Chapter 1389 The difference between life and death
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In the northwest of Kowloon, on Tiexie Street in Tongchuan City, there is a restaurant called "Ri Chan".
Everyone knows that 'Ri Chan' is an old shop, but even the eldest elder in Tongchuan City can't tell how old 'Ri Chan' is... It's impossible to tell clearly, so use '千秋万年'.
There are no words to describe the years this restaurant has gone through. It was a restaurant opened by Little Devil King when he first debuted.
Dynasties have come and gone, and Tongchuan City has been destroyed by war countless times, but Rihan has always stood tall. Since it is the property of the little devil, Jiati will always take care of it.
Rihan accompanies the people around him from the time they are born until they grow old.
In such a shop, there will always be some old customers. Most of the real "old" customers are local old people. The simple truth is: life is too long. People or things around you when you were young or young will gradually disappear.
Change, but this "Japanese Restaurant" is always there, always there. It opens the door at dawn to do business, and closes the door after the last customer leaves at midnight. It seems to be more eternal than "time".
The plaque on the door, the tables, chairs and benches, the wine jars on the counter and even the mottled marks on the beams, everything in this store is just as it is in memory, old but also new... Food will never change, but people are getting older, so
This store has naturally become a place of refuge and home for memories. Many elderly people in Tongchuan City like to come here to sit and sit.
The customs in Kowloon and China are very similar. In the Han culture, which is similar, "family" is a very important word. Young people work hard outside to support their parents in their old age. The elderly will also do their best to help their children, such as
Take care of children.
Many old people bring their grandchildren to have a good time. Therefore, the good times will become the memory of these children today...if the universe can continue to exist.
Today's day is not much different from the past. There are birdcages hanging on the beams. The wrens are chatting across the cages. The old people are sitting at the table talking and laughing, and some of the children are following them obediently.
Around Grandpa, some people were not so calm, running back and forth around the table and pillars... Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of "pop" in the backyard.
It's probably the same sound as porcelain smashed on stone slabs, only louder and crisper.
There was silence in the noisy restaurant for a moment, and then everyone realized that nothing happened. It was probably the kitchen staff who accidentally dropped the pot. But before the lobby became lively again, suddenly a series of Sanskrit chants came from the backyard, accompanied by Zen.
Singing, the dense Buddha light surges and blooms.
The Buddhist Dharma holds his voice like thunder and his light reaches the sky!
What kind of place is Kowloon? The courtyard of the local bully Jia Tian's family, the hilltop of the local king Jia Tian's family, and the harem of the local emperor Jia Tian's family. Since he dominated Kowloon, Buddhism and Taoism are no longer allowed to preach here.
Preaching is not allowed, but local people can still believe in religion: it can only be religious sects derived from the local area, such as the Yellow and White Immortals, the Grand Master of the Hu family, and the Grandma of the Mountain God.
Even if Jia Tian is an acquaintance with Buddha and Dao Zun, there is no need to talk about it. For countless years, even pseudo-Buddhist teachings have not been spread in Kowloon, let alone true Buddhist teachings.
There are no temples. In the world of monks, who can recognize the authentic Zen singing and Buddha's light? The customers in the store have only one thought: it is haunted!
Who in the world is not afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, you are afraid of ghosts. At least there are no stupid young people in the shop who don’t believe in evil... There was a huge chaos. The old people hurriedly called for the children, but they couldn’t care about the bird cages hanging on the beams. There was a swarm of bees.
He ran out. Some said that he should go and ask the official immediately, while others said that the official could not take care of this matter. To subdue the demons and catch the ghosts, he had to go to Chengnan Gouli Village to ask the Skinny Fairy to come out...
When a group of old people rushed out shouting "there's a ghost", an old man in black robe with a goatee and an old scholar's appearance appeared out of nowhere and hurriedly walked into the store against the flow of people.
An old man named Zhang, with quick hands and quick eyes, stood in front of the old scholar with open arms: "It's haunted inside, you're looking for death..."
The people from the northwest are honest and simple, and Old Master Zhang is warm-hearted in his ancient ways, but little did he know that the old scholar he stopped was much more effective than the thin fairy girl in Gouli Village. He was the Lord of the Underworld, the ancestor of ghosts!
Jia Tian tabooed foreign immortals and Buddhas from performing Dharma in the local area, so Lord Yama followed his master's wishes. When walking in Kowloon, he kept his appearance of being "fearful of everyone".
Before Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he suddenly felt the world spinning. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on his bed. He looked up to see that the roof was not leaking. He got up and got out of bed and wanted to go out... Feeling at ease, the door was locked outside when he left home.
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The god kept walking and walked directly to the backyard: after the Buddha arrived in Kowloon, he retreated again.
At this time, the closed state has been shattered, and the Buddha is sitting in reality. Coincidentally, the Buddha is sitting on the large water tank of the Rihan Old Shop.
It sounds ridiculous to hear the Buddha sitting in a water tank, but the current situation of the Buddha is really hard to laugh at: he is cracked.
The crack is not big, but it is deep and obvious. On the Ruyijin body refined by the treasure mirror, a crack slants downward from the forehead and hairline, piercing the left eye and reaching the base of the ear.
There was no pain in the Buddha's expression, no joy, no anger, no worry, no anger, and he was so peaceful. Monk You knelt in front of the Buddha, formed seals with his hands to meditate, and after a short while chanting in his mouth, golden beads of sweat began to appear.
His forehead stretched out and rolled down.
Obviously, the Buddha's rituals have encountered a disaster, and Monk You is doing his best to help.
Yama didn't ask any more questions. He took out a seal with his left hand and pressed it slowly but hard on the Buddha's shoulder.
First the left hand mudra, then the right hand mudra, and after a while, the divine monarch stepped forward with his right foot diagonally, his left foot firmly touching the ground like a nail, and the yin and yang of both feet joined the body mudra... King Tongue Pulling was still soaking in the hot spring in the divine monarch's robe.
There was still a white towel on his head, and his face was full of surprise: "The Lord God used the 'Nine Netherworlds Penetrating the Nine Heavens' trend? Buddha, what happened?"
"When Zen is lost, you will achieve great things, but you will not be able to catch them." Yama's answer came from the sky in his robe. In ten words, the Buddha's situation was clearly explained.
In the old days, the great Bodhisattvas in the Western Heaven fell into the leak. The Buddha sent Guo Xian into the leak to find people, but Guo Xian was lost. The Buddha again asked the little Bodhisattva to search for Guo Xian... At this moment, there will be a reward. Guo Xian has found all the Zen Buddhas.
Youxiao Bodhisattva found Guoxian again. Everyone has found it. What the Buddha has to do now is to bring everyone back.
But fishing for people from the missing is mysterious and unpredictable. You have to have great power to succeed. The Buddha has great power, but no matter how powerful the power is, there is a limit. The Buddha has tried his best, but there is still a narrow gap. There is really only a narrow gap, excellent monk.
Try your best to make up for it, but it is just the "one line" that cannot be made up for.
The thin line is the difference between life and death!
The Buddha has connected all his physical, spiritual and mental power to the disciples in the leakage. This kind of thing is like fishing. The fishing rod can no longer let go. The final result is only twofold: either the fish is pulled to the shore, or the fish is taken away.
Get into the water.
The Buddha's golden body cracked again.
The Buddha only needs a little help to complete the Dharma and save everyone. And this "little help" is easy to say, but difficult to reach the sky!
Entering the leak, passing through the leak, and catching the leak are all the Zen power of the Buddhist school. Only the authentic Zen power can save the Buddha, and a little is enough. When the Zen power is insufficient, how can you supplement it? It is very simple, come on
A few devout Buddhists make wishes and worship Buddha. As long as they have piety and compassion in their hearts, their worship will immediately turn into the power of pure thoughts. With this power, they can help the Buddha and save people successfully... There is no need for too profound and magnificent power. Logically speaking, the god king leads
When the Buddha went to any mortal world where the Buddhist incense was passed down, he didn't need to do anything else. The Buddha would be able to complete his great merits.
However, Xitian was lost before the false Buddha usurped the throne, followed by the ink attack, and destroyed countless Lingzhou and the mortal world in the war. In the vast universe today, the mortal world who believed in the Buddha was nowhere to be found. The gods who worshiped the Buddha except the one in front of him.
Apart from the excellent monk, it’s hard to find anyone else!
The Lord God has already taken action with all his strength, but his magic power is completely different from the Zen power of Buddhism. Yama, with his ferocious power, can prevent the Buddha from continuing to 'break', but it is only a 'stop', he cannot help the Buddha complete the magic, to be honest
: consume.
The King of Tongue Pullers is not just a lot of nonsense, in fact, he is also very knowledgeable. After thinking for a while, he figured out the key, and he was even more surprised: "After the Buddha came back, he devoted himself to saving people... I dare to say that he was not sure that he would be able to find it.
Man, even if he finds him, he is still not sure that he can save everyone? Now he has to involve himself again? Oh, can we be more reliable?"
The Buddha cannot hear, the five senses and spiritual consciousness are extinguished, the Buddha remains unshakable, and the Buddha is shaken by wind and rain!
When Buddha got into trouble again, the three-eyed crow was beaten to pieces.
Even powerful saints like Longfeng can't even think of shaking the black army in front, let alone the Three-Eyed Crow Clan. It's not even considered a nuisance, their reinforcements are completely meaningless... But how to treat things like 'meaning'
Already.
The Three-Eyed Crow's entry into the battle has no impact on the outcome of the battle and is meaningless, but the Divine Crow feels that he must come: he has been quarreling with Sanzu for a lifetime, and he is defeated again and again. But after Sanzu becomes stronger, he is actually more powerful.
Sanmu is still very caring.
Sanmu will never pronounce the word "good" on Sanmu's lips, but what happened will never be distorted, and it will be truly remembered in his heart. Nowadays, the three-legged crow has basically fallen away, only
There are only two big crows and a group of small crows left. At this moment, they are in trouble!
Sanmu felt that he should come.
The meaning lies in coming when it should come, and coming when it should come is the realization of the meaning.
The three-eyed crow rushed forward bravely...and then detoured, running and fighting, fighting and running again. Soon, they no longer cared about fighting and could only run away. God bless these guys are not too rigid-minded, unlike Shi
Xiao Xiao just wanted to die like that, but God blessed the divine crows to be a race that is good at escaping. They flew around so fast, and the whole army was wiped out in no time. Mo, there was some ridiculous entanglement with You Du.
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In addition, Fengqiao was rescued by a leader of the Three-Eyed Divine Crow. Fengqiao could no longer maintain her strength. She lay among the soft feathers of the fire crows and smiled helplessly. She thought: I am really useless.
When a helpless smile appeared on Feng Qiao's lips, there was a cracking sound in Su Jing's ears, and the blood in his body surged violently. He couldn't help but fall backwards heavily: his sword domain was broken by Ren.
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