Chapter 349: Xu Shi's perfect plan, the plan will always come out of the basket
The time was earlier than this.
By the East China Sea.
There were monks talking and arguing about Buddhism here, and they also talked about Tantric matters. They talked about many magical powers and mysteries, which were really wonderful and boundless. The people around were fascinated by what they heard. Since the discussion between Taoism and Buddhism before,
Fa, after revealing the authenticity of the practice, China has been able to see those practitioners walking outside.
Occasionally they would give lectures on Taoism, Buddhism, and spiritual practice.
But I can only talk about it in broad terms.
At best, it's in the realm of popular science.
Because the Tianshi Mansion and the Special Operations Group have directly announced that if you want to spread the law, you can.
A license is required.
What’s the point!
At that time, I don’t know how many practitioners came out of the old forest eager to get started and scolded their mothers.
Their ancestors have practiced on their own for generations. Now if they want to have two disciples, they have to take the license test. Some people have gone. Good guy, the first one is meditation. My head hurts. I turned over it.
The second book, "Criminal Law" with two big golden characters.
A bunch of hermit monks, you look at me, I look at you.
In the end, everyone squatted on the curb and smoked, their faces full of sadness.
You carry the sword on your back, I carry the shovel, and everyone fails the exam.
Test, test, test.
That’s a crapshoot!
Then the Tianshi Mansion took out the second exam, and they allowed people to do science popularization, and Buddhists could also take the exam.
But among these monks, there was a young monk with a fair face who was calm and silent.
A simple villager brought him a bowl of rice porridge and a pile of pickled mustards, and said, "Master, why don't you go talk about it? Is Tantra really as powerful as some masters say?"
The handsome monk took a sip from the bowl, thought for a while, and replied:
"If your understanding is very good, you can practice Zen Buddhism. If you have a strong mind and can study for decades, you should follow the Consciousness-only Buddhism. Even if you are like ordinary people in ancient times who have no knowledge and no time,
You can also follow the convenient method of chanting Buddha’s name.”
"But don't go tantric."
The villager was confused and said, "But I think they said that Tantric Buddhism is very powerful."
The young monk said: "In the eyes of a poor monk, Tantra is almost the path of demons."
The villagers were horrified and said: "Monster?"
"So dangerous?"
The young monk smiled and said:
"Tantric Buddhism has the concept of white bones, which imagines that people in the world are all white bones. The extreme ones among them will think that all appearances are empty, and that all the appearances of all colored beings will eventually change and become empty. The world is like an ocean, and
Our human world is just a bubble floating on it, which will dissipate in a moment."
"So, they will think that the world is empty and they can be unrestrained and do whatever they want."
"No matter killing or committing violence, if you look at it over the years, it will be empty. Dreams in dreams and bubbles, even if they do evil things, their state of mind will condense, because they believe that they are not wrong, and Buddhism is ultimately the nature of cultivation.
It was a mistake, but there was nothing wrong with it.”
"And among Tantric monks, there are also Bodhisattvas who physically give alms to men and women."
"There was once a woman who was a promiscuous woman who contracted an illness and died at a young age. The man she had an affair with built a solitary grave for her. No one cared about it, but an old monk worshiped her and said that she gave her body to the lonely man.
Having been liberated from the sea of suffering, now with complete merits and deeds, leaving the world, this is a bodhisattva offering charity to the physical body."
The man turned pale with fright and left.
The young monk dressed in black took a sip of porridge with a peaceful face.
Someone behind me said: "You are lying."
If Wei Yuan were here, he would have recognized that the person who spoke was the honest fisherman Fang Feng who gave him Tang Shunzhi's pen. Fang Feng sneered and said: "The eminent monk back then, doesn't he even blink when he speaks now?"
Daoyan's tone did not waver at all.
"When the poor monk spoke just now, his eyes were closed."
Fang Feng's forehead twitched.
The two of them have a grudge.
If we count up, the ancestor of modern jade carving, Lu Zigang of the Ming Dynasty, was a native of Taicang Prefecture. He grew up by the sea when he was young. He learned the technique of carving jade from Fang Feng, a man from the Fangfeng family. Later he became famous and became famous in "Taicang".
"Fu Zhi" records that Lu Zigang used a knife to carve jade. When Zigang died, his skills were not passed on. This was the Fangfeng family's method.
But the same thing.
"Suzhou Local Chronicles" records that Lu Zigang, who was not sixty years old, suddenly became interested in foreign affairs. He had been a monk in Zhiping Temple for more than ten years and did not enter the city. He was also a strange person.
This is the grudge between him and Dao Yan.
A disciple was kidnapped and brought into Buddhism. As a result, even Fangfeng's jade-carving technique could not be passed on. If he had not guarded Gonggong, Fang Feng felt that he would have smashed the monk's bald head with a jade-breaking hammer.
Dao Yan came all the way following the trajectory of the doctor named Yuan whom he sensed.
But I never expected that I would come to the East China Sea and see this ‘old friend’.
He said in a calm voice: "It cannot be said that the brave and diligent method of Tantric Buddhism has absolutely no merit, but practicing 'form is emptiness, emptiness is form' in an extremely direct way will inevitably lead to a large number of people who cannot control their hearts.
Fall into the devil's path."
"I advise one to save the other."
Fang Feng just said nothing.
Daoyan looked at the East China Sea. After he came to the East China Sea, the energy of 'Yuan' that was sensed by the Buddhist magical power suddenly disappeared. Even with his cultivation level, he could no longer detect it specifically, but could only vaguely sense it.
The feeling made him feel a little sad.
Immediately, he raised his eyes slightly, frowned and looked towards the distance of the East China Sea.
A qi machine disappeared and was coming this way very quickly.
If it were an ordinary monk, he would definitely be avoided and unable to detect it.
But Daoyan is a monk who has attained the perfect solution for all leaks.
The magical powers of Buddhism are not false.
Dao Yan used chopsticks to eat every grain of rice, and the porridge bowl was clean. Then he put the chopsticks on it, took back his hand, stood up, stepped forward, paused for a moment, was silent for a while, then turned around and walked away.
Come back, stretch out your hand, align the chopsticks more neatly, and finally push the end of the chopsticks gently with the pad of your thumb. Then you exhale with satisfaction and stand up.
Taking a step forward, he suddenly appeared on the East China Sea.
In a state of confusion, the monk stretched out his right hand, flipped his fingers over, and pressed down hard.
There is thunder in the sky.
A figure had to escape from the void.
It was a gentle-looking alchemist, his brows furrowed.
The young monk raised his eyes slightly. His fate was originally to be the 'Emperor's Master' who assisted Zhu Di in ascending the throne. He was a Buddhist and accomplished the great task of becoming a general and becoming a minister. Now he was just distracted and went astray. Even so, he still
They are the first people of the Ming Dynasty.
Looking at Xu Shi, the handsome monk raised one hand and said in an indifferent voice: "Who is my Tao?"
"It turns out they are Japanese pirates..."
"What are you doing in China again?"
Xu Shi frowned, not wanting to tangle with this monk.
But he couldn't avoid Daoyan's palm.
This monk has been mastering Buddhism for nearly 600 years. He can see the three thousand worlds as if he were reading a text on the palm of his hand. Even though he cannot compare to this sentence, it is not difficult to block Xu Shi and prevent him from bypassing him and setting foot in China. Xu Shi
During the past two thousand years, under the torment of fear, they have also tried every means to lay out the back-up strategy of "what should happen if something happens to the Imperial Mausoleum of the First Emperor".
As long as you use it, you can take the lead. At the worst, you should be able to escape intact...
His first move is based on this.
But the young monk blocked the way.
It is equivalent to directly cutting off his back hand.
Buddhism has all the leaks, has no form and no thoughts, and the heaven defeats the alchemist.
Although I couldn't find Yuan, I could still vent my anger by finding a Japanese pirate.
The young monk murmured in his heart.
Even the Pure Land Sect must follow such precepts.
Buddhist disciples do not kill.
But Japanese pirates are excluded.
Dao Yan forced Xu Shi back and said slowly: "The head of a Japanese pirate can be exchanged for a lot of silver. This military order has long been useless. However, your head is too ugly. The poor monk doesn't like it."
When they reached the middle, the young monk had already taken a step forward, used his magical power, and appeared on the side of Xu City almost instantly.
The five fingers were slightly hooked and smashed horizontally with great force.
The moves were fierce and the attack was sudden. Xu Shi had to retreat and was furious.
Under the fear and worry about what happened in the imperial mausoleum, coupled with Daoyan's merciless killing moves, he finally became furious.
Raise your hands to fight against Dao Yan.
The waves exploded with a bang, and then the waves rose up to dozens of meters high.
Dao Yan and Xu Shi were fighting madly outside the East China Sea. Xu Shi's original plan to lurk quietly and use means buried near the emperor's mausoleum was directly cut off by this monk, and even the secret of heaven was cut off by this monk.
, because of the existence of a monk with all-out powers, Xu Shi couldn't even use the divine power of divination.
Use the power of vajra to cut off the threads of worries.
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At this time, Wei Yuan and the First Emperor had already walked out of the imperial mausoleum.
He made a phone call, first notifying the people outside that there was a problem inside, and immediately went to the rescue, and then walked out with the First Emperor. Wei Yuan paused, turned to look at the First Emperor, Qi Xuan, who was dressed in ink, and was silent for a moment.
He said seriously in a negotiating tone:
"Your Majesty... since this is your eastward tour in "incognito clothes", you need to change your clothes."
"Um... what kind of style do you like, loose style, sports style, or Chinese formal wear?"
"I'll go and buy."
PS: Second update today…………
The First Emperor's Eastern Tour should not be an intense and short-lived plot that ends immediately.