Nine hundred and fortieth chapters cause and effect, cause and effect
"Injury?"
Yuanjue opened his eyes and saw the old man carrying the young Sakyamuni on his back. In other words, it was hard to say whether this was an old man or a middle-aged man. He saw that his clothes were in tatters and his clothes were filled with
Possessing unparalleled sword energy, the most powerful in the world.
Both eyes were left with golden red blood.
Full of filth.
Those pupils were almost completely destroyed.
It was as if it had been penetrated by the extremely powerful power of Yimu and completely shattered.
Yuanjue stepped forward, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were deep, and the center of his eyebrows seemed to be blooming with three thousand feet of clear Buddha light. He saw the filthy aura all over the old man's body, which vaguely contained endless murderous intentions and bloodshed. The young man was relieved.
Jia still couldn't understand what was in the teacher's eyes.
This truly enlightened person clasped his hands together and said: "Teacher, you said that Buddhism strives to save people. If a disciple picks him up, it is fate. Although he is seriously injured, there are still some traces left.
A glimmer of vitality means having a share."
"If there is an image and a share, it is the Dharma, and it should be saved by us."
The tall monk raised one hand in front of his chest, said the Buddha's name, and said: Do you want to save?
Amitabha, this is indeed the case.
He took half a step forward.
The majestic and terrifying Qi exploded, and he held the Buddhist Zen staff in his right hand. The higher the state of the object, and the more free it was from distracting thoughts, the heavier it became, and the more terrifying it became. The young Sakyamuni couldn't believe it when he smashed it down.
, one step at a time, using the Buddhist step-by-step method of bodhi
Avoid it and said hurriedly:
"Teacher, why!
"This person is covered in blood and cannot be saved."
The monk replied slowly.
The moves in his hands became heavier and more terrifying, just like the Buddha's nature. The boy was forced to retreat step by step. Even though he was almost injured several times, he still refused to leave the old man behind. Trusting people
The Zen staff smashed horizontally, and the young man blocked it with both arms and said: "Teacher."
"All living beings are equal!"
The monk lowered his eyes and said calmly: "The lives of all living beings are not the same."
"Some people cannot be saved."
"As long as it's saved."
"That means your hands are full of blood."
The Zen staff in his hand was pressed down, and the young Sakyamuni was forced to half kneel on the ground, saying Buddhism
Pudu!
Yuanjue replied: "The poor monk only participated in two Zen meditations and two degrees in his life.
For those who can be saved, use your feet as a boat to help them cross the sea of suffering.
“For those who are to be killed, use the Zen staff as a boat to help them transcend the human world!
The Buddha's light suddenly appeared, the monk's eyes were calm and peaceful, and there was no trace of confusion on his face.
He said indifferently: "For this person, the poor monk should send him to see the Buddha." The young Sakyamuni's shoulders were bleeding, he clasped his hands together, and his eyes were clear and peaceful, and said:
"Then he has seen me, so I have no choice but to save him."
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One master and one apprentice, but with the same stubborn temper, looked at each other.
Suddenly, there were bursts of shouts from the distance. Mr. Hudi appeared among them, one on each side. He held Yuanjue's Zen staff with one hand and held down the young Sakyamuni with the other.
He raised his head and said: "Calm down, why are you two little guys fighting again?"
"Shakyamuni, don't make your teacher angry anymore."
"Yuanjue, don't have such a bad temper."
"Come, come, come, let it all go, let it go, what can't you say? You have to use a knife or a gun..." Mr. Hu Di sighed and said: "After a while, this little Sakyamuni will have to
We can go back to his time, can't we live in peace?
Yuanjue and Sakyamuni felt a little sad at the same time.
Sakyamuni came here several thousand years ago.
When the Bodhi leaf on the young man's waist turns into a withered caltrop, he will return
go.
Back to that era.
He comforted two bald men, one big and one small.
Then seeing the embarrassed old man who was dying over there, Yuanjue was silent for a long time and said: "Since you insist on teaching him, then focus on the predestined method. If he is destined to be a Buddhist, then he will naturally teach. Otherwise,
Don’t blame the poor monk.”
The explanation is like putting your hands together, smiling, rubbing your shoulders and tapping your back.
Very rude service.
His handsome and delicate face was filled with a bright and cheerful smile.
It's like being able to teach the next person really makes him very satisfied.
"Master, master is so kind."
In the end, it was decided that both sides would take a step back and keep the old man by their side to see if he could be saved. Otherwise, the Yuanjue Meeting Room would mercilessly swing out the Zen staff to give him a precise headshot, and then
Singing a rebirth mantra on the spot, even the souls and souls were lifted up
The young Sakyamuni helped clean and treat the wounds conscientiously.
Although Yuan Jue frowned, he still helped in the end.
It was just that he was a little rough in helping. He stretched out his hand to hold down the old man's injury.
After the experience of walking in the wilderness, the Buddha's light became more and more pure and powerful. He was forced to set his bones and heal his injuries, but it also made the old man frown in pain, and he still let out a low scream in the heavy coma.
The young Sakyamuni scrubbed the old man's injuries, but saw that even though his beard and hair were all white.
But for some reason, there seemed to be an invisible force at this moment, causing the old man to change his life and death. He vaguely seemed to be turning into a tall man with an appearance of only middle age.
Years later, the blood stains on his face have not disappeared.
When the young Sakyamuni was helping to heal his injuries, he seemed to wake up in great pain. He grabbed Sakyamuni's wrist and
There were bruises and bruises, blood flowed out, and the air roared and roared, crazy and crazy: "All things are hidden, all things are buried! The earth, the earth..." The young man released
When Jia was about to speak or comfort him, Yuanjue held up his Zen staff and pressed it directly on his forehead.
Then the guy who had been taught the lesson fell to the ground without saying a word.
Yuanjue sat down with his face unchanged.
"it works."
Physical super method.
Physical tranquilizers.
Sakyamuni twitched the corner of his mouth, and then wiped the scars on the man's face, but when he saw Ruo's dark eyes, he scratched his head, looked at the thin old man over there, and ran over to the old man with a shy face.
Knocking on the shoulder: "Grandpa Hu, are you the most tired so I can rub it for you?"
"Not tired, not tired."
"Well, are you thirsty? I'll pick some fruits for you."
"Okay, okay, you little naughty boy."
The old man was helpless and said: "Tell me, what can I do for you? Yes, I am the most reliable grandpa in the world!"
The thin old man was amused by the young man and laughed loudly, saying: "You are really good at naming."
The young Sakyamuni, with his handsome features, danced and said: "Of course, I can give myself many, many names, including Sakyamuni, Siddhartha Gautama, and the Swift Lion Tathagata Endowed with Ten Thousand Actions!"
"This is the Tathagata of the Sea of All Buddhas in Namo!"
"Namo has eliminated all kinds of samadhi and doubts have just arisen, the Lord is immovable Tathagata!" Suddenly the old man laughed and said: "Namo is also the Tathagata who is the most slick and flattering.
This is the one that can make your master angry and angry Tathagata the most!
Yuanjue, who was meditating, snorted.
Suddenly the old man just laughed and walked over, opened the man's eyes, looked at the two black eyes, and said: "It's just a pair of eyes, I am really good at this thing when practicing fakes, ah
this……"
The old man suddenly hesitated and suddenly recalled the tragic situation he had caused during the fake practice before.
The belly seemed to have become fatter after blowing air.
It will not go down for tens of thousands of years or hundreds of thousands of years.
But, there should be nothing wrong now, right?
This guy doesn't seem to be in much trouble...
Besides, all the remaining backlash from the past has been used up, and now I can be said to be light-hearted, refreshed, and have only two eyes.
Suddenly the old man laughed loudly and patted Yuanjue on the shoulder, and then patted Sakyamuni on the shoulder.
"Take your Dharma Eye that can break through the sins of all things and save lives and judge sins!"
"Take your Buddha eyes, which are kind to all sentient beings and are filled with joy when you see them!"
The old man raised his pen with both hands and took small steps towards it as if he was holding something. He just put it down and immediately stood up proudly. Before he could speak, he saw the enlightenment of perfect enlightenment. Even Sakyamuni was stunned.
Suddenly the old man was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
Dg!
The flesh on his body suddenly dropped sharply.
It’s like I’ve gained weight again…”
Dg! "Same"
Suddenly the emperor was silent.
Yuanjue is silent.
The young Sakyamuni looked dull.
Hu Di touched his belly, which was round, plump and soft. He was silent for a moment, then touched his chin, which felt very good.
Resilient, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally took out a small mirror, and saw from the mirror that he had changed back to his original cause and effect.
The old man's eyes widened and he looked at the sweet-mouthed young man over there.
He looked at Yuan Jue who was holding a Zen staff.
Then he looked at the unconscious man over there.
The corner of his mouth trembled: "You, you three, all have great karma and energy.
number?!
The old man shook his head, sat down on the ground, and cried loudly: Wow, ah, ah, ah, I am so stupid, really!
"I just knew that the fox cub couldn't be touched, but the old man really didn't think that he couldn't even touch the guy next to him. Woo hoo hoo hoo, he's getting fat again, he's getting fat again, you three, you guys
Three wow ah ah ah ah..."
Yuanjue rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "Find a place first to see if there are any injuries on your body."
He helped up Hu Di, who had suddenly become fat again, found a safe place, and checked the situation for the old man, while the young man carried on his back the old man's energy that reversed life and death and transformed into a middle-aged man.
The injured person found a dilapidated house.
The young Sakyamuni said with a gentle and brisk smile: "Teacher, teacher, would you please accept him as a disciple? This way, we can have one more person on our spiritual journey, and it will be much more interesting.
of."
After I leave, my junior brother will be with you.
The monk looked down at him and said calmly: "If you save him, then save him to the end. Don't abandon him after satisfying your desire to save others."
"Sakyamuni, saving people is contaminated by cause and effect. It's not that simple. You have to bear the weight of a life. If you are willing, you can accept him as a disciple."
The young Sakyamuni conquered the place.
But Yuanjue ignored him and turned around to help Hu Di recover his condition.
The seriously injured man slept for a long time, and suddenly in the night, when the wind and moon were blowing, he was killed
I woke up to the sound of wind and thunder outside the door, with a face full of panic, but I didn't know whether I was right or what happened in the past. I just saw a young man in front of me bringing him water with a smile on his face.
"Are you awake?
"How do you feel?"
"I, I am accurate..."
"who are you?!"
Pain appeared on the man's face, the soul between his eyebrows was pierced by a sword, the Taoist fruit was deprived, life and death were reversed, and the memory collapsed into a state like powder. Shakya was surprised and said: "You don't remember your name.
? I taught you, and I can give you a name if you want."
"You can use it temporarily."
The man sensed the boy's kindness and nodded.
Sakyamuni clasped his hands together, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "When you were just unconscious, you were always shouting, saying that all things should be hidden and buried in the earth. Why don't I come from inside?"
How about a name?"
"Burial, burial is too brutal.·
The young man frowned in thought.
The man had a splitting headache, and there seemed to be Buddha light flowing between his brows. The wind and rain outside wrinkled the house, and the room was dark. The wind and rain outside were miserable, making his body feel chilly. Suddenly, a warm light shone in front of his eyes, and he saw a tall man in gray robes.
The believer's back is turned, and the lamp is lit with his finger.
In the darkroom of Qian Nian, one light makes it bright!
Next to him, a short and fat old man was sitting on a stone, smiling helplessly but not caring much.
The tall monk turned his back to all the burning lanterns.
The fat old man with his chest exposed and a smile sat on the left, and the young man on the right. Then the young man in front clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"Yes!"
"All things are buried in the earth. You should have been buried in the earth."
"But burying living beings is too cruel and too sad. Hiding is good, it feels very gentle." The young man Shiru clasped his hands together and smiled: "Everything is hidden in the earth, and when spring comes,
Then you can turn death into life."
"Your name."
"Ksitigarbha!"
"He is my eldest disciple."
Clicking, clicking, Yuanjue pressed down his palm suddenly, his pupils shrank, and the lamp oil dropped into his hand.
Ksitigarbha...?!!
Sakyamuni scratched his head and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't say this yet."
"But I am willing to accept you as my disciple, you can consider it."