The subordinates of the Zangxinhui all watched Sikong Qiuxuan meditating hard, but found nothing. They all knew that the leader was doing big things, and the clues Xu Nu was looking for were also crucial.
The point is, these words are really nonsense, and no old monk has ever heard of them.
No matter how smart a person is, he is helpless when faced with the contents of these heavenly books. After a long time, Sikong Qiuxuan breathed out, "Thank you for your hard work. Let's all leave."
"Chief, you really don't need our services anymore?"
Sun Yanyan was asking questions from the side.
"No need, you all have your own things to do, let's go"
Sikong Qiuxuan asked everyone to leave, and watched for a while, but couldn't find any clues.
Subconsciously he took out the bead from his sleeve, and the cold touch made him excited.
There are two beads, one for the senior sister and one for him. They share it equally and each looks for clues.
Sikong Qiuxuan would play with it when he had nothing to do, but he didn't expect that it would have such a strange effect.
"By the way, these things, closely followed by the beads, could they also be related to the Nine Dharma Heads7"
The more Sikong Qiuxuan thought about it, the more likely it was, so he wanted to find his senior sister Fu Ruyi to prove it.
She was responsible for this matter, so the senior sister probably knows what clues there are.
"gone?"
When Sikong Qiuxuan returned to Yunzhong Dao Palace, facing the closed door, the gatekeeper said that Fu Ruyi had just left.
"You must have avoided me on purpose, what a good luck charm.
Sikong Qiuxuan was furious.
Little did he know that he was not the only one who was a step too late.
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A fallen leaf fell from the branch, drifted into the water, and flowed along the stream.
This picture of stillness amid movement is very charming and makes people stare at it for a long time.
The hairless man looked away, and there was silence behind him. The place was filled with bald followers and believers.
This is the gathering place of the Wufa sect. They usually wander around and live in no fixed place. Unlike other sects, they have no foundation.
Therefore, wherever you go, you will find the religious group.
These bald heads have some kind of ghost in them. They all have kind eyebrows and kind eyes. They bow their heads and meditate silently. They have a little bit of anger in them, and their faces are somewhat similar to those of those without hair.
The unforgivable marquis was clearly in the queue, but he was not sitting on either side of Wufa, but three or four people separated him.
"Falling leaves and passing water bring great opportunities for Zen."
The non-haired man took his breath slowly and began to recite, "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walk deeply"
Word by word, I began to recite the Heart Sutra. Today, many years later, the errors and omissions in the scripture have been corrected.
Wufa used his great wisdom and perseverance to supplement and correct this text.
Wang Fu's move back then has now paid off.
If an uninitiated person is still free to express himself, God knows what scriptures he can create on his own, but a Heart Sutra will trap him within this framework.
For many years, they have only added, subtracted and corrected the scriptures.
The surrounding followers and believers all listened to the scriptures sincerely and felt infinite satisfaction in their hearts.
At the end of the reading of the Heart Sutra, although there are still many mistakes and omissions, it is mostly complete.
Those who have no enlightenment know that when this piece of scripture is completed, it will be the day when they become enlightened.
With this thought, Wufa's mind suddenly opened up, and countless messages came to him. "It's good, I see the way forward."
"One day, I will achieve great enlightenment and achieve the fruition status. I will not be a god or immortal, but a Buddha."
As these words fell, the void vibrated, and there was a brand-new word, Buddha, everywhere in the world.
Masters such as Guishentuo and Fu Ruyi felt something in their hearts, or drew with their fingers on the ground, or twisted the smoke into shapes, and all presented this brand-new font.
The left side is human and the right side is Buddha. When combined, it becomes the word "Buddha".
At this moment, Wufa established the direction of the future, and did not fall into the fruit of the gods. He surpassed it and was named Buddha.
From all over the world, in the mountains or deep sea, in inaccessible places, or on the streets, people of all shapes and sizes raised their heads one after another, sensing the threat.
There are young girls picking lotuses with their baskets bent, madmen walking barefoot wholesale, and female musicians playing strings on railings. They are either ghosts, gods, or immortals. They were originally hiding in the world, waiting for the opportunity to take action, but in the end they failed.
"The great calamity is coming."
This is not the arrival of ghosts from heaven, but the fate of destroying their orthodox status.
With just one thought, a monstrous amount of blood appeared in front of my eyes.
As a result, all the ghosts, gods and immortals left blood and tears, and the power in their bodies was uncontrollable. All humans, animals, grass and trees within a radius of a thousand miles were shattered into pieces and turned into flying ash.
The gods rained tears and the immortals wept blood. They foresaw the impending disaster.
This catastrophe is different from the previous struggle for fruition status. It is about destroying the existence of all ghosts and gods in one drink and replacing it with another higher-level existence.
By the quiet stream, the man without hair finished speaking, with a smile on his lips, and said to the many believers and followers.
"I once said that if I want to save all sentient beings, I'll start with you first."
"Your goal is to become a Buddha. Before that, I will give you a new title."
The helpless man looked at the flowing water and sighed, "Enter my door and you will be human for two lifetimes."
Use a pen to write a few words on the ground, and finally say, "I was once a common man."
The person without hair moved his fingers like flying and wrote a brand new character, "Monk, just in response to the sentence just now, I was once a layman."
"From now on, there is no difference between you. You are all monks."
"My sect, where all sentient beings live, is the convenient door to the Buddha's path for people."
"From now on, you will be the Buddhist Sangha."
Many newly minted monks were moved to tears. They bowed respectfully to the hairless man and chanted in unison, "How good, my Buddha is merciful."
This scene was not hidden, but was made openly and openly to the public.
The news spread quickly to all directions, and everyone knew about it, including ghosts, gods, immortals, and the ghost tribes of the ten directions.
Buddhism, regardless of humans or ghosts, can teach the true Dharma to those who take refuge in it.
What's more important is that there is a limit to the number of Buddhas who will achieve Buddhahood in the future, surpassing ghosts, gods and immortals.
The second largest one, there were several old evil ghosts who came to seek refuge and worship at the seat of the Wufa One.
Well, there are also a few old faces among the monks. According to legend, they are Master Gao Tian who has been hiding in the world for many years.
Business robbers are coming, and industry competition is more hateful than the hatred of murder and the hatred of wife.
The Shifang Ghost Tribe, the Jinkai system of practicing sects, began to encounter unprecedented attacks.
In particular, the monks under Wufa even revealed that Buddhism has a boat to cross the tribulation, which can take them smoothly through the catastrophe of annihilation when the ghosts come to the world. Although it is not true and false, the temptation is too great.
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Sikong Piao Xuanfu was hiding behind the door and sulking. He finally knew the information about those clues, but now, what's the use?
The baby with the writing on his palm was accepted into Buddhism by the Sangha and was raised as a natural-born Buddhist child.
What kind of person is Buddha? It is clearly the word "Buddha" invented by a person without hair.