Chapter 1182: Evil thoughts!

A piece in a Zen room.

One old and one young, they were carrying out all the questions and answers that seemed completely incompatible.

"My friend, how dare you ask where you are from?"

"Where is not the origin?"

"Then why did you come?"

"I'm stuffed."

The question and answer of the bull head that was wrong lasted for more than ten minutes before it stopped. Zen Master Yihui smiled happily.

"So my friend is full and full."

Zen Master Yihui joked.

“It’s not all.”

Qin Jian looked at the old monk in front of him and could also flash a light.

Zen Master Yihui looked at Qin Jian with a smile on his face and didn't speak.

The seemingly silent atmosphere was broken after more than a dozen breaths.

Qin Jian said, "Master, do you think this world is illusory or real?"

Zen Master Yihui was stunned.

This question, both in Buddhism and elsewhere, is one of the ultimate propositions.

Is the world real or false?

I don’t know how many great sages have stopped this question from ancient times to the present, and they have scratched their heads and come up with countless answers.

"The world is naturally real."

Zen Master Yihui is very pragmatic.

"What if it's false?"

Qin Jian asked again.

“If it’s false, so what?

All the joys, angers, sorrows, and ignorances of all sentient beings, all things, come from this world, the sky that has been hanging for eternity and the thick and solid earth, are so real, these are enough!"

As long as there is Buddha!

All illusions exist real.

"But if you feel all this so-called real existence, it's this false world that is deceiving you?"

Qin Jian's next sentence made Zen Master Yihui's body tremble, and he stayed there completely, his mouth opened, and he finally had nothing to say.

Cicadas do not know spring and autumn, and insects cannot talk about ice in summer.

With their vision and cognition, they naturally don’t know what this complete world looks like.

Just like humans, their understanding of the world is based on their subjective feelings.

However, all of this will be deceived!

All love, hate, love, blood flow, greatness and insignificance, humility and nobility, the painstaking efforts of sages, and the ambitions of emperors are all illusions and will eventually end.

Some people went completely crazy after accepting this fact.

Some people dare not accept this fact and choose to fight back, but in the end they are as gorgeous as a meteor and pass away quickly.

"My friend, what does this mean when you ask me?"

Zen Master Yihui narrowed his eyes, his expression with a hint of solemnity.

Qin Jian naturally noticed his little moves.

He continued to speak: "Your Pure Land Buddhism Sect claims to lead sentient beings to Pure Land to build a world without pain. Unfortunately, this is impossible."

Qin Jian naturally understood the purpose of the Pure Land Buddha.

Eternal bliss is naturally impossible to achieve.

Because this is a world of human nature, because of the existence of human nature, there will inevitably be no such thing.

So what about erasing all humans?

Then what remains in this world is just animal nature.

It is more bloody than human nature, and drinks blood.

All killings are just for survival.

The world is stained with blood due to killing, and bright flowers bloomed in the dyed blood. Although it is cruel and disgusting, it really makes the world more colorful.

They are the flowers of the origin of civilization.

Based on this, the so-called etiquette, beauty and lofty thoughts were born.

In the dark chaos, a cough sounded and a loud curse sounded.

"Ahem, Mad, what the hell is this? It's dark."

Zijiao felt that he had hit a hard object, and tears of pain flowed from tears. He rubbed the bag on his forehead for a long time.

Finally, he exclaimed a slight surprise.

"It's a thousand-year-old tomb, no, the breath of a ten-year-old tomb!"

When Zijiao's eyes lit up, his interest suddenly came.

He is the best at this!

I don’t know where the shovel was taken out and shoveled it into the soil.

sand!

sand!

The soil was loosening and gradually spread a decadent atmosphere.

Zi Jiao walked around in it, stopping and stopping, and soon a passage was dug out.

boom!

The soil was completely broken, and a dim light dispelled the darkness that was invisible to the point of reaching out.

Zijiao rushed in and saw the scene in front of him.

I'm good!

This is a tomb, standing side by side, like a chessboard crisscrossing, with no less than tens of thousands of coffins arranged in an extremely orderly manner.

Open one of the coffins, inside which is a skinny and bone-shaped mummy wearing a decaying cassock.

"Damn!"

Zijiao cursed.

Because at this moment, the coffins were shaking in one go, the coffin boards broke open, and mummies came out from it.

In an instant, Zijiao was submerged.

Fragments of the ground!

"Oh my god, what the hell did you steal?

My master is right, but we all have to be retribution in our work. Will my retribution come so soon?"

Zijiao actually escaped from it, feeling very embarrassed, snot and tears.

"Ho ho!"

Countless mummies let out low roars in their mouths and rushed towards Zijiao.

Fortunately, this tomb is very huge, like an underground world.

Zijiao escaped in it, looking back from time to time, widened his eyes, and said something: "Then hell can do it?"

There were many mummies who directly removed their arm bones and thigh bones and threw them directly.

The void is broken!

Boom!

Suddenly, in this scattered tomb, one of the scattered scattered scattered skull flew over, lifting the lid of the coffin halfway, revealing half of the skeleton's body.

A skeleton face was half ruined, and she made a very funny move of folding her hands together.

If Qin Jian was here, he would definitely be shocked.

Because this skeleton with only half a face was wearing the same cassock as Zen Master Yiyang who was preaching under the Bodhi tree just now.

This skeleton seemed to be trapped in some deep memory, tilted his neck and whispered in his mouth: "Bliss. Bliss!"

On the other side, the Pure Land Buddhist Sect where Qin Jian was located suddenly flashed and thundered. All the monks and believers were anxious and felt very frightened, as if something terrifying was about to happen.

Zen Master Yihui, who was discussing the Tao with Qin Jian, was also frightened to find that his flesh-filled palms were slowly fading away the flesh and blood, revealing white bones.

"This, what the hell is going on?"

An unprecedented fear and anxiety filled my heart, making Zen Master Yihui completely despise.

"You're dead!"

Qin Jian fixed his way.

To be precise, the Zen Master Yihui in front of me was just an evil thought left by the previous soul art civilization, the previous evil thought left by the Zen Master Yihui before his death.

Dead?

Zen Master Yihui was completely confused.
Chapter completed!