The first cause of all realms

Chapter 263 The Road to the Immortal Buddha, the Foundation of Enlightenment (Part [-])
The sky is getting brighter, the red sun is rising in the east, and the night is receding.

In the manor built by the mountain, a few Taoists were tidying up the mess from last night, and the other small courtyard was filled with the sweet smell of porridge and rice.

The food of Taoist priests is vegetarian, but Yang Jue is naturally not picky about food, he eats it heartily, and he has never eaten anything after chasing these days.

"My lord, eat slowly..."

The veterans were terrified when they saw it. This lord ate a day's worth of five or six of them.

Looking at the empty table that was swept away by the wind, Yunque held the bowl and took a while to react.

Got to be hungry again...

Knowing martial arts is not necessarily a master.

Looking at this group of shabby Taoist priests, Yang Yu also felt a little touched.

Robbery and scruples about face, not doing business at all, seeking refuge in the imperial court but afraid of being poked in the back, so he just guards such a Taoist temple and a few acres of wasteland.

Ordinary times are fine, although there is no incense, there is no shortage of food in the mountains, but there is a drought that lasts for years, so it is really impossible to escape.

Bigu, after all, only exists in legends.

The reality is that no matter traffickers, emperors, generals, monks, priests, or masters of martial arts, they all have to eat.

Moreover, people who practice martial arts have a huge appetite.

Taking Yang Ju himself as an example, he swallowed the elixir of nourishing blood and Qi every day, and the golden iron beans could more or less replenish some physical strength, but his appetite was still ten times larger than that of ordinary people.

They don't have the ability to eat dirt, so it's perfectly normal for them to be manipulated in this famine year.

Of course, if they can let go of their face, the current chaos in Deyang Mansion, looting, robbery and theft probably cannot be dealt with by the court.

"My lord's appetite is really amazing."

Miaofa Laodao put down the bowl and chopsticks, and the tight strings in his heart gradually relaxed.

The famous Yang Qianhu didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with, of course, the thought just passed by.

"You may have various difficulties, but if you make a mistake, you have to admit punishment!"

Yang Yu put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"Poverty wait, accept the punishment."

The experienced Miaofa sighed, and he had to bow his head under the eaves.

"You don't need to feel wronged. Although you didn't personally participate in the ambushes, you set up an altar in this manor, and you originally had the intention of ending their lives for them."

Picking up the tea bowl and taking a sip, Yang Jue said calmly.

There are difficulties, but it does not mean that they are excusable.

The mist on the altar made him smell dangerous. If it wasn't him chasing after him, but Qi Gang who had been severely injured, he might fall here.

He naturally has a steelyard in his heart about this matter.

"Let the adults dispose of it."

Miaofa Laodao glanced at Mumu and seemed to be sitting there, and the expressionless two juniors and Yunque, who was full of confusion, sighed again.

He knew that since this Yang Qianhu didn't make a direct move, he must have something to cooperate with.

This kind of person is a knife, and I feel bad for the fish, but there is nothing he can do.

If he left, wouldn't there be no bones left to be eaten by this group of idiots?

"How to deal with it is another story."

Yang Jue waved his hand, looked directly at the old Taoist, and asked:
"I heard that true practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism all abide by the Three Refuges and Five Precepts. Is there such a thing?"

He still remembered what the old monk Huian of Nalanke Temple said about keeping the precepts, and he had heard similar sayings many times over the past few years.

It's just that it's too hard to find people who are pure Buddhists and Taoists.

After all, the rebooting monks are young and don't know much. When they meet these Taoist priests this time, they naturally want to prove it.

"Monks, the first thing to do is to uphold the precepts..."

Miaofa's old-fashioned expression was a bit subtle, and he guessed what Yang Jue wanted to ask. After a little thought, he replied:

"However, the difficulty of keeping the precepts lies in the practice and also in the heart. It's okay to say that the practice is good. There are not a few monks and Taoists who abide by the precepts, but the difficulty lies in the heart."

"Heart?"

Yang Jue chewed on the old way's words, thinking in his heart:
"There is no perfect person in the world, regardless of the traces. People are born in the world of mortals and have all kinds of desires. If you keep the precepts with your heart, if you keep the eight precepts, you are not a human being, but a fairy Buddha."

People with strong self-control ability, not to mention the eight precepts, can obey even more precepts, but the heart is not so simple.

Who can control the heart?

"What the adults said is true, but as a monk, what we are looking for is the stability of the soul..."

Miaofa nodded slightly to express her agreement, and then said:
"According to what my patriarch said, if a person wants to achieve immortality and Buddhahood, keeping the precepts is an inevitable process. It is a pity that the old way is dull. Now, I dare not say that I can keep the 'one precepts', let alone the 'eight precepts' limit."

"To become an immortal Buddha, must the Eight Precepts be complete?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

It's not the first time he's heard of similar words, but, even the legendary immortal Buddhas, few can achieve such a state, right?
"If you have power but no state of mind, what kind of immortals and Buddhas are you?"

Miaofa and Taoist calmly responded:

"According to the old way, the so-called immortals and Buddhas in the legends are just mortals who have traveled farther than us, and they cannot be regarded as the real immortals and Buddhas in the classics."

"Something interesting."

Yang Qiu looked up to this old man again.

His martial arts are weak, and his energy and blood are also declining, but his views are good, he is not a true cultivator, but he is still a true Taoist priest.

This point is much stronger than his two juniors.

"Although my Moyunmen is only more than 700 years old, the patriarch has left a lingering shade, and there are some Daoist Tibetans in the door. The old monk has been a monk for more than 70 years, and the only thing he can be proud of is to be familiar with Daoist Tibetans."

Miaofa is a little bit complacent.

Familiar with Daoist Canon, for a Taoist priest, it is no less than a Confucian student's "learning rich five carts".

Seeing him like this, Yang Jue tapped the table lightly:

"go on."

"Taoism has a saying that in all kinds of practice, keeping the precepts is the first. The eight precepts of Buddhism and Taoism are actually not bad. After all, my Taoism has a longer history, and it may not be known how many Buddhists have learned from it."

"Say the point!"

Yang Jue glared at him.

"Cough cough!"

The old Taoist Miaofa was choked, and seeing Yang Jue's expression turned pale, he restrained himself a bit, and said:
"According to what my patriarch said, Dao fruit is the essence of heaven and earth, the foundation of enlightenment, and keeping the precepts is the road to immortality and Buddha. The two are indispensable and complement each other.

Of course, this is just the opinion of the family, the old Taoist has lived for more than 70 years, and has never seen anyone who is pregnant with Taoism..."

The two asked and answered, and said that the sun is rising three poles.

Miao Yun, Yunque and others really couldn't sit still, but they didn't dare to leave without permission. The two veterans were fine, but Yunque couldn't sit still any longer.

Seeing that the sun was rising three poles, he hurriedly called the servants who cleaned up and asked them to eat more food, he was really hungry and couldn't bear it.

From dawn to dusk, the conversation between the two lasted for a full day, and at the end, not to mention the skylark, even the other two veterans couldn't sit still.

Glancing at Huoshaoyun in the sky, Miaoyun, who had been silent for a whole day, said:

"Master Yang, it's getting late, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Junior brother, let's just go. So what if brother and Lord Yang hit it off right away, so what if we talk at night by candlelight?"

Miaofa and Taoist seemed displeased.

"It's getting late, everyone, rest early, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yang Yu was dumbfounded.

He didn't care about Miaoyun's cold and harsh words, he signaled them to take care of themselves, but he found a guest room at random and asked them to boil water for him.

The skylark is like an amnesty.

This Qianhu lord's aura is really heavy, this day is simply tormented.

"Brother, you are too spineless!"

Unwilling to go out of the courtyard, the old Taoist Miaoyun couldn't bear it any longer, and he held his breath.

"backbone?"

The experienced Miaofa shook his head, not wanting to say anything.

The other old Taoist seemed to have figured it out, bowed long and his sleeves fell to the ground:

"Thank you for your hard work, brother..."

"Among us, what is hard work?"

The experienced Miaofa helped his younger brother up, looked at Miaoyun, and said seriously:
"After thinking about it for my brother, I still want you to go back to the mountain. The tablet in the Patriarch Hall should also be wiped..."

"Brother wants to drive me away?"

Miao Yun gave a 'thump' in her heart, and her tone suddenly softened:

"Brother is just out of breath for a while, brother..."

"We went down the mountain this time to survive, not to die."

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, Miaofa just sighed:
"When we enter the WTO, we have the rules of entering the WTO. Just like we have no wealth and no food, we are subject to the sea of ​​forgetfulness. We are not as strong as others and are held by the painful feet. So what if we bow our heads?"

"Junior brother understands."

Miao Yun took a deep breath, feeling ashamed and ashamed:
"Poor brother, at such a young age, you still have to suffer such humiliation..."

"How humiliating?"

Miaofa shook his head:

"If he can let go, we have to be grateful for his kindness. Think about it for a second, what will happen if we lose the three of us in the door?"

Miao Yun was startled.

There are only about twenty people in Moyunmen, including Yu Wanghai and his son, without them...

"Senior brother, this Master Yang left us, I'm afraid it's because of Yu Wanghai."

Another veteran spoke again.

"Whether it is true or not, we can only take one step at a time..."

Miaofa Laodao sighed and left.

The rest of the people silently followed, thoughts churned in their hearts, they felt that the mountain was too much torment, although they could survive, they were far from the leisure and ease in the mountain.

If it weren't for this drought...

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Keep the precepts!

Soaked in the scalding liquid medicine, Yang Yu was still digesting the intelligence information he got from Miaofa and Taoist in his heart, among which the most important thing was to observe the precepts.

Moyunmen will never have more comprehensive information than the archives of the six doors, but the latter is large and complicated, while the former is small and pure.

Regarding the secrets of Taoism, naturally the former is more detailed.

"To uphold the precepts, what kind of Dharma should be? Subdue one's own heart?"

Thoughts surged in Yang Yu's mind.

As a law student, he thinks he still abides by the law, but the precepts are about lust, killing, and anger...

In his impression, this is human nature, how can this be maintained?
"Following the precepts, the Buddhist and Taoist families probably have secret methods. Next time I see rebooting, I'll make a point or two. After all, his Dharma name is rebooting..."

After a long time, Yang Ju shook his head, temporarily suppressed all his thoughts, swallowed a few golden beans, closed his eyes and meditated, and entered the cauldron of gluttony.

Start taking stock of your gains.

　Well, continue to code, and strive for three today.

　
(End of this chapter)