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In Qinglong Temple, a group of tantric Buddhist monks followed suit, walking in small steps in the back hall.
When they were approaching Tallinn, they pushed each other one by one, but they all stopped moving forward.
The great master in red clothes walked out of the apse. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but stare and said: "What are you afraid of? Even if there is a scene of hell, it is just to witness enlightenment, but to recite the mantra and practice
By holding the seal, you will become a mandala and all hells will be surrendered, so why should you be afraid?"
A group of sutra-study monks quickly said: "Great Curse Master, we have only been taught the "Eight Auspicious Divine Mantras" and failed to practice the seal deeds. We have become mandalas. Now there are several novices passing by the pagoda forest in the backyard.
When I saw the murals on the wall, I fell into hell!"
"We are so frightened that we even asked the spell master to spare us the task of lighting candles!"
The third disciple of the Tantric Snow Mountain Master frowned slightly, but waved them away.
Behind him, another mage in red walked out and said: "Bu Kong, if you let them go, who will replenish the everlasting lamp oil in Talin today? You know, the Master set up the Diamond Realm Mandala in Talin to suppress those two boys.
, all the light within it cannot be extinguished.”
"Those two boys are not good things!" Fukong insisted: "Master suppressed them and provoked that little monster, which is an ominous sign."
"It drew the "Picture of the True Situation of Hell in the Ten Directions" on the wall of the backyard as a warning. Senior brother also went to see this picture, and almost fell into hell, right? It can be seen that the gold and silver boy has a great origin."
"In the past few days, there have been more than a dozen sutra-study monks passing by here. They were frightened when they saw the hell picture and fell into hell."
"Even you and my junior brothers, several of them have fallen into danger."
"Now the hell is still expanding. You had to see this picture a few days ago to fall into the hell. Nowadays, many monks can still feel the illusion of hell when they meditate. After many people wake up, the body of the hell is tortured.
There are no traces, and seven or eight people disappeared while meditating."
"People in the temple are panicked..."
"It's just a god of heretics!" The second senior brother frowned slightly: "If you learn a little bit about Buddhism from me, you can draw some picture of hell on the outer wall. When the founder comes out of seclusion, you can suppress it with a raise of your hand!"
"It's bad!" Another junior brother came to report in a hurry: "The ancestor...the two diamond dragon carp that the ancestor raised in the fish pond were fished away!"
"Who is so bold?"
The second senior brother was furious, waving his sleeves and said: "It's just that the evil god has invaded us, so everyone thinks that our tantric sect is a soft persimmon? These are the two dragons and carps that the ancestor invited from the snowy Buddhist kingdom. They have always been very fond of them!"
He took a few steps, and suddenly a bright silver hook fell from the sky and caught his mouth!
The second senior brother struggled hard, but the silver hook was like a crescent moon, hooking his mouth, making it impossible to pronounce the mantra...
He formed a seal with his hands, and the great mighty virtue seal had just appeared, and the infinite mighty spirit turned into the blessing of invisible gods.
But even if he invited Mount Sumeru down at that moment, he still couldn't stop him from lifting up the fishhook and jumping into the sky.
Fu Kong had just finished talking to the junior brother, and when he sensed the aura of the Great Mighty De Seal, he turned around, only to see nothing behind him.
When he looked back, he could only see his junior brother's eyes widening, his teeth chattering and pointing behind him...
"fish……"
"Don't panic, what happened?"
Fu Kong quickly blessed the lion seal and used the supreme majesty of a lion to suppress the inner demons of the junior brother.
"Second Senior Brother...Second Senior Brother was caught with a fishhook!"
After hearing this, Fu Kong immediately walked towards the backyard. The true picture of hell that came into view was dark and terrifying, and familiar faces appeared on the murals.
Dozens of monks looked extremely horrified, either sinking in a pool of blood or piercing the mountain of swords.
Fu Kong had a solemn expression on his face. Every time he saw this picture of the true form of hell, the expressions and movements of the people on it, and even the punishments they received, were different.
But he recited the mantra, held the womb seal, and transformed into a lotus mandala. He walked through the eighteen levels of hell step by step. When he was about to reach the Tallinn, there was a mural on the wall.
It is a simple stone bridge that spans the intersection of three rivers.
One of the three rivers is as red as blood, the other is as clear as the River of Forgetfulness, and the last one is deep and dark, leading to nowhere.
A little spirit sat cross-legged on the stone bridge, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, hanging down the stone bridge with a small fishing rod, and hanging on the fishhook was a frightened monk.
It was the second senior brother who was talking to him just now.
In the fish basket next to it, two golden carp were still jumping.
It was as if what was on the fishhook was not a Yin Shen monk who had attained Dharmakaya, but a real fish.
Fukong was startled and took several steps back, when suddenly there was a roar from behind him.
He suddenly turned around, only to see the hells in the ten directions sinking and turning into a demonic elephant with four snow-white fangs and two eyes burning with endless hell fire, staring at him.
"The Great Sun Tathagata!"
Fu Kong's hands bloom like lotus flowers, and he holds them like a treasure vase. A sense of firmness, wisdom and flexibility envelopes himself.
Immediately, the mudra was raised high, and a pool of water filled with wishes and great compassion and wisdom poured down like a clear spring, flowing down Fu Kong's head.
The cold and refreshing Wisdom Water cleared his mind, and the demonic image in his eyes receded.
Fu Kong was already sweating all over his body, and his clothes were wet with sweat...
"The second picture, the second mural appeared seven days later!"
"What's wrong with the Forgotten River? All living beings are like fish!"
Fu Kong looked at the four walls surrounding the tower, and the horror in his heart could no longer be suppressed by Buddhism.
The true nature of hell, the river of forgetfulness and the underworld...
What is the origin of the gold and silver boys suppressed by the Patriarch, and why do the most terrifying and profound things in Buddhism appear in Qinglong Temple?
Fu Kong recalled the situation when he saw his master suppressing two boys. The golden pagoda fell, and the two boys who only reached the waist were still laughing and playing without paying attention. One of them even tugged on the gourd around his waist, but
Pushed to the ground by another.
The master lowered the golden pagoda, but the golden boy among the boys just raised his hand and actually raised the Shengsheng pagoda.
Another child was rolling on the ground.
In the end, the Master personally manifested the golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata and landed on the top of the tower. Then he suppressed the golden tower and pressed the two boys at the bottom of the tower. Only then did the two boys panic and work together to push the golden tower.
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The golden pagoda trembled, and the entire Chang'an could faintly feel it.
Finally, with the joint efforts of Master and four elders, everything finally calmed down. Then that night, a mural appeared in the backyard of Qinglong Temple. Several disciples were missing in the temple. The news was leaked, and the entire Chang'an came to see it the next day.
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Fu Kong made up his mind, and for the present solution, he had to ask the master to come out of the golden pagoda!
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Qian Chen was sitting in the back hall of Tuoba Mansion. This was a small Buddhist hall in the back house, with an ever-burning lamp lit inside.
In the hall, there are even many magical instruments made of overseas sandalwood, with ten or twenty layers, as well as several stacks of handwritten scriptures, which are where the old lady made offerings to the Buddha.
Although Xianbei is a barbarian, he has been assimilated by Han customs since he has been in the customs for a long time.
Generally speaking, ordinary outsiders are not allowed to enter the back house, but monks are an exception.
After all, a monk is not considered a man!
As for the old lady Tuoba, she said without any offense that no one would dare to say anything even if they had a few faces at home.
The dignified great monk Yin Shen, can’t you enjoy this little fun?
Of course, judging from the copied scriptures, the old lady Tuoba was indeed dedicated to practicing Buddhism and her achievements were not small.
Qian Chen read the scrolls one by one and compared them with the scriptures in the Hua Zang Heart Seal that was vaguely present in his heart. He found that although Buddhism in the Hua Zang World was prosperous, its foundation was not as good as the Earthly Immortal World.
"Although the scriptures here are messy, the several secret mantras that appear from time to time are of great value. If you practice according to them, you can hold a variety of mantras and have considerable magical powers."
"From this point of view, the introduction to Tantric practice is actually a journey through the Dharma!"
"From mantras and mantras, yoga mudra, the body is the mandala, the three tantras are practiced together, the secret mantras are blessed, and the mudras are practiced, and finally the body is the mandala mandala. In this way, the three tantras are combined into one, which is equivalent to a relic.
The merits of my Taoist Golden Pill."
"But the relic is just a mandala, a small mandala."
"All kinds of mantras turned into incarnations of dharma nature and fell everywhere in the mandala, while their own nature turned into a Buddha, named the deity, and fell in the center of the mandala."
"This is a bit like Zhengyi's Dharma Altar Golden Elixir. They turn the Shinto Dharma Altar and Dojo into Golden Elixir relics and take them with you!"
"This tantric mandala is unprecedented in the Huazang world..."
"However, although the teachings of this sect are difficult and profound, they are dedicated to cultivating magical powers to save people in the world. In terms of honing the Taoist mind and Buddha nature, they are much inferior. The meaning of Shinto witchcraft is particularly strong, and many of the methods are perfect but difficult.
The intention is very high, but it deviates from the original intention of the Buddha."
Qian Chen casually filled the bowl with bitter water and drew a mandala around it.
It is based on the mandala flower in the eye, with the deity sitting in the center, then on the left is a Buddha transformed into a twelve-grade golden lotus, on the right is the original Buddha nature of the bodhi tree, in front of him is the sun, moon, lamp and lantern Buddha, behind him
It is the birth of the future Buddha.
To show that his sutra master is the Lotus Buddha of Merit, his preceptor is the Bodhi Buddha, his previous life was the Sun, Moon and Lamp Buddha, and his next life will be the enlightenment of the future Buddha.
This mandala achievement immediately turned into a mandala flower and fell into Qian Chen's hands.
But it is a Dharma Realm and a Buddhist great supernatural power - a mandala of two realms, in which Qian Chen's deity is enshrined.
At this moment, the curtain behind him actually moved. Qian Chen raised his head slightly and saw a tiger-headed head poking in. It was a child who was only six or seven years old. He was startled when he saw Qian Chen.
, the body is stiff.
He stayed there without moving, but the person behind him pushed him in...
"Pu Liuru! What are you doing here? I finally found a time when the old lady was not here!"
A dark, muscular boy from Xianbei, about fourteen or fifteen years old, followed him in.
Seeing Qian Chen, he was stunned for a moment, then turned back and said, "Who are you? This is the Buddhist hall of Mrs. Tuoba. If you enter without permission, you will be executed!"
Qian Chen smiled slightly and said, "I was invited to copy scriptures here!"
"Oh!" The boy was very courageous and walked in with his head pierced: "Then how many did you copy? Let me see?"
"You are here to steal scriptures!" Qian Chen said flatly.
"Black Otter!" The little boy behind him nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes, but the young man was not afraid and said calmly: "Pu Liuru, didn't you say that you were destined to be a Buddha when you were born? You were adopted by a nun.
Big one?"
"Hurry and help me see which of these scriptures is better! The magical powers you need to cultivate are powerful!"
He had already started rummaging around.
"It seems this is not your first time here!"
Qian Chen looked at the two of them meaningfully. The young man named "Black Otter" had already cultivated a lot of magic power and held two secret spells. He had already mastered the physical training and had a bright light in his eyes.
Sheng, full of thoughts.
"Alas!" Black Otter sat familiarly next to Qian Chen and asked, "Do you know which of the scriptures written by the old lady is the most powerful?"
Qian Chen thought for a while, pointed to the bluestone brick beside him and said: "This "Sun Moon, Lamp Light Tathagata's Original Vow Sutra" is the most powerful!"
"It contains the Mandala of the Buddha of the Future Stars, the Mahamudra of Eighteen World-Burning Yoga, and the mantras that uphold all mantras..."
"The future star mandala can cut off the future world, cultivate the five deities, and the three hundred and sixty dharma bodies; the eighteen world-burning yoga Mahamudra can destroy all worlds, burn the fire of karma, and cut off ignorance; always uphold all mantras and mantras, but
With only nine words, one can understand all dharma, all mantras, and all secret mantras. Each word can open up the world!"
Black Otter's eyes widened, he looked at the novice monk who was about the same age as himself, and said: "You are lying! There is no such scripture."
The boy next to him pulled him and pointed at the empty floor pointed by Qian Chen.
The black otter finally woke up, stood up and said, "Are you kidding me?"
"Monks don't lie!" Qian Chen said seriously, "Do you think so?"
Black Otter lowered his head to look again, but still saw nothing: "What are you looking at?"
"The world of reincarnation!"
Qian Chen looked serious.
Black Otter started to knock, wanting to see if there was anything hidden under the blue bricks, but when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly found that the tentacle place was empty.
That piece of blue brick is like a whole world.
Someone pushed lightly from behind him, and he lost his footing and fell into it with a scream.
When the boy named Pu Liuru saw this scene, his eyes widened in fright. A good person turned out to be still there, but after being pushed by the novice, he fell into the void and disappeared!
"You go in too!"
Qian Chen grabbed him by the collar and threw him into his mandala.
The mandala is like the world, with the mark of reincarnation blessing it.
One of the turns sent the two of them into the world of reincarnation.
"Reincarnation Walkers can indeed send people to the land of reincarnation, and can also stamp people with the mark of reincarnation... Well! It's quite convenient to open the mandala mandala, let's see how lucky they are!"...
Qian Chen can only send people to the reincarnation world he created now, and he can't take them out for the time being.
Whether they can become reincarnators depends on their luck!
"You are lucky to have met me. If you go to the world of reincarnation through my star mandala, you will be even more lucky. You can grab one or two magic weapons from it, and you can turn illusions into reality in that world.
Develop a secret magical power."
"Hmm! Let me see what you captured?"
"One captured the Bing Zi Seal, and the other captured the 'Kaihuang Sword'!"
"Hey! Do I know them?"
It will be dawn soon!
Tuoba Tao came in a hurry, but saw that there was no word on the scripture paper in front of Qian Chen.
He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Although asking you to copy scriptures is just for coping, but you really don't miss every word, it is too much!"
But Qian Chen shook his head slightly.
"Dharma nature does not fall? Are you a Tantra or a Zen sect?" Tuoba Tao understood.
Qian Chen simply said: "I can't read!"
Because of his clairvoyance, Qian Chen couldn't see words, or the words knew him, but he didn't know the words, because at one glance, everything was there, and he saw too many things, but he couldn't express them in words.
"Hahaha..." Tuoba Tao raised his head and laughed: "What an illiterate person!"
Tuoba Tao took out the conch, threw it into the air, and then slashed it with his long knife to separate it. The curse spirit inside was wiped out by the Bingsha roll.
The curse spirit dispersed, and lines of curses fell down on countless places around where writing paper could be dropped.
Weird and weird.
Even the Buddhist scriptures copied by Mrs. Tuoba herself had incantations embedded in them.
Tuoba Tao frowned slightly: "The Overseas Heavenly Curse Sect is really weird! Its curse spirit is immortal. Even if it is killed, it can be scattered, and then be held by others, and then reborn!"
"It is said that powerful people in Tantric Buddhism have gone overseas to collect all kinds of secret mantras, saying that they are magic curses, evil curses, and Buddhist curses. They contain great secrets, and if they are broken, they will be extremely dangerous."
"The great master of the Tantric Sect unlocked a secret spell and died violently on the same day as the Heavenly Curse Sect. Someone saw a headless witch god coming to the door. After three days, all his disciples died. The Heavenly Curse Sect waited until old man Zu An came from the Heavenly Curse Sect.
Return from the ruins!"
Tuoba Tao picked up the silver cup with the tip of his knife and said to Qian Chen: "This Taiyin silver cup was obtained by you, how should I repay you?"
Qian Chen just said gently: "That's your destiny!"
Tuoba Tao suddenly picked up a cup from Qian Chen's wooden bowl with a silver cup. The turbid liquid swayed slightly in the silver cup. Qian Chen frowned, but Tuoba Tao didn't care and raised his head to drink.
Immediately his whole face wrinkled into a ball, and after a long time he said: "It's so painful!"
Qian Chen frowned and looked at him. He felt that he was still being moved by foreign objects because he had not yet reached the level of spiritual practice. But when he thought about where the Taiyin Silver Soul came from, he just didn't want to get his hands on it. He even frowned and looked at the wooden bowl.
We can’t have this water anymore!
When he looked at Tuoba Tao, his eyes changed again - Boy, you already have a way to die!
Tuoba Tao endured the bitterness in his mouth, but found that the water had no mystery except that it was extremely bitter. He also saw that the lotus seeds in it had sprouted, and he thought to himself: "What kind of bitter lotus seeds are these? Could it be that this novice monk really has no other identity?"
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"Monk, you were robbed and sold by others, but I am not a person who keeps others to myself. If I let you go, where are you going to go?"
Qian Chen said honestly: "Chang'an!"
Tuoba Tao raised his eyebrows. This was an unexpected yet reasonable answer!
"Okay, you do something for me. After you finish it, I'll let you go to Chang'an." Tuoba Tao left without saying anything.
Qian Chen just waited silently in the Buddhist hall, waiting for the knife of request.
But the sudden slight fluctuation in Fate-Tong made him see that there seemed to be a younger brother of his among the six towns...
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Chapter completed!