Chapter 258: The Six Spiritual Transformations of the Buddhist School - All Leaks
Thousands of waves rolled over each other in the vast sea water. As Wang Qiuyi shouted happily, Qing Lijun, who was sitting down and vaguely looking like a heavenly dragon, also groaned and cheered up helplessly.
The scales and armor all vibrated, but in just a moment, the giant dragon penetrated thousands of miles of void, its body like lightning.
The fierce force swept three thousand feet, and the abyssal sea parted under the claws of Lord Qingli, revealing the deep and bottomless darkness of the abyss.
In the distance, I saw a green light as vigorous and dazzling as a dragon, accompanied by endless clouds and wind and thunder, like a huge moving natural disaster.
The wind and rain are coming, and there is thunder and lightning.
After half a stick of incense.
Wang Qiuyi, who had lazily closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. He sighed, straightened his clothes, and suddenly his expression became solemn.
"arrive……"
At this moment, Guanghui on the dragon's horn also recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and then spoke in a deep voice.
The clouds were heavy and heavy, as if the sky were collapsing. Electric snakes flew out from time to time in the thick clouds as deep as ink, bringing with them rumbling thunder.
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.
Although Lord Qingli was born from Qingjiao, he can be regarded as the oldest immortal on the continent. His dragon bloodline has been gradually purified into the blood of Heavenly Dragon over thousands of years.
The pair of supremely majestic dragon horns on his head alone are the best proof.
Without concealing the aura, even without deliberately acting.
Wherever Qingli Jun passes, there are also infinite winds and thunders, which serve as embellished visions.
But at this moment...
A side of continuous Qingyun slowly lifts up from the bottom of the sea, upright, square, rational, far-reaching... All kinds of breaths interact with the heaven and earth, and together weave this side of continuous Qingyun.
It is like dividing the world's principles and determining the laws and rituals of the world. It is like a ruler that measures the universe.
The moment Qingyun appeared.
Instantly.
The wind stopped and the rain dispersed, the thunder faded and the lightning died down.
The waters of the South China Sea have returned to a calm and peaceful scene.
Among the Qingyun, there was a person sitting.
He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with frosty temples and blue cloth covering his eyes.
He placed his hands flat on his knees, his back straight, and the lingering mist of Qingyun lingered around the young man's side in strands.
This is a young man who can't fault anything. His temperament is gentle and restrained, as broad as a jade and as broad as a jade.
Looking at him, one cannot feel any hostility from the bottom of his heart, nor is he disgusted at all, but feels kind and approachable.
Behind the young man in Qingyunzhong, there were two more people standing.
A young man in blue shirt holding a guqin in his arms, and a skinny, yellow-faced man who looked extremely sick.
The three of them are all dressed as Confucian scholars, with crowns and attire, and they are all meticulous from top to bottom.
"Zixu."
Wang Qiuyi sighed, stepped out of Qingli Jun's mountain-like dragon head, and said:
"I didn't expect that it would be you who came to greet me."
"Mr. Wang."
The young man named Zi Xu, who was sitting in the Qingyun, smiled.
He stood up from Qingyun and saluted Wang Qiuyi seriously:
"Long time no see Mr. Wang."
"Zi Jin, Zi Kun."
Wang Qiuyi smiled and nodded slightly to the young man in green shirt and the yellow-faced man behind Zi Xu.
The two of them did not dare to neglect, they also leaned forward to salute and responded seriously.
The invincible immortal in the human world——
Even though they are disciples of the saint Xuanwenjun, they cannot be looked down upon or neglected.
Wang Qiuyi, who has long since reached the end of his road to immortality, has carved out a new path.
Although it is a new path, in the final analysis, it still fails to break through the inherent barriers of martial arts practice.
As long as Wang Qiuyi breaks the shackles, a new choice will be added to his thousands of practices.
At that time, Wang Qiuyi was the Dharma Patriarch.
Although the scenery is beautiful, at the moment, after all, it is just the sharp corners of the little lotus that are still showing, just a little bit above the water.
No one can really predict what the situation will be like and what the outcome will be.
Even Wang Qiuyi himself did not have a definite bottom line in his mind, and the distant prospects were still shrouded in fog.
Not only Wang Qiuyi...
Both the young man in green shirt and the man with yellow face knew that several people had come together to fill the gap in the world this time.
Yan Xiu, Hei Tianzi, Taiwei Mountain Avenue Master, Sun Yingtai whose body was dug out from the grave, Chen Heng, Huo Xuan, Wang Qiuyi, Guang Hui, Qing Lijun...
These characters were either born in the Middle Ages and experienced the Daqi Kingdom where the golden crow was the totem, or they only lived in the past hundred years, just like the dull-looking divine monk Guang Hui.
In the human world, 80% of the heritage that has survived since the time of Jedi Tiantong is concentrated here.
Without exception, these characters have broken away from the realm of the human world and cannot be restrained by the Sixth Realm!
"Where's that Asura?"
Wang Qiuyi glanced at it, and every inch of the void in the vast South China Sea was covered by his gaze:
"Why doesn't he come to greet me?"
"Third senior brother went out to visit friends." Zi Xu smiled slightly: "This time, Zi Jin, Zi Kun and I are here to greet you."
"Visiting friends?"
Wang Qiuyi was noncommittal, he narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"I see."
"please."
Without further words, Zi Xu stretched out his hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation to Wang Qiuyi and Guang Hui.
"Please." Wang Qiuyi and Guanghui returned the greeting.
"……please……"
The huge dragon, whose size filled the boundless sky, paused for a long time, and then finally managed to choke out a sentence from his throat.
The dragon's body shook slightly, and in the magnificent mist, it transformed into a handsome man wearing a green robe and a bamboo crown.
The man had drooped eyebrows and dead fish eyes, and he looked like he was about to die.
He smiled, raised his two fingers, and lightly swiped in front of him, cutting through the void and separating the two realms.
As time went by, the sky was hanging.
Suddenly——
Above the South China Sea, traces of several people suddenly disappeared, leaving only the still-swaying void.
All kinds of strange beasts were oppressed by Lord Qingli's aura, and they came out of the sea and kowtowed in submission. They were confused for a long time, and their big eyes looked at each other.
After a long time, after confirming that Lord Qingli had indeed disappeared, these huge ferocious beasts in the sea let out a whimper and slowly sank into the dark seabed again.
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There is a gentle breeze, butterflies and bees flying around, creating a peaceful scene of spring and bright scenery.
After being led into the cave, Wang Qiuyi and the others stood up and saw the scene in front of them.
Although Dongtian is attached to Luzhou, it is a small independent world of Dongtian in the boundless void.
This square cave world is the handiwork of a saint. It is boundless and vast, with a size of thirty percent of the mainland, and countless living beings live in it.
Zi Xu urged Qing Yun and led Wang Qiu Yi and three others forward.
In just half a moment, he crossed the country and the country, crossed a long distance, and landed on a small island in the sea.
There is only one small wooden house on the island.
"saint?!"
The half-dead Qingli Jun first shook his body, and then secretly gnashed his teeth.
I just stayed in Tongjiang, not listening to what was going on outside the window, and I only wanted to refine the Shinto Talisman.
Who could have imagined that Wang Qiuyi, under the instructions of the sage, worked so hard and traveled thousands of miles to cause trouble.
Now, the Shinto Talisman Edict is gone, and the demon kingdom on earth is gone.
Even my life, I don’t know if it will be gone one day...
As soon as he thought of this, Qingli Jun silently looked up to the sky and sighed, clasping his hands behind his back, feeling that there was nothing more painful than this in the world.
"saint."
Wang Qiuyi took a step forward and said with a faint smile:
"Thank you, saint. You have been waiting for a long time."
On the island, outside the cabin, there was a tall old man with a smile in his eyes and a letter in his hand.
The tall old man has gray hair, wears a silk cloth crown on his head, and has a dull and dull jade knot tied around his waist. Even the straw sandals under his feet are half old.
Judging from his attire, he does not look like a saint in the upper three realms, but more like an old teacher in a rural thatched cottage.
"teacher."
The three people from Qingyun who had already dispersed bowed respectfully, retreated behind Lord Xuanwen, and stood with their hands lowered.
"It's good to be here."
Xuan Wenjun put down the book in his hand and said:
"Someone has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Who?" Wang Qiuyi frowned upon hearing this.
"Master."
Xuan Wenjun turned back, faced the cabin, bowed respectfully, and spoke solemnly:
"Master, we have done our best."
Master?!
Wang Qiuyi's expression was shocked and his mind was shaken. He stared at the cabin and subconsciously wanted to take a few steps forward. When he realized something was wrong, he quickly stopped and stopped moving forward.
After the Jedi Heavenly Power, the first saint in the world!
According to legend, martial arts practice originated from the hands of Master!
Such a character...
Wang Qiuyi narrowed her eyes slightly, folding her hands in her big sleeves and clenching her fingers unconsciously.
How strong would such a character be?
"Master?!"
From behind, a voice full of surprise suddenly burst out, making Wang Qiuyi, who was feeling confused, couldn't help but look back.
Qing Lijun, who was originally weak, jumped up and shouted loudly with joy.
"Master, Master, I, my little Jiao! Remember, the little Jiao has been your mount for fifty years, Master!"
Qing Lijun danced with joy and vomited bitterness:
"Master, I just stay in Qingli Palace, study poetry and books every day, and don't go out even half a step. Even though I'm doing my job honestly, I still get stepped on! Little Jiao feels so miserable!
Lai Fuzi Hongfu, Xiaojiao finally got a piece of Shinto Talisman, and he is preparing to think about it so that he can present it to you, old man. Who knows..."
The corner of Wang Qiuyi's mouth twitched, and she burst into tears looking at Qing Lijun:
"Who would have known that a group of evil guests came uninvited and before the little dragon could say anything, they beat him so hard that I couldn't move for three days!"
Qing Lijun's voice was choked with sobs: "Poor, poor, my forty-three daughters, seventy-four sons, a group of people in the palace, big and small. If I were not in Tongjiang, they would not have a backbone, and they would be in panic.
Well, Master, Xiaojiao is feeling miserable, you have to make the decision for me!"
At this point, Guang Hui, who was beside Qing Lijun, turned away, and even Zi Xu and the other three had expressions that they couldn't bear to look at.
"Can I kill him?"
Wang Qiuyi said calmly to Xuan Wenjun:
"I regret a little. I may have acted too lightly before."
The cabin was still silent, not a single sound came out. Wang Qiuyi secretly turned his eyes away from Shura, but no matter what, the cabin seemed to be enveloped in a layer of mist, which he could not see through.
Finally, with a creak, there was the sound of a chair being moved, and then there was another burst of heavy footsteps.
"Wang Qiuyi, Qingli...and Guanghui."
Inside the wooden door, an old voice slowly sounded:
"Come in and talk!"
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The Seven Treasures.
Gold, silver, glass, coral, amber, clam, agate.
At the third watch, the lights of the Vajra Temple were still bright, and the sound of chanting passed through the mist of incense and reached Baizhu's ears from afar.
Baizhu, who was in the Qibao Forest, had his hands behind his back. A sense of peace and joy spread out from his body and radiated around him.
Qibao Forest, as the name suggests, is a forest decorated with real Qibao.
The tall trees are all made of gold, silver, colored glaze, coral and other seven treasures. They are endlessly gorgeous and rich, and are particularly dazzling in the night.
This forest is very vast. Bai Shu walked slowly for two or three sticks of incense, but he still did not exhaust the boundaries of the forest.
Clean, moist, peaceful, bright, gentle...these scents slowly spread out from the Seven Treasures Forest, making people feel peaceful.
Walking among them, Baizhu even felt that the fireworks of the Miluo lantern were a little brighter.
The soul becomes more clear and light. This Seven Treasures Forest is of great benefit to Zen practitioners.
"A person who is a Taoist is like an ox carrying a heavy load in deep mud. It is too tired to look left and right. It is only when you get out of the mud that you can rest."
Behind him, an old voice suddenly sounded.
When Bai Zhu turned around, he saw an old monk with a dark golden complexion, as holy as an Arhat, smiling loudly.
"Ascetics should observe that water is better than mud, and recite the Tao with a straight heart, so that they can avoid suffering."
Bai Shu paused and said.
"Why?"
"Sincerely comes out of desire."
"If it is said that seeing is pure, human nature is originally pure. Because of false thoughts, it covers the truth. Without false thoughts, the true nature is pure."
The abbot sighed, and when he stopped his hand, he found an old book with a head-sized volume and a yellow cover.
Bai Shu respectfully took the book and felt it was very heavy and weighty. Before he could open it, the abbot suddenly asked:
"Do you know the six divine transformations of my Buddhist family?"
"Know."
Bai Zhu hid the book in Niwan Palace and nodded.
Divine foot power, heavenly eye power, his heartache, heavenly ear power, fate pain, leakage all power...
These six kinds of magical powers are included in the Tathagata Zen, and they have boundless power and great majesty!
In the Vajra Temple, even before the Leiyin Temple, the number of people who have achieved the Six Divine Transformations is only five fingers, which can be said to be very few and rare.
"Needless to say, your father, Guanghui, has cultivated Shenzu Tong. He can see the way forward in the upper three realms wherever his mind goes. It is also because of Shenzu Tong."
The abbot simply sat cross-legged in the void and spoke to Bai Shu:
"Heavenly Eyes can see all the pure lands. The abbot of Landa Temple, Cizai, has cultivated the Heavenly Eyes. It is said that his eyes can observe various phenomena and have future vision. This person is a big enemy of yours. As for the Heavenly Ears..."
The abbot thought for a moment and then said:
"The ears of the heavens can hear the sounds of all worlds; the minds of others can distinguish the five aggregates and thoughts; the knowledge of fate is the ultimate in calculation, and it can reach all phenomena and the universe; as for the knowledge of all leaks..."
The abbot pointed towards Bai Shu, and the pure light suddenly filled the body of the Pure Sky, and he was forced out.
"The connection between leakage and leakage is the ultimate of the soul of the physical body. It is the unity of spirit and flesh, and it is an infinite body... There is a saying in Buddhism about the sea of suffering. We have always regarded the spirit and flesh as a treasure raft to cross the sea. The connection between leakage and leakage is the ultimate of the soul. It is an unsinkable boat.
Boat!"
"The heavenly human body that is achieved after the skill is perfected..." Bai Shu hesitated and said, "Is it the result of all the leaks?"
"Of course not." The abbot shook his head: "But if you realize the human body, there is at least a 30% chance that you will be able to clear up all the leaks!"
Bai Zhu's expression tightened and his breathing became rapid.
All leaks...
One of the six divine changes in Buddhism.
When Guang Hui was in the Five Realms, he used the divine foot power to escape the attack of the human immortals without any harm. However, as a Luo Jie Tong who is as famous as the divine foot power, what happened...
Bai Zhu forced himself to calm down and stop thinking about it.
No matter what, it is a supreme Zen method!
"Thirty percent chance..."
Bai Shu took a deep breath and asked the abbot for advice:
"How was this calculated?"
"Lao Na has a younger brother named Zi Hong, who is also Lao Na's younger brother. He became a monk together with Lao Na. When he was building the Niwan Palace, he realized the destiny of his own. Everyone regarded Zi Hong as Daxing.
It’s a pity that the Buddhist species in Vajra Temple..."
The abbot's face was pale:
"During a trip down the mountain, the monks of Landuo Temple used great sacrifices to attack and kill him in the middle of the road. They killed all of Lao Na's secular family members. Even Zi Hong was shattered by Ci Zai's own hands."
"As for the 30% possibility, it was deduced by Zi Hong himself."
The abbot was silent for a long time before continuing:
"It is difficult to achieve the heavenly body. I have practiced it before, but unfortunately I can't see the way forward, so I changed my practice and achieved the golden body of Arahant... However, the progress of Daqing's great achievements was made by destroying the foundation of half of the Vajra Temple.
, but the future is also hopeless and impossible in life."
Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, speechless for a while.
"In addition to the medicine jar Ranqing, there is a senior in our Vajra Temple who has achieved enlightenment on his own and has practiced to the great state of pure heaven and human body. The book I gave you has recorded that senior's cultivation experience.
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Bai Shu raised his head, and the abbot's body suddenly collapsed and turned into a rain of light that filled the sky, disappearing into the void.
"Everything in Vajra Temple can be accessed and viewed at any time."
The abbot's voice still echoed in my ears.
"Except for one thing."
"I don't know where it is?" Baizhu quickly leaned over and asked.
"Aquarius Peak, this forbidden area, you must not go there out of curiosity!"
Baizhu was confused. When he wanted to ask again, the voice in his ears no longer echoed and disappeared.
Looking up, I saw the moon as bright as water.
The pagoda lights are shining brightly in the distance.
