Chapter 1094 Master Kumarajiva Yama Genius Is My Buddhist
Chapter 1094 Master Kumarajiva and Genius Yama are the foundation of my Buddhism
While Kong Qingzheng was drawing a lottery and upgrading the things he drew out at the spring goddess, in the Huayan Temple at Taibai Peak in Zhongnan Mountain, the great monk Du Shun, who had not yet received the title of 'Emperor's Heart', was sitting alone.
In the back hall of Huayan Temple, looking at a ten-thousand-character pendant placed in front of him, his wrinkled face showed deep fatigue.
"well……"
Monk Du Shun stretched out his hand to pick up the 10,000-character pendant in front of him, and let out a long sigh. The expression on his face looked uncertain under the flickering lights.
"It turns out that old monks are not exempt from the secular world...time is also destiny, so what can I say!"
Following the words, Monk Dushun raised his hand, circulated the Qi on his fingertips, and gently tapped dozens of times on the swastika pendant in front of him. The intensity and frequency of the Qi injected each time were different.
different.
After doing all this, Monk Dushun put the swastika pendant back in front of him, then lowered his eyes, turned the rosary beads in his hand, and began to wait patiently as if he was in trance.
Almost a quarter of an hour later, the swastika pendant flashed slightly and lit up with a subtle light.
If Kong Qing was present at this time and used identification skills to see this token from Ye Motian, he would have found that the original status of 'sealed' on the token had been changed when the swastika pendant illuminated again.
Lifted.
"Namo Dafang Guangfo!"
After the seal of Ye Motian's token was lifted, Monk Dushun did not immediately pick up the token and reactivate it. Instead, he turned the rosary in his hand again and waited patiently for more than a minute.
, then he stretched out his hand, tapped lightly on the ten thousand character pendant in front of him, and injected his pure Buddhist energy directly into the token.
Whoosh!
With the injection of true energy, the swastika pendant suddenly flashed with dazzling light, and then the light gradually overflowed, wrapping the entire body of the great monk Du Shun. Just after the light reached the peak, with a soft sound, the original
Monk Dushun, who was still sitting indoors, took out the swastika pendant in front of him and disappeared in the light at the same time.
…
The next moment, a flash of light burst out from a floating island somewhere in the secret realm of Kunshan Mountain in the wilderness, and then the great monk Du Shun, holding a swastika pendant, calmly walked out of the light.
"Fashun!"
Then, Monk Dushun heard a gentle voice coming from his ear.
"How is it? How is the situation outside now?"
"Namo Dafang Guangfo!"
After hearing the words, Monk Dushun clasped his hands together and bowed calmly to a curly-haired monk sitting under a Bodhi tree not far in front of him.
"To be honest, Master Kumarajiva, the situation in the outside world is very bad now... According to what the poor monk asked people to inquire from the Taishi Bureau, we can know that under the attacks of the immortal capitals of various great sects, the secret realms of our Buddhist sect have been destroyed one after another.
If you fail, it can be said to be a heavy loss!
Just two days ago, the old monk learned from the initiation monk of the Fahua Sect that the secret realm of Tiantai, which was originally controlled by the Fahua Sect, had also fallen, and the number of practicing monks who could escape from the Tiantai was less than a handful...
…”
"Namo World Honored Tathagata!"
After hearing what Monk Dushun said, the curly-haired monk Kumarajiva in front of him immediately put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name with a serious look on his face.
"The old monk was still wondering why Fashun came in with the token of initiation given by the old monk. Did it turn out that the Fahua Sect also suffered such a fate? Alas! This is really a catastrophe for Buddhism..."
Having said this, the curly-haired monk sighed heavily and continued.
"Fashun, didn't you say last time that people from Daoist Immortal Capital might have targeted Huayan Temple and asked us to temporarily close Yemotian? I wonder what the situation is now?"
"Thank you, Master Kumarajiva, for your inquiry!"
After hearing what the curly-haired monk said, Monk Dushun first bowed slightly to thank him, and then continued to speak calmly.
"After all, the poor monk has a different origin from others. In addition, the nephew Du Ruhui, the middle son of the clan, is also a new noble in this dynasty. Even the Taoist Immortal Capital has to give some face to my Jingzhao Du clan, so after the poor monk sent Junior Brother Jizang to Yemotian
, the Dao Sect Immortals who came back did not find any clues, so they had no choice but to retreat."
"Just retreat!"
After hearing what Monk Dushun said, the curly-haired monk nodded immediately, with a happy smile on his face.
"This time our Buddhist sect suffered a great calamity. Many branches of Buddhism suffered misfortunes one after another. Only the Huayan, Lotus and Zen sects were saved. It seems that the great success of our Buddhist sect in the future will still fall on you."
"If you can contribute to the great development of our Buddhist sect, I will naturally have no shirk in my duty!"
As soon as the curly-haired Monk Hu finished speaking, Monk Du Shun had already clasped his hands and said with a respectful expression.
"But the true foundation of our Buddhism is not with us. Even the poor monk and I, Huayan, were killed by the Taoist sect. But as long as Ye Motian and the masters are still there, sooner or later our Buddhism will be able to flourish in the world again."
"hehe!"
After hearing what Monk Dushun said, the curly-haired monk suddenly let out a few laughs of unknown meaning.
"In the eyes of others, we are just a bunch of people hiding in a secret realm and lingering on their last breath. I didn't expect you, Fashun, to think so highly of us!"
"A poor monk never tells lies..."
Monk Du Shun clasped his hands together and said calmly as before.
"With Ye Motian and all the masters here, the classics and inheritance of our Buddhism are there, and these classics and inheritance are the true foundation of our Buddhism. As long as they are there, our Buddhism will be able to survive even if it encounters the predicament when the Wuzong destroyed Buddhism in the past.
It will be revived soon."
"Haha! Fashun, you are indeed a Buddhist wise man, and what you said won my heart..."
After hearing what Monk Du Shun said, the curly-haired Monk immediately nodded with a smile on his face.
"This time Buddhism suffered a catastrophe, and the secret realms of various sects were attacked by the Taoist celestial capital. There were many people in my Yemotian who clamored for me to come forward to assist the other sects in resisting the Taoist invasion, but the old monk has never been so
The reason for doing this is to follow what you said..."
As he spoke, the curly-haired Monk Hu calmly stood up from under the tree, waved to Monk Du Shun, then turned around and looked at the dozens of floating islands suspended in the void in the distance, as well as from the floating islands.
The faint Zen singing coming from the island.
"..."
Monk Du Shun clasped his hands together and walked to stand behind the curly-haired Monk Hu with a calm expression without saying a word.
"As you said, Fashun, even if the other sects are wiped out, as long as the Buddhist scriptures and inheritance of Ye Motian are still there, after the time has changed, Buddhism will naturally have a chance to revive. But if it is because of assistance,
If other sects cause my Ye Mo Tian to suffer calamity, then my Buddhism may never have a chance to revive again!"
Having said this, the curly-haired Monk's face was filled with sadness. He looked at the floating island in the distance and paused for a moment, then turned around and spoke gently to Monk Dushun.
"By the way, Fashun, you must have come to Yemotian because of Jizang's affairs. You don't have to worry about this. The old monk has found a suitable cauldron for him. Jizang will be reborn in a few days, although his strength will definitely be higher."
There is some damage, but there should be no other problems.”
After hearing the curly-haired monk's words, Monk Dushun immediately put on a grateful look on his face. At the same time, he clasped his hands and bowed to the curly-haired monk.
"Thank you so much, Master Kumarajiva!"
"They are all from the same lineage of Buddhism, as it should be!"
The curly-haired Monk Hu smiled and nodded, and then looked at Monk Du Shun with a pleased expression.
"Fashun, since you are so concerned about Monk Ji Zang, how about you stay with me, Ye Mo Tian, before he is resurrected?"
"The poor monk has longed for Ye Motian..."
After hearing the words of the curly-haired monk, Monk Dushun's eyes instantly flashed with an eager light.
"If I could stay for a few days in this holy land of Buddha, it would be a life-long comfort!"
"Ha ha……"
Seeing Monk Dushun's answer, the curly-haired Monk suddenly laughed happily.
"Fashun, you are too flattering. In fact, apart from the beautiful scenery, the spiritual energy in Yemotian is not sufficient. I believe you have also felt it, Fashun. The spiritual energy here is far different from that of the rooftop secret realm...
"
"The poor monk indeed felt it..."
Although the curly-haired Monk Hu said this, Monk Dushun still answered respectfully.
"However, Ye Motian was the first Buddhist secret realm created by the two masters Shimo Teng and Zhu Falan. At that time, the two masters were not very familiar with the methods of creating secret realms, so it is not surprising that Ye Motian's aura is not as good as other secret realms!
"
"Ha ha!"
Regarding Monk Du Shun's explanation, the curly-haired monk suddenly laughed out loud.
"Fashun, you are really a wise man in Buddhism. I believe Zhu Falan and Shimoteng will be very happy to hear your explanation..."
While talking, the curly-haired monk was already walking along the road of this floating island towards the center of the secret realm.
"You come with the old monk first and let him arrange a place for you. Monk Jizang will be reborn in these few days!"
"yes!"
In response to the curly-haired Hu Monk's words, Monk Dushun still put his hands together respectfully and bent down to salute.