The autumn rain is so sad that the Buddha's palace is cold. Ning Que stood under the corridor outside the hall, looking at the lofty sky, and said, "In the Demon Sect's mountain gate, Master Liansheng once said that the Demon Sect cultivates himself and is a world of oneself, so
It will be untolerated by the way of heaven.”
"You said before that after a practitioner breaks through the five realms, he will have the opportunity to create his own new rules. In fact, he can have his own world. There is no essential difference from the concept of the Demon Sect, and naturally he will not be tolerated by the way of heaven."
Master Qishan stood up from his chair, walked to him, looked at the sky, and said calmly: "The Taoist scriptures say that practice is a gift given to mankind by Haotian, but if you look at the end, it is the Taoist immortality.
Is the infatuation, or the thought of the Buddha Sect wanting to reach the other side, or the immortal madness of the Demon Sect, they actually want to break through the limitations of Haotian on humanity step by step."
Ning Que thought that his uncle was killed when he was punished by heaven, and that there were countless amazing figures in the history of human cultivation. Finally, he melted silently into the heavenly path. His heart became more and more heartbreaking, and he said slightly: "Haotian will not go."
It is really puzzling and troublesome to keep invading the underworld invading the world.”
Master Qishan smiled and said, "That is the words and thoughts, which is a great blasphemy to Haotian. If you are not a disciple of the academy, if you were not in the Buddhist temple, the Xiling Temple would not spare you."
Ning Que suddenly remembered something, looked back at the master, and asked, "I heard that the Buddha has read the word "Shisattva" and Ming. "
Master Qishan nodded and said, "Although the Buddha's many thoughts were created by himself, they originated from reading the heavenly books. I heard that the Buddha once wrote a volume of Buddhist scriptures to explain them, but unfortunately they have been lost."
Ning Que learned this secret from the Master. He himself couldn't understand the Ming word scroll, so he wanted to know what the Buddha saw from the heavenly book. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful at this time.
"But Buddha must have mentioned the invasion of the underworld."
"In Buddhism, the invasion of the underworld is called the Dharma-Ending Age, and in some ancient scriptures, it is also called the Great Nirvana, which is a terrifying future. The reason why there are hanging temples and Lanke Temples in the world are all related to this."
"Do you mean that the Yulan Festival will worship the underworld? Or the legendary Buddha light?"
"In fact, the most important mission of Lanke Temple is to find the son of Pluto."
Ning Que said: "Master, you know that I am very sensitive to the four words "Son of the Holy One". Besides... The Buddha Sect emphasizes patience in the world. Even if you find it, can you really use the Buddha's light to suppress him?"
The master smiled and said, "Even if you are patient, you still want to know what to do with tolerance? The Buddha has not passed through the previous Dharma-Ending Age. I think he must be curious about what the Pluto would do when he was Nirvana."
"There is something that I can't figure it out."
Ning Que said: "Even if the legend becomes reality, the darkness comes and the underworld invades the world, why did the Pope throw his son into our world? If it is a pioneer, it is too ridiculous, if it is a training. Preparation.
It would be even more ridiculous to let him succeed to the throne in the future.”
"It is rumored that Hades was born at the beginning of time and ended at the end of time. It shone with the light and shadow of the sky, and it has supreme power, and it is not moving or destroyed, so it is called Hades. It is also rumored that Hades lives outside the space and holds a
The infinite world is vast and boundless. Therefore, he is also called the True Lord of Guangming, but what he wants to do most is to turn the world into the underworld."
Master Qishan said.
Ning Que suddenly said, "The teacher doesn't believe in the invasion of the underworld."
Master Qishan looked slightly different and asked, "The Master said this to you?"
Ning Que nodded and said, "Because the teacher did not find where the underworld is."
Master Qishan smiled and said, "Then you should just pretend I'm telling a story."
Ning Que said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The master smiled and continued his previous story: "In order to deal with the invasion of the underworld, Haotian created another 69,999 false worlds in the boundless space, and then mixed the real world into it.
Even if there is supreme power, it is impossible to distinguish which world is truly the only reality in the brilliance of Haotian."
"So the Pluto was at the cost of sleeping for thousands of years. It divided 70,000 breaths and sprinkled them into the 70,000 worlds. This is the legendary Pluto's 70,000 children. The 70,000 children grew up in their respective worlds and will eventually be one day.
Awakening, once you wake up, Pluto can sense the rules of the world where his children are and confirm whether it is a real or a false world."
Speaking of this, Master Qishan was silent for a long time, softly proclaimed a few Buddhist lords, suppressing his fatigue, and continued: "If the son of the Hades in this world wakes up, the Hades will know that the world is in the glory of the sky.
The specific location of the Son of Pluto will then descend to the earth with the coordinates of the Son of Pluto."
Ning Que looked at the pot of tea that was no longer hot and mist, and suddenly said, "But the night has come. Finding the Son of the Pluto at this time has no meaning to our world."
"The night has not come yet. Everything that can be felt now is a sign of disaster. And even if the underworld already knows our location, if there is no son of the Holy One's body as a passage, it will only come."
"So... the prerequisite for saving the world is to kill the son of Pluto?"
"There are actually other ways besides killing."
“What method?”
"For example, let him cultivate the Buddha's mind and then be purified by light?"
"Master... Why do I feel more and more that you are talking about me?"
"Ningque, you are such a very interesting kid."
“Where is the fun?”
"The interesting thing is that you have perfect control over your mind."
"don't know."
"You can do it if you want it, and you can't even think about it. This is a good thing."
"Master, I said I'm not good at Zen practice."
"Then what are you good at fighting?"
"fight?"
“…”
In front of the quiet and slightly cold Buddhist temple, the voices of Ning Que and Master Qishan kept ringing.
There is no one in front of the hall and behind the hall, so there is no need to worry about being listened to by anyone.
Deep in the Buddhist temple, Sangsang woke up from meditation at some point and was watching seriously with a volume of Buddhist scriptures.
The floors in front and behind her were all Buddhist scriptures.
Some of the Buddhist scriptures are relatively old, with yellowed edges on the pages, while others are newly printed and are still sprinkling the fragrance of ink.
The clear light from the rain outside the hall came in through the window and sprinkled on her body.
A black cotton jacket wrapped around her thin body.
Her long, slightly dark hair fell on her shoulders.
She looked at the Buddhist scriptures seriously, and there was a quiet look between her eyebrows and eyes, and she could not hear any sound outside the hall.
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At dusk the next day.
Ning Que walked into the Zen room and ignited a pillar of heart fragrance in the copper plate by the window.
Sangsang put down the Buddhist scriptures, looked up at him and smiled happily, revealing the two white front teeth.
Ning Que asked, "Is it interesting?"
Sangsang nodded and said, "It's interesting."
Ning Que said: "The key is whether it is useful."
Sangsang thought for a while and said, "Well... it seems useful."
Then she explained softly: "It seems that you don't have to think about it. If you forget the disease, you won't have to attack."
"I forgot, but I don't want to. You still have to keep thinking about how to turn the cold breath away."
Ning Que sat down beside her, reached out to hold her wrist, quietly sensed it for a moment, confirming that the cold and cold breath hidden deep in her body was indeed much calmer than the previous few days.
He suddenly noticed that there was a tranquility between Sangsang's eyebrows and eyes, and his whole temperament seemed to have changed in some way, and he couldn't help but change slightly. He thought to himself, is there really so many benefits to studying Buddhism?
Sangsang continued to read Buddhist scriptures. Perhaps because she was rushing to cure the disease so as not to worry Ning Que was worried. She really worked hard. According to the common Buddhist concept, such diligence and obsession are not necessarily true for studying Buddhism.
It's good, and maybe even a huge obstacle, but the wonder is that it doesn't seem to have any effect on her at all.
Ning Que sat by the window and began to read Buddhist scriptures through the twilight.
It was a natural thing to read the scriptures in ancient temples. He comforted himself in this way, and at the same time he explained silently to the second senior brother who insisted on slandering the Buddha.
He has been studying Buddhism since yesterday. Although he did not have the same Buddhist connection as Sangsang, he has indeed a lot of understanding than ordinary people. He reads scriptures very quickly. When he encounters any difficulties, he goes to ask Master Qishan for advice...
…
With a snap.
Ning Que suddenly closed the volume of Buddhist scriptures in his hand with force.
The voice woke Sangsang up, and she raised her little face and looked at him.
Ning Que shook his head and signaled that nothing was wrong.
Sangsang continued to read the scriptures.
Ning Que was staring at the scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hand in a daze.
This volume of Buddhist scriptures is very old, but the edges of the pages are not rolled up. It seems that few people read them normally.
The cover of the Buddhist scriptures was blank and there was no name.
Ning Que only remembered that when Master Qishan stuffed this volume of Buddhist scriptures into his hands, his face looked very complicated, a little relieved, and a little serious.
I don’t know that after a long time, he slowly opened the Buddhist scriptures in his hand again.
The scriptures in Buddhist scriptures are not very profound and difficult to understand. They are a method of breaking the obstacles of knowledge and insight.
However, in the warm red twilight, other words are faintly revealed in the yellow scriptures.
This volume of Buddhist scriptures has a mezzanine.
Ning Que carefully checked the binding of the Buddhist scriptures and confirmed that the pages of the scriptures about the obstacles of knowledge and views should be disguised as a basic disguise of a thin scripture.
He used his stable hands to carefully break the interlayer of the Buddhist scriptures.
More than ten yellow and old pages appeared in front of him.
I don’t know what materials these pages are made of, and the writers at that time didn’t know what ink they used. Looking at the color and feeling, I’m afraid it’s been tens of thousands of years, and it’s so yellow but nothing has happened.
He held the loss in his hand, and there was no sign of collapse into ashes.
The handwriting on the pages is not very outstanding in Ning Que's opinion.
But he looked at the words and didn't dare to blink.
I saw that on those pages, the first sentence of the beginning was:
"The bright one is the sun and the moon."
Ning Que has read this sentence... on the book of the word "Da Shu Ming".
So he knew that these pages were notes made by Buddha after reading the Ming Dynasty scroll.
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(The next chapter will be very late, at least after twelve o'clock, I will report to you in advance. If you want to go to bed early, you will be able to get up tomorrow morning to see it.)