Feng Yi didn't speak, the sounds from the ground disappeared, the surroundings were silent, and the whole world seemed to be frozen.
But Feng Yi knew that this was the calm before the storm.
Boom!
First there was a weak sound, and the ground trembled, and then the movement became louder and louder. Several deep ravines opened with the cellar as the center. Other buildings in Guangyuan Temple collapsed amidst the violent shaking, and broken walls were everywhere.
There are ruins and dust everywhere, as if the end of the world is coming.
When the entire Guangyuan Temple sank into the ground, a huge Buddha statue slowly rose from the ground with an earth-shattering noise.
This Buddha statue has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, is tall and has a Buddha light behind its head. It holds a gold and tin staff in its left hand and a wish-fulfilling orb in its right hand.
There is a poem that says: The pearl shines through the road to heaven, and the gold and tin shake open the gate of hell. These are these two supreme magic weapons.
Under the seat of the Buddha statue are lotus flowers, with auspicious clouds surrounding it.
In the past, Ksitigarbha Ghost King was extremely frightened just by carrying a Buddha's light. This person in front of him is the inner demon of Ksitigarbha. It can be said to be the incarnation of Ksitigarbha. Just this awe-inspiring aura can make people's legs weak, and they can hardly bear it.
Kneel down and repent of your life.
Feng's lips were tightly closed, and the breath in his body was rolling wildly, going deep outside his body, lingering around him, resisting this invisible threat.
Whoosh!
Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha opened his eyes with his eyes closed. Feng Yi couldn't dodge and was directly attracted by the opponent's eyes that exuded thousands of brilliance. In an instant, his whole body stiffened and he was completely lost.
He seems to be traveling back and forth in different worlds. There are scenes of the ancient times when the heaven and earth first opened, there are scenes of the gods pressing into the realm to resist the gods with their own strength, there are scenes of him being stabbed through the heart by a paper stick and turning into a zombie, there are scenes of Uncle Nine
The process of leading him to slay demons includes the memories of him and Ren Tingting, the horror of the brutality of the invaders in the land of China, the pride of the country's prosperity step by step, and the bustling traffic of the real world...
There is a faint voice in my ears saying, you are too tired, give up all this and go back to those unrestrained years.
Feng Yi nodded numbly and gave up resistance completely.
Just when his body lost control and fell from a high altitude, the golden elixir in his Dantian seemed to be burned by fire. He only felt a stinging pain all over his body, and his whole body regained clarity. After he completely woke up, he quickly adjusted his breath and regained consciousness.
After taking off in the air, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
If it hadn't been for Jin Dan's warning just now, this young and newly promoted Celestial Master would have been shattered to pieces.
"In addition to creating illusions and affecting other people's minds, don't you have any other abilities?"
Being attacked by the same move for the second time and almost falling, Feng Yi snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I am the obsession of Ksitigarbha, and what I am best at is naturally sensing my true heart. Why not?"
Ksitigarbha's inner demon smiled slightly: "Young man, your heart is very confused, and your memories are even more complicated. You are like a traveler traveling through different time and space. You do not belong to this world, right?"
Feng Yi, who had suffered a loss, gritted his teeth and ignored the other party's words.
"Maybe this is a dream, maybe this is just your inner demon, maybe this is an illusory world created by different universes in your mind... Why are you so persistent?"
The inner demon shook his head and said: "There are no clear boundaries between the three realms and the six paths. Life and death just exist in this world in another form.
The creatures here turn into ghosts, and the ghosts in the underworld return to the world. There is no difference, so why do you have to stop me again and again?"
Feng Yi sneered: "As expected of the inner demon, his ability to confuse people's hearts is really powerful.
Since you have said that there is no difference in all things, why do you have the obsession to become a Buddha immediately?
Bodhisattva is a title, and Buddha is just another title. You can't even understand this yourself, and you have inner demons, and you still try to convince others?
Let me tell you, your behavior is considered ‘brainwashing’, but it is a low-level brainwashing, not as good as some pyramid schemes.”
"This is the ignorant side of you."
The inner demon said calmly: "Buddha is wisdom and awareness, wisdom is body, and awareness is function.
There are three types of wisdom, all wisdom, Tao wisdom, and all kinds of wisdom. All things are empty is all wisdom, all things are present is Tao wisdom, and managing things without hindrance is all kinds of wisdom, so Buddha is wisdom;
There are three types of awakening, one is self-consciousness, the other is awakening others, and the other is perfect awakening practice. After oneself awakens and helps others to awaken, that is awakening others. Arhat is self-consciousness, Bodhisattva is awakening others, and Buddha is perfect awakening practice.
You see, after becoming a Buddha, everything will be fine, you can save all sentient beings, and you can also achieve perfection.
So, my heart is sincere, and everything I do is to help sentient beings solve their problems, so that they can be worry-free and live a perfect life. What's wrong with that?"
Feng Yi showed a sarcastic smile and said: "So you brainwash yourself first and then brainwash others!
You said it yourself until hell is empty, and you will never become a Buddha. At that time, you did have great ambitions and great aspirations, and you deserve respect.
However, it is unwise to do something when you know it cannot be done; it is unknowing to have evil obstacles in your heart after you cannot do it. If you are neither wise nor aware, how can you have the face to become a Buddha!
Taking the so-called righteousness and disregarding the life and death of the common people, in fact, it is just to satisfy one's own selfish desires!
You were already so utilitarian before you became a Buddha, but after you become a Buddha, you will be a disaster for everyone!"
"It seems that you, a mediocre person, can't guess my good intentions. That's all. I'll give you a ride. I hope you can reach bliss soon and don't be so stubborn again."
After speaking, Ksitigarbha's eyes widened, and countless lights and shadows flowed inside. Blue sky and white clouds, mountains and rivers, all living things, vicissitudes of life, the way he came and the shadows he returned... all passed through his eyes one by one.
Feng Yi was floating in the air, neither sad nor happy, neither dodge nor evade, and faced the demon in his eyes. When the light and shadow penetrated his body, he completely turned into clouds and smoke, floating in the air, as if he had never appeared before.
The inner demon sighed: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. It is born without anything, so how can it cause dust.
You don’t belong here, you’d better go back to where you belong.”
But in an instant, the originally calm expression of the inner demon suddenly changed drastically, and he said in an unbelievable voice: "How is that possible!"
Feng Yi, who was supposed to disappear, actually came back and appeared in front of him again.
Feng Yi raised the corner of his mouth and said slowly: "How is it? Isn't it surprising?"
"You, how did you escape!"
The inner demon trembled.
"Oh, otherwise I'd say you're worthless. You've tried the same tricks so many times and I'm tired of you not bothering me."
Feng Yi shook his head with a disappointed look on his face and said: "Brother, if you have any other tricks, just use them. It's boring to play like this."
[Author's digression]: I am not good at writing, so I can only write like this. It took me three hours... I am pitiful and helpless.
