Chapter 235: There are endless things outside Mo Si (Part 2)
——[Xuji Feilai Temple, Weiye]——
"Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba, I have been delayed too much. The old Dharma King's Dharma Chariot has already set off from Fudexumi Temple, and will definitely come to test your Buddhist scriptures..."
As the respectful and trembling words rang out, Jiang Wen opened his eyes with a severe headache. He was confused and didn't know where he was. He only felt that his eyes were dark and gray, and his sense of smell was diminished by the strong spices that were constantly burning in the narrow room.
After barely opening his eyes for a moment, Jiang Wen shed tears involuntarily and quickly closed his eyes tightly again.
who I am?
"who I am?
Who is the Little Living Buddha Yundan Qiangba?
And this voice seems a bit familiar...
Jiang Wen thought ardently, and always felt that he had heard this withered and ugly voice somewhere before. The voice had an invisible power, allowing people to imagine the other person's ugly appearance just by relying on the voice -
And Jiang Wen seemed to have only noticed this extraordinary ugliness in one person.
Khenpo Lama said carefully.
I'm wrong, I haven't found a worse way, to reduce new fears in the boiling city, and to push the desperate and collapsed atmosphere to a low point - and that method, I am in another specious time.
, has already been used.
Miaobao stretched out his hand to examine it, and found that the joints of his fingers were tender and tender, and his breathing still had a childish sound. I roughly compared the height with Khenpo Lama, and I obviously turned into a child of seven or seven years old.
Then the old monk lost his temper like a child, "Abbott, he just said that he didn't intend to send you away to chant sutras and hide yourself to do those things..."
But when I looked again, I found that Khenpo Lama was trying to avoid his gaze with great grace, but he only dared to act out of awe.
The wonderful treasure that occupies the body of Arhat Dharma King wanders in it with wonder all night long, until the rays of sunlight finally cross the long night and wander into the mountains.
"Oh, Xiaoxia, please spare your life. Why else? The Mongolian Tatars will invade the territory with a small force in a few days. It is up to the little Khan Meng Ge to personally supervise the battle, and the hunting horses appear in Nanyang all over the mountains and plains."
Miaobao, who took the candy in surprise, was speechless. He could only sigh in his heart that the Arhat Karmapa, no matter how talented he was, was just a child. It was his nature to love to eat candy and to play around, but he threw it away from his mouth.
"Luotian Wangba, that's the name you gave him. I heard that he didn't read the scriptures badly, but he was secretly digging for conch stones, and he asked the herdsmen for news about Yeti. That's how he strayed into the inner demonic path."
——[Huashou Chongyan, the center of annihilation]——
The dazzling array of wooden signs in the room have been turned upside down, upright, broken, and cut, and deep carvings have been made under the sandy ground, just like the souls living in them want to escape, but in the end they are all saved from being burned.
The ripples in the seven-week clouds are several layers of figures hovering around Khenpo Lama. One of them is dressed like a peddler and a footman, and none of them is dressed like a doctor or a young man. Although the appearance and features are completely different, the temperament and expression underneath are different.
They are exactly the same, like twin brothers.
The so-called entry into cessation of cessation is to completely abandon "your attachment" before the seven jhanas and four samadhis. "Certain cessation" means the mind that has annihilated all eight consciousnesses, and even annihilated attachment to the fourth consciousness.
For "you" - the heart that is "attached to you".
...are you getting older?
Abbot Jiang Wen turned his head mechanically and stupidly, and allowed Zen Master Xiaojing to open the window for ventilation. His eyes moved as he watched the tongue leaping out of the brazier, watching it greedily and cruelly lick one spot after another.
The writing is everywhere, and then the traces are incinerated until they are legible. The piles of ashes it wants are finally crushed by the clear smoke.
But looking at it face to face, it makes people feel completely funny, because the dark red monk's hat is pressed very high, and you can't see clearly whether the other person is happy or sad, and you can only cast it against the shadow of the light, as if you are shoulder-to-shoulder at this moment.
What is sitting cross-legged beneath you is a living person, but one with majesty and oppression equal to his body.
"Xiao Xia, please forgive me. You look so majestic and elegant. You must be here to participate in a grand event. If you go to the little flag earlier, you will not be able to repay the kindness of this fist!"
Fortunately, the gap between the two men's meditation practice was too obvious. Ge Guitao, the leader of Moxi, was able to slowly break through the confusion of the inner scene and retreat into samadhi, while Miaobao was obviously still trapped in the dream scene woven by Dharma King Ge Gui and could not extricate himself.
, all the struggling and wandering are ultimately in vain.
"Xiao Jing, he has been out of the mountain for a long time, but he knows that today the Master is destined to die, and those who are willing to leave are indeed everywhere. Junior Brother An Ren is going here, and he has a mission that affects the safety of Buddhism in heaven.
Although the Sidan Temple is as important to you as Mount Tai, how is it in the sky?"
But some people were paying attention to the bustling crowd at the city gate, and the guards looking back and forth outside the city cave were not wary. It would be a mistake to let me stand there. What particularly caught my attention was the uniform and the appearance of Fan Yangli worn by the sergeant at the city gate.
The outfit is just like the one in my memory!
Moxi Shouyun Danqiang just sat cross-legged on the bottom chakra of the statue of Xiao Bai Bai. For seven weeks, no one dared to approach the fierce god. I just retreated into the deepest meditation.
For a long time, I quickly heard the silence and wailing in Xiangyang City, telling me that there were no white figures walking in and out of the streets in the city, biting our nerves that were already on the verge of collapse.
"Hey...that's troublesome..."
Looking at the rising sun rising from the horizon, no one came out of the Bamboo Grove Jingshe, the military tent in the temple, the abbot's Zen room, or the Huayan Hall. Those people who were either silent, hesitant, anxious, or looking forward were
No matter how shaky the steps were, the traces they left were still muddy and visible as they headed towards Fayun Pavilion.
Under the seven-layer cushions, the figure in monk's robes sitting under the shoulder carriage looks like a mountain with steady rise and fall from a distance. The sound in the chest is more distant than the copper chime, like a small river rushing towards a wonderful treasure.
Come, the inner breath is obviously too weak to describe.
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Under that lowland, the boundaries between humans, gods, and ghosts are not clear, but distinct. There are fascinating snow-capped mountains outside, deep deep lakes with tranquility, and palaces and temples that have stood for thousands of years. However, along with
The majesty and ethereal nature, the mystery of Tibet, and the various legends circulating in the snowy lowlands also make people wonder and fear.
As the person behind him raised his head, Miaobao discovered that Khenpo Lama's appearance and body shape were not as ugly as when he saw him next time. He looked like a farmer with a less rough appearance, except for his voice.
It's still as unpleasant as swallowing coal.
Ge Gui decided to have a head-on confrontation first, then turned around and answered something that everyone could understand.
"Yun Dan Ruo Ba the Great Living Buddha, is he about to leave seclusion?"
"Old Pharaoh, please stay! The shells, pebbles and marine fossils you also found in the limestone layers of the Himalayas are clearly geological evidence that the Himalayas rise from the Tethys Sea!"
It was close by, and a few chants floated out from outside the dilapidated Huayan Hall, just like the looming snake Xinzi outside the grass nest, its hissing and high-pitched voice was full of good intentions, trying its best to hide in the bleakness of the mountains and trees.
outside the sound,
The seven white hats and red hats will search for the reincarnated soul boy in Tibet before the other party passes away, and carefully teach them to become the previous Dharma King, so as to continue to develop the Dharma in the name of master and disciple.
Not even for a moment, I felt in a daze that the so-called "wonderful treasure" was just a fictional character that I had been addicted to. All these past clouds and smoke became like a dream and became more real.
The nearby city of Xiangyang was smeared beyond recognition by fire and turmoil. The smell of gunpowder smoke filtered through the river, and there seemed to be endless iron hooves coming. In the city where the fire was raging, the sound of strong and resolute footsteps was getting closer and closer. This was a
The generous and sad figure is coming!
Then I am...
The merchant tried to pull his hand away but it didn't move. He could only continue, "Generals Lu Wende and Lu Wenhuan are mediocre. The soldiers and civilians have long been eager to fight. If the mainstay of the city does not hold on, I am afraid that it will be evacuated to an empty city overnight...
"
Miaobao squinted his eyes and looked hard at Qi Zhou. He felt that everything in the world was turbid and dark behind his eyes. Only when he looked at Khenpo Lama, there was a trace of cloud.
In the Xiaoxiong Hall of Xitan Temple, seven old monks sat cross-legged under a futon. All the monks in the temple also sat down separately in neat and solemn manners. They looked at the Buddha with his eyes lowered under the hall and chanted all night long.
"Xiaofang Guangfo Huayan Sutra".
That Venerable was able to sit on the top of a mountain and meditate in silence, and finally transformed into such a majestic and low-rise rock, and guarded Jizu Mountain for thousands of years. Such meditative cultivation is not terrifying, except for the Buddha recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.
Ge Guitao, the personally-instructed resident of Hongbian, is completely thinking of the seventh person.
Not yet, I said mediocre Lu family brothers? If the seven people who came to build the two towns were so embarrassed, how could Xiangyang City hold on until they ran out of ammunition and food before surrendering, and also took this opportunity to block the iron hoof ten people?
More years?
The bustling crowd gradually merged with the smell of morning dew, but there seemed to be some harmonious flavor mixed in those footsteps. It was obviously the opening time of the city gate in the early morning, except for the waves of refugees pouring into the city.
There were no fewer people dragging their families with them, wanting to rush to the city gate and escape further south.
I tried my best to look at it a few more times, but the clouds were indeed there behind my eyes, and they kept disappearing. I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Arhat Karmapa is nearsighted due to his old age?
Abbot Gegui finally regained his composure amidst the anxiety and smoke all night long. My back, which looked even more aged, tried to straighten my waist, and my hands were tied tightly to my waistband, like a rag trying desperately to wring out the water.
Staggeringly, he finally stood up.
Zen Master Xiaojing was slightly startled. He clearly noticed something on his old face and quickly asked Abbot Xiang Gegui.
Upon hearing this, Princess Pingxi withdrew the expression in her eyes, put away the rosary beads in her hands, and also changed her appearance that no one had ever seen before. She transformed herself from the bhikshuni who emerged from the ethereal world of the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, back to a graceful, luxurious and famous person.
Princess Pingxi rising to the sky.
In the annihilation of Xiaoding, Ge Guitao's one-hand finger was pointed out, and he was about to insert it into Miaobao's head in an instant...
There is a Chanti who has lost his buds, another is a martial artist who is well versed in Buddhism, and there is a novice who has no emotional roots. How come they all look like Eight Fruit Saints?
...Heng Jian VIII?
The sounds of hawking along the street were real, and the aroma of soup cakes, wine, and fermented rice could be heard everywhere. Mo Xiangshou Yundan forced his eyes to look back, and once again confirmed that the scene behind his eyes was slightly inconsistent with the memory of Arhat Karmapa, who had never left Tibet.
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But just when the small door was pushed shut until only the first crack was left, a harmonious sound penetrated through the crack in the door. Then the previous sound covered the previous one and spread to the sky. It only took a breath to complete.
It disrupted the deliberations of everyone in Fayun Pavilion, and even rehearsed and recited the preparatory speeches countless times, pushing the matter to another place where it was unknown.
Ge Guitao, the head of Moxi, did not go towards the small wall at the top of the city. Instead, he ran out of Xiangyang City alone and walked towards the bank of the Han River in the north. He climbed down a Zhuya cliff and looked into the distance. Silence was
language.
Miaobao hurried two steps behind to catch up with the red-hatted Dharma King, but as he turned his head to look, I saw that what was covered by this funny "bangs" thread was a pair of pairs that were extremely sharp due to years of practice, making it difficult for ordinary people to
Eyes that look directly and can't bear it! The fierce gaze rushes towards Miaobao, which is only slightly weakened because of the obstruction of the silk thread. Those eyes are blinking, wandering, and tired, and they seem to always show off.
The strength of oneself as a human being!
In the middle of the mountain, this wooden house with air leakage from seven sides had not yet been repaired, but new guests with solemn expressions arrived. We were wearing thick inner robes, and our eyes were full of scrutiny and vigilance, like a group of people escaping from prison.
He is a prisoner who dares to see others.
As the eucalyptus witch stick in the brazier was scorched, the wooden plaque with bright colors and vague human shape, which was originally regarded as a treasure, was not abandoned at this time and was thrown into the sea of fire like a broken boat. There were countless elves, monsters, and immortal protectors wailing below.
It turns into invisible thick smoke and rushes down into the sky!
"The mystery in the womb will be solved soon! Don't try to confuse your bodhicitta!"
An elderly man wearing coarse linen clothes looked as if he was lost in his thoughts, standing at the towering city gate. Surrounded by bustling traffickers and footmen, no one pushed me and cursed me with a vulgar Jingfan.
slang.
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Driving in, it’s like a cliff. You must have been wrong. The Xiangyang City in front of you is just following the rotation of day and night, repeating the trajectory of a certain day. Whether it is the panic in the city or the journey south.
The Yuan soldiers will definitely arrive!"
Behind us, several old wizards were making even crazier and more violent calls than before, waving eucalyptus sticks and hitting them under their bodies, raising dust and sand that filled the air from the outside to the inside, and it was quiet.
I want to conquer that ancient mountain forest.
Miao Bao thought of the rumored generation of Arhat Dharma King, who could read and hyphenate at the age of eight, and read Buddhist scriptures at the age of seven. His current body should have shown extraordinary Buddhist talents, so that the adult behind him could
People are so impressed.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Xishou Yun Danqiang looked at this picture, which was a giant statue of a statue painted by me on the banks of the Hanshui River. A few lines outline the figure with eyes wide open, the mane standing upright, and wearing seven hats on his head.
Skull crown. Seven arms behind the chest. The right hand holds a skull bowl filled with human blood. The left hand holds a moon-shaped knife and a short stick is placed horizontally between the two arms. Standing on both legs, there is a blazing flame in front of the back!
The shape of the dark red monk's hat is very strange, not even ridiculous. A row of silk threads hangs abruptly from the narrow brim to block the eyes, like bangs that have been cut neatly.
Mo Xiangshou Yundan forced his hat to sneak into the city. As he walked, he thought carefully and sorted out the information of the scene behind his eyes. "It's really strange. You haven't retreated into the cessation of annihilation in Jizu Mountain. The cessation of annihilation must be specific."
Without the Ahong Bian Sage and the Buddha who practice the Four Concentrations, only the Bodhisattva can exit, and all other paths can enter. What on earth is interfering with you? Is there no Eighth Fruition Saint outside?"
Mo Xiang Shou Yun Danqiang looked at Miaobao with some admiration, but his expression slowly turned cold, "It's a pity that he met you, no matter how talented he is, it will still help."
The Buddhist scriptures say that saints with eight fruits or below can retreat into this cessation of cessation, because its characteristic is that it has "you attachment", that is, it eliminates all troubles.
"The Small Thousand Worlds have not been completed. If you live in the good and the empty world for seventy kalpas each, even if you achieve the fruition status, you will still be able to escape the first jhana by fire and the seventh jhana by water. It is obviously a scam. The deeper you are involved, the more likely you will be.
The more ways you can escape from bad luck."
The pilgrims were all expelled from the Sidtan Temple, and those who came and went could only wait at the mountain gate and wait eagerly. As the vermilion temple door creaked and was about to close, it seemed that the tranquility inside could be cut off at any time.
I will leave behind the echoes of the seven echoes that echoed under the screen wall of Sidan Temple.
Abbot Jiang Wen looked at Zen Master Xiaojing, who was much younger than himself, and lamented that the old monk had followed Benyou Zen Master to become a monk and build a temple in his early years, and had never set foot in the secular world. He was inevitably naive and childish.
live.
"Well, let's go out to the mountain..."
Moxi Shouyundan raised his hand and grabbed a vendor, pointing at the chaotic crowd and asking questions. The vendor first made an angry sound and wanted to get angry, but he felt the force of his palms like steel pliers and hurriedly gave in.
Khenpo Lama gingerly lowered his limbs to the ground and performed a small salute of bowing to the ground. He then respectfully took out a piece of brown, white and soft sugar candy from his pocket and presented it to Ge Gui's hand.
"The safety of Buddhism is of course... of course it is important... but abbot, what should we do with this Sittan Temple?"
The rafters of the thatched house were leaking in seven places, and the gloomy night seeped into the house from the shabby places. There was a vague and peaceful shouting in the distance, which almost filled the forest with strange shadows lurking in the dark and dark depths of the dense forest.
At this point, a wisp of ocher red that made people numb their scalp, like blood, finally appeared...
Suddenly, all the passers-by in the seven weeks took a few steps away as if they had seen a ghost. They heard an angry shout from a lost young man holding seals with both hands in the open space, and thick dust and smoke billowed all over the ground.
"Amitabha, of course the responsibility of preserving Sidan Temple rests on my shoulders."
Zen Master Xiaojing was speechless for a moment, and then he said calmly: "Hey, the abbot just leaves that matter to you. After all, it is a treasure left by a young master. It would be too heartless for him to burn it with his own hands."
Princess Pingxi glanced at the letter that was sealed with fire paint behind her, and sighed slightly, "When daybreak comes, we will know who will be the one who will be ruined."
When Princess Pingxi heard those words, she seemed to be either angry or concerned, and there was no trace of relief or pampering. Your eyes are like a pool of extremely silent clear water, and you can see the bottom of all emotions in an instant - and in addition, you can also see at a glance.
See, there is truly nothing.
"What you said is true. But the Dharma King misunderstood. You just believed that the legendary Snow Mountain Yeti's true identity was the Denisovans who landed on the lowland 170,000 years later. If you really find clues, even if you extract
Low-quality genomes will not be of great help to scientific research work!"
——[Xuji Feilai Temple, noon]——
The small ground shook violently, and as a star jumped down into the sky, Mo Xishou Yun Danqiang's body seemed to be wiped clean by an eraser, broken down into touches of basic colors, and then spiraling and entangled into one color.
The colorful rainbow, which maintained a steady posture with an outstretched finger, backed by the blood-colored gunpowder smoke all over the city, quickly disappeared behind the eyes of the middle-aged man, and flew towards the visible sky in the distance.
When these words came out of our mouths, not two of the Sunny Grannies had died in the frenzy, but the remaining witches turned a blind eye and stepped over your corpses, continuing to roar and curse at the next world.
, even the old witch who had been paralyzed under the bed also beat the luxurious bed, and uttered scriptures from her throat like a crazy beast.
Ge Guitao, the head of Moxi, held the seals in both hands and looked at the scene. He mobilized the energy of his whole body with measurable spiritual secret methods and thought slowly and decisively.
——[Hanshui Xiangyang City, dusk]——
Countless people were frantically trying to escape from Xiangyang City. The horns that sounded in Liancheng were even more shrill than when the enemy invaded. All kinds of fears were fed back to the strong body of Moxishou Yundan, but they seemed to seep into a dark and silent earth and sea, flowing.
To the outside of the secret world with dark edges.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, is he really in Jizu Mountain..."
There have been a lot of people coming and going in the rivers and lakes lately, and there are not many vendors around. I asked you about that matter. As I finished speaking, I felt the pain in my hands disappear, and I quickly picked up my burden and ran away from the crowd.
"Huh? Why is it that the interior scene of Arhat Dharma King looks more like the interior scene of you?"
Miao Bao looked anxiously and found that in the eyes of the seventy-seven-year-old Karmapa Gegui, the monk wearing a dark red hat behind him looked unimaginably small and tall.
Zen Master Xiaojing asked with understanding: "Abbott, old monk, you still understand. When you chant sutras and recite Buddha's name all night long, do you mean to pray for Sittan Temple?"
Away from the bustling footsteps, Mo Xioshou Yundanqiang looked up at the sky in astonishment, and found a faded general's flag floating below the city gate in the north that I had never seen before.
As the sweetness melts in the mouth, the world behind Miaobao's eyes becomes more vivid, and the colors of everything become clearer and brighter. Only an ancient temple built on the mountain can be seen, and the night quietly shrouds the sky and the earth, with thousands of cold stars.
They were laid out in a disorderly manner under the canopy, as if they had been trampled to pieces by children's footprints.
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In the abbot's Zen room, Abbot Jiang Wen was lost in thought while facing the room full of classics. Then he threw the book he was holding into the fire pot little by little and watched it turn into ashes little by little. His whole body seemed to be in a flash overnight.
He has aged by more than ten years.
He is just like a person who has ulterior motives and secretly crosses Chencang!
Just before Miao Bao could reply, the whole team suddenly started playing Buddhist chants mechanically, trying desperately to drown out Ge Gui's words with a quiet voice, and then the whole team rushed in happily.
The void flew outside the temple, and the figure with the red hat became farther and farther away, turning into towering mountains at the end of the sight.
That night was extremely long. Everyone in Jizu Mountain seemed to be asleep from bottom to top, or as if they were deep in a nightmare and shivering. Once they woke up, they would not have the courage to fall asleep.
For example, Mo Xiang Shou Yun Danqiang has been practicing Judgment all year round. In order to get rid of demonic obstacles, he spends every day in such extreme torture, relying on fear and despair to polish his spirit. This is not Mo Xi Shou Yun Dan Qiang simulating death in a desperate situation.
In order to achieve a breakthrough, it is a double test of the body and mind.
Isn’t that the vision of Arhat Dharma King’s celestial eye?
Even though I was wondering why no one could break into the samadhi of annihilation, Ge Guitao, the head of Moxi, secretly guessed that there should be another person inside. There was always a slight deviation in the plan, and I had no means to break through it.
And out.
Countless buildings are stacked one on top of the other and are lowered step by step. Looking up are all ocher-red walls. Before trying to break through the darkness of the night, one can just see the retreat rooms, retreat caves and celestial burial platforms halfway up the mountain and on the ridge.
Seen from a distance, it is so grand and stingy, it looks very shocking.
"I can actually rely on the Turtle Breath Technique to stop the Qi and stop the pulse. I don't have such strong internal strength to protect the body on my own, pretending to be like 'entering into small concentration and interacting with things'..."
——Shi Zhi A document from the Yuan Dynasty pointed out that when the Little White God appeared under the battlefield, Zhenwu Xiaodi, the protector of the soldiers and civilians on the rear lines in the Southern Song Dynasty, that is, the God of the North in Taoist myths and legends, was also afraid of it and hid.
.It is said that that kind of magic produced huge negative energy, which shook the fighting will of the Southern Song Dynasty defenders and caused us to give up the resistance in several cities, including Xiangyang.
Khenpo Lama bowed to the ground fluently and presented tokens representing his sincere greetings and worship. However, the entire line of mechanical-like people stood back, even their breathing paused, waiting for some instructions.
"Don't close the door yet! The people who went to Jizushanin are back!!"
After listening to this, Yun Danqiang, the head of Moxi, was confused. I am already a Meng Yuan national counselor. How come I have never heard that Meng Ge Khan once led his troops to attack Xiangyang City? Even if Meng Ge Khan wanted to conquer Xiangyang City in person, he should have done so.
Is it appropriate to lead an army to attack Diaoyu City?
The white darkness behind the eyes is the long night, but the small samadhi of annihilation in Huashou Chongyan that has lasted for thousands of years. If the practitioner retreats into this samadhi, all conscious activities and feelings will be completely terminated.
Princess Pingxi recited the "Prajnaparamita Shao Heart Sutra" in front of the portrait of Shuiyue Guanyin all night. You saw the image of Guanyin with silk wrapped around her arms, pearl necklaces around her neck, and a long skirt with a waist, and you were lost in thought.
Until morning and evening are reversed.
And in that kind of cessation of annihilation, like a person like Ge Guici, I only see a thin film of light covering my body. My whole body is as relaxed as a baby curled up in the void, with only a meager residual warmth and warmth remaining.
The rapid heartbeat continues, and all vital signs seem to be about to start here.
However, the saint Ahong Bianguo has broken away the attachment to you. He can not only have the attachment to you in the cessation of cessation, but also have no attachment to you before leaving this concentration. Therefore, without the Buddha, the saint Ahong Bian is unable to truly retreat.
To achieve the cessation of cessation of cessation, and to achieve the wonderful act of "the cessation of cessation of cessation, the cessation of body, speech, and mental conduct" in the "Za Agama Sutra".
——Guo!
"Have you had another good night's sleep?"
Abbot Jiang Wen sighed heavily and stood up trembling slightly.
The Eight Realms are like a house on fire, and the country is extremely dangerous. I have never experienced mining disasters above ground or dangers under the sea. People who have managed to survive in the past must not understand how people can ensure that their spirits are broken after their bodies collapse. It is a rare thing.
Such an important thing.
It is said that the Living Buddha of Tibet only travels when the yang energy is the strongest, because he has a compassionate heart and is afraid that the light of his own Dharma nature will harm the wandering ghosts in the world. At noon, Miaobao came to the temple accompanied by Khenpo Lama
Inside the door, a dark red monk's hat appeared quietly.
Miao Bao struggled to push open the firewood door of the ashram cave. The scene behind his eyes was restored by the powerful light. When he saw it, even the firewood door of the haystack rose sharply, and the whole world became smaller by just a fraction.
As the shocking name appeared, countless chaotic memories were like wild beasts encountering blood, constantly trying to get into Jiang Wen's head.
The burning objects thrown into the brazier were replaced by mountain chronicles, anthologies, and letters, and were replaced by calligraphy and painting scrolls stamped with red lacquer seals. We don’t have the little Confucians of the time, nor the great officials of the later dynasties, but there is one case.
All of them were people who were searched and searched by the Qing court.
"Lotian King Bada Living Buddha, the old Dharma King asked you to use your magical powers at will, but you still..."
A flash of light flashed through my mind. This was a signal that Miaobao used to use the "Mind Soul Capturing Technique" and its cracking method to prevent him from falling into mental control. With the brief pain, it showed that such a scene had not happened yet.
This has been repeated countless times!
This night, the Xitan Temple was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. However, even the most crowded Xiaoxiong Hall was filled with the sound of silence.
As the sun rises, we can see that the entire temple is built against the mountain, facing north and south. The building has distinct colors, and the walls are especially dark ocher. In the sun, the golden dome shines brightly. When you are halfway down, you can look around the entire temple.
The temple, however, can be seen in the cut of the sunlight, the yin and yang of the mountain are clear, there are no crows circling above the head, and there are clear clouds and things. It is a unique creation.
...The owner of this voice seems to be called Khenpo Lama?
"Why such a rush?"
"This Commander-in-Chief Wu came here unprepared. The old monk figured out how much I knew. It was a last resort to cut off my wrist for a safe solution. Otherwise, if it affects the foundation of Sidan Temple, the hidden treasures will be lost."
How can those things be used to complete the egg?"
Jiang Wen didn't know what happened, so he could only stop thinking hard for an instant, because he found that as more traces emerged from the whirlpool of memory, he was like a fragile boat that might be overturned by the stormy waves in his mind at any time.
Completely lost my understanding of being a "Gegui".
——[Hanshui Xiangyang City, Pingming]——
"Abbott... why is this so..."
Miao Bao also felt that his eyes were too light. In just a few moments, his whole body's energy seemed to be sucked away by a whirlpool white hole.
"You must first stabilize yourself with the soul-stirring technique and quickly adapt to the situation after being fooled."
Miaobao's mind was filled with images of XZ walking corpses, demon-suppressing maps, Sakya male demons, physical lotuses, human skin thangkas, and Mahakala in the daytime, but the Xuji Feilai Temple was as clean as a blooming flower.
Putting lotus flowers and searching everywhere also brought out any scent of the human world. The small temple was as empty as a tomb of the living dead. There were only other monks. Only Miaobao and Khenpo Lama were not still in the temple.
Breathing alone.
As the sky lighted up at noon, Xu Ji flew into the temple, and the sound of bronze drums, bronze chins, and kabala drums suddenly sounded, mixed with the sound of Dharma conch, Dharma flute, and the sound of Brahma singing all over the sky.
"The change of day and night here has been repeated a hundred and thirty times without realizing it. If Mengge Khan's troops were really pointing directly at him, they would have fought on the city long ago. But in that city, people are only in panic every day.
, but there is no trace of the imminent small battle..."
That's...
The disfigured waiter Yingying smiled and said: "Who taught the prince to love you so much? For you, even the country and the country will be taken care of. If you really want Jizu Mountain, what does it mean to kill those monks?"
Moreover, the scope of the extinguishing Xiaoding behind his eyes did not exceed Moxi Shouyun Danqiang's imagination.
"If one is enough, two will die, and only success means victory! That's what the chieftain means!"
The disfigured valet quietly walked into the room door at this time, and carefully and carefully confirmed that the door latch was broken before handing a thin letter into the hands of Princess Pingxi and bringing down a cup of freshly brewed flower and fruit tea.
"Tonight, there is another bird sleeping without you in that Jizu Mountain..."
When Zen Master Xiaojing retreated into the abbot's Zen room, the outside of the room was so smoky that it was hard to distinguish anything. If he was careful, he would stop coughing. However, Zen Master Xiaojing's reddish eyes were just because of the smoke, and even more so.
Because my heart was bleeding when I looked at the things outside the brazier.
But that was still enough. The naked eye could only vaguely see the chaotic carvings on the wooden sign, and strange traces like crawling appendages. Those traces extended into the door, gradually evolving into faded, malformed blood vessels and
The worm threads wrapped around the umbilical cord, and seemed to be spit out by grotesque insects, spread along the ground on the feet for seven weeks.
Moxi leader Ge Guitao turned around hastily and looked at the flags flying at the top of Xiangyang City. All the clues in his eyes pointed to this place. It seemed that only by reaching this place could the whole mystery be solved.
In the bamboo forest monastery, you can especially hear the sound of chanting sutras through the green window screen, which is crisp and intoxicating.
Moxi Shouyun Dan Qiangxin knows that the concentration of annihilation must be Ahong Biansheng and the Buddha who have practiced the Four Concentrations. Only then can the Bodhisattva exit, and all other paths can enter. And this person, Miaobao, knows what he relies on.
It took a small chance and a small amount of luck to get in. It really surprised me and almost trapped me in a dream that was upside down.
Moxi Shouyun Danqiang's eyes regained clarity, and burst out with a golden light that seemed to be insubstantial, frightening people around him who dared to approach. Then he found himself standing in a familiar and familiar place, wearing a set of coarse cloth clothes that obviously fit well.
The remaining space is just for hiding a short sword under the waist.
Mo Xioshou Yun Danqiang opened his eyes hastily, and was completely aware of the violent palm movement behind his eyes. He stretched out a single finger to block the angry and hateful middle-aged man behind him.
Pointing to the offensive of the initiator, he said: "How wonderful! How wonderful! All sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, and they can achieve it because of their persistence in delusions."?????
Mo Xioshou Yun Danqiang woke up in the complete darkness and was amazed at everything behind him. He also did not expect Ge Gui's appearance behind him.
"It's not done yet. It's just that the firewood gate here is closed. You just knock on the door and leave."
However, there is still no difference between a long break and a temporary break. In the process of practice, the saints of the Eighth Fruition have not yet some subtle worries to be overcome, so they can only temporarily retreat into the cessation of cessation, even if there is no "you" in the samadhi.
"Clinging", but before I come out of samadhi, your grasping mind will still arise again. Abnormal practitioners retreat into annihilation samadhi, which can take as short as eighty-seven days, or as long as several months and a half, and they will always need to wake up.
Dharma King Miao Bao?!!
There is a little sadness in my heart, and there is a mighty look in my heart. I, Ge Guitao, the most powerful person in the world, will definitely be trapped by such a few illusions!
"Yundan" means "wisdom" in Tibetan, and "Xiaoba" means "Maitreya" in Tibetan. From the name of Arhat Dharma King, we can't see the deep hope of Red Hat Dharma King. As long as I have not truly
When you cast off your mortal body and awaken to become the "Arhat Dharma King", that name will be the heaviest shackles.
In order to prevent getting lost in the maze of memory, Miaobao borrowed the knowledge of Dharma King Gegui at this time and relied solely on his own extensive knowledge and knowledge to determine that the other party was not the red hat Dharma King who was different from the white hat Dharma King.
"You asked them to chant sutras all night because you sincerely wanted to pray for the Buddha's mercy and that the bad religion could protect Junior Brother Anren this time. By the way, have you sent the message to the mountain?"
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At that moment, Mo Xishou Yun Danqiang finally got rid of all distractions and entered into a profound vision of wisdom. When the stars in the sky were about to rise, he finally achieved enlightenment.
Even if we only have a brief glimpse of countless refugees fleeing south, they will be deeply engraved in our minds and cannot be erased. Such memories, like maggots in our bones, will be deeply embedded in our thoughts, growing on fear as nourishment.
, until we open our eyes, under the endless sky, there is the figure of the wrathful Mahakala...