An empty shell, where does the inner demon come from?
Green lotus color flag?
Do Lingbao also have inner demons?
Master Lingbao is not sure, because he is just an empty shell created by a thought.
The sage’s magical power, the chess pieces selected from the dream.
Just a dreamer!
How does the person in the dream know so much?
Dreamers only know things in dreams.
Therefore, he has no idea about the saint’s secrets.
Therefore, Master Lingbao became afraid.
Inner demons...
The innate fear is entangled in Tao's heart.
He is not afraid of death or losing his soul, because he is just a person in a dream, a dream in vain.
Death is not a punishment, or even a reward.
It's even more insignificant if your soul is scattered!
He can return to dreams and his true nature.
In the dream of eternal annihilation of the essence, he is immortal.
But, the inner demon is different.
Once the inner demon arises and cannot be extinguished in time, everything will inevitably fall into the abyss.
Just like those demonic Buddhas and evil Bodhisattvas who fell into the sea of blood and sank into the depths of the Netherworld.
Thinking of this, Master Lingbao immediately sat down cross-legged.
Every line of Sanskrit chant was read out from his mouth.
Let his Taoist mind have a moment of peace.
But soon, Master Lingbao discovered that if he stopped chanting sutras, the desire to talk would take over in his soul.
And in this silent treasure, isolated from the three realms.
The only thing he could do was to pick up a pen and write down his life on paper.
Anything goes!
But he must write. If he doesn't write, he will feel very uncomfortable.
Moreover, the urge to talk will become stronger and stronger as you write.
In the beginning, he could write whatever he wanted.
But, after a few days, he realized that he had to write something real and valuable.
"It is indeed the inner demon!"
Inner demon!
The enemy of all ascetics!
But Taoist monks only need to face the questioning of their own inner demons and Taoist hearts during the heavenly tribulation.
However, under the Western sect, inner demons are always with you like a shadow.
Legend has it that even saints gave birth to inner demons.
This is a special reason for Western orthodoxy.
The Western Dao regards adultery as a savage beast and regards greed, anger and ignorance as its enemies.
Only those who can overcome the mortal world and let go of their obsessions can achieve Bodhi.
As an empty shell, Master Lingbao immediately fell into true despair.
Because he knows that whether he kills this inner demon or not, he is in a desperate situation.
The true body will not let any thoughts that may be invaded by inner demons contaminate the great dream of annihilation or stain the flawless Buddha heart.
Therefore, it starts from the moment the inner demon is born from his soul.
There is no possibility for him to return to the dreamland.
Therefore, since his birth, he has never been as panicked as he is now.
…
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The sound of the wooden fish echoed in the temple and touched people's hearts.
The monk under his cassock was trembling, staring at the golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of him.
"How good! How good!" The monk lowered his eyebrows and chanted: "My Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings!"
However, there was a voice beside my ears, whispering: "Really?"
"Is my Buddha really compassionate?"
"Then why, since this year, in the Nanming Kingdom, there are thousands of miles of red land, the people are living in poverty, changing their children to eat, but I, the Buddha, turn a blind eye? Instead, the heads of the temples are urging the 'Buddha Fragrance'?!"
"Did you see it yesterday?"
"The family of four that the foreign minister of the temple kneeled down..."
"They knelt and died outside the Bodhisattva's dojo, but until their death, the Bodhisattva didn't show any mercy to them?!"
The monk became ferocious in front of him.
The death state of the four corpses that I saw with my own eyes at the gate of the temple yesterday appeared before my eyes.
Men, women, children, girls.
A family of four huddled together.
The two children's eyes were wide open, their yellow hair looked like withered weeds, and their bodies were as hunched as dry firewood.
They are starving to death.
Starve to death in front of the Bodhisattva's monastery, starve to death in front of the temple that is full of incense and has millions of stones in savings.
And the Bodhisattva just looked at it.
The monks in the temple just watched.
The golden bodies of Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats in the temple just looked at them like this.
No one is moved, no one is emotional.
"Shut up!" The monk said with a stern look on his face: "My Buddha is so compassionate, how can I tolerate blasphemy?"
"Cause and karma are an endless cycle. Perhaps that family of four committed evil in the past life and will just pay for it in this life!"
"Hahaha!" whispered in the ear, laughing wildly.
"Remember a year ago?"
"The Lord of Nanming Kingdom, come to this Samantabhadra Temple to fulfill your wish..."
"Three thousand soldiers opened the way, and six thousand Buddhist slaves paid tribute..."
"Everyone holds incense and copper in their hands, and everyone pays tribute with silk and silk!"
"Why did he come to fulfill his wish?!"
The voice asked: "Do you remember?!"
"You remember!"
The monk's expression gradually solidified.
Of course he remembers, of course he remembers.
The leader of the Nanming Kingdom came to Nanming Puxian Temple a year ago to fulfill his vow because before that, the people of the Nanming Kingdom could not bear the oppression and revolted.
The rebel army quickly swept across the country.
Valley/span> Then, three thousand Buddhist soldiers went to battle at Nanming Puxian Temple.
Kill 100,000 rebels!
"Let's see..."
"You remember!"
"Yes, you remember!"
The voice said in my ear: "You remember my original wish!"
The monk named Ben Yuan lowered his head.
But the scene in front of me was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The corpses of countless rebels covered the hills and blocked the rivers.
They fought until their last breath.
When the Buddhist soldiers reached their central tent.
Every Buddhist soldier fell into the deepest terror.
Because in the big tent, the man who commanded the rebel army, attacked the city, destroyed the temple and burned the city, was wearing a cassock and holding a Buddhist staff, but he did not have any Buddhist practice, he was just an ordinary monk.
But such a person almost overturned the entire Nanming!
He looked calmly and calmly at the Buddhist soldiers who were coming.
"Buddha said all living beings are equal!"
"Why is the Buddha not among all living beings?! Not among the five elements?"
"Could it be that Buddha is more noble than us?!"
"If this is the case, how can there be equality?!"
White robe and cassock, his blood is black and yellow.
The holy monk looked kindly at the monks holding swords.
He smiled like an enlightened being.
"Buddha said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end..."
"Then why, what I see with my eyes and know personally is that evil people are high in the temples, and the temple directors are all well-dressed and well-educated?"
"But all sentient beings are living in hell. Even if they pray all day long and devote themselves to worshiping the Buddha, they will inevitably have no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to fill their stomachs, and entire villages will starve to death?!"
…
"Buddha said there is neither greed nor delusion..."
"Then why do we have to offer incense to the public? Even allow all living beings to use their whole lives to worship?!"
…
"I have knelt before the Buddha in one life after another...but I never saw the spiritual mountain or the Buddha!"
"I only see that all living beings are suffering, but the Buddha has no eyes and the Bodhisattva has no heart!"
"If this is the case..."
"Then what use does this Buddha have to me?"
"What does this Buddhist teaching have to do with me?!"
boom!
A huge palm fell from the sky and beat the monk under the cassock into a pulp.
Those who slander the Buddha will forever be trapped in a sea of suffering!
but……
In front of all the Buddhist soldiers, Ben Yuan, the leader of the Luohan Hall of Nanming Puxian Temple, could not help lowering his head at that moment and sighed: "Amitabha!"
It was also this sigh.
There was another voice in his ears.
There is no reason and no trace of the sound can be found.
Until today, Ben Yuan didn’t know that it was his heartfelt voice.
It’s also his inner demon!
"Shut up, you bastard!" Muyu's voice became confused.
Ben Wan's expression became extremely complicated.
"How do you know my Buddha's great vows, and how do you know true compassion?!"
"Really?" The voice whispered and chuckled: "Really?!"
I took a deep breath and looked at the golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of me.
The Bodhisattva is compassionate, has a solemn face, and has a sacred golden body.
But for some reason, I just wanted to pick up the wooden fish in my hand and smash the golden body of the Bodhisattva!
What I don’t know is that in Hezhou, Xiniu, there are more than 100,000 miles of mountains and rivers, hundreds of temples and countries.
There is more than one person like him.
He is never alone.
…
Deep in the Nine Nether Sea of Blood.
Saint Zhunti, who was sitting here, suddenly opened his eyes.
A series of solemn Buddha heads grew out of his body.
Each Dharma eye shines in all directions.
A few days ago, Yu Yu's battle outside the sky reappeared before the saint's eyes.
The sufferings of the five aggregates often fall on Yu Yutian, and all sentient beings have questions and obsessions pouring in.
But the Lingbao Tianzun was not affected at all.
A circle appears from beneath the feet.
Countless patterns spewed out from all directions.
Saint Zhunti lowered his head and sighed: "Mercy! Mercy!"
"Why do I often think back to that day of the battle?"
"What went wrong?!"
It is a pity that although the saint can see the underworld, he knows everything.
However, he will not easily listen to the thoughts of all sentient beings in the world.
Moreover, saints make hundreds of millions of fortunes, so those with deep obsessions and difficult karma often fall into inner demons, collapse themselves, and become demons.
How could a saint track them down one by one?
Therefore, even though I mention the saint, I still feel uneasy.
