Under the Brahma tree, Xiang Que and the old monk looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
Xiang Que didn't know how to speak. When he faced the old monk, it was like a mist had gathered in front of him. He was clearly sitting in front of him, but he couldn't feel any of his breath. He was looking at the moon in the flowers and water in a bit of mist.
meaning.
This must be an eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings. Even if he doesn't have any practice to practice the Buddhist teachings, people can't help but feel a sense of respect for him.
Buddhism and Taoism are different. There are two types of people in Buddhism, one who specializes in Buddhism and one who focuses on cultivation. The former is to save all sentient beings, promote Buddhism, inherit Buddhist teachings and continue the culture of the Buddhist world, while the latter practices the same techniques as Taoism.
Dharma, just like the old monk of Xuankong Temple, his cultivation is quite powerful.
Xiang Que felt that the monk in front of him should belong to the former group. His Buddhist power was absolutely astonishing. He was a true enlightened Buddhist. After his death, he would definitely be transformed into a relic, or he might be enshrined in a golden body.
Only the top management can enjoy this kind of treatment.
"Master, why did you let me in?" Xiang Que couldn't bear the gaze, so he couldn't help but speak first.
"Because you should come," the old monk replied.
Xiang Que sighed secretly in his heart, feeling quite helpless. He was most tired of talking to such an old monk with superb Buddhist teachings, because when the other person spoke, he would use Zen words like "Where did you come from and where are you going?"
It hurts.
This point comes from an old Taoist. He said that the bald donkey in Xuankong Temple was so tired of talking when he didn't practice closed-mouth meditation. He wanted to knock the bald donkey's head off more than once because of his temperament.
"Why should I come?" Xiang Que asked.
The old monk glanced at him without saying a word. Xiang Que understood that it was because he should come.
"Bald Donkey, you will get scolded for talking like this," Xiang Que muttered in his mind, and then asked: "Then what's the point of my coming here? Or what do I want to do, or what will I get?"
"Do what you should do, and you will get what you want." The old monk said the Zen words very smoothly, and he opened his mouth. The corners of Xiang Que's mouth twitched, "Fuck, can I hold my breath now and suffocate myself to death?"
Can I stop fucking talking to you?
"When the Buddha was eighty years old, he took a bath in the Hiraniyedi River, then walked ashore to the Sara trees, spread grass and leaves between the two larger Sara trees, and placed the Sangha
Lay it on the top, then face north and west, rest your head on your right hand, and lie on the right side on the Sangha. Finally, you will reach Nirvana and ascend to heaven." The old monk then said to himself: "Do you know why Buddha passed Nirvana under the Salha tree?
What?"
The old monk kept silent, but as soon as he spoke, he came up with an allusion to Buddhism. Who would know this unless he specializes in studying Buddhism?
If you ask me why the Buddha ascended to heaven, can I tell you that it was because Sakyamuni was already old enough to die at that time? Eighty years old. In ancient times, people who were eighty years old were already extremely long-lived. It was normal for him to die.
Xiang Que shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"You should be enlightened while you are here." After the old monk said this, he stopped talking, put his hands between his legs, and meditated with his eyes closed.
Xiang Que's eyes are about to pop out of his head. You want me to realize it here? The latest chapter nf0h
I have a basket of enlightenment. The Buddha died under the Paro tree, so how can he allow me to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven under the tree?
Xiang Que rolled his eyes and looked up at the Salo tree.
This tree has a tall and upright trunk, and it looks very spectacular when viewed from the bottom up.
In fact, he also understood that there must be a reason for the old monk to ask him to enlighten, but Xiang Que didn't grasp the key point and didn't know how to enlighten.
More than half an hour passed, and Xiang Que was still sitting stupidly, looking up, opening his mouth and blinking, looking very cute.
An hour later, he still raised his head and did not lower it because his neck was completely stiff and he could not turn around.
I don't know how long I sat there, but Xiang Que's consciousness seemed to be gradually getting blurry.
At this time, the Chakravartin picture on his back was a little restless again, and it was extremely itchy, as if there were countless bugs crawling on that area, and they seemed to be crawling out of the flesh.
"Hiss..." Xiang Que took a breath, and he couldn't hold it any longer. Even sitting down felt very uncomfortable.
"Wow!" At this time, a breeze suddenly blew, and the leaves of the Brahma trees swayed gently with the wind.
But the Brahma tree in Xiang Que's eyes suddenly became a little blurry and atomized, and everything in front of him was like this.
Suddenly, a burst of Buddha's voice quietly sounded from Xiang Que's body, which was the Ten Palaces of Yama's Prison Sutra.
The Prison Suppression Sutra and the Brahma Tree both come from India, and were taken from the West by two eminent monks. In the final analysis, they are from the same source.
As the Sutra of Suppression of Prison was resounded, the Brahma tree gradually began to become clearer in front of Xiang Que's eyes.
When the leaves sway, Brahma flowers begin to grow on the branches. The flowers are like towers and candlesticks. When the flowers bloom, the leaves like palms hold up the pagoda, and they look like candlesticks for worship. The treasure is solemn.
The Buddha's sound accompanies the flowers blooming, then falling, until they wither, giving the illusion that life lasts only a blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Xiang Que fell to the ground in pain. The pain in his back was extremely severe. The image of the Wheel-turning King in the Ten Palaces of Yama was especially unbearable for him. His skin seemed to be exploded.
Xiang Que painfully stretched out his right hand and touched the lower left corner of his back. He rubbed his skin and suddenly felt that the flesh was bulging out, and the edges and corners were very obvious.
"Bora flowers are blooming," the old monk suddenly said.
If someone opens Xiang Que's clothes at this time, he will find that in the lower left part of his back, the Brahma tree branch in the hand of Chakravartin is actually embossed. It is very lifelike and lifelike, and the color of the whole picture of Yama becomes brighter than other colors.
Some pictures are a little darker.
To put it simply, it is as if this picture has been activated.
Xiang Que was astonished. He remembered that when he was ten years old and had tattooed ten pictures of Yama's Prison Suppression in the Ten Palaces all over his body, the old Taoist had once told him something.
"After the tattoo of the Ten Palaces of Yamas, it only gives you a means to control the Yamas through the medium of the Prison-Suppressing Sutra. However, in fact, the Prison-Suppressing Sutra and the Yamas do not complement each other. If you want to completely control the Yamas, you still need to
An opportunity, every picture needs an opportunity, this cannot be forced."
At that time, Xiang Que asked in confusion: "What if I could completely control these ten pictures?"
"I have no idea"
"Why?"
"You seem to be a bit of a tiger, because I don't know anyone who has controlled all ten Yama pictures. If you have the chance, go and taste it yourself, and don't ask me such idiotic questions."
Xiang Que put his hands together and said respectfully to the old monk in front of him: "Thank you, Master."
The old monk recited Amitabha and then said: "What's yours is yours. Buddha... also talks about fate."