Qingge held the purple sand cup that was as hot as hot lava. Even though the extreme pain poured into her limbs and bones, she didn't even frown and looked at Master Guiyi with cold eyes.
Master Guiyi held a whisk in his hand, smoothed his gray beard, and asked: "Maybe you feel pain?"
Qingge's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips and said, "Yes."
"How much does it hurt?"
"extremely."
"Can you bear it?"
"cannot."
Qingge answered truthfully.
She really couldn't stand this kind of pain. Even before this, she had walked through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and suffered countless hardships. However, there seemed to be a bone-eroding power in the purple sand cup, which began to spread from her palm and gradually eroded away
Her muscles, flesh, and even her decayed soul.
Master Guiyi stood up unhurriedly, walked to the side desk, held a langhao pen in his hand, and lightly wrote a word on the rice paper. When the ink was still wet, he grabbed the rice paper, turned it over, and sang softly.
look.
It is the word "forbearance".
Master Guiyi flicked his fly whisk, and the rice paper actually burst into flames out of thin air, then turned into ashes and disappeared into smoke.
Master Guiyi walked back to Qingge, glanced at the purple sand cup curled up in Qingge's palm, and said with a smile: "Everyone has his own destiny. For example, the king has the purple destiny of the monarch. The one floating above your head.
It is purple luck, and this purple clay pot contains the power of Buddhism. If you can endure the pain for a while, you can increase the luck and luck of your loved ones and loved ones. If you really can't bear it, let go of your hand and put it down.
Bar."
Qingge looked at Master Guiyi intently, his eyes were clear and surprisingly cold, "Master Guiyi, this junior believes in you."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and leveled the purple clay cup.
Her hand seemed to be intact, but the clear and obvious pain was like thousands of sharp silver needles, inserted into her fine pores one by one, and then smashed with a hammer to insert poisonous snakes, insects and ants.
, biting her skin that can be broken by blows.
If Master Guiyi only said that it could increase her luck, she would be able to put down the purple clay cup neatly. However, what Master Guiyi said was that once she could withstand the heat of the purple clay cup, her relatives, lovers, and those who protect her
Her people will be blessed more.
Even if there is little hope, Qing Ge will give it a try.
After half a stick of incense had passed, Qingge's face turned pale, drops of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and the hand holding the purple clay cup began to tremble uncontrollably.
Master Guiyi looked at Qingge carefully and nodded appreciatively. He who created this set of purple clay pots naturally knew how difficult it was. Even an eight-foot man would be frightened that the weak woman in front of him could actually do it.
After resisting for so long, he didn't even hum.
Sweating and trembling are just natural reactions of the body when the pain is extreme.
"Girl, the price of growth is pain, but you know it will hurt, but you still have to go through it without hesitation, because life will not give you a chance to refuse. If you give up because of pain, then you will be eliminated by God." Gui Yi.
The master sighed softly and said.
At the foot of the mountain, the teacher from the private school was walking around the house with a long ruler. Several windows were opened, and the breeze came in. The immature children shook their heads and recited the poem that has been praised through the ages——
“Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deprive his body of action, and his actions will not interfere with his actions. Therefore, tempt his heart and forbearance, and he will benefit what he cannot do.
Constantly passed, and then can be corrected. Trapped in the heart, balanced by worries, and then acted. Signed by color, issued by sound, and then metaphor. When you enter, you will be unable to fight people at home, when you leave, you will be invincible against foreign patients, and the country will perish. Then you will know that it is born from worry.
We share weal and woe and die in happiness."
The sound of books is clear, neat and green.
At this moment, Qingge's hand was shaking faster and faster.
Her lips were dry, her eyes were slightly closed, and even her shoulders began to tremble slightly.
Every piece of flesh and blood in her body seemed to be annihilated in the raging fire. The bone-piercing pain devoured her consciousness, and her sanity was gone.
In order to stay awake, Qingge bit the tip of her tongue, and a drop of blood spread between her lips and teeth. The smell of blood filling her mouth made her crazy and also made her sober.
The pain in the palm of my hand was like a rising tide that lifted all boats, rising to a very high point.
For a moment, there seemed to be fireworks blooming in Qingge's mind, and the fireworks made her go blank.
Qingge discovered that the space in the void realm was a little bigger, and she could fit a finger into it.
And her moon flame seems to be able to release more and stronger power.
After enduring the worst pain, Qing Ge's hands gradually stopped shaking and became more stable.
It wasn't until a long time passed that Qingge Youyou opened her cold eyes and looked at Master Guiyi calmly.
Master Gui Yi made no secret of the admiration in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, opened his palms, and Qingge turned the purple sand cup upside down in his hand. The tea and fragrant tea in the cup had already evaporated when Qingge was in pain.
"Girl, you are a person of great ability." Master Guiyi put down the purple sand cup, took another cup of slightly cold tea, and handed it to Qingge. Seeing that Qingge didn't move, he said: "Don't worry, I really want to treat you this time.
Drink this Nansha tea."
Hearing this, Qing Ge took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.
Miraculously, after drinking this Nansha tea, the soreness in her body that she had experienced after the fire disappeared in an instant. Instead, she felt extremely comfortable and refreshing, as if there were cool and soft spring water washing her soul trapped in the heat.
I have to say that Master Guiyi is an amazing person.
Qingge put down the tea cup and said: "Master, this junior has some doubts. I wonder if it is an honor to be enlightened by the master."
"Please tell me," Master Guiyi said.
Qingge said: "I was lucky enough to get a great spiritual master's book. In that book, I recorded the life-long state of mind of this senior practitioner. My current level is the thirteenth level of innateness. If I want to break through to the spiritual master,
But there is no progress. The book records that if you want to break through as a spiritual master, you must understand and unify. The younger generation has little talent and little knowledge. They think day and night and rack their brains, but they can't figure out the meaning of this unification."
Gui Yi stroked his beard and nodded. He looked at the purple clay pot on the table and then said: "Gui Yi, in Zen Buddhism there is a saying that all dharmas return to one. Where does one return to? And the so-called all dharmas return to one?
It is also that all things belong to one thing, and all things have spirits. Naturally, they are mutually reinforcing and interfering with each other. One is created by all things, and all things have their own creation.”
After a pause, he put down a whisk and continued: "Dharma arises from the mind and is destroyed by the heart. This is the dharma of interdependence. All dharmas arise from the heart. This is why the mind gives rise to all dharmas. This is the empty and false appearance of the mind. This is why all things are dharma."
Dharma has an empty and false appearance, and all dharmas will eventually perish. This annihilation is the destination of all dharmas.
One means annihilation, and returning to unity means sinking into annihilation. The sky is high, the earth is big, monsters, birds, and even glory and wealth seem to be eternal in the universe. Who knows whether they are born from the heart? So.
, we can think of a question, is Zhuang Sheng dreaming of butterflies, or is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Sheng? Both Zhuang Sheng and the butterfly will perish."