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"I wonder how it is now?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Although he knew that he was different now and was different from the past, Yang Ji was still a little unconfident before a mule or a horse slipped by.
Hey, Yang Ji took a deep breath, and after a moment of silence, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the scripture pages on the table with both anxiety and anticipation.
"I wonder if I can pick it up now?"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and then he held up this page of the Diamond Sutra. Whoosh! The page fell into his hand and he lifted it up easily.
Nothing different, not at all.
The entire transcribed "Diamond Sutra" is as light as anything, it is exactly the same weight as ordinary paper!
This is just an ordinary piece of paper.
Yang Ji was stunned for a moment, and finally understood, feeling extremely excited.
Success!
Now he has finally reached the same state as Brahma Neng. Those pages of scriptures with innumerable words fell into his hands one by one, as if they were nothing.
This is not because these sutra pages have become lighter, but because he and Brahma Neng have reached the same state. The energy and spirit ▲n, ww≥w. he has given to the sutra pages have no effect on him.
The pages have returned to their original properties as paper.
"Amitabha, senior brother, congratulations."
Fan Neng bowed deeply and said with sincerity: "I have already said that senior brother and I are destined to be Buddhas. From now on, we have one more comrade in Buddhism."
"hehe."
Yang Ji smiled, sat at the tea table and looked at Fanneng without refuting:
"Monk, I have told you before that killing is not allowed in Buddhism. It will not work if you only cultivate Buddha nature and waste your martial arts. Buddhism is profound and possesses magical powers. The Buddha said that Buddha does not need to practice the Dharma, but
But you can't because you are not a Buddha."
"If both body and name are destroyed, why should the monk study Buddhism and revitalize Buddhism? If the monk understands this, picks up martial arts and combines martial arts with Buddhism, his achievements in the future will be far ahead of now."
Yang Jicheng said. This sentence is also Yang Ji's reciprocation, because it is not just Yang Ji's advice, but also his final enlightenment experience.
This copybook of Buddhist scriptures by Yang Ji has surpassed Brahma Neng in terms of momentum and Buddhist power. This is not just a simple Buddhist theory, but also Yang Ji's martial arts that surpasses Brahma Neng.
"The young monk has learned a lesson."
Fan Neng clasped his hands together and said in a sincere voice. Before today, he would have thought that Yang Ji was good at discerning. But now it is completely different.
Yang Ji started from scratch on the path of Buddhism. Later he wrote a post about Buddhism that was far more powerful than him. Fan Neng could not help but look at it with admiration and reconsider what he said.
"Haha, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. Thank you very much for your hospitality these days, monk. I'm leaving now."
Yang Ji pushed away the table, stood up and said.
After seeing you off for a thousand miles, we finally need to say goodbye. Yang Ji was filled with emotion. He had indeed benefited a lot during this period. This monk was simple and kind, and had no scheming at all. He also knew everything about himself, and he could teach him everything he could.
own.
The time spent with the monk was indeed very relaxing.
However, in the final analysis, I still have to leave.
When I understood the method of purifying the mind from the Diamond Sutra and suddenly realized the method of uniting essence, energy and spirit, it was actually the time to separate.
I felt relaxed and relaxed when I came here, but when I left... I felt a little bit reluctant to leave this familiar teahouse when I saw it.
Fan Neng clasped his hands together and bowed down. It seemed that he had known this day for a long time:
"Amitabha!"
Thousands of words are contained in the sound of Buddha's name.
"Damn go!"
After a while, Yang Ji packed up his luggage and looked back at the inconspicuous mountain temple with red walls and yellow tiles at the top of the mountain. He walked straight along the rugged hillside and finally disappeared into the vast forest at the foot of the mountain.
"Amitabha!"
On the top of the mountain, Fanneng watched Yang Ji disappear in the direction of Pingchuan City, and shouted a long Buddha's name. He did not return to the room immediately, but stood silently, looking into the sky, as if waiting for something.
Time passes slowly.
"Bah!"
I don't know how long it took, but a high-pitched chirp suddenly sounded in the air, and a giant eagle suddenly appeared in the western sky.
This giant eagle has wings like iron, claws like hooks, and a pair of extremely sharp eyes. From a distance, it looks like a torch. This giant eagle is very fast. At first, it was still several miles away, but in a moment, it was like a torch.
We have reached the sky above the mountain temple.
"finally come."
The Fan Neng monk robe hunted, looking at the giant eagle in the sky, muttering to himself.
Compared with ordinary giant eagles, this giant eagle is more than two or three times larger in size. Its feathers are golden, its wings are spread out, covering the sky and the sun, and it is six or seven feet long. However, the most special thing is,
But it is the torrent of Buddha power that is revealed all over the body of the giant eagle.
This special giant eagle has the power to fight tigers, capture lions, and kill warriors. There is only one place in the world where this kind of giant eagle can be raised.
Dafan Temple.
There is a story in the Buddhist scriptures about the Buddha feeding an eagle with his body. This giant eagle is the mountain-protecting eagle raised in the Dafan Temple.
Fan Neng's eyes were not on this mountain-protecting eagle. Looking carefully at the back of the giant eagle, facing the sun, you could clearly see a strong black shadow. The shiny bald head was particularly obvious in the sun.
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Fan Neng looked at the black shadow on the back of the giant eagle, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
Ten years later, the time has finally come as promised.
"Disciple Fanneng, join Master."
Fan Neng shouted loudly, lowered his palms and knelt on the ground.
"Fan Neng spent ten years in solitude transcribing scriptures. Have you thought clearly?"
A voice, full of energy, floating like a giant bell, came from the sky. The giant eagle in the sky folded its wings, carrying a thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, with a strong aura, like a middle-aged monk from the mountains and the sea.
, shot down from the sky.
"Buzz!"
Several hundred feet away from the ground, there was a buzzing sound, an invisible ripple spread out, and a huge pale golden restriction suddenly appeared over the mountains.
This restriction is like a huge pot cover, covering the mountain peak and the temple on the top.
If Yang Ji were here, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene.
Because he went in and out without any hindrance, he did not encounter this huge mountain guarding restriction at all.
Fan Neng raised his head and looked at the sky, but there was no surprise in his eyes.
"Bah!"
In the sky, the giant eagle chirped, its wings trembled, and the Buddha's power on its body surged, and the torrent of Buddha's power roared and swept in all directions.
The huge light golden restraint shook, and the giant eagle passed through, and landed in front of Fanneng on the top of the mountain. A foot as heavy as a mountain, with yellow shoes, stepped down from the giant eagle, and in an instant, the earth
Roaring. The entire mountain peak trembled, as if it could not bear the weight of this middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk looked majestic, his eyes were like torches, and his aura was as strong as a mountain. Looking from a distance, there was a thick yellow energy that rushed out from the top of the monk's head and penetrated the sky and the earth.
This is clearly a manifestation of the ninth level of martial arts.
The middle-aged monk is impressively possessing martial master-level cultivation.
The heaven and earth were silent, and the master and the disciple faced each other in silence, motionless.
"Master, my disciple has figured it out and is willing to practice martial arts."
After a long time, Fanneng's voice came from below.
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged monk was startled and ecstatic. He couldn't believe his ears. This disciple of his was extremely talented, but it was a pity that he only focused on getting into trouble.
Moreover, his character is extremely stubborn, and he can't pull back a hundred cows. I don't know how many times I tried to persuade him, but to no avail. This time, he was actually prepared to be rejected when he came here.
However, I didn't expect that the result was completely different from what I imagined.
"Disciple, are you really enlightened?"
The middle-aged monk stared at Fan Jing, who was kneeling on his palms, with an expression of surprise. The surprise came so suddenly that he had to pick his ears and make sure again to prevent him from mishearing.
"Master clearly understands that Fan Jing has realized his mistake. He is willing to follow Master back to the temple to practice martial arts."
Fanneng lay motionless on the ground with his palms on his hands, his voice extremely sincere.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, that's great!..."
Hearing this answer, the middle-aged monk's mind was full of excitement, his clothes were hunting, and he couldn't help laughing happily. This his most proud disciple finally found his way back. Although he was ten years late, it was still not too late with his understanding.
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"Okay, okay, okay! I will take you out of here today!"
The middle-aged monk's eyes sparkled and he laughed heartily.
After saying that, he stretched out his palm, and the arm full of muscles stretched into the air like a pillar of heaven. There was a rumble, the ground shook, and something incredible happened.
Buzz!
Looking down from the sky, I can see that with the mountain peak where the temple is located as the center, at the foot of the mountain, due east, the lush land is like a scroll slowly rolling up. Then due south, due west, and due north, the lush land is rolling up one after another.
rise……
These rolled-up pieces of ground formed a rectangular shape, with lots of dust and particles flying into the air. The wind was so strong that the air outside the rolled-up pieces of land was blurred, and the distance between the peaks on both sides continued to grow.
Boom!
As if a thunderbolt passed through the void, the huge mountain peak, the small temple on the top of the mountain, and the surrounding green land flew into the sky, shrinking continuously, and in the blink of an eye turned into a sutra painting suspended in the air.
And those mountain peaks, small temples, and grasslands all turned into the landscape in the painting, solidified in it.
Snapped!
Five thick and powerful fingers reached into the air and suddenly grasped it. The middle-aged monk firmly grasped the rolled-up sutra painting in his hand.
Surrounded by green mountains, the middle-aged monk and Fan Jing appeared at the foot of the mountain between the two peaks at some unknown time.
The space where the temple was originally located just disappeared out of thin air, and no trace of its existence could be found. Only a wisp of black air the size of a bowl was left rising from the ground to the sky.
"Yes, yes, it's not in vain that I brought the mountain and river paintings in the temple to you to study the Buddhist scriptures. In ten years, this vortex of time and space leading to the underworld was actually compressed by you to only this size. It's much bigger than I expected.
It will be three months shorter!”
The middle-aged monk stared at the place where the black air rose, his eyes filled with joy.
Within three feet of the place where the wisp of black air rose, there was nothing and no grass growing. Under the erosion of the death breath of the underworld, no plants could grow. (A great activity for pie-in-the-sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you. Get it! Follow it~ click/public account (just add friends on WeChat, add public account and enter ddxiaoshuo), participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow ddxiaoshuo WeChat public account now!)