Chapter 69: The Six Divine Transformations of the Buddhist School - Divine Foot Power
"The Sutra of Self-Awakening?"
A babbling sound.
The small wooden door was opened from the inside. A middle-aged monk, about forty years old, with an ordinary face and nothing outstanding, opened the wooden door and sighed.
He was wearing a monk's robe, a pair of straw sandals, and his eyes were calm.
"That's it."
The middle-aged monk put a low stool against the half door and walked toward the house.
"It's okay for others to call me Shenzu. Abbot, you should also imitate them."
"Since the founding of Vajra Temple, you are the first one to cultivate the divine foot power."
The old monk smiled and stepped into the threshold. Smoke billowed from the stove and went straight to the sky, so he simply sat on the small stool next to the door.
"Guang Hui, if you don't like this name, I'll just call you Guang Hui."
Divine foot power.
The current view is ignorance, with no understanding and no achievement, like a shadow in the water. The brightness does not move and is not attached to the Dharma. If it is not attached to the Dharma, this is called clear appearance. Ignorance is like emptiness, and all the Dharma appearances come to the present view, this is called Pratyekabuddha.
Shen means the mind. Sufficient means that the mind can reach everywhere. Tong means that the thoughts can reach each other.
For a person with supernatural powers, wherever his mind goes, no matter how far away it is, it all originates from a moment of thought.
As long as the monk in front of him thinks about it, in just a moment, he can fly from the north of the Yangtze River to the south of the Yangtze River, travel from Dazheng to Beiwei, and fly from Luzhou to the South China Sea.
As long as he has enough mental power in his heart, no matter how vast the world is, it is only a short distance under his feet.
The Six Transformations of Buddhism——
The divine feet are connected, the heavenly eyes are connected, the other minds are connected, the heavenly ears are connected, the destiny is connected, and all leaks are connected.
These six kinds of magical changes are far superior to "meaning" and can be heard but not said.
For thousands of years in Vajra Temple, only one monk, Guang Hui, has been able to cultivate the power of divine feet.
King Kong Temple and Beiwei Landa Temple are responsible for the northern and southern qi of the Buddhist lineage, and are also called the northern and southern Zen sects.
But after Guanghui completed one of the six divine transformations, Landa Temple was faintly overshadowed by Vajra Temple.
Looking at the middle-aged monk lighting a fire on the stove, the old monk felt more and more satisfied. He couldn't help stroking his beard and laughing.
Who would have thought that a young monk of the "Guang" generation could already reach the level of a human being in the Six Realms, let alone master one of the six divine transformations of Buddhism.
With him here, even the wish to merge the north and the south is no longer just a wish.
One day, the spirit of Buddhism will finally return to Yuanyi.
By that time, Vajra Temple will be the true ancestral home of Zen Buddhism in the world!
Guang Hui turned a deaf ear to the long laughter of the old monk behind him. He brought the iron pot to the table, pulled out the still burning firewood one by one, and extinguished them one by one in the ash pit.
When he did this, his eyes were calm, his face unruffled, and he could even be considered indifferent.
When he opened his mouth to blow out the last stubborn spark, Guang Hui finally straightened up.
"It's a coincidence that the abbot came here and just made a pot of porridge."
Guang Hui took out two small wooden bowls and poured rice porridge from the pot into the bowls.
He handed the old monk a bowl and sat directly on the threshold without looking for a stool.
The soft and glutinous rice grains are white, crystal clear, exquisite and plump, and the hot steam blowing on your face floats out from the small wooden bowl.
Seeing Guang Hui silently drinking porridge without saying a word, the old monk couldn't help but comforted him and said:
"Why is it so? You are not good at calculating. Besides, death is like a lamp going out. People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall. You should look forward."
During the ten days when Wu Xian and Wu Hui searched for Mrs. Yin Shan, Guang Hui, who was lying alone on a lonely mountain and looking up at the sky, suddenly had an idea. After he calculated, he discovered that there was actually a Bai Shu in Fenyin City.
Not only did he learn the Red Dragon Heart Sutra without a teacher, but what was even weirder was that he even looked the same as Guang Hui's disciple who died young.
Under his instruction, the abbot handed the Ten-Heart Mirror to Wu Xian. In the Ten-Heart Mirror, Guang Hui's hidden trick was hidden.
In his ears, the old monk was still working hard, but at this time, he felt that his interest was waning.
"How to let go."
Guang Hui suddenly said: "Wu Ming and I created the Red Dragon Heart Sutra together, but I didn't expect that he would accidentally die in the Red Dragon Tribulation.
I am a teacher, but I cannot protect my disciple, and even causes his death, how can I let go?"
Wu Ming is Guang Hui's great disciple, and his talent is extraordinary.
When Guang Hui was not a divine foot monk, he followed Guang Hui. Later, he also played a role in the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.
But no one expected that the crudely created Red Dragon Heart Sutra would be far less complete than it is now, and that an outstanding person who had the potential to be the best would be burned to death in the Red Dragon Tribulation.
This public case was suppressed because it was a scandal in the temple.
Hundreds of years have passed, and as time goes by, few people know about it.
Even the Dharma name Wu Ming has not been heard of by many until now.
Bai Shu's appearance is almost like a mold to Wu Ming's, carved out by meticulous workmanship. When Guang Hui deduced him using algorithms, he actually had a lot of similarities with Wu Ming.
Therefore, the magic-footed monk personally moved the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion into the Ten Heart Mirror, and left a hidden hand on the "Pure Heaven Human Body".
If Bai Shu was really the reincarnation of ignorance, he would undoubtedly intuitively choose "The Human Body of the Pure Heaven" among all the scriptures in the sky.
The moment he saw "The Pure Heavenly Human Body", Guanghui's backup plan naturally revealed the mystery of Baishu's womb, allowing him to understand the cause and effect of his past life.
At that time, he took Bai Shu under his sect again and renewed his master-disciple status.
It's just that I didn't expect...
"It's obviously like that." Guang Hui sighed:
"Even his destiny is very similar to Wu Ming. Why? Why..."
He sighed again and remained speechless for a long time.
It's really ridiculous. Since the Jedi Heavenly Passage, even Buddhist disciples like them have begun to doubt reincarnation.
The world is indeed a Dharma-ending world.
"I'll go to Fenyin and bring back the Ten Heart Mirror."
Guang Hui drank the rice porridge from the bottom of the bowl in one gulp and stood up straight.
The old monk opened his mouth, but after a while, he just remained silent.
The middle-aged monk took a gentle step, and the person was like smoke that was easily dispersed, leaving no trace at all.
The small wooden bowl placed on the threshold stopped shaking at this moment.
"There are conditioned phenomena in the world, like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and they should be viewed as such."
The old monk took a sip of rice porridge and slowly shook his head.
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At this moment, in Fenyin City in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wu Xian took back the Lotus Dharma Realm, and the three of them opened their eyes together.
"Baizhu."
Xie Fanjing stood on tiptoes and shook it vigorously in front of his eyes:
"Why do you close your eyes?"
Close your eyes?
This Dharma Realm is really like an illusion.
He shook his still dizzy head and was about to explain to the little girl with a smile.
Suddenly, Wu Xian and Wu Hui in front of them looked like they had seen a ghost, staring behind them in astonishment.
Even Xie Fanjing turned around slowly, with a look of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Whoa whoa!"
Wuhui jumped up on the spot, making a sound like a hen laying eggs.
No way... This is some kind of bloody plot from a horror movie...
Bai Shu felt cold in his heart. He jogged a few steps and hid behind Xie Fanjing before turning around suddenly.
After seeing what was in front of him clearly, his hair suddenly stood up.
