Although he was standing under the water, Qin Yuelou was not suffocated. After all, his body no longer resembled that of a human being.
Ordinary people have body temperature, heartbeat, and breath, but Qin Yuelou has no breath or heartbeat. This is because his body is full of supernatural puzzle pieces. The supernatural puzzle pieces gradually transform him into a ghost, but there is indeed only a remaining part of him that is human.
Even the bloodline was gradually eroded and there was not much left.
But all this was within Qin Yuelou's plan.
"Smile, smile, are you laughing at your mother?" Qin Yuelou rewarded the stone Buddha with several big bags, "Cry for me!"
The smile of the stone Bodhisattva does not diminish, but it is dull on the blurred face.
If you are not a Bodhisattva, you are actually a ghost. The ghosts in this world are immortal.
There is no Taoism, magic, magic or magic in this world, let alone Buddhism, miraculous magic and secret skills.
Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.
The Stone Bodhisattva's own abilities cannot affect Qin Yuelou, so we have some guesses about Qin Yuelou's identity.
The "person" in front of me should be regarded as a ghost but not a human being, perhaps a fierce ghost or an evil ghost, just pretending to be a human being.
"We are all of the same kind, why do you beat and scold me?" The stone Bodhisattva gradually became clearer, but the collarbone was clear and graceful, as if a part of the high-definition picture appeared among the blurred color blocks or pixels.
This is the difference between 480P and Blu-ray 1080P.
Qin Yuelou did not reply, but used the supernatural jigsaw puzzle in his body to make a copy of the memory of the stone Bodhisattva. At this moment, he gave up the memory of the ghost and only looked at the memory of the living person who still maintained the "alive" posture.
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There once was a talented woman in Yanzhou. Not many people know her real name. They only know that she called herself Ma Langfu. Over time, the name "Ma Langfu" spread throughout Yanzhou.
The reason why this famous name spread is not because Ma Langfu comes from a scholarly family, nor is she a talented woman, but because her family severed ties with her.
Ma Langfu is indeed a talented woman. She left forty-nine poems of unparalleled talent at such a young age. Even a great poet would praise her poems after hearing her poems.
Although talented, Ma Lang's wife is also an extremely "bold" woman.
She was indeed somewhat beautiful. She was young and often walked around the city alone. When the young men nearby saw her beauty, they all rushed to chat with her and make love to her. They teased her like a prostitute. She was not annoyed, but
I choked back my words,
But Qian Wan will also choose a few men or a single man to go with her to Wushan to enjoy the joy of fish and water.
Later, some dandy boys asked her to sleep with them, but the woman never refused. After the news spread, almost all the men nearby had an affair with her.
When word spread, Ma Langfu's father couldn't afford to lose this person, so he severed the father-daughter relationship with Ma Langfu. Ma Langfu had no source of income, so she became a nun, but she was a nun.
More and more people came like this, and the nuns and wives did not refuse any of them. Instead, they stayed with the men on the pretext of studying poetry. Her poetry and fame spread far and wide, often attracting dignitaries and literati.
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The old nun in the nunnery naturally turned a blind eye. After all, these dignitaries and scholars would leave a lot of money for sesame oil when they came. Although the old nun didn't like money, she still had to support other female nuns.
, the golden body in the nunnery needed to be molded and refurbished, and firewood, rice, oil and salt needed to be purchased, so she could only turn a blind eye.
But this thing was really too much. Although the old nun turned a blind eye, the Ma Lang woman got even worse.
When the nun nearby was chanting sutras, the nun chanted sutras with the man who had not left. However, she used her own head to make a wooden fish, and the man who stayed there used a big or small mallet that was not wood to make a "gun".
Knock "wooden fish".
The wooden fish were knocked, the nuns chanted sutras, the men pointed out their sins and sins, and there were all kinds of chaotic things that I won’t go into details about.
She was like a smiling Bodhisattva leaning on the nunnery door, seeing off "guests" one after another, but she was extremely holy.
Until a traveling monk came to stay in the nunnery. The traveling monk could not find the temple where he stayed, so he had to stay in the nunnery.
It was just that the traveling monk covered his face with a gauze, which aroused the nun's idea, so the nun carried an oil lamp to the traveling monk's room late at night, where the traveling monk was abiding by the precepts and reciting the Buddha's name.
The nun started chatting with the monk. The nun was surprised by the nun's talent, and the nun also liked the monk's conversation.
The nun took this opportunity to ask for a glimpse of the monk's face. The monk did not refuse, but after a moment of embarrassment, he took off the veil, revealing a hideous face that had been healed after being licked by tongues of fire.
Ma Lang's wife asked: "Does it hurt?"
The traveling monk replied: "It doesn't hurt. I burned it myself. I abide by the precepts before burning. But from young girls to mature married women, and even old women who have withered, all the women who see me treat me badly."
I was obsessed with it, and I still couldn't overcome the entanglement of lust, so I sat on a hunger strike and meditated. Later, I realized that as long as I burned this face, no woman would be fascinated by me anymore, but I was wrong."
The Ma Lang woman asked the traveling monk curiously: "What's wrong?"
The walking monk smiled bitterly and said: "It's not because other women are fascinated by me that I can't overcome it. After all, it's me who can't overcome it. Although I am determined to devote my life to Buddhism, I can't pass the barrier of color, so I travel around the world as a walking monk.
Looking for a way to restrain myself, I encountered ghosts and monsters several times. Fortunately, with the protection of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, those ghosts and monsters did not harm me. However, although there was great terror between life and death, it did not make me fully enlightened. On the contrary, it became more difficult to overcome.
After the terror, the desire of lust becomes more difficult to subdue.”
After hearing this, Ma Lang's wife pondered for a moment and then asked: "... Do you want to do it now?"
The traveling monk's Adam's apple twitched, and the monk nodded as if he was not lying.
Then Ma Lang's wife looked at the walking monk's face and said, "Maybe you are the Buddha who came to save me."
"The young monk is not a Buddha, but the young monk is willing to help you."
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"...Little monk, I can't save you."
"If you can't cross me, then don't cross. If you can't cross, but leave me in the sea of suffering, suffer from the five turbidities, and sink into love, desire, hatred, greed, anger, and ignorance, then it's better not to cross."
As the night passed, the traveling monk and the Ma Lang woman left the room one after another. No one knew whether they were talking about Buddhist literature or doing something else.
But when the nun said goodbye to the walking monk, she encountered a ghost. The ghost said that it wanted to eat the monk's flesh. The walking monk was willing to sacrifice his life to save the nun's life.
However, the ghost laughed again after saying that, saying that as long as a show of breaking the precepts was staged in front of it, it would leave.
···Afterwards, the ghost left, leaving behind the disemboweled monk and the intact nun.
However, the traveling monk who was disemboweled was not dead. He just put his skin and clothes together, laughed at his realization, and walked away.
When she returned to the nunnery, Ma Lang's wife seemed to be a changed person. She devoted herself to studying the Buddhist scriptures. The old nun also changed his nature. However, it didn't take long for Ma Lang's wife to say that she had enlightened and then returned to her old business.
It's just that the Ma Lang woman at that time was no longer satisfied with waiting for these dignitaries, literati, and elegant people. She would also go to beggars' dens and slums. As for what she did, it's self-evident.
But later, a beggar sneaked into the nunnery and killed the nun because he was angry that the Ma Lang woman had given him a heart disease.
Everyone who had been happy with her was heartbroken, so they pooled their money to build a coffin and make paper bindings for her. But few dignitaries and literati came. They planned to work together to bury her, but this woman had no home, because she had already died.
The relationship was severed and she could not be included in the family tree, let alone the ancestral hall, so the group prepared to find a random piece of land in the mountains to bury her.
At that time, the Thousand Buddhas Temple had not yet been built, but an old monk and a young monk passed by here. When they saw the coffin, they worshiped devoutly.
Everyone wondered why the old monk saluted like this, so they asked.
But the young monk replied: "Unknown to Tan Yue, this is the great sage. He is compassionate and happy to give up, and does not indulge in worldly desires. This is the Collarbone Bodhisattva. The favorable conditions have been exhausted, and the saint is clouded. If you don't believe it, just start it and test it."
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Everyone immediately opened the tomb and looked at the bones all over the body. The hooks and knots were all like locks, and the results were just like what the monk said.
Collarbone Bodhisattva, giving in the flesh, using sex to stop sex, and using desire to stop desire. No matter the dignitaries, literati or ordinary people, beggars and poor people, they are all treated equally. It is not out of desire, but out of great compassion.
In fact, in Buddhist concepts, there are concepts of no self, no one, no sentient beings, and no lifespan. To sum up, they are just a skin and a skin, and they are treated as if they are worn out. As long as the true nature is still there, the skin will be dirty.
What's the harm?
The so-called emptiness of all dharmas is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. The skin is just a skin after all. With compassion, Bodhisattva Clavicle uses the skin to save the world. Doesn’t it also agree with form, which is emptiness, and emptiness is form?
It's like if I don't go to hell, who will.
This is what the Ma Lang woman realized. Although she gave charity physically before she understood it, it still came from her heart, not out of emotion. However, her desire to help others was interpreted as indiscretion and indiscretion by others.
She doesn't follow the rules of women, but who knows that Ma Lang's wife is just helping others without any selfish motives?
Who knew that Ma Langfu said something to the walking monk who risked his life?
"It would be great if you were willing to save me. Unfortunately, you are not a real Buddha. In the end, it is better for me to save myself."
Ma Lang's wife knew that her kindness and kindness were regarded by others as her nightly singing and excessive debauchery, but she could not explain it because her kindness was contrary to the worldly morality and could not be shaken off no matter how she explained it, so she also hoped that someone would come to save her.
It's just that the walking monk is not the real Buddha after all. The walking monk has become a ghost.
Ma Lang's wife also became a ghost and became the Collarbone Bodhisattva.
The old monk and the young monk brought back the bones and body, molded them into stone Bodhisattvas, and enshrined them in the small temple.
Then the Thousand Buddhas Temple was born out of a small temple, and the stone Bodhisattva was thrown out of the temple by the young monk who turned into an old monk, and sank into the pond, but he was still smiling to himself.
After all, the young monk who has become an old monk firmly believes in the pure land of Buddhism. How can such a side-sect Bodhisattva be tolerated?
The Bodhisattva smiles, but not many people live to see it.
So the Bodhisattva pretended to be laughing, and just seduce innocent people in the pond.
Not many people can return alive after seeing it.
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After reading the memory of Clavicle Bodhisattva, Qin Yuelou sighed. He also knew the cause and effect of the incident.
"You were not actually the 'Clavicle Bodhisattva' from the beginning."
"What do you mean?" Clavicle Bodhisattva asked Qin Yuelou.
"Because there is a ghost puzzle in your body, everyone who has sex with you will turn into a ghost after death, and the people who go to Wushan with you will become more attractive to ghosts. Although the ghost puzzle is not destroyed,
It does not bring more benefits to your body, but erodes your spirit and rots your soul.
I actually don’t advocate this kind of casual acquaintance, but your love is really boundless, and I don’t know what to say at the moment.”
"But what if there is a ghost in my body? When I was still alive, didn't I physically give alms to those who didn't have what they wanted with a compassionate heart?"
"But what if you die? Those who don't want what they want will be buried in the water."
"It's just a piece of shit, let alone sinking into the water, wouldn't it also be exhausted by the sea of desire that I have transformed into in this life?"
"Depleting the sea of desire doesn't mean you have to die." Qin Yuelou sighed.
After changing hands, he extracted the ghost puzzle of the Collar Bone Bodhisattva and transformed it into a supernatural puzzle.
"It would be better to make more improvements to this puzzle." Qin Yuelou put away the puzzle and left.
Qin Yuelou scratched his head, unable to judge this matter.
"Although men and women have great desires for food and drink, this... I really don't understand, but I am greatly shocked."
When people exist in the world, they are filled with love and hate, and the five turbid worlds are evil, with love, desire, hate, greed, delusion, and anger... This world is ultimately a sea of suffering, not to mention that ghosts are everywhere, and people are in dire straits.
Ghosts in this world are real.
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