The treasure-shaped prayer pillar and the golden lotus shadow of the Buddha.
In front of you is a stone wall of Thousand Buddhas that stretches for three hundred feet. It is like being made of gold, and the golden color dazzles people's eyes. Behind it is a lotus pond. The water is pitch black, no one can see through it, and no lotus flower can be seen growing out of the water. It is like a pool of stagnant water. Tuesday
On the side, there are two angry-eyed King Kong statues up to a hundred feet tall, holding swords and hammers, which are lifelike.
Sitting down is a futon made of three cattails. It looks ordinary, but the Taoist on the middle futon has his eyes closed tightly, and there are subtle wrinkles on his face. Even his eyebrows and beards are a little white, and the whole body is exposed.
The faint breath of ** seems to be immersed in concentration, giving people a taste of life and death.
There is faint Sanskrit sound lingering all around, but the sound is very soft, like a whisper in a woman's ear, seemingly absent, giving people a feeling of teasing the mind.
I don't know how long it took, but a small girl suddenly appeared next to the Taoist. The girl was panting, her face was pale, and there were dazzling golden inscriptions in her eyes, giving people a feeling that she seemed to be Brahman but not Brahman, and she seemed to be evil but not evil.
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"I didn't expect that this is the Sumeru space. It took Miao'er nearly a hundred years to get here. With Brother Kong's strength, how did he get here?"
Fan Miao'er said, his eyes moved away from Kong Laosan's face, and finally fell on the green and purple Taoist robe with a faint light. There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, "Xumi robe? How is this possible? This
This Taoist robe is actually a Xumi robe?"
Fan Miaoer seemed to have discovered something, with a look of extreme surprise on his face. With a flick of his finger, a golden inscription flew out from his fingertips and flew towards the Taoist. At the moment when the golden inscription came into contact with the Taoist robe
, the green and purple robe that originally exuded a faint light suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and the word "" covering the entire robe flashed away like water waves, and together with the golden inscriptions, they were annihilated into nothingness.
Seeing this scene, Fan Miaoer seemed to be sure of something. He looked at the old and decayed face of the Taoist. There was a bit of hesitation in his eyes, but finally he showed a touch of determination. At the same time, he spread his palm flat, and there was a palm-sized tricolor
The lotus platform emerged, and with a slight lift, the lotus platform disappeared into the Taoist heart and disappeared without a trace.
"Brother Kong, we can live and die together this time. If we can't break free from this space derived from the world of the soul, even with the protection of this "ghost lotus", we are probably going to die!"
Fan Miao'er said, no longer hesitating, her posture was gentle, and the next moment, she had landed on the futon on the left side of the Taoist. With her eyes slightly closed, her whole person also turned into a sculpture.
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Drizzle, quiet lotus, Zen courtyard; old monk, boy, jade cicada.
The old monk, who was stooped and wearing a hundred-year-old robe, could not tell how old he was, was holding a pink baby in his arms, smiling from ear to ear. The baby was picked up and thrown at the door of the temple. There was only one baby in his arms.
There is nothing else but the jade cicada hanging around his neck.
In front of Dayuan Temple, the old monk got Yuan due to fate, and the old monk was so happy that he named him "Yuandu"!
Year after year, year after year, ten years after another.
In Dayuan Temple, the original baby has grown into a boy of about ten years old. The old monk lectures, the novices listen to Zen, and the ordinary life of eating fast and enlightening the Buddha is full of fun.
Growing up in a temple, Yuandu didn't know what the outside world was like, and he wasn't interested in it. The temple, the old monk, and the jade cicada were all Yuandu had.
But as he grows older, the young man becomes more and more silent. Except for listening to sutras and studying Zen, he spends all his time.
They all locked themselves in the monk's room, holding the jade cicada in both hands, their eyebrows relaxed, not knowing what they were thinking.
"Haha, Yuan Du, just tell me if you have anything. Master sees that you have been distracted recently. Have you encountered any problems?"
That day, after the scripture lecture ended, Lao Zeng sighed softly and spoke slowly. His cloudy eyes fell on the young man's face, as if he could see everything in the world, and there was always a faint smile on his old face.
Hearing this, the young man trembled slightly, turned around slowly, and sat cross-legged in front of the old monk. His originally spotless eyes showed a bit of confusion at this moment, "Master, what is ""? Does the Buddha have ""?"
After hearing what Yuandu said, the old monk chuckled and said, "Buddhas have sentient beings, of course they also have "". However, for Buddha, Qiliu is the same as the inner demon, which requires great perseverance and great wisdom to conquer.
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"Surrender? Since it is the instinct of living beings, why should we surrender?"
There was some doubt in Yuan Du's eyes, holding the jade cicada in both hands, his little face seemed a little nervous.
"Just like jade, flowers and plants, only after they are carved and pruned can they become talented and beautiful!"
After saying this, the old monk slowly left.
In the treasure, in front of the golden Buddha, the little Yuandu seemed to be lost in confusion. The jade cicada in his hand was surrounded by green light and transformed into a girl of the same size. They held hands but were speechless.
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Tears are like strong wine, burning the heart and lungs. Who knows that lovesickness has become a disaster.
At the age of twenty, Yuan Du came to the Buddhist hall again, followed closely by the girl transformed from the jade cicada, with a trace of happiness and a hint of worry on her face.
"Master, Yuandu has a question here that I would like to ask for advice!"
Compared with a hundred years ago, apart from being a little taller, the boy's appearance has basically not changed, except that the look on his face is calm, not as nervous as it was a hundred years ago.
"Oh? This girl is..."
In front of the Buddha, the old monk's eyebrows were slightly opened, and his old eyes were as pure as if they had been washed with water.
"Her name is Yu Chan, Master has met her before!"
Yuandu said, pulling the girl closer.
"Amitabha, that's it! What do you want to ask me?"
The old monk nodded, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.
"Master, does the Buddha have a ""?"
Yuan Du did not hesitate and spoke directly.
"Haha, of course the Buddha has """, but in the eyes of the Buddha, this word has another name, called "compassion". All living beings are equal. Everything owned by the Buddha, whether alive or not.
The Buddha has transcended his original nature, which is a kind of equality. It doesn't matter whether he or she is not. This kind of is called "Great Kindness". Regardless of whether it is predestined or not, the original intention remains unchanged, so this kind of "Great Kindness" is also called "Unconditional Great Kindness". So
Say, can you understand?"
Hearing this, Yuan Du pursed his lips. It seemed that he could no longer say the words he had prepared. There was a bit of confusion in his eyes. However, he looked at the beautiful lady beside him, and his hesitant eyes became firm again, "Master once taught me
, the Buddha is an enlightened person with a bodhicitta. He sees life as I was born, and sees people in the world as one person. If "Great Compassion" is "", is it still true? Yuandu believes that the obsessed "" is true.
The great compassion after awakening is not true."
Yuan Du said, clasping his palms together, and bowed respectfully to the Buddha in front of him, as if repenting, questioning, and firm.
Looking at the disciple he brought up since childhood,
Son, the old monk seemed very pleased, and laughed and said, "It's true that he is obsessed with not realizing it. How do you know, disciple? After he wakes up, what you see of him is not in an obsessed state?"
Hearing this, Yuan Du's face turned pale and seemed to be greatly shocked. After a long while, he gently touched Yu Chan who looked worried next to him, and said bitterly, "Yu Chan has grown up with me since childhood.
Da, in Yuan Du's heart, Master and Yu Chan are the same, both are indispensable people in life. For two hundred years, the disciple has chanted Zen, practiced Zen, and understood Zen, but he can't tell whether it is "Zen" or "Cicada".
"! If the purpose of enlightenment is to make the jade cicada leave me, then it’s okay for this Buddha not to be enlightened!"
Yuan Du went down the mountain, and went down the mountain with Yu Chan!
For the first time in their lives, the two of them walked out of Dayuan Temple, bid farewell to their mentor for the first time, and set foot in the world of mortals for the first time.
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A hundred years passed in a hurry, and by the time Yuandu and his wife rushed back again, the old monk was already on his deathbed. Seeing Yuandu, the old monk's eyes lit up, he pushed himself up, and said with some trembling, "
Haha, my disciple is back! What have you gained after walking on earth for a hundred years?"
Hearing this, Yuan Du pondered for a moment, then looked at Jade Chan, and slowly shook his head, "There is life and death in the world; there is good and there is evil; there is truth and there is falsehood. It's just that my disciple is stupid and still can't
Awakening, I don't know whether the "" after enlightenment is as Master said."
"Throughout the ages, there have been a few people who have achieved great enlightenment. From now on, you two will accompany me, an old monk, in the temple. When you become enlightened, you will be free!"
The old monk spoke slowly, with an indescribable meaning in his voice.
"Yu Chan and Yuan Du grew up listening to Master's scriptures. Although they have never converted, they are still half of Master's disciples. They have always had doubts in their hearts. I hope Master can give some advice!"
For the first time in three hundred years, Yu Chan, who had never spoken a word, spoke out. Facing the old monk's gaze, she seemed a little shy and quietly hid behind Yuan Du.
"Haha, ask!"
The old monk didn't care and waved his hand to indicate.
"Master, have you ever "awakened"?"
"nature!"
"The Buddha has a name called "Great Compassion." All living beings are equal, which is great. Now that we have awakened, why do we still have obsessions that we can't let go of? In Master's heart, Yuandu is an obsession that I can't let go of!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everything in front of him suddenly became distorted. The temple, the golden Buddha, the old monk, everything, like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, were instantly mixed into a paste. But vaguely, a vague sigh sounded, "Buddha
After enlightenment, all souls in the world have lost their way to becoming a Buddha. In the heart of the old monk, Yuandu is a disciple, a close relative, and an inheritance. How can all living beings be equal?"
As the words fell, a hint of enlightenment suddenly flashed across Yuan Du's eyes, and there was a touch of vicissitudes in the originally pure eyes. It was Yuan Du and Kong Laosan; similarly, Yu Chan's face also showed a hint of surprise.
Jade Chan is also a Buddhist Miao'er.
The world in front of me slowly distorted and eventually turned into nothingness.
Just when the two of them were awake, outside, the aura of Kong Laosan, who had turned white and seemed to be on the verge of death, gradually began to evaporate at an extremely soothing speed like an old tree. At this moment, his old face gradually turned green.
, and finally transformed into a middle-aged Taoist who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and even his breath has reached the peak of the golden elixir.