From the moment Gu Hai arrived at the central square of Tianyin City, he was destined to be noticed by all forces! At least those forces that had already formed grudges were all staring at Gu Hai.
The small courtyard where the future Buddha lives. A group of monks stood on a high place, each staring at the central square in the distance.
However, he saw in the distance that Gu Hai put a writing brush in the hand of the confused Bing Ji and dictated it himself, asking Bing Ji to write and decipher the "Bodhi" written by the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty.
"Guhai is really shameless in his words!"
"Although that monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty is not a disciple of my Lingshan Holy Land, his Buddha nature is outstanding. A verse of "Bodhi" is full of endless Buddha nature. This literary talent can also be regarded as the nature of a Bodhisattva in my Lingshan Holy Land!"
"Unfortunately, last time I sent someone to invite Monk Yuanchu to enter our Holy Land of Lingshan, but he refused. The Buddha nature and path of "Bodhi" have exhausted the meaning of the other side of the Buddha's path."
"Bingji is already unconscious. Can she write in that condition?"
All the monks showed disdain.
In another small courtyard.
Qing Emperor and a group of subordinates also stared at the central square.
"Emperor, is Gu Hai crazy? Let Bing Ji write it?" Qisha stared in shock and said.
"Don't make any noise!" Qingdi said coldly.
"Yes!" Everyone was confused.
But seeing the ancient sea in the distance, Mo Yike read out the verses of the monk from the early Yuan Dynasty, and asked Bing Ji to write it at the same time.
"There is a bodhi tree in my heart!"
This is the first sentence of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty, and it is also the Buddhist realm of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty. Although it is only five words, it embodies the "being" of the bodhi tree and vividly portrays it in my heart.
In the early Yuan Dynasty, the monk's characters were filled with golden light and endless aura of righteousness swirling in the sky, like a storm.
As Gu Hai read out, Bing Ji wrote five words crookedly.
"Bodhi has no tree!"
The crooked characters are extremely ugly, and it is difficult to express the artistic conception of the calligraphy. However, as soon as these five characters came out, they seemed to be filled with a vast and righteous energy, and a huge golden Buddha light came from the five crooked characters.
Bloom out.
If the Buddhist artistic conception of the monks at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty transformed the bodhi tree into the "existence" of the bodhi tree in the heart, then the bodhi tree in the ancient sea had no tree at all, and it was the bodhi tree that transformed into "nothingness".
‘Existence’ and ‘nothing’ are opposites, and the winner cannot be seen at this moment, but everyone can see clearly that although they are both talking about the Bodhi tree, they are a collision of opposites.
Likewise, a flood of awe-inspiring righteousness roared out from Bing Ji's place and washed away in all directions across the central square.
"Wow!"
A billowing burst of awe-inspiring righteousness was just like the grand occasion when the monk wrote "Bodhi" in the early Yuan Dynasty. Countless literary and Taoist cultivators from all over the world were debating and exchanging ideas. They were instantly interrupted by this huge and awe-inspiring righteousness, and all of them turned their heads.
"Huh? No more chess over there? Are you fighting calligraphy again?"
"Look, fighting with "Bodhi"? Another Buddha's light and righteousness? Who is this? Is it the Dahan Dynasty again?"
"Not inferior to the monks from the early Yuan Dynasty at all!"
"An opposing article? This is an opposing article? I haven't seen such a tit-for-tat article in a long time!"
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Literary cultivators from all directions quickly gathered around.
Originally, there were only tens of thousands of people watching, most of them were chess practitioners. At this moment, calligraphy practitioners were quickly attracted. Not only calligraphy, piano, and painting practitioners also turned their gazes curiously. After all, calligraphy is the way of literature.
The foundation.
The future Buddhist courtyard.
"Bodhi has no trees? Is this Guhai trying to please others?"
"In terms of opposites? Tit for tat? You say yes, I say no? Did Guhai just think of it on the spur of the moment?"
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All the monks looked surprised.
At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk clasped his hands together, his face became gloomy, and he argued with each other, tit for tat? This is a kind of article that is arguing with each other, and it is also the most entangled kind of article. How clever can you write when you write temporarily? It's a joke.
"The spirit is the mirror stand!" the monk chanted the second sentence in the early Yuan Dynasty.
This time, there was no need for Mo Yike to recite it orally. The monk in the early Yuan Dynasty read out the second sentence himself. As he read it, the golden characters in the sky shone more and more with Buddha's light.
The monk read it out in the early Yuan Dynasty, as if he was instilling a concept, a concept that people had to believe.
Spirituality is a bright mirror that reflects the essence of all things. The heart is Bodhi and the spirit is a bright mirror that can illuminate everything and lead to the other side. This is a kind of Buddha-nature that goes forward in an indomitable way. It points out a clear path to Buddhism.
The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty looked at Gu Hai confidently. Only his own path was correct.
Gu Hai ignored it, but Bing Ji crookedly wrote the second sentence Gu Hai read.
"The bright mirror is not the truth!"
In the early Yuan Dynasty, the monk suddenly raised his eyelids.
Those five crooked words were once again confronting me. The mirror is not a platform. This is to say that what is in the mirror is just an illusion and does not exist at all. To put it simply, to see a person clearly, you cannot look at the surface.
, if you are confused by the surface, it is really difficult to go deep?
Does this mean he has even denied his second sentence?
"boom!"
As soon as the five crooked words came out, the golden light surged more than ten times again, illuminating the sky in an instant. The rolling waves of righteousness, like the rising tide of the sea, suddenly shot up into the sky, straight towards the golden words of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty, and seemed to be about to
It seemed like the awe-inspiring righteousness around it collapsed.
Two waves of awe-inspiring righteousness collided with each other, causing a thunderous roar.
The "Bodhi" written by the monks in the early Yuan Dynasty always said "existence", while the ancient Bodhisattva always said "nothing". They are tit for tat, and they are almost the same, as if two different Buddhist ways are competing.
In the distance, the small courtyard of the future Buddha.
The monks no longer underestimate Gu Hai.
"An antithesis? I don't believe that Gu Hai can still write!" All the monks looked uncomfortable.
Obviously, we can also see the cleverness of Gu Hai's writing.
The monk in the early Yuan Dynasty raised his eyelids and read out the last two sentences.
"Illusion creates all things, and the clarity transcends dust!"
As the words were read out, golden light instantly illuminated the entire central square above the golden characters. Almost everyone in the square turned to look at it.
High in the sky, Haoran Zhengqi formed a ferocious tornado. In the storm, there seemed to be endless ferocious beasts roaring.
These two lines of Buddhist verses follow the previous two lines. Only when the heart is Bodhi and the spirit is a mirror can we see everything and understand our original mind. Only then can we transcend the confusion of thousands of phenomena in the material world and reach the other shore directly. Only then can we become a Buddha!
This is a path of Buddhist practice, a visible and prosperous road.
In the early Yuan Dynasty, the monk clasped his hands together and emitted golden light, which seemed to be integrated with the twenty gold characters of "Bodhi" in the sky. For a moment, in the early Yuan Dynasty, the whole body seemed to be emitting billowing golden light, forming a giant Buddha statue, facing the ice with great majesty.
Ji Ya comes.
"Previously, Bingji was severely injured and fell into a coma by this giant Buddha statue. Bingji was severely injured and fell into a coma! Your Majesty, be careful!" Mo Yike shouted.
Gu Hai ignored it, but also read out the last two sentences, and Bing Ji wrote them out in a daze.
"There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust?"
In the next life, there will be no worries and fetters. The dust is inside and the heart is outside. Trouble is a virtual thing. If you don't care about it, why bother?
As soon as the cross came out, the golden light of Buddha nature suddenly became more purple. As soon as the purple and gold light came out, it seemed to form a black hole, rushing towards the golden light of Buddha nature in the sky.
"Buzz!"
All the golden light emitted by "Bodhi" instantly shattered and disappeared, and the golden light went straight towards the giant Buddha statue of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty.
"Roar!"
The giant Buddha statue roared loudly and stepped hard. It seemed like it was about to shatter the earth, but when it encountered the black hole, it suddenly and strangely shattered.
The giant Buddha's feet collapsed?
In the distance, there is a small courtyard where the future Buddha will be.
All the monks stared wide-eyed and were speechless. The voice of the Future Buddha suddenly came from the room behind them.
"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so where can it cause dust? There is nothing in the beginning, so where can it cause dust? What a Buddhist realm! Once you finish the path of Bodhi, there will be no one after that.
I dare to speak of Bodhi." The future Buddha sighed.
"Look, the giant Buddha statue is shattered. It's completely shattered. How could it happen?" Another monk finally screamed outside the house.
In the Qingdi courtyard.
Qingdi narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Hai in the distance: "Gu Hai Wenxiu, do you think he is so powerful?"
Above the central square.
Countless literary cultivators also recite the verse of Gu Hai.
"It's not against Li Wen. Mr. Gu is much better than the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!"
"Look, the giant Buddha statue of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty has collapsed!"
"What a terrifying Haoran Zhengqi!"
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In the astonishment of the literary cultivators, the giant Buddha statue exploded with a bang, and from the crooked crosses in Bing Ji's hand, a majestic righteousness like a volcanic eruption suddenly spewed out.
"boom!"
It was like a powerful blow, directed towards the tornado-like Yuanchu Haoran Zhengqi. Under the volcanic eruption, the tornado stopped rotating for an instant, and the wind stopped instantly.
"Bang!"
The majestic and righteous tornado of "Bodhi" in the early Yuan Dynasty suddenly disappeared and disappeared. It just disappeared out of thin air, as if it no longer existed.
High in the sky, the image of "Bodhi" seemed to be eclipsed in an instant, and not a single gold letter was illuminated.
"Abandoned? That piece of Buddhist verse has been abolished?"
"Mr. Gu's "Bodhi" invalidates the "Bodhi" written by Master Yuanchu?"
"Mr. Gu's "Bodhi" has become the great way, but Master Yuanchu's "Bodhi" has become the false way?"
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When the surrounding literary cultivators were astonished, the purple-gold Buddha light went straight towards Master Yuanchu. Master Yuanchu looked horrified.
"Buzz!"
Master Yuanchu's body suddenly emitted billowing black energy.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out. The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty covered his chest and looked at Gu Hai while vomiting blood: "No, no, it's impossible, my Buddhist way, my Buddhist way!"
"Puff!" Master Yuanchu fell to the ground.
"Master!" A group of attendants immediately surrounded him.
Yuan Chu stared at Gu Hai with a look of deep hatred on his face.
"Your Majesty, your "Bodhi" has subverted the Buddhist beliefs of the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty, and most of his Buddhist practices have been abolished?" Mo Yike said in shock.
"I understand that the reason why he was able to write that "Bodhi" in the early Yuan Dynasty was because the Buddha in his heart cultivated in this way, and that was his belief. But the master completely shattered his belief, and his belief collapsed.
The Buddha's heart has failed?" Gou Chen said with his eyes shining.
Wen Xiu all around was still looking at Gu Hai in shock.
Gu Hai, however, was holding Bing Ji and staring at Bing Ji with a trace of worry in his eyes.
"There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust? There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust?" Bing Ji said to herself, her closed eyes suddenly shed two lines of tears.
Visible to the naked eye, Bing Ji's chest seemed like a stagnant black energy that suddenly dispersed. As if all her worries were dispersed, Bing Ji also woke up from the artistic conception of calligraphy.
My eyes opened slightly, but tears still fell. After seeing everything, the whole world suddenly became brighter. The previous cold, loneliness, and fear were all gone, leaving only this warm embrace?
Bing Ji opened her eyes and instantly found herself being held in Gu Hai's arms.
"Your Majesty!" Bingji cried with red eyes, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances in her heart.
"Just wake up!" Gu Hai smiled slightly.
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