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Chapter 432 Bodhi Books Without Trees

This is the cave of climbing the sky located in Qingguo. The mountains are like forests, lined up one after another. The mountains and rocks exude a vicissitudes of life, with folds stacked, like old faces.

Perhaps it was because the Qing Kingdom sounded a bit like the Qin Kingdom, or perhaps because there were temples and monks in Qing Kingdom far away from Dakuang, or perhaps because he had no way to go. That year, the three dynasties hunted the bottomless pits on a large scale, and he escaped by chance. He knew that Dakuang had no other place to live, so he traveled a long distance, avoiding the pursuit of the immortals, gods and demons of the three dynasties again and again, walking through the desert hills, flying over the mountains and seas, and coming to the Qing Kingdom where the intersection of the east and west realms is also a rare land that has not been included in the three dynasties.

The people of Qing Kingdom were moved to three dynasties, leaving behind ancient temples and monks who could only recite scriptures.

"Amitabha."

Walking out of the cave, the young monk yelled the Buddha's name.

The sound of Buddha is like a bell, spreading from afar and directly into the old temple.

There were monks in the temple chanting scriptures. When they heard the sound of Buddha, they all looked in awe and closed their hands towards the cave. Not only were the monks, but even the birds, beasts, insects and fish in the forest stopped moving. The birds fell on the branches, and the fish raised their heads from the river and worshiped them in the direction of the cave.

For the monks in Qingguo Yi Temple, except for the old host who had lived for no reason, the one they admired the most was the ascetic monk in the Celestial Cave. He would come to the temple to practice Zen for a while every year, and distinguish the Dharma from the old host in public. The two of them were erect and explained the Zen Taoist path in a wild way, and they were fascinated by the monks and admired them. Often after distinguishing the Dharma, the ascetic monk in the white robe without dust would go to the Celestial Cave to close his death, and would go to the Celestial Cave to stay in seclusion for a year until the next year, and appear in the temple again.

The elderly monks passed away one after another, and the young monks became old monks in the years when they were invisible. Except for the occasional monks passing by the Hang Temple, no new monks were added to the temple. To this day, there are only dozens of old monks left in the largest temple in the country of Qing. I don’t know when they will be summoned to the Western Paradise by the Buddha. Their greatest wish is to see the host and the ascetic monk in the rest of the world.

Buddhism should not have the idea of ​​victory or defeat in Buddhism, but they are just monks, not Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. If all monks in the world can achieve excessive anger and ignorance, then what other Buddhas are needed?

"Amitabha."

The same Buddha chant sounded again, but this time it was in the temple.

The old monks chanting the scriptures looked at the young white-robed monk in surprise and looked at each other.

"Amitabha, Master remembers the wrong day, and the year has not yet arrived."

A monk bowed and returned the gift, reminding him kindly.

The young monk looked solemn and smiled faintly at the old monk who spoke: "There is no different law. If you love yourself and put your heart into consideration, isn't that a big mistake?"

The old monk was stunned and speechless. The other old monks bowed their heads one by one, pondered hard, and understood the meaning of the master's words.

"I have never said that you just thought too much." Seeing the monks fall into deep thought, the young monk smiled: "If the heart is bound, it will be bound; if the heart is not bound, it will be free."

When the monks heard this, they suddenly became clear. The old monk who had spoken before was blushed with shame, lowered his hunches, and bowed to the young monk's hands and bowed to him.

At this moment, a burst of Zen sound came from the depths of the temple.

"Although the flower seeds are planted in the land, peanuts are planted from the ground. If no one planted them, the flower seeds will be gone without birth. Without beauty, you have bound their hearts, but you blame them for not being able to untie them. You hold the cause and make them unable to see the fruit, how can you be free?"

"Host!"

"The host has also come out of seclusion!"

The old monks showed joy on their faces and couldn't help but scream.

The presidency and the ascetic monks had not yet opened the hall, so how could they not be ecstatic?

In a blink of an eye, a short figure walked out of the temple. If anyone outsiders were here, they would be shocked. The monk called the host by the old monks was actually a child of four or five years old. Seeing the host getting younger and younger every year, the old monks were all right, just like when they saw the unpretentiousness of blood but not as handsome as humans, their colors were empty, they could not be without form, like dreams and bubbles.

Looking at the host, Wuhua put his palms together and lowered the Buddha's name. When he raised his head, he shook his head and sighed: "The body is a Bodhi tree, and his heart is like a mirror platform. Sweep it frequently and do not cause dust. If I am dust, I only blame them for not being able to sweep the Zen heart. If the Zen heart is dirty, it is better to be a mirror."

After the words came to an end, the old monks felt a little more ashamed.

"Host, Wuhua said so much. After all, we have no wisdom, cannot be a Bodhi tree, and cannot sweep away the dust in our hearts."

He chanted the Buddha's name lowly, and an old monk said to the presidency in shame.

"Don't panic, listen to me." The child-like host smiled, walked up seriously, and said aloud: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?"

"Amitabha!"

The monks clasped their hands together, and looked grateful on their faces. They felt suddenly enlightened. Then they looked at Wuhua, but were curious about how he could tell.

But I saw Wuhua looking west from afar, his eyes shining long and far, as if there was something that attracted him.

The monks followed Wu Hua's eyes and looked curiously, but saw nothing.

"Where is the Buddha?"

Wuhua suddenly asked.

All the monks were stunned, but they didn't expect that Master Wuhua actually gave up and continued to fight with the host. This was something that had never happened before. Could it be that he had given up?

Only the presidency of Yi Temple found something was wrong. He hurriedly recited a Buddhist voice, like a wake-up call, exploding in Wuhua's ears.

He smiled, Wuhua turned his head: "It's useless, I'm determined."

"All sentient beings can become Buddhas. They are also Buddhas and Bodhisattvas." He raised his hand and pointed at the elderly disciples and presided over the presidency.

The old monks were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they all retreated and shook their hands, saying that they could not help them.

"Host? What is the host? Who can describe it? What is the host? "The young host asked.

Old monks, look at me, I look at you, speechless.

"If the host looks like something, what is the difference between it and pig, dog, cattle and sheep? Similarly, although the Buddha and Bodhisattva cannot see it, it remains in the heart of wisdom."

The young host said, looking at Wuhua.

"Hahaha......"

In the surprised eyes of the monks, Master Wuhua, who had always been solemn but gentle, raised his head and laughed, and his eyebrows showed a look that they had never seen before.

"One hundred and thirty-nine years ago, you left me here, saying that you would like to follow the Buddhist path with me, wait for the Buddha to come to the Western Paradise, and go to the Western Paradise to achieve the honour. But I waited for 139 years, but I never realized the existence of the Buddha in your mouth. Where is the Western Paradise? What is the Buddha? If you only stay in the Zen mind, everyone can become a Buddha, so why should you wait for him to come to the Western Paradise?"

He lowered his head, and a trace of charming light flashed in his handsome eyes, which made the monks frightened.

"I'll wait for them for 139 years, wait for them to kill demons and eliminate demons and save all living beings. But if they really exist, why don't they come to save us?"

The breeze blew across the dry old trees in the temple, and three or four yellow leaves floated down, but it could no longer sweep the broken Zen heart of the Wuhuan mirror.

He could not detect the existence of the Buddha, but could hear the call of his companions. He knew that as long as he left the cave of the sky, he would become the demon monk who was full of killing back then. But since he had no Buddha, he would still be a monk.

Bodhi has no trees, and a mirror is not a platform. There is nothing originally, so where can dust be caused?

"Everyone, I've said goodbye."

He waved his hands to the monks in Qingguo Yi Temple with a smile, and walked towards the south without Hua. His solemn and gentle temperament disappeared. Every time he took a step, the tyrannical aura hidden under his Zen heart became deeper.

"No, wait a little longer."

The cry of the Qingguo presidency came from his ears, and Wuhua laughed silently.

He walked forward, his steps were heavy and firm. After waiting for so many years and believed in it for so many years, he had become a master of Buddhist scriptures and Zen theory, but he had not waited for his conversion.

The blood flowing in his body was about to move. He had long since wanted to wait. Until today, he finally had the excuse to return to that land.

Just then, panicked shouts rang out.

"Diet."

"The host was summoned to the Western Paradise."

"The Buddha appears, I am merciful!"

His body shook, Wuhua stopped his steps, and he pursed his lips tightly and looked back.

The fire light not far away seemed to burn on the other side far away from him. The sound of Buddha sounded from the end of the sky, the bright flowers were gorgeous, and the Buddha Dharma images, and the Bodhisattva of Compassionate Brows were flying over the Qingguo Yi Temple, chanting scriptures.

The young host sat upright in the fire, looked at Wuhua, recited his last Buddha's name in the world, and then gradually disappeared, leaving only the cassock burning in the fire, turning into dust, drifting with the wind, and falling silently into Wuhua's heart.

It turns out that becoming a Buddha is only in one thought, whether to pass over or not, or in the moment when you pick a flower.

But I, Buddha, why do you want to give up me and save him?

Just because the blood flowing in my body is dirty and dirty in your wisdom eyes?

Wuhua laughed loudly, tears flowing out of her eyes.

Amid the Buddhist chants of the old monks in Qingguo Yi Temple, he flew south without looking back. When he passed the cave of climbing the sky, he raised his arms and the skulls of immortal gods and demons he killed along the way were flying high, stringing them into a shocking Buddhist bead.

"I Buddha, I will go to the West to Lingshan next year and I will definitely find you to distinguish the method."

Smiling lowly, the unpretentious way.

In that year, the last host of Qingguo Yi Temple passed away and ascended to the Pure Land. In the same year, a demon monk went south.
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