Chapter 228: The body resembles the immeasurable Buddha in the West (Part 2)
In the 40th year of Wanli's reign, Feng Shike, then the Chief Secretary of Yunnan and right counselor, chose a scenic spot in Jizu Mountain and built Xiyin Pavilion for Zen Master Benwu to live in.
Later, Zen Master Benwu practiced meditation and studied the scriptures deeply for more than 20 years. He commented on "Zhao Lun" with his master, Master Suo'an. Suo'an dictated it, and Master Benwu immediately transcribed it. There is not a word wrong in the whole text. Feng Shike
It is said that he has done his duty and has not given in to the teacher.
But few people know that during the twenty years that Master Benwu lived in seclusion in Jizu Mountain, he not only read Buddhist scriptures through Hao Shou Qiong Sutra, but also wandered among landscape paintings every day - he also had a great time because of Feng Shike
With his strong recommendation, he quietly met with Mu Changzuo, the head of the Mu family and the prince's Taibao, and was ordered to investigate an unsolved case that was rarely circulated in Dali but had been considered by the court for a long time.
It was a calm and rainy day, a rare good time in spring in Yunnan. Birds gathered on the sandy site, and wild flowers danced in front of the eyelashes. Youth was so vivid that even the ancient and heavy area of the Guizhou Duke's Mansion
The dark plaque seems to be about to emerge from the decaying and decaying wood with a new and thin ray of vitality.
The servants led Zen Master Benwu through the corridor and courtyard in silence. Ruoyouruowu's wailing sounds floated in the air, and paper dust clung to the splendid carved beams of the golden walls everywhere, until an old man kept coughing and spoke with silk
Silk covered her mouth and slowly walked out of the inner hall.
"Monk, why are you here?"
Zen Master Benwu was also very shocked by Mu Changzuo's personal appearance.
Because this octogenarian with fierce and domineering eyes should have been in retirement for a long time, but because his eldest son Mu Rui, Duke of Guizhou, was imprisoned for the crime of "losing his seal" while fighting the enemy, he had to take charge of Mu Rui again.
The palace also had to find ways to please the court.
Here, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. As the feudal lords of Yunnan, the Duke of Guizhou family holds the hereditary and hereditary "fat jobs" that are envied by countless people. In its heyday, the treasures and gold shells are full of treasures, and they are almost rivals of the heavenly government.
The octogenarian knew best that it was such a happy, prosperous and comfortable environment that almost destroyed the Mu family in the early years of Wanli - he did not want to be stared at by the emperor anymore.
However, since Mu Ying's second son Mu Sheng was granted the title of Duke of Guizhou, the Mu family has gradually declined as time goes by. Mu Ying's descendants are addicted to pleasure and corrupt, and Mu Changzuo's predecessors are even more unwilling to make progress.
, so that the entire Mu Prince's Palace harmed the people and made money, harassed the local area, raped relatives and sisters-in-law, and tried to steal the brother's property. It even sent spies to spy on the capital, which almost caused a huge disaster.
All causes and effects were spinning like lightning, and after one breath, his heart felt as still as water. Zen Master Benwu, who was still middle-aged at the time, respectfully replied with a very subtle reason: "I came here to repay the kindness of my country."
This answer is very clever.
It was not because of Feng Shike's recommendation, not because of fear of the Duke of Guizhou, or because the monks had ambitions for fame and fortune. Zen Master Benwu seemed to be talking about himself, and also seemed to be talking about an old man, so that even an octogenarian heard it.
Yan stared at the Taishi's chair, and his breathing became slower and heavier.
The servants almost ran away in panic, but Zen Master Benwu happily bathed in the cold and stern gaze without saying a word.
After a long time, the octogenarian man hummed as if nothing had happened: "What a great country man, are all monks so sharp-tongued? I want to see how your skills are compared to your eloquence."
The octogenarian man kept silent and ordered someone to carry out a box of ancient documents from the inner hall. The dust suddenly rose up in the air, as if it had startled the wild beasts in the dust. Facing the spring sun, it was about to pounce on people's faces.
The people's solemn steps showed difficulty, and they probably knew that the things inside had been prepared for a long time.
"Look, my son's life depends on you."
The octogenarian has sharp eyes, and the power he has held for many years makes his movements look like instruments of torture, and people are just fish on his chopping board.
Zen Master Benwu suddenly had an illusion, as if the old man was a beast dormant in the mountains and forests. He was old and lazy, but he had sinister ambitions nourished by the dark mountains. Behind his gentle manner, there was an increasingly uncontrollable violence and rapidity in his heart.
The desire to devour flesh and blood.
But Zen Master Benwu is not afraid. Those "consciousnesses" transformed by delusional thoughts can no longer block the fundamental wisdom.
For the sake of his legitimate son's life, the octogenarian will not waste any effort on him - Mu Rui's crime of "losing his seal" is not a sin in itself. The root cause does not lie in his timidity, but only in him.
With the Mu family's unique way of doing whatever they want.
The key to the octogenarian's ability to securely hold the position of Duke of Guizhou for almost the entire Wanli Dynasty lies in his ability to control his fangs. At least in terms of subduing his own mind, the old man is not inferior to Zen Master Benwu.
"This is... a memorial to Fu Tianxi in Dali?"
Zen Master Benwu's doubts are reasonable. The word "Fu" is scrawled in red on the document.
Since Fu Youde was executed by Emperor Hongwu, the founding heroes were not allowed to erect ancestral halls until the Jiajing Dynasty. Therefore, the names of other members of the Fu family have not been allowed to appear in the eyes of officials for a long time.
However, in the 16th year of Zhengde's reign, the imperial court ordered the establishment of Fu Tianxi Temple in Dali.
"Exactly. In the early days of Hongwu, the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty stole Yunnan, and Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with him. Since then, Yunnan has always been a serious problem in the southwest of this dynasty..."
The old man spat out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, cleared his throat and continued, "Until September of the fourteenth year of Hongwu, in order to get rid of this serious problem, Emperor Hongwu ordered Fu Youde, Lan Yu and my ancestors to set out from Huguang to conquer Yunnan. In February, they defeated the king of Liang.
In July, everything is safe, so we can return to our division."
After the Battle of Baishijiang in Qujing, the former Yuan Dynasty Liang King who refused to surrender finally came to an end. According to the "History of the Ming Dynasty: The Biography of Balzawal Mi": "The governor of the former Yuan Dynasty could not do anything and burned his dragon robes."
, drove his wife and son to Dianchi Lake to die, and went into the thatched hut to meditate at night."
But the old man told Zen Master Benwu that after the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty knew that there was no way to save it, he still sent a light cavalry to break through the encirclement overnight and rushed straight to the border of Dali. Fu Youde, the general of the southern expedition, was worried that he secretly communicated with Duan, the general manager of Dali, and caused trouble again behind the army.
, he sent his fourth son, Fu Tianxi, to lead his troops to pursue them all night long, making sure to annihilate them all.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But the anxious troops of King Liang did not march along the official road, but suddenly took a trail halfway, and even divided their troops many times to take risks to attract attention.
, the main men abandoned their horses, turned around and went into the high mountains covered with weeds.
Fu Tianxi did not dare to disobey because of his heavy duty, and immediately pursued him. He also abandoned his baggage and armor and continued to chase the remnants of the Yuan army in the barren mountains. Some of the remnants of the Yuan army continued to fall behind, and Fu Tianxi found that they did not carry any marching troops.
Liang Mo, only found some strange Mongolian handwritings from them one after another, which were also mixed with pictures of Xixia characters.
After two days and two nights of arduous trekking, the Yuan army finally couldn't hold on without sleep and food, and fell on the edge of a mountain. Not far away, the huge trees in the mountains were not visible from the sky, and the last few Yuan soldiers blew the whistle.
Horn, after seeing the fireworks rising from the mountain, he drew his sword and killed himself with a weird smile on his face, leaving only Fu Tianxi and others looking at each other.
A year after this incident, Fu Tianxi reported what he had seen on his trip many times, claiming that there were countless monks' bones scattered in the deep mountains, and that many handwritten classics were burned on that day. It was extremely suspicious, so he committed suicide
Please be the governor of Dali.
Many people in the court wanted to use this as an excuse to eradicate the Duan family, but Fu Tianxi insisted that the Qingqi of the former Yuan Dynasty King Liang had no intention of escaping to Dali from the beginning to the end. Their destination was the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests, in order to secure those classics.
It has been completely burned and destroyed, so you will decide to commit suicide after taking one look at it.
Fu Tianxi was very worried about the bizarre things he saw that day. He repeatedly described many strange phenomena to Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang through his father Fu Youde, and claimed to have grasped some clues. The reason why the former Yuan Dynasty King Liang behaved so suspiciously was because in the end of the Yuan Dynasty, all the previous Liang kings were there.
Secretly but continuously, monks were exiled to the darkness of the deep mountains and valleys.
After several in-depth investigations, Fu Tianxi discovered that someone had forced the monks to build a magnificent hall in the deep valley, copy numerous scriptures, and dig an astonishing number of Buddhist caves.
Deaths have never stopped in this place of exile, because some people forced these devout monks from different sects to meditate and worship Buddha there day and night, and even mixed sandalwood ghee with mind-stimulating drugs until they were
The terror in the mountains and forests drove them crazy, or their bodies were taken over by unknown things, leaving only countless strange and ferocious Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the same place.
"[If you don't see the true Buddha, you won't be able to achieve liberation], I don't know what it means."
Fu Youde wrote in his memorial that every night in the past few decades, the helpless monks could only light lamps and stand back to back, relying on chanting sutras all night to drive away fear, but their chanting was still mixed with hysteria.
There were strange screams and roars, as well as deformed figures that kept disappearing and flashing around.
The scene of red candles filling the valley late at night was like wildfire. The local mountain people saw it and thought it was a miracle of Bodhisattvas appearing. However, no one knew that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas whom the monks had prayed to for many years never showed up when they were in danger.
Save nothing.
Fu Tianxi's behavior revealed a mysterious atmosphere. He continued to write down the investigation results into memorials and presented them to Zhu Yuanzhang through Fu Youde. Naturally, he also attracted the attention of Emperor Hongwu. Soon, people such as "Ting Seng, the former Yuan Dynasty Master"
, the anecdotes of "Dali opened the Buddhist Kingdom" and "Valley of Thousand Monk Corpses" have become popular stories in the capital, attracting the attention of many people.
More and more people began to believe that there were good things in that valley that would make the Mongolians pay attention.
However, even if Fu Tianxi searched day and night, he still could not know their more precise purpose. He could only infer from the behavior of "losing power with leniency" in the BC Yuan Dynasty. These Mongolians, who regarded ruling the world as herding and did not care about it, could actually do it.
Over the course of several decades, thousands of monks were secretly sent to Jizu Shanyin, which must have their ulterior motives.
During this kind of persistent and obsessive research, Fu Tianxi went deep into Jizushanyin several times alone. He seemed to be infected by certain things, and his behavior became elusive. The memorials were often mixed with some incompatible prefaces and afterwords.
Lingding's narrative contains a bit of weird yet self-consistent logic amid the madness.
Unfortunately, not long after that, Fu Tianxi, who was still serving as the governor of Dali, encountered the riots in Jin'an in Yunnan and Guizhou. As the battlefield gradually became unfavorable, some people advised Fu Tianxi to escape at night. Fu Tianxi stopped writing and said: "Why are you going against the plan? I will defend Zhili."
If the name is not fulfilled, the emperor's kindness is very great. If I don't kill him to save him, what's the point of repaying him?"
After that, he took off his armor for some unknown reason, went to fight the rebels naked, and eventually died in the battle. After the war, he was hastily buried by the locals.
This matter should have been settled here, just like whether Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with the Liang Wang of the former Yuan Dynasty, it became an unsolved case. However, for some reason, it was rumored that before Fu Tianxi died, he wrote a batch of letters that had not yet been sent.
The memorial was secretly buried by officials long before his death, and it recorded the findings of his last in-depth investigation.
From Hongwu to the Jiajing Dynasty, the court would still ask whether Fu Tianxi's death could be verified from time to time. Among them, Wu Zong was the most curious and even sent Wang Shouren here. It seemed that the court's award for erecting a temple was just a signal. They always believed that the suspicious Fu Tianxi did not
He died, but he changed his appearance before Fu Youde was executed, and continued the unfinished investigation incognito...
"These are the memorials I collected with great effort, how do you think?"
The old man raised his eyes and looked at Zen Master Benwu. He tapped his index finger with wrinkles on every inch of his skin and said in a deep voice, "I'm not interested in these secrets. I leave them all to you. My son's life and safety now depends on you."
That's what I'm capable of."
Zen Master Benwu had no intention of turning over the memorial, and said calmly: "What happens can be done, but misfortunes and blessings are unpredictable."
A vein appeared on the temple of the octogenarian, as if he was trying hard to endure his temper. In the end, he did not look at the document, but raised his eyes to the void on the roof and said coldly.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I didn't ask you to divination! How can you, a wild monk, understand the thoughts of the people in heaven?"
Zen Master Benwu didn't notice it at first, but when he recalled it, he quietly discovered that the octogenarian probably had not, as he said, never touched Fu Tianxi's memorial. Because his eyes, which were drowsy and alert at that time, clearly revealed a deep look in his eyes. Hidden vigilance and fear.
On that day, Zen Master Benwu, who left the Duke of Qian's Mansion with the broken memorial, could still hear the wailing coming from the inner hall. The warm spring sun outside the door gradually became cold, making Benwu feel sad. The sleeves of Master Wu's broad robe felt as if a poisonous snake had penetrated him.
Regarding the investigation of Fu Tianxi's memorial, the old man did not wait for the answer he wanted. It was just that it was not the old man who passed away, but Mu Rui, whom he tried his best to rescue, who died of illness in prison soon after. Naturally, there was no one after that. What sad person would be interested in asking about the contents of these ancient memorials.
But Zen Master Benwu never thought that he would be involved in the tragic deeds recorded behind these memorials. Seeing the bones turned into mountains, he didn't know who could act so cruelly and regard human life as nothing. At this point, if he hadn't happened to meet the guidance of an expert from outside the sect, Zen Master Benwu would have been trapped by inner demons all his life, and would have been entangled in Jizu Mountain, looking for the Mahayana method that could truly liberate the Pure Land among the piles of old papers.
Starting from the same cause, thousands of fates arise. In order to save the dead souls in Jizushanyin, I spent thirty years of hard work without a Zen master. First, I taught a disciple who was most likely to find out the truth, but this disciple He was infected by evil views before he set foot in the forbidden area, so he had to travel thousands of miles to Tiantai Mountain to seek the method of confession. At the same time, he also informed the elders of the Tiantai Sect about the tragedy in Jizu Mountain Yin.
The head of the Tiantai Sect who was familiar with this matter also knew that this matter was not trivial. Countless eminent monks and virtuous men among them had turned into ghosts and could not be reborn in the Paradise, so he proposed another solution.
According to the records of Samantabhadra's Practicing Vows, when the Buddha was practicing in the Karma, he peeled skin into paper, pricked the blood into ink, analyzed bones into pen, and wrote sutras, accumulating as much as Sumeru, which was the best way to gather merit and samadhi and reduce disasters and sins. Yan.
To this end, the Tiantai Sect sent monk Jingwen from Yingfu Temple in Nanjing. This monk only studied the Lotus throughout his life and copied a copy of the Lotus Sutra with blood. Perhaps this blood-copied book was sent to Yunnan Chicken It can make a difference after the Sittan Temple in Zushan. Unfortunately, the monk Jingwen died halfway. Fortunately, Xu Xiake, the master and the servant, escorted this blood sutra all the way. Finally, in the eighth year after the death of Zen Master Benwu, it was sent to Sittan The successor of the temple was Hongbian, in the hands of Brother Anren.
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Sometimes it is quite interesting to listen to the old people recalling the past, especially when the narrator is old and even the original listener is dying, the whole story becomes even more vivid on the page. superior.
Master Anren didn't know why he talked about old things. This pain was passed down from Zen Master Benwu to Master Anren. He had buried these things deep in his heart for many years. Even Abbot Hongbian only knew a little about Snow Ni Hongzhao. To this day In this ferocious and strange Buddhist cave, I can finally tell outsiders without any scruples, but it does nothing to resolve the predicament at hand.
Thousands of corpses gathered in the mountains and forests, and the gray mist fell from the sky. Luo Shuang'er's already pure and white figure was covered with a cold and ruthless veil, and even her cold expression gradually became unrecognizable.
On the one hand, she looks like a quiet girl, on the other hand, she looks like a ferocious beast. Such a scene in the ordinary wilderness naturally distinguishes good from evil. It can be set off with the surrounding environment of the sky and the earth, and the end of the grass and leaves, which reverses the beauty and ugliness of good and evil.
Sometimes, when everything loses its order, everything suddenly stops. Not only do the front, back, left, and right of each other suddenly blend together, but even the heights and heights in space begin to blur. Everyone can only feel the immovable front cliff in front of them.
The platform gradually tilts and collapses as the gaze continues to rise and rise, until it turns into a dangerous peak that goes straight into the sky, serving as the battlefield for beast fighting that attracts everyone's attention.
"Female donor, you are well."
On the mountain made by the heart, even when facing Luo Shuang'er, who was full of murderous intent, Dharma King Miaobao still looked compassionate and wise, with his bulging cheeks as fearless as a lion. No matter from which angle he looked,
He is gradually breaking away from the appearance of a mortal, and is getting closer to the majestic and miraculous appearance created by the magical power of Buddhism.
Luo Shuang'er came with a sword but didn't say a word. Her cold eyes didn't stop at Dharma King Miaobao for a moment. She walked straight across the long distance and looked at Jiang Wen who was hiding in the cliff cave. As his sight spread out, it was
A murderous intention that blends love and hate is almost visible to the naked eye.
Dharma King Miaobao moved to the left and blocked Luo Shuang'er involuntarily, but his body gradually became unstable. It was as if his tall and straight figure had been standing tall and straight during all kinds of fierce battles, and now it was suddenly on the verge of collapse.
The Tibetan Dharma King felt something was wrong. As he stared away with vacant eyes, he felt that the pair of sharp eyes that were coming towards him and passed him, which should have been full of love, suddenly turned into sharp eyes in her hands.
The sword's continuation unreasonably separates the obstacles in front of it, completely shattering them into chaos.
"Get out of my way..."
With a slight scolding, His Majesty Miaobao felt that the distance from his left shoulder to his left ribs was suffering from the severe pain of being severed from flesh and bone. It seemed as if an extremely cold sharp blade was passing through his body, taking away the warmth.
The splattered blood dyed red, forming the dividing line between death and fracture.
The severe pain caused Dharma King Miaobao's eyes to be involuntarily stained with a trace of bright red blood. Everything is in a dangerous situation created by the heart. One wrong step may lead to catastrophe. The premonition of danger approaching quickly also reminded him constantly.
, we must immediately stay away from this precept between life and death, and stay away from this painted ghost in front of us who is just a beautiful girl!
Although Kundalini Yoga is turbulent and violent, blazing things have their source and cannot arise from the void for no reason. Once the five rounds and seven meridians are cut off, the body will no longer be able to rise up with raging fire.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His steps suddenly froze and he stood on the same spot. However, unexpectedly, His Holiness suddenly woke up in front of the severe pain of cutting his body.
There is no intention of retreating at all.
The Kundalini Yoga posture suddenly appeared, and the magic wheel in the body of the Miaobao Dharma King began to rotate, controlling the ups and downs of the wind, and the sin obstacles disappeared. A powerful force was born from the shoulders to the elbows, from the elbows to the palms, and suddenly hit the emptiness of the sky.
at.
No need to be surprised, a sharp sword light bloomed from the void inexplicably, stinging the eyes of all onlookers. Even Jiang Wen had to admit that his martial arts, which was specially derived from Yixi things,
From head to toe, there is an evil spirit that cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth!
However, I saw the lion-like face of the Mystical Treasure Dharma King gradually glowing, and his inner pain turned into joy. The fear from the outside world could not affect him, and the pain in his body could not make him succumb. This Tibetan Dharma King had already faced darkness and
Death eliminates the fundamental fear in the heart, leaving only the self-generated light and determination to benefit all sentient beings!
Is this to feed a tiger with one's body?
Or are you cutting meat to feed the eagles?
Everyone's hearts were full of doubts, because from their perspective, the shadow of the sword that was flying at high speed had undoubtedly risen and flown back without any resistance, and it was nailed to the chest of Dharma King Miaobao.
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In order to swing this sword, Luo Shuang'er even exerted all her strength to attack, leaving only her toes on the ground, building the fulcrum of delicate balance on the enemy's chest and heart!
Maybe it was because the sword move was too fast. It was not until this moment that the brilliance of the sharp sword bloomed in Luo Shuang'er's hand. It struck the line from the left shoulder to the left flank. The sword move was so fierce and fierce that it almost touched her.
The boundary of human vision swings out at an imperceptible angle, delineating the huge gap between armed and unarmed!
Pinzhao exclaimed, but Jiang Wen held him firmly in place because he saw Luo Shuang'er from the front for the first time, showing obvious signs of decline when he drew his sword.
The end of a strong crossbow could not penetrate Lu's silk, and the strong crossbow before firing could not hurt the weaklings either. The killing sword had not yet shown its due elegance, but was firmly restrained in front of him by Dharma King Miaobao with his palms clasped together.
The unspeakable thing is here. The unforeseeable move of Dharma King Miaobao first deceived Luo Shuang'er's meticulous and sharp sword intent, and then happened to intercept Luo Shuang'er's only way to use the sword, making the sword useless at all.
Advancing and retreating, he miraculously cracked the Dugu Nine Swords that were supposed to attack the enemy and save them without any move!
Jiang Wen looked at the scene before him thoughtfully, knowing that this could never be a fluke.
If he was just a beginner practicing Dugu Nine Swords, he might think that it was Luo Shuang'er who was not good at learning, so he allowed Dharma King Miaobao to break the moves with no moves; but Jiang Wen had long understood that just by relying on the "taking advantage of" Dugu Nine Swords
The essence of "entering through the void and anticipating the enemy's opportunity" is simply not a realm that can be eliminated with "no moves" using ordinary chaotic moves!
If you really want to deal with Dugu Nine Swords, you can only be faster than Kuai Jian, you can only be ahead of the opportunity, and you can only firmly grasp the entire chessboard before your opponent makes a move!
This truth is easy to say, but extremely difficult to do, because the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords, which has been tempered for thousands of times, is subtle and unpredictable. It is not at a speed that humans can surpass. Even with the prediction and intuition beyond ordinary people,
It is also difficult to match the ethereal and unpredictable mysterious moves that follow.
However, there are no absolutes in the world. Even though the Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, they still need to be within the reach of the long sword to take life and death. The Miao Bao Dharma King has no knowledge of martial arts, but he can use the clairvoyance he once displayed to reach the level of "time" in the dimension
The point of "faster than fast"!
"This is the yoga of the illusory body among the six methods of Tibetan Naru. The present moment is passing, and the next moment is the future. All existence is just illusion and continuous continuity. The continuous continuity of all illusory existence also constitutes the illusory existence.
world, so the achievement of illusory body is magical power."
Master Anren slowly explained, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, and he was once again impressed by the miracles created by Dharma King Miaobao. Although these yogas are not martial arts, they have gone a long way on the road to exerting themselves.
distance.
Such miracles of magical power do not need to be repeated, because if you make a careless move in the battle of life and death, there will be no chance of a comeback. I saw that the magic wheel formed by the miraculous treasure dharma king clasped his palms together, and the phantom body achievement yoga was already running erratically.
The energy of fire is sent to all parts of the body, instantly showing a pure glass Sambhogakaya comparable to that of a saint.
With the powerful divine power, the swift lion roared silently, and the sharp teeth were clearly exposed. Before Luo Shuang'er's long sword, which was controlled by the secret plan, had a chance to be withdrawn, it was transported to the peak by the kundalini fire and the phantom body yoga.
Suppressed, the posture is soothing and vigorous, containing the vastness of the universe. The fire around the body bursts into blazing starlight. It seems that a figure with a body like glass, clear inside and outside, and a flawless figure is slowly emerging from the core of the nebula, blessing the Dharma King.
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Pinzhao said excitedly: "The sword has been stopped! Has the Dharma King won?!"
Jiang Wen was silent, only Master Anren frowned and said: "No, Black Hat Dharma King's Kundalini Fire Yoga has obviously been exhausted, and his illusory body achievements have also turned from imaginary to real. It seems that the glazed body has also failed. This game is a lose-lose situation."
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In just an instant, the sword in Luo Shuang'er's palm was shattered by the brute force of Dharma King Miaobao with a loud crackling sound, and turned into pieces of broken iron, falling to the ground one after another. The forged and burned pure Sambhogakaya was like glass.
, was also crushed by the cold murderous aura that penetrated the sword body, until it was scattered and unable to take shape.
Nowadays, all things are created with the mind in mind. The figure of the Dharma King Miaobao staggered for a moment, and then he forced his body to straighten up again. The original Buddha appearance like a lion king gradually disappeared, and turned into the most complete, solemn, upright and wonderful treasure appearance, and even seemed to
Gradually approaching the Buddha's figure of one foot, a golden light of more than ten feet gradually spread out around him.
This is the miraculous "Light Achievement Method" among the six methods of Naruo in Tibet. Practitioners use deep and complete stages of practice to force the wind of karma to return to the central channel and transform it into the wind of wisdom, so that great light can be released.
This is the manifestation of the true nature of the mind, the wisdom that transcends duality!
Luo Shuang'er, who had let go of the long sword, finally had a glimmer of clarity in her eyes. The golden light of the Buddha's body passed through the mountains and swept through the mountains and forests. It seemed to have had some effect on awakening her mind. Even the withered fog that filled the air was slightly dispersed.
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In the great light, traces of charred blackness appeared on the bodies of the dry muntjacs, and they were lying on the ground writhing in agony, as if they were being burned by fire, but they could not even cry out. These were the ghosts who fell into the Jizu Mountain Yin.
, there was no pause between life and death. They kept living and dying, and were always in the midst of life and death. They suffered from sin day and night, but in any case they were not as good as being killed by the golden light.
The pain of exposure.
Jiang Wenyuan watched the scene, but suddenly found that the men who had been kneeling all over the ground, looking ferocious and naked, suddenly began to kneel stiffly one after another.
Under the golden light, one can see that their skins are dry and wrinkled, peeling off layer by layer, and a layer of dense dark black mildew spots emerges from the holes, which are almost the same color as the withered and dim leaves and grass on the ground.
His mouth was tightly closed, his hands were raised above his head, and he was slowly bowing with his withered limbs in front of him, as if he had repeated it thousands of times before his death, and the muscle memory that had already penetrated the bone marrow was taking effect.
It looks like the Ganzimen are worshiping the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, with the same piety, persistence, hardship and sorrow, just like evil ghosts who have been trapped in the endless hell for life, and still beg for the Buddhas after death.
Bodhisattva saves...
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Outside the Thousand Buddhas Cave, the cold rain was miserable, and the oncoming cold wind was biting. The heat and poison of Jizushan Yin gradually turned into a kind of cold. However, everyone's thoughts were absorbed and aroused. Only Master Anren was stunned at this time.
Startled, I suddenly changed my mind and came to my senses.
"Amitabha. In this world of the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance, all pain and suffering are endless. The Surangama Sutra says: Precepting the mind is the precepts. Because of the precepts, concentration arises. Because of concentration, wisdom develops. This is called the Three Indispensable Learnings.
If you want to get rid of the three poisons, you must first cultivate without leakage..."
Master Anren's old face showed a trace of helplessness and intolerance, and he chanted sutras in a low voice in order to save the ghosts. His contradictory expression was just like the first time Jiang Wen saw the old monk dying in Fayun Pavilion.
He looked at Pinzhao, and saw that the young monk was still sweating on his head, his eyes eagerly and ardently looking at the magical power displayed by the King of Miaobao, and he seemed not to feel the biting coldness rising and falling around him at all.
He looked at Jiang Wen, who had a serious face, and saw Jiang Wen looking around with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if there were needle pricks on his body. At this time, he noticed Master An Ren's return to consciousness, and their eyes finally met.
The Dharma King Miaobao displayed his great power and slightly high morale, but finally revealed his solemn and silent emotions.
In Jiang Wen's eyes, An Ren is a very strange person.
When ordinary people enter old age, they tend to self-righteously put aside their early doubts and begin to regard the people or things they encounter in their lives as a kind of inevitable necessity.
You should point fingers at your juniors within the confines of a frog in a well.
But in Master Anren, there is neither the emotion of an aging person struggling to survive and the desire to see the Pure Land, nor the reflection of a martyr's ambition in his old age. Instead, he is filled with indescribable confusion and confusion that is inconsistent with his age. It seems that the longer he lives, the more confused he is, full of indescribable emotions.
Even though he had to solve difficult problems, even though he was a monk who practiced life-long practice, he was always looked down upon by others involuntarily.
But Jiang Wen didn't need to say it, because he knew that in An Ren's eyes, he must be a very strange person, a weirdo who acted selfishly but couldn't help but meddle in other people's business.
Master Anren also understands that even if he is about to reach nirvana, even if the catastrophe of life and death is already in front of him, he is still troubled by the demon in his mind that thinks about birth and death in an instant, and does not stop day and night.
Watching the secluded and gradually becoming lighter mind, you will still be troubled by the subtle movements in the yin.
He knew that he was not as diligent and brave as the Dharma King. Whenever he fell into tranquility and was immersed in the clouds, mountains and rivers, the gathering and dispersing of water and fire, cleansing, cold and warmth, there would be a subtle movement, and the more it moved, the more it moved.
The more he became distorted, to the point that in the silence where he was supposed to see his own nature, his concentration and the yin of cultivation began to fight with each other, and eventually he became obsessed with it, manifesting all kinds of crazy realizations that turned his illusions upside down.
"At the beginning, my master once went deep into Jizu Mountain and categorically said that Jizu Mountain was plagued by yin and only the saints with no leakage could save him from the sea of suffering. At the beginning, my master also expressed his sincere advice to the old monk, but it is a pity that he has cultivated in these years.
In order to turn back the years, I have failed to live up to my expectations..."
A saint without leakage? Jiang Wen was extremely confused.
This title has always referred to saints such as Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who are pure and without leaks and are no longer confused and attached to the realm of desire, color, and formless realms.
Then he looked sideways, looking at this Buddhist genius who was once known as "the closest to Arhat status", and suddenly he could imagine the expectations placed on him at the beginning, as well as the hardships of being unable to do anything in these years.
"Master Anren, where is the Buddha and Bodhisattva in this world that is so turbid and evil now? When Master Benwu came in, did he see the same scene in front of him? If hell has always been like this, how can anyone in the world find a way to escape!"
Master Anren explained the facts in a meaningful way, trying to straighten out the dialectical relationship. What you see in front of you says that it is mysterious because it can manifest the wonders of all things and impermanence. It is not mysterious because you are using it now.
Awareness.
"Donor, you said there are no Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in this world, but look at those two people, are they just like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"
Then Master Anren clasped his hands and sighed, looking at the proud figure at the foot of the cliff.
"As the donor said, it seems that no one in this mountain can be liberated except Dharma King Miaobao who can transcend it. And all of this is the cause and effect of my Buddhist family..."
The old monk did not have the illusion that Pinzhao was obsessed with now. The name and appearance of Jizushanyin today are all false, and he himself could not distinguish between what is true and what is illusion.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The heat that Pinzhao feels is the heat of anger caused by confusion and delusion, and the cold that Anren feels is the coldness caused by worries and karma. Jiang Wen said
The stinging pain I feel is due to the fact that I often face death or even transcend death, which brings about a sense of empathy.
Everyone feels different pain, but it does not mean that this "pain" is any different. Therefore, everyone is just a blind man feeling the elephant, only making wild guesses about a huge and boundless whole - maybe only the enlightened ones who have transcended the fire house can
Let’s get a glimpse of the whole picture.
Troubles and pains like this are the manifestation of thousands of troubles according to Buddhism. Even if the body is healthy, there are also various psychological troubles such as slander, reputation, love, hate, etc. Even if the practice is good, these troubles can be dissolved, but
As long as you are alive, there are always many fears that cannot be eliminated in life. Even if you are blessed with good fortune, you will still have nameless fears because your life will eventually end.
For this reason, Hinayana is committed to freeing itself from suffering, but it may not be able to escape everything after all; Mahayana exoteric teaching is dedicated to saving others, and may be able to forget one's own suffering a little, but often not only does it not reduce the suffering of others, but it deepens it.
own suffering.
Ganzizi is still worshiping, his body posture is devout and stiff, revealing a trace of Buddha nature that has already conquered human nature. If the Buddha Kingdom of Tiankai is also a demon land, maybe the demon in the valley can also be called the son of Buddha.
Jiang Wen always maintained his sobriety and rationality so that he could find the truth in these crazy and bizarre scenes, but at this moment, there must be something in Jizushanyin that completely blinded his five senses, leaving only a faint trace.
His intuition has not been blocked yet, and he understands that he cannot act rashly now, otherwise he will be trapped in this vast quagmire like the old monk said, entangled in cause and effect.
——Just like Luo Shuang'er.
At some point, everyone discovered that Luo Shuang'er was being worshiped by a group of corpses. Her pure white gauze clothes were like the moonlight between heaven and earth that was not stained by dust. The brilliance quietly shone on thousands of mountains. She removed the fragments of the sword with her hands, and it seemed to be released.
Despite the heavy burden, he looked like he was completely reborn, his marrow was cleansed and his tendons were transformed.
She did not wake up after that, and she no longer looked at Jiang Wen. Her eyes showed the last trace of deep-seated nostalgia hanging on her brows, and then she slowly closed her eyes, which actually had the coldest quality of becoming a Buddha on the spot.
It was the withered white mist that penetrated into her body, causing the gauze to condense into a color like mutton fat and white jade.
She started to move, but with the long sword broken, her actions at this time were more like "dance" than "martial arts". As the long sword wrapped in dust disappeared, Luo Shuang'er began to dance quietly as if there was no one around, and several people
The scene in front of him slowly changed, and Luo Shuang'er seemed to have transformed into the Water Moon Bodhisattva with a high bun, a crown, a necklace, and a ribbon.
She is still full of color, dancing neither sad nor happy. As the mountain mist turns into fairy mist, her clothes are flying in the clouds and mist, overlooking all living things; as the sorrowful sound turns to music, she also floats in the fairy music.
The dancing posture in the mist is enchanting, and the cold eyes are on all kinds of things in the world.
The scene in front of them suddenly changed, and the hearts of several people were affected by Luo Shuang'er. She exuded a mysterious power that touched people's hearts, making people believe that even if Luo Shuang'er didn't have wings, feathers, or clouds, she could rely on her floating dress alone.
And flying ribbons can also soar in the sky.
"It's Shen Zhao Jing!"
Jiang Wen said a term that no one else could understand, but the Shenzhao Jing was the Shenzhao Jing. There was no set formula or rules.
It can be the Shadowless Divine Fist, it can bring the dead back to life, it can even be the Liancheng Sword Technique or the Dugu Nine Swords. Among all the forms and forms, it can be what all sentient beings want in their hearts.
After worshiping, a white jade Guanyin statue suddenly formed.
"King Miao Bao is in danger!"
Jiang Wen was in a panic, and Luo Shuang'er's original posture did not mean that he was less threatening. On the contrary, he entered another extremely threatening posture - Nuo dance!
The Jiao-Suppressing Nuo Dance is a secret weapon used to deal with the Five-Sheep Jiao Ghost. It is also a martial art used to deal with Yixi creatures. When it was born on the Boiling Sea, it was able to make the Five-Sheep perform Yi Yi. Now it has been blessed with countless blessings.
Chongtian’s Hanshan inner strength, who knows how far it will be extended!
The eyes of Dharma King Miaobao in front of him were intense again, and the power of Kundalini Fire Yoga spread all over his body, but this time, he was completely unable to catch the murderous intention that Luo Shuang'er should have revealed.
This time, it was no longer the twelve evil gods enshrined in Nuo dance, nor was it the Fang Xiangshi who was covered with bearskin to ward off ghosts and epidemics. Luo Shuang'er's petite body was filled with a god and Buddha revered by thousands of people. This time, the invitation
God does not carry any pyrotechnic energy in his body.
This is not to be blamed on Dharma King Miaobao, because only Jiang Wen knows best. The Dugu Nine Swords are the martial arts he uses to deal with Yi Xi, and the Suppressing Jiao Nuo Dance is the invisible weapon that he has used to deal with elephants from the time he was born to the present.
Supernatural things. In such martial arts, there is no need to show murderous intent, just like wind, rain, thunder and lightning will not reveal hatred. The meaning of the existence of Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is that in that desperate moment when wind and thunder are blowing, everything is out of order.
Bloom without reservation.
This time, Luo Shuang'er just closed her eyes gently, and opened another eye in the dark. The next moment, she seemed to be covered with eyes, "seeing" with ten thousand times the blazing sight, surpassing the golden light of the Buddha's body.
At that moment, the rays completely ignited the whole world!