Qingge held the purple clay cup that was as hot as hot as magma. Even though extreme pain poured into her limbs, she didn't even frown and looked at Master Guiyi with indifferent eyes.
Master Guiyi held the whisk in his hand, stroked his white beard and asked, "Maybe he feel the pain?"
Qingge's eyes flashed, she pursed her lips and said, "Yes."
"How much pain?"
"extremely."
"Can you bear it?"
"cannot."
Qingge answered truthfully.
She really couldn't bear this pain. Even before that, she had walked through the sea of swords and fire, and was also subjected to crushing bones and severe tempering. However, there seemed to be a bone-eroding force in the purple clay cup, which began to spread from her palms and gradually corroded away.
Her tendons, veins, flesh and blood, and even her decaying soul.
Master Guiyi stood up slowly, walked to the desk next to him, held a wolf's brush in his hand, and wrote a word on the rice paper. Before the ink was dry, he grabbed the rice paper and turned it over, giving Qingge a song.
look.
It is the word "tolerance".
Master Guiyi swung his whisk, and the rice paper burned out of thin air, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.
Master Guiyi walked back to Qingge, looked at the purple clay cup curled up in Qingge's palm, and smiled and said, "Everyone has his own luck, for example, the king is the purple monarch's luck, and you are floating above your head,
That is purple luck, and this purple clay teapot contains the power of Buddhism. If you can endure a period of pain, it can increase the luck and fortune of your relatives, lovers, and you can't bear it, so you let go of your hand and put it down.
Bar."
Qingge looked at Master Guiyi calmly, with clear eyes and surprisingly coldness, "Master Guiyi, I believe in you."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and flattened the purple clay cup.
Her hands looked intact, but the clear and obvious pain was like thousands of sharp silver needles, inserted into her fine pores one by one, and then smashed them with an iron hammer and put them in the poisonous snakes, insects and ants.
, bite her shattered skin.
If Master Guiyi only said that it could increase her fortune, she would be able to put down the purple clay cup neatly. However, Master Guiyi said that once she resisted the popularity of the purple clay cup, relatives, lovers, and those guardians
Her people will be more blessed.
Even if hope is slim, Qingge will eventually give it a try.
Half an incense stick of time passed, Qingge's face turned pale, cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his hand holding the purple clay cup began to tremble.
Master Guiyi looked at Qingge carefully and nodded in appreciation. He naturally knew how difficult it was to create this set of purple clay teapots. Even an eight-foot man would be scared. The weak woman in front of him could actually be
I resisted for so long, and didn't even snort.
Sweating and shaking are just natural reactions to the extreme pain.
"Girl, the price of growth is pain, but even though you know it will hurt, you have to go through it without any hesitation, because life will not give you the chance to refuse. If you give up because of the pain, then you will be eliminated by God." Guiyi
The master sighed lightly and said.
At the foot of the mountain, the gentleman in the private school walked around the house with a very long ruler. Several windows were opened, and the breeze came. The young children shook their heads and recited the poems that had passed down through the ages.
"Therefore, when God is about to give a great responsibility, one must first suffer one's mind and mind, exhaust one's muscles and bones, starve one's body and body, and do not disturb what one does. Therefore, one's heart and endure one's nature and has made it difficult for one to be unable to do it.
Then you can change it. Be trapped in your heart, weigh yourself in your thoughts, and then do it. Be confronted by your colors, sound, and then you can't pass the family. When you enter, you can't help but let your family go, and when you leave, you will be invincible to foreign patients, and the country will die. Then you will know that you are born in worry.
Sharing weal and woe, and dying from happiness.”
The sound of the book is neat and green.
At this moment, Qingge's hand trembled faster and faster.
Her lips and tongue were dry, her eyes were slightly closed, and even her shoulders began to tremble slightly.
Every flesh and blood in her body seemed to be buried in the raging fire, and the biting pain devoured her spiritual consciousness, and her reason disappeared.
In order to stay awake, Qingge gently bit the tip of her tongue, a drop of blood cut between her lips and teeth, and the smell of blood spreading in her mouth made her crazy and also made her awake.
The pain in the palm of the palm rose like a rising ship like a thunderous momentum, and it rose to a very high point.
In an instant, fireworks seemed to bloom in Qingge's mind, and the fire trees and silver flowers made her blank.
Qingge discovered that the space of the Void Realm was a little larger and could be stuffed into a finger.
And her moonlight seemed to be able to release more and stronger amounts.
When he endured the most pain, gradually, Qingge's hands stopped shaking, but became more and more stable.
Until a long time ago, Qingge opened his cold eyes and looked at Master Guiyi calmly.
Master Guiyi did not hide the praise in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, spread his palm, Qingge put the purple clay cup upside down in his hand, and the tea and tea in the cup had already evaporated clean when Qingge was in pain.
"The girl is a great man." Master Guiyi put down the purple clay cup, brought another slightly cool tea, and handed it to Qingge. Seeing that Qingge was not moving, he said, "Don't worry, I really want to invite you this time.
Drink this Nansha tea.”
Hearing this, Qingge took the teacup and drank it in one sip.
What's amazing is that after drinking this Nansha tea, she experienced the soreness after burning, but it disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was particularly comfortable and refreshing, as if there were cool and soft spring water, washing her soul deeply trapped in Heat.
I have to say that Master Guiyi is a very magical person.
Qingge put down the teacup and said, "Master, I'm a little confused. I wonder if I have this honor to be enlightened by the master."
"Please say it." Master Guiyi said.
Qingge said: "I was fortunate to have obtained a book of great spirit masters. In that book, it records the lifelong understanding of this cultivator's predecessor. My current class is in the thirteenth level of innate nature, and I want to break through to spirit masters.
But there was no progress. The book records that if you want to break through the spiritual master and have the ability to understand the unity, the younger generation is a little unsophisticated, and they think day and night, rack their brains, but they can't think of the meaning of the unity."
Guiyi stroked his beard and nodded. He looked at the purple clay teapot on the table, and then said, "Return to one, Zen Buddhism has the saying that all things return to one, where does one return to one, and so on, all things return to one,
It is also the same as the whole world, all things have spirits, and they naturally generate and restrain each other. Once created by all things, all things have one creation."
After a pause, he returned to the whisk and let it go, and then said: "Dharma arises because of the mind and is destroyed by the mind, which is the law of dependent origination; all dharmas are born from the mind, so the mind produces all dharmas, which is the false appearance of the mind, so all
The false appearance of the Dharma, and all dharmas will eventually disappear. This nirvana is where all dharmas return.
One is nirvana, and oneness means sinking into nirvana, the sky is high, the earth is big, monsters, birds, and even wealth and glory, seemingly eternal in the universe, how can anyone know if it is born from the heart?
, then you can think of a question: is it Zhuangsheng who dreams of a butterfly or a butterfly who dreams of a Zhuangsheng? Whether it is Zhuangsheng or a butterfly, they all return to nirvana." (To be continued)