Chapter nine hundred and ninety-first Buddha sound curls, evening drum and morning bell
By this time, the night was gradually passing.
There were originally clusters of thick dark clouds in the sky outside, but now they have turned into thin flowing clouds, suspended in strands over the sea, which has a strange beauty.
As for the point where the sea and the sky meet farther away, the fish belly white color has begun to appear faintly.
Apparently the sun is about to rise.
The storm last night left no trace. But it made everyone on the cruise ship feel uneasy...
Finally, Shenxu and Gu Jianyang discussed it and decided to go to Mount Putuo.
But now the purpose is no longer for Wei Ke. It is for Fu Yang!
He is now riddled with death energy and his soul is damaged. If the knot in his heart cannot be opened, the longer it goes on, the worse it will become.
Shenxu thought about it and decided to take Fu Yang back to Putuo Mountain to use Buddhist methods to enlighten and persuade. After all, when it comes to this aspect, Buddhism is more powerful than Taoism...
However, Gu Jianyang was also a little worried.
"Master, my master is a Taoist priest. Isn't it inappropriate to bring him to Mount Putuo?"
Shenxu smiled slightly, with a gentle expression, but explained patiently.
"Donor Gu, don't worry. Donor Fu Yang is firm in his Taoism and has a very clear understanding of his future path of practice. How could he be so easily influenced by other sects?"
"Although there are differences between Buddhism and Taoism, they are all the right way. For many mysteries, the essence is the same, but the manifestations are different. What's more, the donor Fu Yang is not a pure orthodox Taoist disciple. His rejection of Buddhism will not be too great.
strong."
"And I, the Buddha, am merciful and my advice to those who are depressed is irrespective of sects."
After saying these words, Gu Jianyang was speechless.
Fu Yang, who was absently looking at the scenery outside the cabin, turned around and nodded towards Shenxu: "Master is right. So, let's give it a try. Master actually also sees that I am not a disciple of the Maoshan Sect, but
I also practice Maoshan Taoism. I am also quite curious about the differences between Buddhism and Taoism."
Since the master agreed, Gu Jianyang didn't have much to say.
This small cruise ship continued to ride the wind and waves towards Mount Putuo...
Without the storm at sea, the speed would be much faster.
Two hours later, we could already see Mount Putuo in the distance.
Ordinary people may not think anything of it, but in the eyes of psychics with magical powers, it is a completely different scene!
Fu Yang, who has gray hair and gray eyes, stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, looking at Mount Putuo in the distance.
Under the gaze of his spiritual sense, he saw a huge layer of pale golden light, turning upside down from the sky, protecting the entire Mount Putuo. The lower part was directly connected to the sea water, seeming to form a cycle that borrowed power from the sea.
Formation.
This formation definitely requires a Buddha (Celestial Master) level powerhouse to set it up!
And there is more than one Buddha-level powerhouse.
It should be that over the thousands of years of history on Mount Putuo, reinforcements and additions have been made one after another...
Only in this way can such a huge formation be created!
Ordinary people may not feel it, but for supernatural people, the feeling is very obvious.
Therefore, for any sect with some history and foundation, the location of the mountain gate can almost be called the "dragon pond and tiger's den".
This is the foundation of the sect!
"Is this Putuo Mountain? It's really extraordinary... It's a pity that I should have brought Wei Ke here to receive the monks' chanting and worship. I didn't expect that in the end, it was me who needed it."
Fu Yang smiled bitterly.
Pull out a gray hair from your head and pinch it gently with your fingers.
It actually turned into a wisp of gray breath and disappeared.
"My heart is full of life and death... Even my magic power is fading. Sigh."
He sighed.
People in their twenties exude a sense of vicissitudes of life.
"Donor Fu Yang, Mount Putuo has arrived. However, 90% of the island is a tourist attraction. The real Buddhist holy land of Mount Putuo is only a small part of the core."
Shenxu stood next to him and introduced.
This is quite normal.
This is true not just for Mount Putuo, but also for almost all Buddhist and Taoist holy places.
After all, in modern society, these places exist more as tourist destinations. Unlike in ancient times, Buddhist and Taoist sects were the objects of worship for ordinary people.
From this perspective, modern times are indeed an era for ordinary people...
I'm afraid the leaders of various sects will also be a little bit achy, right?
After the small cruise ship docked, the crew found a place to rest nearby. Shenxu took Fu Yang and Gu Jianyang, master and apprentice, directly through the crowded crowd and walked towards the real location of the Putuo Mountain Sect.
Along the way, many tourists were secretly watching Fu Yang and whispering.
"Yeah! Look at that man, he's so handsome and stylish. He has gray hair and gray eyes, and he has a very melancholy temperament."
"Yes! They look just like anime characters. Are you cosplaying?"
"Do you want to go up and ask for an autograph? But he is with the monk, and I feel intimidated..."
"A handsome guy with a melancholic temperament is not artificial at all. It's really rare to see him."
Some of the nymphomaniac girls in the tourist group were so excited when they saw Fu Yang like this that they wanted to strike up a conversation.
Gu Jianyang was walking next to Fu Yang, and when he heard these sounds, he smiled bitterly in his heart. It seems that the master's love luck is really great?
But soon, he also heard some comments about himself. Many little girls also thought he was handsome and wanted to strike up a conversation...
Fortunately, when Monk Shenxu saw so many young girls trying to surround him, he quickly recited "Amitabha" and led the master and his disciples to walk quickly. He quickly asked the crowd to go in through a side door.
Visitors are prohibited from entering here...
After entering, the noise outside seemed to be cut off.
There is a gravel path inside, surrounded by beautiful flowers and green grass.
At the end of the path, there is a golden Buddhist magic circle, slowly rotating. When the three of them stepped into it, the scene in front of them immediately changed, and their bodies seemed to be walking through clouds and mist.
When I regained my footing, a pagoda-shaped mountain appeared in front of me.
On this mountain, you can vaguely see one Buddhist temple after another. You can even see many monks wearing monk robes walking around. The clouds and mist, and the golden Buddha light rising from the mountain from time to time, make it look like a sea-to-sky Buddhist kingdom.
sight!
Presumably those ancient literati left records and poems about Mount Putuo. They must have been brought to see the real Mount Putuo sect by Buddhist practitioners, right?
Boom, boom, boom.
Clang clang clang!
Suddenly, a grand and distant drum beat and the ringing of a bell sounded at the same time, startling the birds in the mountains.
At the same time, all the Buddhas on Mount Putuo emitted bursts of golden light. Moreover, the sound of Sanskrit singing could be heard from each one.
The sound of Buddha lingers.
Evening drums and morning bells.
For a moment, it was like a Buddhist kingdom coming to the mortal world. (Third update)