After Tianjiu followed Abbot Kudeng into the Famen Temple, the monk Kuanxin at the foot of the steps was relieved, showing a long-lost look of joy, and his waist instantly straightened a lot. He threw the broom in disgust, flew forward and ejaculated.
On a big tree, birds chirped happily like birds returning to their nests.
Naturally, Tianjiu didn't know what happened behind him. He was now standing outside a majestic palace complex.
Dongzu Peak is the center of the entire Dongzu Mountains. Although it is low, it was once the place where Dongzu practiced and taught Zen. Dongzu Temple is located on the left side of Dongzu Peak. It is actually a palace complex with a radius of ten miles.
The hundred-foot-high Zen temples stand one after another, with the sound of bells and the scent of sandalwood.
On the main mountain peak ten miles away in front of the monastery, a thousand-foot-long Buddha sits cross-legged as if standing tall in the sky, with his left hand pointing to the sky and his right hand touching the ground. His eyes are boundless, as if a god and Buddha are coming to the world.
"Wuchen, this Buddha is Dongzu, the second disciple of the Holy Buddha. When he ascended to heaven, he was already a powerful god. Your cleaning place is the Dongzu Buddha statue area." Abbot Kudeng pointed to the distant place.
The Buddha said to Tianjiu.
"Ah? Transformation into a god? Then can't you walk around in this world?!" Tianjiu roared.
"That's right! Like the Western Buddha, he is one of the five great gods in this world. Although his transformation was later than that of the Western Buddha, his power is extraordinary. He has understood the three supreme secrets of Famen Temple: the Peak-Designated Mantra, the Palm of the Buddha, and the Destruction
Heaven**, and West Buddha only realized Mietian**. Although the current Dharma is divided into Dongzu and Xifo, the real secrets of Buddhism are almost all from the lineage of Dongzu. Mietian**
It is so strange and unusual that almost no one understands it except the Western Buddha. Therefore, the Tingzen Pavilion in Dongzu Zen Temple is the holy place among holy places."
"Hey, hey, Master Abbot, do these three secret techniques all exist in Dongzu Chanyuan?" Tianjiu's eyes flashed, and Xiao Jiujiu was obviously worried in his heart.
"Although there is a secret method, it can also be said to be impossible. Everyone has the secret method, but it can only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. It is everywhere and has no trace. There is a day when you become enlightened and become a Buddha, and there is also a life when you are dull and regretful.
Lifelong. Therefore, although you are a sweeping novice, you, like other eminent monks, have the opportunity to understand this Buddha Dharma. For a thousand years, only the three ancestors of my Dharma sect on the rooftop have their first glimpse of the Designated Peak Mantra and the Buddha's Palm.
The power of fur is not one ten thousandth of that of Dongzu. Let’s go in.”
As Ku Deng spoke, he moved slightly and disappeared outside Tingchan Pavilion. Tianjiu, who was still in a trance behind him, woke up with a start, but there was no trace of Abbot Ku Deng anywhere.
No guards could be seen in front of the pavilion. Tianjiu thought for a moment, took out the holy order of the leader, gritted his teeth, and pressed it against the light curtain outside the Tingchan Pavilion.
There was a flash of light, his feet swayed slightly, and his figure appeared in a thousand-foot-long Buddhist temple.
The Zen courtyard is simple and fragrant, surrounded by pavilions and corridors. Low trees are lush and green, with birds chirping and butterflies flying. Hundreds of square stone benches are dotted around the trees. In the middle of the Zen courtyard, a steep mountain stone with a radius of ten feet and a height of a hundred feet reaches into the blue sky.
, the dark gold color of the mountain stone emits the light of glazed treasure. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a star gold spirit, which is at least a hundred times heavier than ordinary mountain rocks. To the south, there is an eight-foot high platform with a table and a chair.
Place.
There were dozens of people sitting scattered in the Zen courtyard, all facing the high platform, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, or chanting sutras with their heads lowered. There was a monk with a big belly, lying in a corner of the pavilion and corridor, seeming to be taking a nap.
rest.
Tianjiu stood at the northernmost corner and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, showing an embarrassed look on his face.
"Mom, Yuanying! It's Yuanying again! It's Yuanying again! That big-bellied monk snoring slightly is even more difficult to detect. He must be the great monk Yuanying!"
While he was lamenting, dozens of piercing gazes came over, hitting Tianjiu's body like a knife. At the west corner, a young monk suddenly raised his head and saw Tianjiu, with a look of horror in his eyes.
"Nie Hai?!"
Tianjiu also caught this gaze at the same time, and couldn't help but grinning, looking at the horrified little monk Niehai, his eyes blinking non-stop.
"Amitabha! Wuchen, please find a place to sit down. The Zen teaching will begin soon!" On the edge of the high platform, Abbot Kudeng turned his head and glanced at Tianjiu, who was standing still, and whispered.
Tianjiu groaned and sat down on a stone bench in a panic, clasping his hands together and pretending to puff up his chest.
On the high platform, there was a graceful shaking, and a skinny old monk appeared. The old monk had eagle eyes, a lion's nose, square ears, and two black eyebrows like daggers piercing his eyebrows. One corner of his cassock was embroidered with the words "503".
The old monk's eyes lightly scanned the entire audience, and there was no hint of pressure in his eyes. The hearts and minds of everyone present were trembling slightly, as if a gust of spring breeze was blowing through their hearts, refreshing their minds.
"Amitabha! Dear Zen friends, I have been living on the sixth floor of the Dharma Gate for a long time and have not been out and about for decades. Recently, my mind has been wandering and I feel a little bit of the vicissitudes of life. I have been invited by Abbot Kudeng to teach Zen. I also invite you all.
Zen friends don’t hesitate to teach.”
Just after Master Kuhui finished speaking, Abbot Kudeng also stood up, bowed to Kuhui first, then turned to face the monks and whispered:
"Amitabha! It is an honor for our generation to invite Master Kuhui to teach Zen on the spot today. Although Master Kuhui is one of the most eminent monks in our sect and many of you here are familiar with it, there are also younger disciples who don't know much about it. Let's start with
Ku Deng will introduce to you: Master Ku Hui, a great monk of Yuanying. In order to guard the Dharma gate, he did not enter the immortal gate twice when he encountered it. He sat on the rooftop for hundreds of years and finally understood the secret method of my Buddha - the designated peak mantra. Everyone present.
, are the elites of our sect. If today, under the guidance of the master, we can think and understand, it will be the blessing of our sect and the blessing of the world. Well, now I invite the master to teach me Zen!"
After Ku Deng finished speaking, he turned around and sat back down again, staring quietly at the high platform.
"Nephew underpants, how did you get in here?!" A low shout passed into Tianjiu's consciousness.
"Hey, uncle, you call me nephew, why can't I come? But uncle, isn't he riding the Eastern Spirit to kill the world, how can he have time to go back to Famen Temple?" Tianjiu Thief smiled.
, the message passed.
"Hmph! Thanks to you, Immortal Couple Peak was overlooked and allowed to be taken over by monsters. The young monk was punished and returned home. Are you satisfied now? Tell me, what is your plan for sneaking into our Famen Temple? It's just you,
It is wishful thinking to change the fate of Dongling!"
"No, no, no! Uncle Master is wrong! I am no longer a monk in underpants. My nickname is Wuchen, and people outside call me Monk Ten Thousand. Hey, Ten Thousand, it's big when you say it's big, and it's small when you say it's small! I
It's not like I sneaked in, it was Abbot Kudeng who brought me here personally, and Wuchen still holds the Holy Order of Head, what do you think, Uncle Master?" After Tianjiu finished speaking, he shook the Talisman of the Holy Order of Head in his hand.
"You...!" Nie Hai twitched and was speechless.
On the high platform, Master Kugui had already begun to explain:
"...the so-called designated peak does not mean that the peak is weak or that the finger is huge. If the heart is big, the finger will be strong. If the finger is strong, the peak will be small. If the peak is small, it can be controlled freely. One finger can determine a hundred-foot peak, and one finger can control it freely.
Destroy Thousand Blades Cliff..."
"Oh, it's so damn profound, I don't understand anything! What's the heart, what's the meaning, what's the difference between having and not breaking the law?" Tianjiu muttered in his heart, and listened to most of it.
For an hour, his head was completely confused.
Looking at the people in the gathering, everyone seemed to be in a state of dementia, as if they were experiencing something. That Nie Hai was wagging his fingers, mouth trembling and chanting incantations, looking like he was crazy.
"Come on! Brag! You can lift a mountain with one finger. Does anyone believe such nonsense? It's impossible even for those powerful gods, right?" Tianjiu sat at the back, shaking his head with a hint of amusement.
"Friend monk, why are you shaking your head alone when everyone is understanding it? Do you not believe in the power of a designated peak curse?" In Tianjiu's consciousness, the voice of the old monk Kugui suddenly came.
Tianjiu looked up and found that the old monk Kugui had not stopped explaining and seemed not to even look at him.
"Hey, I don't believe it. A stone of a hundred feet is worth hundreds of millions, not to mention a peak of a hundred feet or a cliff of a thousand feet. The young monk is so ignorant that it's hard to believe that someone's fingers can have such power!" Tianjiu also said with a smile.
"Amitabha! Fellow monks, you can see clearly! Acrimons!"
A burst of Sanskrit sound came out, and Tianjiu's sea of consciousness trembled violently, and even the Time Cauldron jumped slightly. Just as he was shocked, a crisp shout came out: "Shanqi!"
As soon as the shout came out, a ray of purple light split through the air and wrapped around the hundred-foot mountain rock in the middle of the monastery. The rock suddenly moved and slowly rose from the ground. After ten breaths, it had risen to as much as ten feet.
The other people in the monastery were not aware of this change because they were sitting with their backs turned and closed their eyes to meditate on the Dharma. Only Tianjiu stared at everything in front of him in stunned silence.
"One finger can fix the Baizhang Peak, and one finger can destroy the Thousand-Blade Cliff!"
Tianjiu's heart was suddenly filled with turmoil. The purple light that burst out of the sky was like a bolt of lightning, constantly shining in his mind.