Under the old tree, an old monk and a young man in white sat opposite each other.
The Zen call of the wooden fish, the sound of "du" and "du", seems to hit the bottom of people's hearts, making their souls clear.
The three of them, Lu Qingping, all had serious expressions on their faces, and they slowly walked towards here from a short distance away.
In their eyes, the monk and the young man under the old tree in the thatched hut seemed to be alone in a strange realm.
"Could it be the abbot's pure land in Buddhist legend?"
Taoist sects have abbots, and Buddhist sects also have abbots. They have the same noun, but different meanings.
But the abbot of Buddhism usually refers to the head of a Buddhist temple. Although the place he lives in is only the size of an abbot, it contains a forest of hundreds of thousands of merits, which means a mustard seed square inch, and Xumi heaven and earth.
The realm in front of the old monk and Lin Wanyang was like a square inch of heaven and earth, isolating them from the outside world.
The three people could still see them sitting under the tree, but they could not feel their presence.
The three of them, Lu Qingping, finally approached the tree.
When Song Weiyu saw her elder brother, she looked more mature and handsome than when she went down the mountain. At this moment, his face was calm, his eyes were closed, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of the old monk as if he was sleeping, breathing evenly.
The woman was completely relieved of her worries at this moment and couldn't help crying with joy.
It's okay, senior brother.
And just when Song Weiyu couldn't help but stretched out her hand and opened her mouth, ready to call the man who had been waiting for more than two years.
A calm old voice slowly reached the ears of the three people: "Don't move rashly."
Follow the sound.
It was the old monk in gray who was sitting cross-legged opposite Lin Wanyang.
Song Weiyu's face showed apologies and gratitude, and he bowed and said: "Wudang Mountain Song Weiyu, thank you master for saving my senior brother's life. I haven't asked for the master's name yet."
The old monk still closed his eyes, tapping the wooden fish in an unhurried and slow manner, with no movement of his mouth, but a voice came out:
"The old monk is suffering from pain and suffering. The donor is being polite."
"It turns out it's Kuxuan Da..." Song Weiyu was about to say thanks again.
Suddenly something flashed in my heart. It seemed like I had heard Master say this name before. It was a certain master from Vajra Temple, the holy land of Buddhism.
But she couldn't be sure for a while, so she put down the idea and looked at Lin Wanyang with concern, then saluted and asked: "I wonder how my senior brother is doing now?"
While Song Weiyu was concerned about Lin Wanyang.
Lu Qingping was also secretly sizing up the middle-aged man in yellow not far away and the old monk Kuxuan in front of him.
Just now, I saw that the middle-aged man in yellow showed a slight hint of vitality, which caused the surrounding vegetation to collapse. This level of cultivation is probably not something that ordinary people in the martial arts world can achieve. It is most likely...
It has surpassed the realm of "supernatural power and appearance" of the great master of martial arts.
At this level, harnessing thunder and lightning, controlling the energy of heaven and earth, and mediating the five elements are all within the palm of your hand.
And if the old monk Kuxuan is acquainted with the middle-aged man in yellow, he probably has the same impressive cultivation level.
Just when Lu Qingping was thinking about this.
Regarding Song Weiyu’s question.
The old monk's voice was smooth and thick, and he said slowly:
"Benefactor Lin used the magic of becoming a demon, and the demon roots were deeply rooted in his heart. Now his trauma after that day's battle has healed, but his consciousness has long since lost its original state, and he has become a demon with only blood-red murderous intent. His body cannot control itself.
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Although the middle-aged man in yellow had long heard the cause and effect of becoming possessed, and now hearing the old monk's confirmation again, the siblings still trembled in their hearts.
Lu Qingping asked at this moment: "I don't know, Master, where are you now..."
Lu Qingping suddenly spoke, leaving the old monk silent for a moment.
"Who is this benefactor?"
Then he asked suddenly.
Lu Qingping talked about her friendship with her siblings from Wudang Mountain.
When the old monk heard this, he was silent for a moment again, not knowing what he was thinking.
Immediately, he slowly said: "Donor Lin took the initiative to become a demon, so it was very difficult even for the old monk. After seeing his cruel and easy-to-kill state after becoming a demon, the old monk had no choice but to use the Buddhist method
The magical power to subdue demons pulled him and the old monk’s consciousness into the Pure Land of Buddha.”
"In the Pure Land Buddha Land, there are solemn holy sounds that cleanse his mind and hopefully awaken his original consciousness."
"Buddha said that practice in this world is just about subduing one's mind. If Donor Lin can subdue his demonic thoughts this time, it is another kind of practice for him."
The three of them were deep in thought at the same time.
The theory of Buddha and Demon has been widely spread in the land of Jambudvipa.
There are Buddhist legends and stories such as "Buddha and demon suddenly thought of each other", "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot", "Devil destroys Buddha and becomes enlightened", "End of Dharma and Demon Tribulation", etc.
Buddhism is indeed the sect that best understands demonic obstacles.
Although Lin Wanyang was possessed by a demon, looking at what he meant now, it seemed that with the help of the old monk, there was no chance of recovery.
The two people under the tree were motionless, it was the old monk who was helping Lin Wanyang to surrender his evil thoughts.
"Thank you, Master, for your mercy!" Song Weiyu was grateful and bowed again.
After a moment, she hesitated and said: "I wonder when my senior brother will come back?"
Ku Xuan said: "Since the day I saved Donor Lin, I have been sitting with him for sixty days. Everything depends on Donor Lin himself."
"To surrender one's mind and reach the Buddha's realm, sometimes it only takes a moment to put down the butcher's knife, but sometimes it takes a long, long time..."
Song Weiyu was in a daze, which meant that no one knew when Lin Wanyang would come out of the possessed state.
After thinking about it, determination appeared on her soft face, and she said, "Then I will stay here with him."
She made her decision instantly, and just as she turned her head, she was about to say something to Lu Qingping and her junior brother.
Suddenly.
The old monk's calm and gentle voice made her expression change.
"The pure land is not stained by dust. If several donors stay here, it will not benefit Donor Lin. Instead, it will disturb the purity of this place and lead to some unnecessary changes..."
"This..." Song Weiyu was in trouble.
She looked at Lin Wanyang in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Staying here will disturb Lin Wanyang.
But, after finally finding it, how could she be willing to leave again.
At this time, the voice of the middle-aged man in the distance came, saying: "I brought you here because you have a close relationship with him, but if you are really doing it for his good, don't stay here for a long time and let him take care of himself."
Conquering your inner demons here is the right thing to do."
"If you disturb him and something happens, even the old monk can't do anything."
Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Song Weiyu's expression changed slightly.
Jiang Xiaodong glanced at his senior brother, then turned around and advised him warmly: "Senior sister, since we know that our senior brother is fine and recuperating here, we can come and see him every day until he breaks free from the evil thoughts and we go back to Wudang Mountain together.
If you don’t wait here, it’s the same thing if you wait elsewhere.”
Song Weiyu was not someone who couldn't listen to words. After hearing the words, she smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah."
In the end, she lingered here reluctantly for a while.
When it got dark, the three people left.
Lu Qingping didn't say much during the whole journey, but he always felt that something was wrong between the old monk and the middle-aged man.
What exactly was wrong, he couldn't tell.
Moreover, the terrifying level of cultivation of both of them made him suppress it in his heart even if there was something strange in his heart. He prepared to return to Junzhou City with his sister and brother first, and then analyze the suspicion in his heart carefully.
one time.
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Just after the three people left.
It's getting dark.
Thatched cottage under the old tree.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, which were cloudy and weathered. He stared at the young man in front of him and spoke.
"Donor Lin, I have already met the people from your sect. It is time to let go of one of the last two obsessions..."
The old monk's tone was filled with enlightening compassion, and it seemed as if the transcendent Buddha was telling the most exquisite Dharma in the world, teaching people to let go of the suffering in the world and reach the other shore.
Just as the old monk finished speaking.
Lin Wanyang under the tree suddenly moved his fingers slightly, struggling a little. However, at this moment, his bun began to fall apart, and his black hair fell like a waterfall, and began to fall off...
Three thousand black threads like a waterfall, slowly going away, flying under the tree, representing the disappearance of obsession little by little.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of the old monk Kuxuan's mouth, and he looked at the young man with closed eyes: "I was born in a dragon-raising land where the luck of Buddhism and Taoism is still gathered. I studied Taoism for the first twenty years, and then I became a demon. After Taoism, I will finally
Take refuge in our Buddha, and Wudang Mountain has cultivated another good Buddhist disciple for Buddhism."
Although Lin Wanyang's life was short, he experienced ups and downs. He first became a Taoist, and then became a demon. This is such a rare disaster.
In Buddhism, practice means constantly overcoming tribulations. Only by overcoming one tribulation after another can one finally achieve enlightenment.
Lin Wanyang experienced a great change in demons, and he was able to escape from such a disaster. Once he escaped into Buddhism, his future Buddhist cultivation would be limitless.
"Now, all that's left is the biggest obsession."
But even the friendship between the masters in Wudang Mountain has been formalized by the old monk just now. The last obsession is only a matter of time.
If the three Lu Qingpings who had left were still here, they would have seen something they had not seen just now.
Above Lin Wanyang's head, which was empty just now, there was actually a big golden palm. Looking up from the big palm, he saw a 78-foot-tall, as tall as a small mountain, glaring Arhat.
His divine eyes were like lightning, and his palms reached down from high in the sky and touched the top of Lin Wanyang's head, releasing the power of Buddhist enlightenment in his palms.
What kind of pure land world is this? Help Lin Wanyang subdue his heart.
It was clearly because of his strong cultivation that he forcibly ordained Lin Wanyang and made him a monk!
This huge statue of an Arhat with angry eyes was born from the old monk Kuxuan who was sitting cross-legged opposite Lin Wanyang. It was his great Buddhist magical power.
At the same time, at some point, a strange beast appeared on the old tree. It had khaki skin and was covered in scales. It was about ten feet long, with a single horn on its head and claws on its belly.
It turned out to be a strange beast - a yellow dragon!
"Old guy, don't let me do this kind of thing next time. I'm not used to such roundabout things. I'm more used to being more straightforward..."
The dragon opened his mouth and revealed the human words.
The old monk didn't answer, as if he were sitting on fossilized wood and stone.
Late at night, under the starry sky.
Only the "Du Du" wooden fish Zen sound spread into the night sky.
Thousands of miles of silence.
A heart struggling under the palm of the angry-eyed Vajra remains unknown.
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