Chapter 37 The Umbrella Cover Protects the Treasure Light Hidden
The umbrella cover is originally used to block rain. In the secular world, it is made of cloth, silk, and reed. It is often used by nobles and nobles to block the sun. In the West, it symbolizes the protection of the Buddha.
Tathagata Buddha said that in times of suffering, the Buddha's compassion is like an umbrella, standing above your head to protect you from disasters.
The ancient Buddha said that when the storm is coming, the umbrella canopy protects the body. The Buddha fights for the final shelter for all living beings in the bloody heaven and earth.
Dingguang Huanxi said that there are countless wonderful methods in the West, and the umbrella canopy is pure and flawless. It is the guidance of the Buddha that envelopes the heart and frees it from the troubles of the mortal world.
Fighting over the Buddha said, this is all bullshit.
The umbrella cover has no handle and floats above the head like a hat hat, blooming with solemn brilliance.
According to the inner understanding of Buddha, the umbrellas created are mainly divided into six categories.
The umbrella cover on Manjusri's head has pure and flawless breath and is extremely transparent. It should be an open cover specially used to protect the soul.
Sure enough, a clear and sharp breath gradually rushed out, and the delicate umbrella cover flew out from the auspicious clouds, with the ribs covered with emerald green beads.
Those fluttering dragonflies landed on the umbrella like swallows jumping into the forest, turning into emerald green Buddhist inscriptions full of spring.
After the umbrella cover flew twice in the air, it landed on the head of the little novice monk, turning gently, and the pearl green text above it shone dazzlingly.
The little novice monk stretched out his hand curiously and gently touched the unexpected umbrella cover. After a long time, he recovered his mind and continued to recite the sutra.
However, now the incense-burning chapter and the body-protecting chapter are interchanged.
At the same time, a thin veil appeared on Manjusri's soul.
This layer of gauze looks as light as mist, but is actually very tough, like the shed skin of a jellyfish, dripping with sticky juice.
This is the function of the umbrella, protecting the soul from being persecuted by cursed poison.
"The Golden Prajna Sutra" broke through to the realm of earthly immortals, and his appetite increased dramatically. After Manjusri took out a large amount of blue and white crabs to feed the novices and Xuanwu, he threw the turtle shells to the group of sorrowful toads.
The cold night gradually fades away, and the bright sun rises from the east.
Mountains, rivers, forests and valleys are shrouded in the selfless sunshine, blooming with vitality.
The bugs that went out to look for food at night ran back to the cave in panic for fear of being exposed to the sun.
The spirits got up sleepily, breathing purple energy toward the rising sun to temper their meridians.
Manjusri was leaning by the pool, with penetrating eyes, making plans for what he would do next.
The first thing to bear the brunt must be the gentle chance of the Japanese travel god.
A new world is slowly forming in Hutian's body, which means that conquering the initial sea of flowers is just a stepping stone to obtain a chance inheritance.
Not surprisingly, there will definitely be other inheritances later, which will turn into different worlds as tests, waiting for you to slowly discover them.
The birth of a new world is extremely slow, especially when Hu Tian is already old. The fragmentation and recombination of space are even more difficult. It is estimated that it will take at least thirty or forty days to take shape.
In addition, there is also this sparsely flowered water cypress branch in my hand.
During the Battle of Penglai, the Demon King used the Chaos Bell to immobilize the space. In full view of everyone, he powerfully tore apart the Yun Teng Ru Yang Formation, massacred thousands of immortals in the East China Sea, and destroyed the tens of thousands of years of hard work of the Eastern Prince into dust.
Taiyi's domineering cruelty frightened all the creatures in the ancient world. After the Battle of Penglai, all the creatures in the ancient world surrendered one after another, fearing that they would stand up too late and be ruthlessly wiped out like the Eastern Prince.
The three fairy islands are all top-level dojos with rich resources and strong spiritual power. In this sudden catastrophe, most of them were burned by the true fire of the sun.
Penglai, as the base camp of the prehistoric male immortals, has long been built by Dongwanggong to be impregnable. In addition, it is the land of Tao Ancestor, so it can naturally survive the ravages of the sun unharmed.
But the remaining two fairy islands did not have such a good ending.
Ninety percent of their spiritual essences were burned by the flames. The spiritual plants and beasts on the island suffered numerous casualties. When they were about to shatter and fall into the East China Sea, they automatically sank into the void and hid their traces.
There is a spirit in the fairy island, and it places its last vitality on time.
Time is the enemy of all things, and it is also the best medicine for healing.
Manjusri knew so clearly because of Shariputra.
In the previous life, Shari Buddha saved all sentient beings, felt the pain of time, and finally encountered the abbot's fairy island on the top of Nanshan Mountain.
In the abbot's fairy island, there are several spiritual beasts that have eaten the leaves of the cypress branches.
"According to the Buddha's soul search results, the sparse water cypress branches are indeed on the Yingzhou Fairy Island. They were originally given by the Frangipani Fairy as a token of love to the Taoist couple. After the Taoist ancestor made Prince Dong the first of the male immortals, her Taoism
Using this spiritual root as a stepping stone, he became one of the oldest senior executives in Penglai.
However, the West has tried its best to find Yingzhou Fairy Island. Compared with the previous life, I only have more media in my hands, but there are too many changes inside.
The Abbot's Fairy Island has reappeared, and the birds are still singing and the flowers are fragrant. This is the result of the living water scattered on the island.
If the living water of Penglai Immortal Island is burned away by the true fire of the sun, even if the true body of Saint Zhunti is on it, I am afraid it will become a withered tree trunk."
Manjusri put the matter of sparing flowers, water and cypress branches aside, and prepared to make further plans in the realm of true immortals.
Big things should be dealt with later, but there are also many small things.
The resource field in the cold wave bottle is gradually growing. With the assistance of the ten thousand poisonous hippopotamus, the growth rate of the herd will increase a lot.
However, the green willow forest turned into branches and was nurtured by the Three Light Divine Water day and night. It could not provide as many leaves as before, so the cooperation between Manjusri and Bei Minghai could only be put on hold temporarily.
Beiming is full of vast oceans, and the most indispensable thing is the aquatic beast herd. In the future, the output of the cold wave bottle needs to find a new buyer.
Cultivation is not about reckless fighting, but more about being human and worldly.
Trade is an essential link.
Only by exchanging resources with each other can we improve our realm faster.
Just like Manjusri, if you want to continue to cultivate the cold wave bottle, you need a large number of water channel beasts to improve your foundation, and the natural materials and earth treasures of the earth channel and stone channel to build an island on the sea, to restore the strength of the physical body, you need the two earth and wood treasures such as Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng to stimulate the birth.
The essence of flesh and blood, to enhance the enlightenment of the great road, requires all kinds of strange water.
There are so many resources that it's dazzling. If he collects them by himself, it would be like running to death.
Only replacing resources is the easiest and most convenient path.
Manjusri carefully cultivates the cold wave bottle. After the number of beasts inside increases several times, it can be replaced with the creatures in need in exchange for the required treasures and resources.
Step by step, that’s what I mean.
Qingyun's golden lamp rotates slowly in the body, being wrapped in Manjusri's flesh and blood energy and being slowly refined. This is a hard work, so don't rush it.
"You can practice the exercises on your own, the hippopotamus takes care of the world, and Chishui has entrusted you with it decades or even hundreds of years later. It seems that I have nothing to do now."
Manjusri smiled bitterly and touched his nose, and simply sat under the locust tree, patiently waiting for the saint's summons.
Gulu~
At this moment, a plum suddenly rolled out of his sleeve.
The plums were purple-black, huge, and exuded a rich fruity aroma. After Manjusri picked them up, they turned the plums in circles in the palm of their hands and turned into fresh and juicy ripe peaches.