light. When he heard Ksitigarbha's words, he gently stroked his eyebrows with his hands, and hid his vertical pupils, and said with a smile, "I feel relieved if I have this sentence from Brother Buddha."

This Buddha was very polite to the young man who looked pretty in front of him. The reason was very simple, because most Buddhas in the Western World knew that this Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was just a great vow of Dharmakaya, and was evaluated by the Buddha as being patient and unmoving, just like the earth, with deep meditation, like a secret treasure, and then entrusted with important tasks to stay in the underworld, trying to get involved in the samsara.

It can be imagined how profound and unfathomable his true body is.

The two talked a few times, and the great master and the master said, "I want to ask for advice on something."

Ksitigarbha nodded. Behind him, the Buddha's light was like a lotus blooming. He held a golden body, wore a crown on his head, hung his shoulders, held a bead in his left hand, and held a tin staff in his right hand, and fell on the lotus, without moving.

I have my own merits and are perfect and flawless.

There is light and fragrance.

The face of the great master, the true saying and the Buddha Tan Jin rarely showed doubts and asked, "The Emperor of Qingyi is one of the emperors of the Heavenly Court. He has the supreme power. In the Heavenly Court, in the thirty-three days, he is almost the best existence of the immortals. How can such a person enter the Netherworld without causing the backlash of the Netherworld rules?"

Netherworld is the real yin of the sky, and the rules are different from those of the yang surface.

It can be said that the stronger a person on the yang side, the more he will be able to counterattack by the power of rules when he enters the underworld.

Of course, the Golden Immortal Dao Ancestor is not in this ranks.

"The Emperor of Green"

There were ripples in Ksitigarbha's peaceful eyes, as if the wind was waving. There was a faint smile on his pretty face and said, "There are always exceptions in the universe. I'm afraid that the Emperor Qingyi can do this because he has his own trump card."

"The trump card,"

The great master and the master, the true practice Buddha glanced at it, and his voice was not loud, saying, "If you can cover up the great power of the emperor, the trump card in the hands of the Emperor Qingyi is probably really amazing."

Speaking of this, the great masters and the great words of true actions and Buddhas paused slightly.

Because he suddenly realized that the Ksitigarbha King opposite could stand out from Buddhism and take root in the underworld, which was similar to the Emperor Qingyi.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva did not speak, and the golden body behind him was rustling with wind, and the bead curtains collided, swaying with brilliant golden light.

"Brother Buddha,"

The great virtue and wisdom speak true and practice Buddha fell to his seat, pinched the bottle seal with his hand, and looked solemn and solemn, saying, "You have a wide range of knowledge and vast supernatural powers. Taking advantage of this opportunity to contact the Emperor Qingyi, you can try to explore the other party's bottom. If you can really find the clues of the Emperor Qingyi's rule that the Emperor Qingyi's rule covers the underworld, it can be said that it will be a great merit for the entire Buddhism."

Ksitigarbha King Ximo Rujin nodded and said, "I know."

The great master, the Buddha, said, "I have some troubles to deal with, so I won't bother with you when I see Ksitigarbha opposite him. I smiled and said, "Okay, I have some chores to deal with, so I won't bother Brother Buddha."

"Goodbye."

After the great virtue and the Buddha finished speaking, he waved his hand and the great light on the top door rose, and the clouds and mists were like dragons. The whole person's body made a sound of locking sound, and the contact was broken.

Let’s talk about Ksitigarbha. When the thoughts change, the golden body behind him disappears, the robes on his body dizzy and the texture of the evil ghosts on him open their mouths and want to devour people. However, layers of Buddha lights hang down, making them dyed with a layer of gold.

He stood up, and behind him was a Bodhi tree, seven or eight feet tall, crystal clear, with leaves like glass, full of natural texture, like shadows of Buddha, changing from time to time.

"The Emperor of Qingyi,"

Ksitigarbha slowly uttered four words, his voice was very heavy, and there was a kind of depression. He raised his head slightly, and the skylight casted from the gaps between the branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree, sparse, illuminating his beautiful eyebrows.

Light and shadow intertwined, waves swaying, like the future, unpredictable.

"call,"

After a long time, Ksitigarbha King exhaled a breath of turbid air. He looked up and saw that every word floated in the Buddha land, blooming with light. The vast Buddha light soared into the sky. Inside, there were many Buddhist guardians, including three heads and six arms, holding a demon-subduing pestle, a thousand feet tall, or a roar like thunder.

They are all the underworld people who he personally influenced with Buddhism, who converted to Buddhism and thus guarded Buddhist principles.

The most loyal is not the second heart.

"The Emperor of Qingyi,"

Ksitigarbha said again, above his top gate, the clouds flowed, and the auspicious air rose, like a canopy. On it, a page of scripture emerged, with simple words, profound and mysterious, and difficult to describe in words.

The scriptures look only one page, thin, but after you open it, you will find that there are countless pages, and no matter how you turn it, you can't finish it.

It records the way of Yin, the way of thick, the way of carrying, etc., which are all the true words of the great way.

Every time the pages are turned, they resonate with the rules of the underworld.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva held the scriptures and walked in a pace. The canopy on the top door was dyed with a layer of black, and the two colors of gold and black intersected, like Tai Chi Yin and Yang, perfect and harmonious.

Netherworld, I don't know where.

There is a treasure building floating on the black water.

The building has six levels, with flying eaves hanging on the corners.

The sky is covered with blue glazed tiles, and the clear light is refracted on it. The light is erect, hanging like flowing water, endlessly reborn.

The skylight reflected from the small window, and you could see that the moon was as bright as frost and the flowers were blooming in the building.

It is really, the fragrance turns into wonderful music, and the snow is as beautiful as the clothes.

At this moment, when the black water opened, a little golden light appeared, and then the golden threads wandered around, thousands of times, like morning glows spreading over the sky, reflecting the red surroundings.

Then, the golden thread gathered from all sides to the center, fell downwards, and turned into a young man, wearing a high crown and a red gold robe. There were black patterns between his eyebrows, and a kind of aura.

The visitor came to the Baolou and smiled, "Fellow Daoist Su, I, Yuan Lang, are here to drink with you again..."

After the words came, the door of the treasure pavilion opened, golden light came out from inside, turned into a rainbow bridge, and extended to the feet of the visitor. A clear and bright voice came out, saying, "Fellow Daoist Yuan, please come in. I can't ask for it if you can come."

"Ha ha,"

Yuan Lang laughed loudly, tidied up his clothes, stepped on the rainbow bridge, and entered the treasure pavilion. At first glance, he saw Su Qiu sitting indoors, his clothes were as snow as snow, and his face was clean and sunny.

As for his waist, there was still a piccolo hanging on his waist, and the sound was spontaneous, as graceful as plum snow.

Yuan Lang was not polite either, so he walked over and sat opposite him.

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