Under the Brahma tree, Xiang Que and the old monk looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
Xiang Que didn't know how to speak. When he faced this old monk, he was like a cloud of fog condensed in front of him. He was sitting in front of him, but he couldn't feel any breath from the other party. He looked at the flowers and the moon in the water.
Meaning.
This must be a monk who has profound Buddhist teachings. Even if he does not have any cultivation, his exquisite Buddhist teachings can't help but feel respect.
Buddhism is different from Taoist sects. There are two types of people in Buddhism. One is dedicated to practicing Buddhism and the other is focused on cultivation. The former is to save all sentient beings and promote Buddhism and inherit Buddhist teachings and continue the Buddhist world culture. The latter is the same as Taoist sect and practice the same technique.
Dharma, such as the old monk in Hanging Temple, has a very strong cultivation level.
Xiang Que felt that the monk in front of him should belong to the former, and his Buddha power was absolutely amazing. He was a true Buddhist enlightened person. After his death, he would definitely turn into relics, or may be worshipped by a gold-shaped body.
Only high-level officials who have attained enlightenment can receive this treatment.
"Master, why did you let me in?" Xiangque couldn't stand this kind of eyes facing each other, and couldn't help but speak first.
"Because you should come," the old monk replied.
Xiang Que sighed quietly in his heart, very helpless. He was most annoyed to talk to this old monk with superb Buddhism, because when the other party spoke, it was a Zen saying similar to where you came from and where you were going. Listen to the ears
It hurts all the time.
This comes from the old Taoist, who said that the bald donkey in the Hangkong Temple was so tiring when he was not practicing meditation. With his temperament, he wanted to knock the bald donkey's head more than once.
"Why should I come?" Xiang Que asked.
The old monk looked at him without saying a word. Xiang Que understood that it was because he should have come.
"Bald donkey, you will be scolded when you speak like this." Xiang Que muttered in his heart, and then asked: "Then what is the point of coming? Or do you want to do something or get something?"
"Do what you should do, you will get what you will get." The old monk said in a very simple way, and he opened his mouth and twitched straight toward the corner of his mouth. Damn, can I hold my breath and suffocate myself to death?
Can I not talk to you?
"When the Buddha was eighty years old, he took a bath in the Hiraniyed River, then went ashore to the Sala forest, laying grass and leaves between the two larger Sala trees, and putting monks in the middle of the Sala trees.
Spread it on it, then head to the north, face west, head rests on the right hand, lie on the monk on the right side, and finally Nirvana ascends to heaven." The old monk said at this time, "Do you know why the Buddha was nirvana under the Bharat tree.
Is it?"
If the old monk didn't speak, he would make up the allusion of Buddhist aspirations as soon as he said it. Who would have known this if he hadn't studied Buddhism specifically?
If you ask me why the Buddha ascended to heaven, can I tell you that it was because Shakyamuni was dying at that time? Eighty, people in ancient times had already lived a very long life, and it was normal to die.
Xiang Que shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"You are here, let's understand it." The old monk stopped speaking after he said that, put his hands between his legs, and closed his eyes and meditated.
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I realized the basket. The Buddha was enlightened to death under the Brahma tree. Why did I let the goddamn enlightenment be ascended to heaven under the tree?
Xiang Que rolled his eyes and looked up at the Brahma Tree.
This tree has a tall and tall trunk that stands upright, and it will feel very spectacular when you look from bottom to top.
In fact, he also understood that the old monk would make him understand, but Xiang Que failed to grasp any key points and did not know that Wu had come from the future.
More than half an hour passed, Xiang Que was still sitting stupidly, looking up, blinking with his mouth open, and very cute.
An hour later, he still raised his head and did not lower his head because his neck was completely stiff and could not turn.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting, but Xiangque’s mind seems to gradually become blurred.
At this time, the King of the Wheel on his back was a little restless again, and itchy, as if there were countless bugs crawling in that piece, and it was about to drill out of the flesh.
"Hiss..." Xiangque took a breath, and he couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he sat down, he felt very uncomfortable.
"Crazy" At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew, and the branches and leaves of the Bharat tree were shaking gently with the wind.
The Brahma tree in Xiangque's eyes suddenly became a little blurred and fogged, and everything in front of him was like this.
Suddenly, a sound of Buddha sounded quietly from Xiangque's body, which was the Ten Palaces of Yama Prison Sentence.
The Prison Skill and the Brahma Tree both come from India. Both were obtained by the eminent monks from the West, and ultimately they are of the same origin.
As the prison guard resounded, the Brahma tree gradually became clearer in front of Xiangque's eyes.
When the leaves sway, Brahma flowers begin to emerge on the branches. The flowers are like towers and like candlesticks. When the flowers bloom, the leaves like palms hold up the pagoda, and like candlesticks enshrined, with a solemn appearance.
The sound of Buddha blooms with flowers, and then falls until they wither, and there is an illusion that life is only in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, Xiangque fell to the ground in pain, with great pain behind him. The look of the Wheel King in the Ten Palaces of Yama Map was particularly unbearable, and his skin seemed to be about to be blown open.
Xiang Kei stretched out his right hand in pain and touched the lower left corner of his back. He rubbed his skin and suddenly felt that the flesh was bulging out, with edges and corners very obvious.
"The Brahma flowers are blooming," the old monk suddenly spoke.
If someone lifted Xiang Que's clothes at this time, he would find that the Brahma branch in the hand of the Wheel King was printed out in the lower left part of his back, which was lifelike and realistic, and the color of the whole Yan Luo picture became more than other
Several pictures are a little deeper.
To put it simply, it seems like this picture has been activated.
Xiang Que was stunned. When he heard that when he was ten years old, he had a picture of the ten palaces of the Yan Luo prison on his body, the old Taoist once explained something to him.
"After the ten palaces of Yama's pattern thorn, it was only given a means to use the Prison Shrine as a medium to control the Yama Picture. However, in fact, the Prison Shrine and the Yama Picture do not complement each other. If you want to completely control the Yama Picture, you still need to
An opportunity, every picture requires an opportunity, which cannot be forced.”
Xiang Que asked ignorantly at that time: "What if I could completely control these ten pictures?"
"I have no idea"
"Why?"
"You seem a little tiger, because I don't know who has controlled all the ten pictures of the Yama. If you have the chance, you can taste it yourself. Don't ask me such an idiotic question."
Xiangque clasped his hands together and said respectfully to the old monk in front of him: "Thank you for your accomplishment"
The old monk chanted Amitabha and said, "It's yours and it's yours, and the Buddha... also talks about fate."