As soon as the third prince gave an order, four burly men came in from outside the tent, with bare breasts and gleaming steel knives in their hands. They picked up Wuxu and walked out.
Seeing this, Mo En quickly stood up and called out. After the swordsman who walked to the door stopped, he saluted the third prince again, "Your Highness, this person is of some use to me, please let me take him out later."
If you deal with it, this person will definitely lose his soul and will never be reincarnated."
Several great lamas closed their eyes slightly and looked at Wuxu, as if they had seen him thoroughly. Seeing nothing unusual, they turned around and said nothing else. Although Wuxu was dressed in monk's robes, since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, he has been the only one in the world.
Zun Lamaism. These Lamaisms have no sympathy for Buddhist disciples of other sects. Wuxu is dressed as a novice monk in monk robes, but
It didn't win the slightest mercy. It's just that these few people were not on the same page as Moen, and they were afraid that he would pick up some incredible treasure from Wuxu and get some great benefits, so he took a look. The third prince looked at the other people in the tent.
Silent and speechless, as if it were commonplace, he waved his hand, and the knife and axe hand made a promise, retreated, and threw Wuxu aside outside the tent.
From time to time, the patrolling soldiers passed by, with solemn expressions and unblinking eyes. They ignored Wuxu, who was like a puddle of mud at the door. Occasionally, when one or two young soldiers walked away, they couldn't help but sneak a glance or two.
The older man smiled and said, "What's so good about a young novice monk from the south? Even though he hides in the temple every day to raise his
It's white and tender, and I'll make him die cleanly later. Masters, they don't know how to repair him yet." At this time, an older guy jumped out and cursed, "You don't want to live anymore, how dare you
Talk about the masters." A group of people could not help but look frightened, and then looked at Wuxu who knew nothing on the ground, and said nothing.
There was still constant laughter in the tent and the aroma of fine wine.
When it got dark, Moen came out of the big tent, used the magic formula, rose into the air, and then pointed his finger, and Wuxu floated quietly among the whirring torches around him, like a ghost adorning Moen's body.
Behind him, Moen clasped his hands behind his back, looked at the soldier holding the torch at his feet, nodded with satisfaction, and then slowly flew towards his residence, his broad blood-colored monk's robes rustling in the wind.
When they arrived at the residence, the sergeant who was already nearby came up to him, looked at Wuxu who was like a corpse behind Moen, and stammered his greetings. Moen had a gloomy face and waved his hand, "Tonight, Lord Buddha, I want to do something, and you are not allowed to enter."
"Excuse me." The sergeants secretly shouted, and dispersed with a roar, not even a rolling curtain to greet them, nor anyone serving tea or water was left behind.
Moen didn't care, he entered the tent, took out a roll of sheepskin from his body, clasped his hands together, and recited a spell silently, but he saw that the sheepskin slowly spread out, getting bigger and bigger, and finally covered almost the entire middle of the tent. As soon as this thing came out,
There was light on one side of the tent, but the patterns and illustrations on it were complicated and gorgeous, like living creatures. The Buddha statues painted in the center and in the four directions gave off an inexplicable aura. If you realize
When Xu woke up, he realized that this was the mandala of Buddhist Tantric Buddhism that the elders of the sect mentioned when explaining it. It was made by cultivators taking their best assets and offering them to the Buddhas and melting them. After that, the cultivators were among them,
Continuous visualization and worship with secret methods make this mandala more and more powerful as a magical instrument, and at the same time, practitioners can gain magical powers through visualization and become more and more diligent in their practice.
Moen's faculties are insufficient. After joining Lamaism, his mind cannot control itself and is trapped in external objects. He cannot practice the supreme mental method such as Ganges Mahamudra. Instead, he is predestined for this method and specializes in mandala practice, hoping to receive all kinds of blessings.
With the blessing of the Buddha, I can grasp the external objects and reflect back and meditate, in order to seek the great path. Today
, Mo En saw the Blue Sea Pearl in Xiaojiang Village, and knew that it was also a Buddhist ritual instrument that could be sacrificed into a mandala for worship. He also saw that Wuxu had already entered the middle stage of Buddhist practice, and he was greedy and thought about erasing his spiritual consciousness.
, extract a trace of the Buddha's breath and put it into the mandala of his own body.
It’s a long story, but when I saw Mo En, with his hands clasped together, a face of piety and compassion, and continuous mantras in his mouth, he put the blue sea pearl into the mandala world. The blue sea pearl was originally a Buddhist magic weapon, and once it entered the mandala
In the world, the sound of the blue sea and the white lotus appeared, echoing with the light emitted by the mandala, and slowly blending in. For a moment, the mandala
There were two more patterns somewhere in the middle, one was the blue sea, and the other was the white lotus. But Moen did not show a trace of joy, but instead let out a sigh. I saw a touch of cyan on the blue sea beads, looming, and there was a faint sound of Sanskrit singing.
But it has no Buddha-nature at all. It just keeps wandering around, fixing the blue sea beads in the sky, and never merges into the mandala world.
"Humph, you little bald donkey is so good at recognizing this blue sea bead as its owner!" Mo En saw the trace of green on the bead lingering around and thought it was because the bead had recognized its owner.
Just now, the mandala absorbed the spells hidden in the Buddha beads. That is because they are all out of Buddhism, but this Buddha beads has recognized its owner and is the owner's natal magic weapon. Mandala
Because they are both Buddhist artifacts, the beads themselves cannot be taken by force. The most they can do is suppress them. I have to say that Moen is in the realm of a real person. The guess is very reasonable. If Wuxu has made Bihaizhu recognize its owner, then what will happen at this moment
This is also the case. Unfortunately, Wuxu has not been able to recognize the owner of this blue sea pearl, and Master Miaoyin has never thought of refining it as a magical weapon.
Moen turned around, glanced at Wuxu, and said with a ferocious smile, "Originally, the Buddha wanted to deal with you later, but since I can't wait, I will send you to my Mandala Dharma Realm." After that, he took Wuxu into his body.
Mandala bounds,
Then he sat cross-legged, formed a seal with his hands, and his spiritual consciousness left the body, intending to grind Wuxu's spiritual consciousness and turn the blue sea pearl into an ownerless thing, and then use the blue sea pearl and Wuxu's Buddha's breath, and even Wuxu's body
, all integrated into their own mandala world.
Mo En had a good idea. In the mandala Dharma Realm, the blessings of all Buddhas are equivalent to a Buddhist kingdom. The ownerless blue sea beads, which are also Buddhist instruments, and the Buddha's breath without spiritual consciousness are equivalent to the ownerless Buddha nature.
, blending with the mandala, naturally comes naturally. And compared to Wuxu, a teenage novice, the spiritual consciousness of his own real person realm is like a mountain to a bag of earth, which can be crushed to pieces with just one click.
But I saw that the spiritual energy on the mandala was so strong that it seemed to be broken into independent voids. Around the tent, strong winds rose suddenly, blowing on the nearby sergeants like knives. The sergeants were shocked and backed away, but they did not dare to shout.
He called out. Inside the tent, Mo En's spiritual consciousness was like a huge thing, turning into the shape of a diamond with angry eyes. It roared for a moment, turned into a little sesame man, and rushed into the consciousness in Wuxu's mind.
..
Wuxu burst into tears at this moment. Why did he see reincarnation again and be able to observe his original mind? He felt like he was back to the time when the sky was struck by thunder and his spiritual consciousness was immortal and he re-entered reincarnation. He was surrounded by darkness and silence.
.I can't speak or move. Everything around me seems to be moving, but it seems to have nothing to do with me. It's like a wanderer who has been wandering for thousands of years. When he returns to his hometown, things have changed, people have changed, and his heart has no belongings.
Happy and sad.
Slowly, a touch of cyan clings to "the body" like dust, and it seems familiar, but Wuxu is very uncomfortable, seems to be greatly restrained, and seems to be sinking from the void. At this time, another piece of blood-red flying
Come on, it gives people a feeling of extreme danger
When he woke up, Wuxu seemed to feel that tens of thousands of steel knives were about to cut him into powder. Just when he wanted to make a move, he saw the green color on his "body" moving around for a while, as if there were spiritual things living in it, emitting a faint light, blood red.
Being slightly blocked by this layer of light,
When he got close to him, he wrapped himself from all sides and slowly collapsed inside, as if he was about to condense into an object. Wuxu felt even more uncomfortable inside, with cyan and blood red colors all surrounding him, making him extremely uncomfortable. Being affected by Wuxu and
Blood-red internal and external attacks,
The cyan color became thinner and thinner, and there was a faint sound of chanting, which seemed to be his own elegy. But inside, Wuxu felt double pressure from cyan and blood red, and felt suffocated deep in his soul. Suddenly he heard this chanting sound,
Instinctively, I started reading it.
Shariputra, all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in the air, there is no color, no feelings, thoughts, or consciousness, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, and no color, sound, fragrance, or touch.
, no vision or even unconscious world, no ignorance and no nothingness
With the end of understanding, there will be no old age and death, no end of old age and death, no accumulation of suffering, no wisdom, and no gain. Because there is no gain, the Bodhisattva follows Prajna Paramita, and his heart has no worries; because there are no worries, there is no fear, and he is free from all upside-down dreams.
Suffering, ultimate nirvana.
Wuxu kept reciting this sutra without realizing it. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a scream, and saw that Moen, who had captured him during the day, was extremely panicked and asked repeatedly, "What is this?"
What is this? The body keeps retreating. The soul is blessed, enlightened and chanting sutras constantly, forcing the body to move forward. I feel like a Buddha, with a huge body filling the world, stepping on the mandala Dharma Realm, holding a blue sword, intimidating.
Morne is getting smaller and smaller.
Moen has never encountered such a terrifying thing. First, the cyan color has no attributes or what it is. All his spells are useless. Once his spiritual consciousness is contaminated, it will burn and melt like ice and snow in the scorching sun. At this moment, Moen can only
I wanted to quickly return my spiritual consciousness to its place, but suddenly I felt
It turned out that the Mandala Dharma Realm, where lives had been cultivated for hundreds of years, had changed owners and prevented his spiritual consciousness from entering the physical body. Moen understood that if he did not leave this place, there was only one way to die. He screamed wildly, panicked and ran towards Wuxu's body.
The body. As soon as it enters, it runs wildly.
Wuxu had also woken up at this moment, and watched his body rushing out. Without time to think about it, he gritted his teeth, got into Moen's body, and rushed out.
There was such a big commotion, and there were countless soldiers outside the tent. They were holding steel knives and bows and arrows, and they were scattered around. There were even a few figures, carrying powerful spiritual energy. Wuxu looked at those high and low,
The swaying torch of disillusionment slowly stretched out his finger, pointed at the white monk's robe, and sang softly, "Kill." Suddenly the soldiers around him shouted in unison, forming formations, chanting mantras, and arrows rained down.
As the saying goes
The Buddha taught the mandala of convenience, but his disciples unexpectedly became demons.
After seeing the ignorance dyed blue, I shouted to whom to kill.