Ping Dushan is not within the scope of the remaining pages of the Book of Life and Death. What he can see through the secluded area cannot be very detailed, but this naturally does not trouble him. With his newly formed will and his methods, he can ask what he wants.
thing.
However, he is not a murderous person after all.
After more than ten years of ups and downs, Yang Yu never thought that he was a good person in the ordinary sense. Killing people like hemp is not enough to describe him.
But he is not murderous.
He abides by the precepts of "violating the law" and has a ruler in his heart. He has something to kill and something not to kill.
As Jie Se said, today's Zen sect, and even Buddhism, has almost no soil for observing the precepts. There are many people who are addicted to enjoyment and like leisure and work.
But after all, there are good people, so if they are all killed, they will not be killed.
What's more, Bodhidharma asked him to clean up the Zen sect on his behalf, but it was not to destroy the Zen sect. Therefore, Yang Yu's methods were rare and gentle.
Except for those who did commit serious crimes, most of them violated the rules and precepts of Zen Buddhism, but there were no serious evildoers. They just gave up their martial arts.
In the mountains and forests, the smell of blood is quite strong. Unable to bear the huge gap in losing martial arts, the sound of wailing can be heard for ten miles away.
"Killing God, Killing God..."
Walking out of the forest, the monks of Fulong Temple stayed away from each other. Many monks' hands and feet were trembling. They could not escape the poisonous hand.
Six people were deprived of their martial arts skills, including even the current head of Fulong Temple, who quit killing...
"Amitabha……"
On the top of the barren mountain, he glanced back at the many fellow disciples who were far away from him. He had a complex look on his face, and his clasped hands could not help but tremble.
After more than ten years of raising him and twenty years of teaching him martial arts, he naturally couldn't bear to see his master lose his martial arts skills, but how could he stop the person next to him.
Huhu~
On the protruding bluestone beside the cliff, Yang Yu sat cross-legged in silence, gazing down at the sea of clouds, his mind flying in the dark.
For him at this time, dealing with these monks is naturally not a burden, whether it is psychological or martial arts.
The old monk named Jie Sha from Fulong Temple was not inferior to Xu Jing in martial arts, and he even had special skills, but he didn't cripple many of his hands and feet.
Ninety percent of his thoughts were hidden in nothingness, in the fantasy world of immortals and demons that he could not trace and explore...
"Donor Yang."
Looking at Yang Yu who was sitting quietly in the wind, Jiese suddenly spoke:
"What would you do if someone very close to you committed an unforgivable sin?"
"In my heart, the little monk can't bear to feel guilty and even blames me?"
As for his thoughts, Yang Yudong was like watching fire, and he knew why he asked this question.
Jiese was silent for a moment, then asked again:
"Donor Yang hasn't answered the little monk yet."
"You want to ask me whether I treat everyone equally and whether there are double standards in my heart because of distance and distance?"
Yang Prison looked back and glanced at him lightly:
"What kind of answer do you want?"
There was another moment of silence, Jiese lowered his head and said in a harsh voice:
"The purpose of my Zen sect is to uphold the precepts, understand the mind, and see one's nature. It aims to abandon the six desires and seven emotions and see the true nature of the self...
But human nature is like this, can it really be done?"
"Whether you can do it or not depends on yourself..."
Looking down at the sea of clouds and feeling the wind, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of Prince Zhao.
"You asked me what I would do if someone very close to me committed an unforgivable crime... Prince Zhao also asked this question a few months ago."
People are not saints, it is their nature to be distant and close, and they are decisive in killing like Zhang Xuanba. Even facing his biological mother, it is difficult to kill him.
If he were in someone else's shoes, he might not be able to succeed.
only……
Jiese raised his head, curious about how he answered.
"I replied; 'I will never encounter such a difficult decision situation'."
Yang Prison answered very seriously, just like a few months ago:
"Many things in the world are just a matter of thought. If you know how to avoid them, you can avoid them..."
The regret of King Zhao is that the method he practiced has already been completed in Linlong Dao and then spread to the world.
Regarding the family members and those close to him, there was a sudden change. In the end, with the help of thoughtful people, the success fell short.
"This is not an answer."
Jie Se looked at him blankly.
"Yang is not a sage either..."
Yang Yu didn't like this kind of unfounded inquiry, but he didn't shy away from talking about it.
He would never believe that the old couple who had been kind to each other for half his life would not be able to save their lives at the end of their lives, nor would he believe in the people he left beside them and the 'living dead'.
"If there really is such a day... Yang, he will be worthy of his 'heart'."
"So, little monk understands..."
Jie Se took a deep breath, and suddenly, as if he had planned it for a long time, his true energy surged up, and his martial arts was also abolished.
"puff!"
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out. The little monk's face turned pale, and he stumbled to sit down. He was weak in energy and blood, but his expression was somewhat relieved:
"This little monk's martial arts were all taught by his master, so returning them to him is the right thing to do..."
Yang Yu didn't stop him. He had already learned that this monk was stubborn, so when he saw him looking at him, he was not comforted:
"According to folk rules, if you borrow money from someone, you have to pay back twelve or thirty taels. Logically speaking, if you want to repay this martial arts, you have to lend a helping hand..."
"..."
I was distracted for a moment.
"Forget it, Yang will pay back the interest on your behalf."
Afraid that this stubborn little monk would really destroy his limbs, Yang Yu took out a classic book from the mustard seed space, raised his hand, and flew down the mountain wrapped in Zhen Gang.
His eyesight was so precise that with a flick of his hand, the secret book flew to the old monk who was staggering down the mountain with a bitter look on his face.
"This is?"
Jingse was stunned.
"The 'King Zen Great Practice', one of the twelve unique skills passed down by your ancestor, is much better than the martial arts you have learned..."
Yang Yu replied.
Bodhidharma never said it explicitly, but he knew in his heart that this great Zen master did not care about the orthodoxy of future generations.
On the contrary, he has been dead for two thousand years and has not forgotten to ask him to clean up the family. This shows how much he values the orthodoxy.
Therefore, he understood very well that although the twelve unique skills were given to him, he still wanted to pass them on to him.
"Twelve unique skills?"
Jie Se was startled at first, then smiled bitterly, but then he remembered what kind of martial arts this great practice of bitter meditation was.
What is asceticism?
This is a very ancient practice.
It is said that one can maintain inner piety by enduring severe pain and exercising extreme restraint on one's physical desires.
Its fundamental is to achieve a clear mind and nature through extreme self-control, self-discipline, and rejection of material and physical temptations.
Many of the unique skills passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma have their own reasons for being lost. The reason for this great practice of bitter meditation is that it is too difficult to practice, and the gains are not proportional to the efforts.
According to legend, the mastery of this painful Zen practice only allows you to live longer, but as for its power...
"Whether he succeeds in his cultivation or not, that's his business, but I will repay the interest on your behalf. Now, let's talk about it..."
He naturally knew what the great practice of bitter meditation was, otherwise he would not have given it to the old monk.
As he said that, he glanced at Jiese and handed over the elixir:
"What happened? Why did the illusion collapse for no reason? Did your ancestor leave any words?"
"call!"
He took the elixir from Yang Yu, drank it, took a deep breath, and then said:
"After I parted with you that day, my ancestor took me far away and to many, many places..."
There is no hiding, rebooting comes one by one.
That day, after handing the Buddha statue to Yang Yu, Bodhidharma left with his precepts. On the way, he taught him various methods of observing the precepts, many Buddhist scriptures, and only martial arts. Because he was too poor in light kung fu, he passed them on to the doorstep.
No trace of snow.
What's more, is taking him around the world...
"...The young monk was confused as to why the illusion collapsed at the time, but after thinking about it, I am afraid that the Patriarch has already arranged everything on the day when he hands the Buddha statue to you..."
Jie Se sighed, took out a dusty stone from his arms, and handed it to Yang Yu:
"After coming out, the young monk discovered that this thing was on his body. If I expected it to be true, I'm afraid this is what the ancestor left for you..."
This is,
"Relic?"
Yang Yu's eyes trembled, and he could already feel the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will within it.
He stared hard, but felt that the aura within it was vague and illusory, as if it was shrouded by invisible force, and could not help but be destroyed...
'This breath...'
Yang Yu pressed his chest lightly, but there was no response from the Cauldron of Gluttony. Obviously, the relic was not considered food, or in other words, it had been damaged.
only……
Holding the relic, Yang Yu focused his attention and also activated:
【Dharma Relic】
[The legacy of Honghua, the great master of Zen Buddhism, contains his spirit...]
【Destroyed】
"It should be the relic left by the founder after his death. Later generations of Zen disciples have been looking for it for a long time, but they didn't expect that it was the old man who took it himself..."
Retirement looks sad:
"It's a pity that the aura within it is already very weak, and there is no trace of writing left..."
The words stopped abruptly, and the young monk suddenly raised his head and was speechless.
But he saw Yang Yu pick up the relic and press it between his eyebrows. This press actually went in!
Press, press in?!
He was shocked beyond words. He wanted to reach out but was forced back a few steps by an invisible force. Looking again, Yang Yu's figure had been shrouded in Zhen Gang.
Several streaks of vague gray-black energy lingered around him, and it was this gray-black energy that forced him back.
"Five Ghost Transport Technique?!"
…
Buzz!
The moment the relic was pressed into the center of his eyebrows, Yang Yu used the power of his heavenly eyes to catch a glimpse of the extremely faint Buddha's light.
No, it’s not just Buddha’s light!
The thin Buddha light was clearly mixed with an unknown aura, which was slowly turning like a big millstone, constantly strangulating the Buddha light.
"Tongyou!"
Without hesitation, Yang Yu once again urged the Netherworld, and his will was lifted to the limit. With the superposition of various abilities, he managed to 'hear' intermittent sounds from the thin Buddha light.
"A wisp of obsession... Although I relied on the illusion to receive this palm from me... I can die in peace..."
"The Divine Palm of the Great Sun Tathagata is worthy of being the best in ancient and modern times... The various martial arts that I have exerted all my energy to achieve seem not worth mentioning compared with this one..."
Yang Yu was very focused, and just now in a trance, he saw the looming Buddha Mountain and the old monk who was almost invisible in the mist.
The picture was so blurry that it was impossible to recognize, but the ruins of broken walls and mountain debris could still be vaguely seen. It was unknown whether it was due to the collapse of the illusion or the aftermath of the fight between the two.
Someone said something, but he couldn't hear clearly. He only heard one sentence intermittently:
"Eternal life is not about living...can you...get out of the illusion?"
"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die at night... Don't you really want to take a look at the great avenues of heaven and earth..."
"I have found my way."
"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"
"road……"
The picture became much clearer at this moment. Yang Yu concentrated on it and saw a faint Buddha's light among the ruins.
The old monk stepped up to the sky, formed Buddha seals with his ten fingers, and hit the unattainable clouds and mist that were as high as the Bodhisattva lotus platform:
"This is the Tao!"
boom!
The picture flashed by, and Yang Yu's eyebrows tingled unconsciously. After a moment, he heard a sound.
Hoarse, bitter.
"This is not your martial arts..."
"The way of martial arts was opened by me, and all the essence of the past three thousand years should also be attributed to me. What is it or what is it not?"
"Martial arts are not yours...I once saw traces of an ancient sect in a fantasy world, in which martial arts were spread..."
There was a sound coming from the blurry picture.
Martial arts before ancient times?
Yang Prison couldn't help but be startled. He was very focused and wanted to hear it more clearly. Unfortunately, it was still blurry and a paragraph was clearly missing.
But I can vaguely guess something...
"...What kind of punch is this?"
"You can still be considered a Zen master by talking nonsense?"
"Every word of what I said is true..."
"I don't know... the Zen martial arts that you are so proud of is nothing in my eyes... This fist was taken from a younger generation of later generations, and it is called 'Ba Fist'..."
"This sword... is called, Seven Tribulations..."
"This punch summons Tiangang..."
"This sword kills the three yin demons..."
There was a brief silence, and the old monk's voice repeated intermittently:
"This is not your martial arts..."
"The sea embraces hundreds of rivers, and all rivers merge together. Martial arts are never built behind closed doors... The other generation realizes the rudiment, and I deduce the final result. Yes or no, what does it matter?"
"...The prototype? Mr. Lu, during the few times when the illusion was opened, I also heard that there were two supreme masters in later generations..."
"...In my eyes, they are just young boys. Their martial arts intentions may be good, but they are far from great achievements..."
"Mr. Lu, why did you deceive a lonely soul? Since ancient times, martial arts have been created based on one's own will. This hegemonic fist does not have your will..."
"...You have been sitting in the well for too long, how could you know how high the world is? You have endured two thousand years of life and death, and it is not easy. Unfortunately, with a single soul and an obsession, you can't go any further..."
"...A warrior can learn thousands of martial arts, but he only has one kind of will... Mr. Lu, you can't fool me..."
"Yeah?"
A chuckle, extremely clear.
At this moment, Yang Yu saw the Big Buddha Mountain again, the rickety old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds and mist...
Buzz!
By this time, the light had become so intense that Yang Yu could no longer see anything except that the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.
"Your martial arts style seems to be called 'Living Bodhidharma'? Then take a look, I deduce it based on it..."