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Chapter 208 Chanting

The eastern sky is white.

Fang Bie Hei Wu, Xue Ling Sheng Junqian, the four of them were all dressed as passers-by, and parted ways at the entrance of the Xiaohun Inn. He Ping and Duan Wu stood in place, watching the four of them drift away, until they disappeared from sight, then turned and pressed the button. Leaving with Duan Wu's shoulders on his shoulders.

Back at the inn, He Ping took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake for Duan Wu and put it in his hand, while Duan Wu looked up at He Ping: "Sister Ping, won't you eat it?"

He Ping smiled and shook her head.

"Then they will be okay this time?" He Ping continued to shake her head.

Duan Wu nodded, and he opened his mouth to take a bite of osmanthus cake. It was sweet and delicious, soft and elastic, and the rich aroma of osmanthus filled his mouth.

"It's delicious." Duan Wu said.

"It's delicious." He Ping smiled: "However, you have been asked to take care of Ningxia for the past two days. How is she doing?"

"Sister Ningxia's words." Duan Wu took another bite of osmanthus cake: "She has been sleeping for the past two days, neither eating nor drinking, and has never woken up."

"Although there is no problem with the feeling of breathing and pulse, but I am always afraid that sister Ningxia will not wake up."

"Are you afraid?" He Ping continued to ask.

Duan Wu nodded.

"Why are you afraid?" He Ping continued to ask.

This simple question made it difficult for the Dragon Boat Festival.

"It's just fear." Duan Wu couldn't tell why she was afraid.

He Ping couldn't help laughing: "Do you want sister Ningxia to wake up?"

Duan Wu nodded heavily: "I think."

"If you want, then I have a way." He Ping said quietly.

"What way?" Duan Wu couldn't help asking.

"Chanting." He Ping smiled and said these two words.

"Chanting scriptures?" Duan Wu was a little stunned: "But I can't."

"When you believe you can chant, you will." He Ping stood up and rubbed Duan Wu's head.

"If you have this idea, then go and try it."

Looking at He Ping's back, Duan Wu nodded thoughtfully.

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The boy was wearing a small skirt and walking on the stairs of the inn. The stairs were made of thick wooden boards, spiraling upwards.

The boy's twin ponytails swayed subtly in the air.

Duan Wu came to the door of Ning Xia's sleeping room, and he knew that Ning Xia was the only one in the door.

Pushing the door, the door hinge made a dull creaking sound.

Duan Wu walked in slowly, and saw Ning Xia still lying on the bed sleeping. This woman's appearance was so beautiful that she could almost rank first among the people Duan Wu knew, but now her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were long, and only her nose flapped slightly. It is also full of the coordination of Sleeping Beauty.

Dragon Boat Festival honestly sat in front of Ningxia.

This has been the past two days, let alone let Duan Wu take care of Ningxia, but in fact, even Duan Wu doesn't know how to take care of her.

Ningxia never woke up at all. If he didn't wake up, he didn't need to eat or drink. Duanwu didn't even see the terrible injury on Ningxia's back with his own eyes, because since he came here, Ningxia's back has been tied with a thick white bandage.

But sometimes, bandages are more able to arouse pity in others.

Do you chant scriptures?

Duan Wu recalled the two words He Ping said.

He has never read scriptures, so how can he recite scriptures?

"Can I really recite scriptures?" Duan Wu asked himself, but immediately, a scripture jumped into his mind without warning.

"All sentient beings have no appearance of self, person, sentient beings, or longevity. There is no appearance, and there is no appearance of dharma." Duanwu recited this scripture in Chinese without any hindrance, fluently and smoothly, without thinking.

"This is?" Duan Wu asked in surprise.

At that time, he said that he could not recite scriptures, but He Ping laughed and said that when he believed that he could recite scriptures, then he would naturally recite scriptures.

But now, when I want to recite sutras, these sutras come out of my mouth, and I don't know how many times I have recited them.

"This is the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra"?" When Duan Wu recalled it, even the name of the scripture jumped into his mind.

"This is how I heard: At one time, the Buddha was in the Lonely Garden in the country of Sravasti, and there were thousands of 250 monks together. At that time, when the World Honored One was eating, he put on his clothes and took a bowl, and went to the great city of Sravasti to beg for food. He begged successively in the city. Already, return to this place. The meal is finished, the robe and bowl are collected, the feet are washed, and the seat is covered."

When he was sure that he could recite sutras, the entire Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra had completely appeared in Duan Wu's mind. He only needed to find the beginning of the scriptures, and he could recite them very smoothly.

The Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra has a total of 130 words, which is the translation of Kumarajiva, the Buddhist great virtue. The Dragon Boat Festival starts from the first word and recites it until the fifth, 150, and [-] words. Without a trace of fallacy, his voice echoed throughout the room, every word carried a nuance of Buddhism, reciting all the way to the last line of the Diamond Sutra.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

"The Buddha said this sutra, the elder Subhuti, and all the bhikkhus, bhikkhunis, upasakas, upasakas, and all the gods, people, and asuras in the world, when they heard what the Buddha said, they all rejoiced, believed, accepted and practiced it."

At the time of these two sentences, Duan Wu woke up from the state of sudden enlightenment. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the room was full of fragrance, and he didn't know where it came from.

When he looked at Ningxia again, he found that Ningxia's eyelids began to blink slightly. Although he didn't wake up, his breathing and pulse were much stronger than before.

Duan Wu was overjoyed and wanted to wake up Ningxia, but after thinking about it, he decided to continue chanting.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships."

This Dragon Boat Festival chose the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", which was translated by the eminent monk Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty. This Heart Sutra is the heart of the Great Prajna Sutra. All the essence of Prajna is contained in this Sutra, so it is called the Heart Sutra. But the meaning is rich, the words are few but the purpose is deep, and it can be listed as one of the most important short Heart Sutras of Buddhism together with the Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra.

And the full text is only 260 words, and it takes less than half a stick of incense to recite it once.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing."

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"Therefore, when the Prajna-Paramita mantra is said, the mantra is said: Jieti Jieji, Parajkaji, Parasang Jieji, Bodhisapaha."

Once he recited the scriptures on the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole person entered the state of epiphany and emptiness. He sweated finely all over his body, and then evaporated into the air. These beads of sweat seemed to contain strange fragrances and flowers, like the sweetest flowers and fruits. The sweet taste fills the whole room.

And when Duan Wu read the last sentence, Ning Xia only heard a soft moan, and immediately opened his eyes.

"here is?"

Ning Xia spoke softly.

PS: Don't look at the enjoyment of copying scriptures and books in this chapter, in fact, it took almost two hours to write.

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