Chapter 985: Stepping on the Buddha's Light, Causal Warning
The Buddha's light circulates, clear and peaceful.
The master of Buddhism seeks to see the nature of emptiness, observes all phenomena in the world, and has many methods. Seeing the appearance of all living beings, seeing the appearance of heaven and earth, and seeing the non-identity of all appearances can be seen in me. If it is an ordinary monk, this sentence is undoubtedly two words
--fart!
But in the true sense, I have traveled a hundred thousand miles, seen the heaven and the earth, and seen all living beings.
In the end, a school of thought was opened, Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, and after seeing it, for Shi Panran's evil uncle Xuanzang, this sentence was no longer an empty talk, a pure-bred Buddhist, or more importantly, Buddhism
That kind of power that specifically targets Yu Ming's mind and nature, and the promises and appearances that are not mine, helped Jue temporarily suppress the distortion of the self by the turbid energy.
Xuanzang...you, you are not
Jue rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers and asked in disbelief.
"Amitabha, Xuanzang has naturally passed away, and what I see here is just his last thought."
Xuanzang lowered his eyes and smiled, pointing to the pagoda of the Great Ci'en Temple. His parietal bone relics were there.
The monk turned around and motioned for the girl to follow him. Ji Yufeng Zang turned around, and then, behind the monk in gray robes, Xuanzang's feet seemed to be like clouds, and he walked around with a cold air that separated Nifenbo's soul.
He went forward and said, "When I first met you, Madara Nobu couldn't even tell where you were or where you came from. He just thought it was...
A rather arrogant thief."
"Later, my cultivation finally grew, and I could see a little bit."
"Of course, at that time, I could only vaguely see that you were not a mortal, and you were surrounded by fresh energy."
"However, who would have thought that you actually came from the next life?"
Xuanzang's spiritual consciousness said this sentence casually and lightly.
Jue's expression changed slightly.
The monk laughed and said, "I have wanted to say this to you for a long time, but it really shocked you."
"Ha ha ha ha.
"However, the reason why the poor monk can see where you are is not all because of my cultivation."
"It was because Gengchen's benefactor once brought a rubbing called Hetu Luoshu, which recorded the so-called great catastrophe in the world, and also because of the scenes he saw in Hetu Luoshu, that Yuancai decided to follow Gengchen to the Kunlun Mountains.
, let’s send him to reincarnation in the end..." What Xuanzang said was exactly what happened when the god general Gengchen appeared in front of them for the first time.
"In it, Yuan saw the scene of the destruction of all things."
The monk smiled and said: "The strength of Yuan seen in that picture has far exceeded the knowledge of the poor monk. The legendary gods and Buddhas appeared together, which was probably nothing more than that. At that time, he
The weapon used was not a sword."
"But a battle axe."
"The handle of the battle ax seems to be made of a magic weapon similar to a battle flag."
"And there is another standard that appears in that scene, which is your death."
Xuanzang stopped and looked at Jue, saying: "At that time, Yuan and Gengchen paid more attention to the catastrophe itself. The same was true for me. But then I suddenly thought of it. One leaf falls and one knows the autumn of the world.
The occurrence of these things may be a sign of triggering this catastrophe, so the poor monk left some backup plans."
"If a great calamity comes, maybe we can protect you."
"This belongs to Mr. Yu."
Jue said: "So, this ray of spiritual thought of yours was originally intended to deal with the great catastrophe and came out for me. It is really a waste."
The monk put one hand on his chest and said with a long smile: "This is wrong." "What is left for all sentient beings is the power that has never been used."
"And this little monk's idea came just for you."
Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said: "If you die, the pain for Yuan will be the same as the annihilation of heaven and earth."
"As an elder brother, shouldn't it be natural for him to save his younger brother from such a great calamity?"
"If I can also save you, then I will have saved another person."
Jue said: "This..."
Xuanzang smiled and consoled him: "Just think that I am deliberately selfish in order to save Yuan's world."
The goddess said: "Do Mahayana gods also have selfish motives?
Xuanzang said: "The Mahayana Heaven will not have selfish motives, and neither will the Buddha." "Because that is a perfect image dreamed up by countless believers and people."
"Nature is tall, wise, intelligent, and without flaws or mistakes."
"But Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty and Sakyamuni also met, because Xuanzang was just a mortal body, a mortal with flesh-and-blood kinship, a family, a country and people. How could a mortal be without selfish motives? Were you trying to persuade me just now?
, reserve the strength to cope with the catastrophe, and should not be divided into your affairs. The pure air of heaven and the selfless state of mind are good things, but it also lacks a trace of obsession. "
The old monk smiled and said: "How can a person be without selfish motives?"
"You, your fairy spirit is too strong, like a piece of wind, you are so light that you seem to leave immediately."
"This is not good. It doesn't hurt to fight for everything."
Jue looked at the bustling Chang'an City with people coming and going, and said: "Does Buddhism also want to fight?"
Xuanzang said: "Buddhism and Taoism are just looking for a concept to solve life and death and solve the world. Taoism is free and free, and Buddhism is emptiness. But in fact, we still have to fight. When we fight, we must not have obsessions. Otherwise, we will only fight.
Forget about yourself, and if you have never been involved in the world's great conflicts, you say you want to let go, to be detached, to be pure and at ease. To be carefree and free, is that carefree? "
"The poor monk thinks you can still fight."
He raised his palm slightly, with the Buddha's light flowing peacefully, and said in a broad and gentle voice: "Your cultivation and skills are actually above mine."
"All this poor monk can do is to leave you with a little reminder and a little opportunity. Remember not to be obsessed with external appearances and maintain your original intention."
"Your martial body is wind?"
Xuanzang said with a smile: "My heart is like the long wind, not as good as my heart is like the long sky."
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky, pointing at the thick clouds, and said: "The clear air and the turbid air are just clouds and mist in the sky.
Sometimes there are white clouds thousands of miles away, sometimes there are dark clouds over the city, and occasionally there are auspicious clouds that stretch endlessly."
“But the sky is still long sky.”
"It won't change at all just because it's white clouds or dark clouds. In any case, these things are your power, control them, and don't be interfered with and affected in the opposite direction. Of course, when the clouds gather and disperse, it will rain.
The wind will blow and the thunder will thunder, these are normal things, but our true intention cannot be shaken."
The monk spoke in a gentle tone and stretched out his hand to support him.
The Buddhist aura left a golden line on Jue's palm.
Xuanzang saw that the girl's aura gradually returned to its original calmness and coolness. He clasped his hands and looked at the still prosperous city in the prosperous year of Kaiyuan. He sighed: "Chang'an City is still the same as before."
Jue returned the courtesy and said, "Thank you so much, Master, for your help."
Tang Xuanzang shook his head and said with a gentle smile: "Now that we have come to the end, we should not call him like He Yuan."
Jue paused for a moment.
He crossed his hands and said, "Thank you, brother."
The monk nodded with a smile, thought for a while, pointed in a direction, and said calmly: "The Buddhist aura can only be suppressed for a while."
"You go in this direction and walk all the way."
"If you can suppress the turbidity and maintain yourself, fate and disaster should be there."
Then he turned his head and looked at the last glorious age of the Tang Dynasty. The backhand left at Da Ci'en Temple still existed. Only when the crisis came, could it break out. At this moment, he just watched calmly.
This country, where I was born and raised, closed my eyes, clasped my hands, and touched my fingers, and the figure disappeared like a dreamy bubble.
Jue calmed down and moved towards the direction Xuanzang dispersed and raised his hands again.
Immediately he recognized the direction that Xuanzang had just pointed out, controlled the flowing wind, and while his own mind was still awake, he went with all his strength. The strong wind was flowing, and his escape speed was far beyond what he could compare with in the past. He had already surpassed it in an instant.
It was an extremely long distance, and after leaving Chang'an City, Jue felt that her self-consciousness was once again being impacted by the troubled times.
But I can still control it now.
It's not like before where forceful confrontation leads to internal disintegration of the soul.
Riding the long wind all the way, he encountered mountains and rivers, and when his soul once again felt the aura of the troubled world that was unwilling to fight back, Jue suddenly noticed the turbulent waves in his ears like the sound of thunder, and he turned out to be next to a big river.
After a moment of identification, I immediately recognized that this was the Huai River, one of the four rivers.
The Huai River harmed your territory without Zhi Qi.
Looking further forward, I happened to see a tall monk walking slowly, followed by a young novice monk.
The tall monk said slowly: "Is this the Huai River?"
"Sure enough, as I expected, all the gods here have fallen asleep, but there are still sacrifices and offerings to them around. It is up to us to make corrections and give these sacrifices to Huaishui Disaster Lord Wuzhi Qi. The power of Wuzhi Qi is drawn into me
body, reshape the golden body, and step into the realm of Buddha..."
The young novice was still a little hesitant and said: "Master, isn't it good to do this?"
The tall monk said: "Huh, there's nothing bad about it."
"Didn't Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty overthrow the entire Buddhist kingdom by himself? How many relics did he get by debating scriptures and Buddhas alone?"
"If this were not the case, how could there be so many Buddha relics in the Tang Dynasty in China?!"
The tall monk gritted his teeth when he mentioned this matter.
Obviously very unwilling.
Said: "Since he can take the relics of the Buddha Sakyamuni, why can't the poor monk take the incense from the Huai River to harm the king?"
"Besides, this is a wonderful method that a poor monk learned from a god. What's wrong with it?"
The young novice wanted to refute, saying that this was the custom of the time. Debating scriptures was equivalent to a collision of avenues. Those who failed even committed suicide. Xuanzang brought the relics in a dignified manner according to the customs of the time, but you did this secretly.
, deliberately deceiving others and leading to incense.
Especially when I saw that the villagers leading the way were still enthusiastic, I couldn't bear to think of the villagers' eager hospitality at these times.
But the great monk named Sangha himself could not resist.
At this moment, the tall monk looked solemnly and said: "Amitabha, there is indeed a threat here. It was a giant ape in ancient times. Now it seems to be making trouble. I am afraid there will be a big crisis." The villagers' expressions were stagnant, and they were helpless.
I dare to believe that this will actually be a disaster, but this monk has also shown great magical powers before.
He quickly said: "Don't know what to do?"
"Although our village is poor, we can still raise a lot of money.
Who knew that the monk said solemnly, "I don't want your money or property, a poor monk."
"I just want you all to come together and see that the Dharma is boundless."
Only when everyone has seen the scene of Buddha subduing the demonic monkey, can they draw incense, eat the incense of Huaishui Disaster, and shape themselves into Buddhist golden bodies.
Ha...for the disciple's cultivation.
Patriarch, I will borrow your name. I will borrow your name to absorb the power of the water monkey and achieve my golden body.
The monk didn't want money, which shocked the villagers. Seeing the rough waves, they quickly asked: "I wonder who it is? It has such great power?" The monk clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Amitabha."
"It is none other than Master Guanshiyin of the South China Sea.
Everyone was amazed.
As soon as the words fell, the Sangha was about to show off to others.
Suddenly I realized something was wrong.
Sensing the pure and incomparable Buddhist light instantly made his own methods ineffective. Even the rough waves that were deliberately agitated were calmed by the flowing wind.
Then the low voice of Zen chants lingered endlessly, and the face of the monk who wanted to get involved in Wuzhiqi's foundation suddenly changed. The Buddhist qi machines clashed, and in an instant, the Buddha beads were broken inch by inch!
The monk retreated and coughed up blood.
Everyone raised their eyes and exclaimed.
"That, that is!"
"It's really a miracle, it's a miracle."
Everyone bowed down together, but they were held up by the strong wind and could not bow down. They were even more excited because of this change.
The vast sky has been completely covered by the pale golden light, and the sky is filled with auspicious clouds. Then the golden Buddha light flows and becomes clear, with black hair hanging down, a cold and beautiful face, and a peerless girl stepping into the sky.
The golden lotus falls step by step, the sleeves and robe are slightly swept, and it comes majestically.
The eyes are deep and the expression is calm.
The glory of the Buddha is far beyond the reach of the Sangha.
The monk spurted blood from his mouth. He couldn't believe it and murmured:
"South China Sea......'
"
"Avalokitesvara?"
now--
Age of Gods, South China Sea!
"Anyway, this thing is still delicious."
"Ahem, although it's not as good as what I made myself, of course, it's still very good food."
Wei Yuan smiled and took the chopsticks.
Chopsticks were also invented during the reign of King Yu, because King Yu would be beaten if he reached out to pick up meat, and he couldn't help but eat it as soon as it came out of the pot.
So King Yu finally became desperate and decided to cut off the branches and eat them.
Chopsticks came into being.
He first handed a pair to the white-haired girl.
Then when he took the chopsticks by himself, his movements suddenly paused slightly.
The bamboo chopsticks in his hand were broken into pieces, and one of them actually pricked his finger. The girl in white said: "It's so careless...does it hurt?"
The Taoist looked at the drop of blood emerging from the tip of his finger, but his movements froze slightly.
Yuanshi Tianzun will be stabbed by a tree.
impossible.
unless....-
The Taoist's expression changed slightly, and he came to his senses.
-.-.--......wrong."
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“Someone’s in trouble!”
PS: Second update today..........
I don’t know if you are still familiar with the earlier incident of the Monk of the Tang Dynasty crossing the Huai River eastward and leading away the Water Monkeys and the Huai River Incense.
Gengchen met and gave the rubbings of Hetu and Luoshu, as well as the great disaster in the world in Chapter 460
It was Yuan who saw Jue dead, holding a battle ax.
Battle Ax (The Qingqi of Heaven + The Black and Turbid Flag of the World)