Chapter 74: Talking about Buddha in the Late Night
Mu Fusheng hurried up the Magic Mountain, and happened to catch up with You Tanhua coming out of the back mountain full of anger.
The air pressure on You Tanhua's body was extremely low, and the demonic energy was also flowing around his body, which made Mu Fusheng couldn't help but be surprised.
He walked forward worriedly: "Senior? What's wrong with you?"
When Youtanhua saw Mu Fusheng, the knot in his heart was slightly relieved. He shook his head and said, "Nothing. Let's go back."
Mu Fusheng thought for a moment and said, "Senior, why don't you and the young monk go to the temple? It just so happened that a young master from Guanyin Temple came to discuss Buddhism with the young monk."
Mu Fusheng thought, senior's current state may be relieved by listening to Buddhist scriptures more. I don't know why, senior's mood seems to be very unstable recently.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows and said: "Guanyin Nunnery? Most of the nuns in Nanyang world are uncultivated people. Coming from such a far away place to discuss Buddhism with you is really a sign of sincerity."
"Amitabha, if senior doesn't want to go, why don't you wait until the junior monk comes back to accompany you?" Mu Fusheng seemed to have noticed Udanhua's subtle emotions and asked again.
"You go ahead." Youtanhua waved his hand to signal Mu Fusheng to leave quickly, then turned into a ball of red flame and disappeared.
Mu Fusheng sighed and thought to himself, "Senior, why are you so irritable today?"
When he returned to Futan Temple, Lingyu was meditating devoutly in front of the Buddha statue, muttering the "Guanyin Heart Sutra" in his mouth.
"Amitabha, Master, you have waited too long." Mu Fusheng meditated facing the Lingyu.
Lingyu opened her eyes, clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, Zen Master Mu, and the nuns have come all the way from afar to verify something."
"Master, just say it doesn't matter."
"Since a year ago, the poor nun has been awakened by a dream every day and night. The poor nun dreamed of Zen Master Mu's previous life, the Buddha who was the master of all things." Lingyu looked at the Buddha statue, paused for a while, and seemed to be organizing
language.
Mu Fusheng's expression was stern. Was it his past life? Is this Master's wife related to him in his previous life?
Lingyu added: "The poor monk dreamed that before the Buddha became a true Buddha, he suddenly told his three direct disciples that he still had unfinished karma in the mortal world and needed to be reincarnated to repay the karma. Naturally, the three disciples tried their best to prevent the master from doing this and destroying his future.
His decision told the Buddha that even if he existed, when would he be found in the vast sea of people. But the Buddha said that the woman had been reincarnated and he had marked her body."
Having said this, she glanced at Mu Fusheng, who frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking.
Lingyu slowly put her fingers on the collar of her Haiqing robe, then pulled down hard, tearing off her collar, revealing her snow-white shoulders.
"Amitabha." Only then did Mu Fusheng react. He immediately lowered his head and said, "Master, please put on your clothes quickly."
Lingyu blushed and said softly: "Master Mu, every time I wake up from a dream, the lotus mark on my chest starts to heat up, burning my skin and causing me to suffer. Please help me see it, Master Mu."
Take a look, is this the mark you left on me in your previous life?"
Mu Fusheng closed his eyes and remained unmoved.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the palace, and an evil wind roared in, lifting the two of them several feet away.
"Mu Fusheng, is this what you call talking about Buddhism?" Youtanhua sneered, and his bone-chilling voice resounded throughout the hall.
Mu Fusheng managed to stabilize his body in the strong wind, but the Lingyu had long been overturned by You Tanhua, hit the wall, and then fell down again like a rag.
The sea blue robe she wore slid down a bit in the chaos, and most of her snow-white skin was exposed. A golden lotus flower on her left breast was flickering brightly and dimly.
"Senior, it's not what you think." Mu Fusheng said anxiously.