In the Holy Land of Western Lingshan, in the Great Leiyin Temple, Tathagata Buddha was giving a sermon. Suddenly, flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses suddenly appeared, and the light of Buddha filled the entire holy land. In the holy land, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. nodded their heads after hearing this.
A smile appeared on his face, as if he had gained something. Suddenly the Buddha stopped speaking, and all the monks woke up. When they looked again, it was the golden-headed monk holding the post in his hands who entered the hall.
"Buddha, the young monk imprisoned Sun Wukong according to the decree of the Dharma. Now that Sun Wukong has suffered a great disaster, he specially handed over the decree of the Dharma." The golden-headed monk presented the decree with both hands.
"Good, good." Tathagata Buddha casually summoned the decree, and suddenly there was something strange between his brows.
"Buddha." Guanyin Bodhisattva was nearby and couldn't help shouting when he saw this.
"On the dharma sticker, there is no Tao Yun and breath, just like an ordinary thing, which is a bit strange." Tathagata Buddha opened the dharma sticker, and saw that the six big characters on it were dim and the dharma sticker had become dilapidated.
The monks were also amazed when they saw this. You must know that everyone's handwriting has its own aura, and the handwriting of a person with great supernatural powers has a unique Tao Yun, and even contains magical powers.
For example, Tathagata Buddha's copybook has a magical power. Once it is unfolded, it will have a myriad of phenomena and can arouse the aura of heaven, so it can suppress Sun Wukong for five hundred years. But now the aura of the decree is gone, the aura disappears, and it looks no different from his ordinary self.
"Has it been a long time?" Venerable Samantabhadra suddenly stopped talking.
Five hundred years of ups and downs may be like a vicissitudes of life to other people, but to those with great supernatural powers, it is just a fleeting moment. Posts like those written by the Tathagata Buddha himself will never happen in tens of millions of years.
Influence, if placed outside, it is still a treasure, capable of suppressing powerful enemies and destroying everything. Where is it like now?
The dharma post is like an old cloth, and the handwriting is like an ordinary thing. How does it look like it was written by the Buddha himself?
"Buddha, after the disciples received the decree, they immediately returned to Lingshan without stopping on the way." Jintou Jiedi became a little nervous and said quickly.
"I didn't tell you, now that the task has been completed, go back! Protect the Buddhist scripture collectors!" Tathagata Buddha looked peaceful, and his voice contained compassion, so he retreated.
"Buddha, this matter should have nothing to do with the Golden Head Revealing Truth." Guanyin Bodhisattva explained.
"Of course I know. It's just that I just observed the long river of time and space, and I didn't find anything abnormal." Tathagata Buddha glanced at it with his wise eyes, shook his head and said.
After hearing this, the monks' faces suddenly showed a trace of strangeness. In the long river of time and space, it is normal to see something strange. If nothing is seen, it is abnormal.
"Buddha." Guanyin Bodhisattva was a little nervous.
"Amitabha, no hindrance, no hindrance." Tathagata Buddha put the Dharma sticker aside and said with a smile: "Perhaps someone with great supernatural powers wants to take this opportunity to deduce my magical powers. No problem, no problem."
A smile suddenly appeared on the faces of the monks after hearing this. Only this explanation is possible. After all, there are many people with great supernatural powers in the three realms, and there are many people who are comparable to Buddha. Now the three realms are peaceful, but there has never been competition between them.
It is understandable that we have stopped to fight for the last chance. We use some means to observe the opponent's situation.
"When I checked all the heavens just now, I found that something might have happened in the southern continent." Tathagata Buddha looked around and said: "The Jingyin Temple in Wutai Mountain neglected the Sui Emperor, and there may be a disaster."
"Buddha, there is only an emperor in the lower world, how dare you attack my mountain gate?" Venerable Kassapa couldn't help but sneered.
"The Sui Emperor is different from other emperors. He entered Taiyi and held the Kongtong Seal in his hand. If he became the Human Emperor, he could achieve the position of Da Luo, enter the Fire Cloud Cave, suppress the fate of the human race, and the human race will never be destroyed.
The human emperor is immortal." Tathagata Buddha shook his head.
After hearing this, Venerable Kassapa felt a trace of jealousy in his heart. The human race is so powerful. It is the master of the living beings in the three realms. It is connected with the destiny of the saints. There may be disasters, but the clan will never be exterminated. Who dares to risk offending the saints and destroy the human race?
, this also shows that the Human Emperor can live forever, which even ordinary quasi-sages cannot do. Venerable Kasyapa is naturally very jealous in his heart.
"Emperor Sui has made great contributions to our Buddhist sect. He is the earthly father of those who seek Buddhist scriptures. He should not be neglected." Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva said hesitantly.
"Your Majesty, you can take the mud from the Eight Treasures Merit Pond and give it to him to settle the cause and effect." Tathagata Buddha said to Guanyin Bodhisattva: "My Buddhist sect is vast and compassionate. Although the eastward advancement of Buddhism is determined by the way of heaven, there are still disasters on the way to the prosperity of Buddhism.
There are many difficulties, but only after you have overcome the tribulations can you prosper. On the way, only by forming good connections can Buddhism be expanded."
To put it bluntly, don’t offend others, lest others interfere with it. Just like Yang Guang, if you offend him, it is okay to use the power of humanity to destroy Buddha once. Even if Buddhism troubles him in the future, the loss is a loss. Is it still a loss?
Can you make up for it and come back?
"Buddha is just meeting a mortal emperor. There is no need for a Bodhisattva to come forward. I am willing to go to Chang'an to meet His Majesty the Sui Emperor." Venerable Kasyapa said.
Tathagata Buddha thought for a while and said: "What Kassapa said is true. The Venerable should pay attention to the affairs of Buddhist scriptures. Let Venerable Kassapa go to this matter! Kassapa, I am a Buddhist who is compassionate and should be humble and cautious.
In addition to being an emperor, the Sui Emperor is also the Taiyi Golden Immortal. He cultivates both internally and externally. His future prospects are limitless and cannot be neglected."
"Disciple, please obey the law." After hearing this, Venerable Kassapa felt a trace of jealousy in his heart. However, he did not dare to neglect, and he took a bowl of eight-treasure merit pool mud and headed towards Chang'an.
"This Emperor Sui is a wonderful man, he can understand the three tastes of Buddhism." At this moment, the Buddha suddenly smiled, and the feeling of great joy instantly filled the entire Lingshan Mountain.
"Amitabha." A number of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. were influenced by him.
Outside Liangjie Mountain, Yang Guang looked at the two masters and disciples in front of him and said: "This journey to the west is a hundred and eighty thousand miles, and there are many dangers. I don't know how many demons and ghosts are blocking the way in front. Xuanzang, these demons and ghosts are of secondary importance.
, only the demon in the heart is the biggest enemy. On the journey to the west, what I seek is the true scripture, but in fact, what I seek is great freedom, what I seek is cognition, the cognition of principles, and the cognition of Buddhism.
It’s more about self-awareness.”
"The poor monk obeys the order." Xuanzang thought for a while and then said: "The two donors should also take care of themselves. The poor monk took his leave."
"Brother Yang, don't worry, I, Old Sun, will keep his word and will definitely protect him." Sun Wukong waved his hand, shouldered the golden hoop, and led the white horse towards the west.
"Master, the Sui Emperor is your father, why do you call him the donor?"
"Amitabha, a poor monk is a monk. He has given up worldly ties and all four elements are in vain."
The voices of master and disciple came from far away.
