Chapter 3: Burning incense to bring luck to Samantabhadra
Lotus flowers surround Manjusri like a dream, and the room is filled with dazzling golden light. As the spiritual power of heaven and earth gathers, it slowly turns into a pearl, slowly rotating behind Manjusri according to the rules.
A mysterious golden mark is outlined on the forehead, the delicate smoke evaporates with the pearl, and a note slowly emerges on the chest.
"Vajra Prajna Sutra"
Manjusri’s self-created exercises practiced in Buddhism in his previous life.
In the future, the practice of practicing Buddhism will collide with the power of Buddha. The practice of practicing Buddhism is found difficult to refute by the saints. It is safest to practice your own skills.
Manjusri's eyes were full of smiles, and he murmured: "I feel it occasionally, this is the best excuse."
The manuscript is full of dust, and there are many stains on the details, as if it has been abandoned for a long time and exudes a rotten atmosphere.
The densely packed strange runes turned into hundreds of exquisite chains, tightly sealing the manuscript. Only the first chapter can be flipped freely, and the subsequent chapters require a breakthrough in realm before the seal can be released to continue reading and practice.
Manjusri gently opened the manuscript, and the two hundred and thirty-six golden Buddhist inscriptions in the first chapter seemed to be injected with life by him. He shook his head and twisted his body, peeling himself off from the manuscript, exuding an auspicious breath and floating in the air.
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Burning Incense!
"The incense burns from the stove, the Dharma Realm is smoked, and all the Buddhas gather in the distance to hear it. Auspicious clouds form everywhere, sincerity spreads, and all Buddhas appear all over the body..."
In the void, the endless river of life is turbulent, and the appearances of thousands of creatures are floating in the river. Two Taoists are sitting by the river of life, practicing. The fat Taoist is holding a colorful glazed sapling and mumbling happily. The thin Taoist next to him is
Then he looked at the long river with a sad face.
Suddenly, the river of life was filled with wind and clouds, and golden lotuses blossomed and merged into the sea. As the man's soft murmur sounded, a two-foot-three-inch long sword floated out of the river, turning into a stream of light and sinking into the ocean of golden lotuses.<
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"Brother, look, the Bodhisattva of Great Wisdom was born in advance!" The fat Taoist said in surprise. He took out a golden lotus seed from his arms and threw it to where the little sword was.
"If we are good, the West will definitely prosper."
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At this time, Manjusri clasped his hands together and recited sutras with a solemn face. As he murmured, dots of golden light filled his skin.
The note turned into an incense burner, and three red incense sticks were inserted into it and burned slowly. The hazy incense steamed up, and two green bamboo sticks stood on Manjusri's head.
Burning incense is an introductory method of spiritual practice. It communicates with heaven and earth to convey one's own ideas. The three incense sticks are transformed by Manjushri's disaster. After burning, they can turn into wealth and luck to fill themselves. The green bamboo standing above the head is the lucky bamboo, which can provide
Manjusri brings treasures and wealth.
However, this kind of skill cannot be used in vain. A large amount of resources are needed to fill the vacancy after each activation, otherwise wealth and luck will be transformed into disaster and will be returned tenfold.
The boundless spiritual power was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was continuously absorbed by Manjusri and hit into the pearl behind his back. For fear of being too slow, he also mobilized the formation of Wutai Mountain to absorb nearby spiritual power to replenish it.
Five days later.
Ka Zhi Zhi~
Many tiny cracks appeared on the floating pearl behind it, like thunder on a rainy night that instantly filled the brilliance's surface.
With the continuous influx of spiritual power, the pearl finally couldn't hold on and exploded into pieces. The smoke evaporated and turned into a small heaven behind Manjusri.
The mysterious anomalies of the heavens rest on Manjusri. The inner heaven and earth really exist and can move on their own. This is the special skill of Western Buddhas.
Ran Deng likes to call it the world, Tathagata likes to call it the Purple Garden, Cihang likes to call it Qiongtai, but more Buddhas like to call it the heavens.
The sky is not very vast. Inside is an endless expanse of grassland. The gentle breeze is full of vibrant green. Countless white flowers are scattered on the grassland, swaying in the breeze.
The plants here are transformed by the spiritual power of Manjusri. As he practices, the heavens will naturally give birth to wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers, thus providing Manjusri with a steady stream of magic power. Ran Deng relies on the Dinghai Divine Pearl to find a new way and give birth to twenty
The four heavens fought for the status of the past Buddhas in Buddhism.
When the practice ends, the tide of spiritual power also dissipates.
The early stage of human immortality.
Manjusri slowly opened his eyes, feeling the warm spiritual power in his body, rubbed his neck with satisfaction, opened the door and walked into the green willow forest.
"Go!"
Manjusri stretched out his finger, and the bronze incense burner immediately flew out of his body and stood in the air, spinning and emitting precious light. Gusts of wind appeared out of thin air in the willow forest, rolling up leaves and mushrooms, and absorbing them all like birds dropping into the forest.
In the incense burner.
Wutai Mountain, full of spring, suddenly became devastated, and the pitted ground looked terrible. Manjusri felt heartache but had no choice but to watch silently as the incense burner swept away most of the resources.
The leader of Tongtian is setting up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and the final war is about to begin. Manjusri is only in the realm of human immortals and is not even cannon fodder. He can only work hard on his luck.
After a long time, the incense burner finally had enough to eat and drink, so it spun around in the air and flew back into Manjusri's body.
Ninety percent of the green willow leaves were eaten, and the mushrooms were also devoured. Fortunately, these natural and earthly treasures have strong vitality, and they have recovered as before in three to five years.
"This calamity, I taught my disciples to use the method of a substitute to resist. Deng Hua died in the Tianjue Formation, which helped me avoid the disaster of physical death and Taoism. However, the cause and effect must be repaid, otherwise it will be difficult to break through in the future.
To the quasi-sage realm.
However, this matter will have to be made up for after Jiang Ziya becomes a god. What he has to do now is to continue practicing and break through to the Golden Immortal realm before he is qualified to travel."
Just when Manjusri was thinking about his way out, a Taoist came down from Mount Wutai.
The Taoist was wearing a green Taoist robe, holding the floating dust in his hand and walking up the mountain road with a smile. Suddenly he looked at the scarred ground and thought a fight had occurred. He quickly activated his spiritual power to summon thousands of auspicious clouds
Just when he was about to rush up Mount Wutai, Manjusri's figure appeared on the top of the mountain and said with a smile on his face.
"Junior Brother Puxian, you are well."
Samantabhadra and Cihang were close friends of Manjusri during his teachings. They were both suppressed by Guangchengzi, and they seemed to stick together to warm each other up. In the future, they joined Buddhism and were conferred the title of Bodhisattva together, and were called the Three Great Masters of Buddhism.
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Although they later parted ways due to interests, Manjusri still remembered the initial friendship clearly.
Samantabhadra took one step forward and came to Manjusri in an instant. After looking up and down for a few times, he asked in confusion.
"Tongzi Baihe said that the Eighth Turn Golden Pill was first sent to Wutai Mountain. Why hasn't Senior Brother taken it yet? The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation in two months is no child's play, but what went wrong in the middle?"
"It's okay." Manjusri said calmly, leading Samantabhadra to the only two big mushrooms left next to him, and sat directly on them.
"Reviewing the past and learning something new, I just want to take this opportunity to sort out my spiritual insights, so those who are more impatient than you should take the golden elixir later."
"As my senior brother said, this kind of thing really cannot be rushed. After Cihang and I recovered with the golden elixir, we felt that our realm was too frivolous and difficult to stabilize. We were trying to think of ways to get rid of the impurities in our mana. Other senior brothers also had this situation. I wanted to find a solution.
Senior Brother, please clarify your doubts, but he and Anji have not been able to retreat until now, so they simply came to chat with you first." Samantabhadra fetched water from the stream next to him and skillfully held up the tea, not noticing Manjusri's strange expression at all. Manjusri narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in his heart.
"No wonder Guangchengzi and Nanji have always had deep foundations. It turns out that they were the only two who took the Nine-Turn Golden Pill. If they can't go into seclusion, they probably haven't refined the majestic spiritual power inside. Although the Eight-turn Golden Pill that we took can restore our cultivation."
Because, but there should be some kind of material missing in it, which makes the medicine not very effective, and the refining speed is also several times faster.