In the 40th year of Wanli, Feng Shike, the right counselor of the Chief Secretary of Yunnan at that time, chose a scenic spot in Jizu Mountain to build Xiyin Pavilion for Zen master Shi Chan to live in.
Afterwards, Zen master Benwu practiced meditation, studied the scriptures and collections for more than [-] years, and commented on "Zhao Lun" together with his master Master Suo'an, and Suo'an dictated it. It is said that he is doing his part and will not give up to the teacher.
But few people know that during the 20 years that Master Benwu lived in seclusion in Jizu Mountain, he was not just reading Buddhist scriptures, or wandering in landscape paintings every day—he was also inspired by Feng Shike's Strongly recommended, quietly met Mu Changzuo, the head of the Mu family and the prince Taibao, and was ordered to investigate an unsolved case that was rarely circulated in Dali, but was long missed by the court.
The wind was calm and the rain was clear that day, which was a rare good time in spring in Yunnan. Birds gathered in the sand and wild flowers danced in front of the eyelashes. The dark plaque on the wall also seems to be about to reveal a new and thin vitality from the increasingly decayed wood.
The servants silently led Zen Master Benwu through the courtyard. The faint weeping sounds in the mansion floated in the air, and the ashes of paper clinged to the carved beams with golden walls everywhere, until an old man kept coughing and took his silk Juan covered her mouth and walked out slowly from the inner hall.
"Monk, why did you come here?"
Zen Master Benwu was also very shocked by Mu Changzuo's personal appearance.
Because this octogenarian with fierce and domineering eyes should have taken care of himself for a long time, it was only because the eldest son Qian Guogong Mu Rui was arrested and imprisoned for "losing his seal" when he was fighting the enemy, so he had to take charge of Mu Rui again. The palace also had to find ways to please the court.
Here the sky is high and the emperor is far away. As the vassals who sealed off the town of Yunnan, the Guizhou Duke family holds the hereditary "fat servant" who is coveted by countless people.
The old man understood best that it was such a happy and affluent environment that almost destroyed the Mu family in the early years of Wanli—he didn't want to be watched by the emperor anymore.
However, since Mu Ying's second son, Mu Sheng, was granted the title of Duke Qian, as the years passed, the Mu family inevitably went downhill. It is not uncommon for the entire Mu Palace to harm the people to collect money, harass the local area, rape relatives and sisters-in-law, and seek brothers' property.
All kinds of cause and effect turned like lightning, and after a breath, the mind was like still water. The middle-aged Zen master Benwu respectfully replied with a very subtle reason: "I came here to repay the kindness of the country."
The answer is ingenious.
It wasn't because of Feng Shike's recommendation, it wasn't out of fear of Qian Guogong, and it wasn't because the monks had a desire for fame and fortune. Zen Master Benwu seemed to be talking about himself, and also about the old man, so that the old man heard about it. Yan stared at the teacher's chair, and his breathing became more and more serious.
The servants were about to flee in panic, but the Zen master was willing to bathe in the cold and stern gaze, and did not say a word.
After a long time, the octogenarian snorted softly as if nothing had happened: "What a country, are monks so sharp-tongued? The old man wants to see your skills, which are better than debate skills."
The old man kept silent, and ordered someone to carry out a box of old documents from the inner hall. In an instant, the dust with claws and claws rose in the air, as if it had alarmed a wild animal in the dust, and it was about to pounce on the face in the spring sun. People's difficult steps revealed in the purge, and they probably know that the things inside have been prepared for a long time.
"Look, my son's life depends on you."
The old man has sharp eyes, and the power he has held for many years makes his every move like a tool of torture, and people are just fish on his chopping board.
Zen master Benwu suddenly had an illusion, as if the old man was a dormant beast in the mountains, already old and lazy, but possessed a sinister ambition nourished by the dark mountains, behind his gentle manner, there was an increasingly uncontrollable violence and swiftness in his heart A desire to devour flesh and blood.
But Zen master Benwu is not afraid. Those "consciousnesses" transformed by delusional thoughts have long been unable to block the fundamental wisdom.
For the sake of the life of his son-in-law, the old man will not put any effort on him now——Mu Rui's crime of "losing his seal" is not a crime in itself, and the root cause does not lie in his timidity, but only in him. With the Mu family's unique ability to do whatever they want.
The key to the fact that the old man was able to sit on the throne of Qianguo for almost the entire Wanli Dynasty was that he could control his fangs. At least in the matter of subduing his heart, the old man did not lose to Zen Master Benwu.
"This is... Dali Fu Tianxi's memorabilia?"
Zen Master Wu's doubts were reasonable and reasonable, and the word "Fu" was scrawled on the case with a Chinese ink brush.
Since Fu Youde was killed by Emperor Hongwu, the founding heroes were not allowed to set up shrines until the Jiajing Dynasty, so the names of other members of the Fu family have not been allowed to appear in the eyes of officials for a long time.
However, in the 16th year of Zhengde, the imperial court ordered Fu Tianxi to be established in Dali,
"Exactly. In the early days of Hongwu, the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty stole Yunnan, and Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with him. Therefore, Yunnan has always been a major problem in the southwest of the dynasty..."
The old man spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, cleared his throat and continued, "Until September of the 14th year of Hongwu, in order to get rid of this serious trouble, Emperor Hongwu ordered Fu Youde, Lan Yu and my ancestors to set off from Huguang to conquer Yunnan. The entire territory of the moon is safe, so return to the teacher."
After the Battle of Baishijiang in Qujing, the ex-Yuan Liang King Bazaravalmi, who did not surrender, finally came to an end. According to the "History of Ming Dynasty Biography of Bazaravalmi": "The governor of the king can't do anything, burn his dragon clothes , drove his wife and son to Dianchi Lake to die, and at night he entered the thatched cottage to teach himself."
But the old man told Zen Master Benwu that after the former Yuan Liang king knew it was irreversible, he still sent a light cavalry to break through the encirclement overnight, and rushed straight to the boundary of Dali.Fu Youde, General of the South Expedition, was worried that he would secretly contact Duan, the general manager of Dali, and cause trouble behind the army, so he sent his fourth son Fu Tianxi to lead his troops to chase them all night, and they must be wiped out.
But King Liang's anxious troops did not proceed along the official road, but suddenly took the small road halfway, and even divided up their troops many times to attract attention. among.
Fu Tianxi dared not disobey the heavy order, and immediately pursued him, abandoning his heavy armor and relentlessly, chasing this group of remnants of the Yuan army in the barren hills.The remnants of the Yuan army were constantly left behind. Fu Tianxi found that they did not carry any marching supplies on their bodies. He only found some strange Mongolian scripts from them one after another, and there were patterns of Xixia characters mixed in them.
After two days and two nights of arduous trek, the Yuan army finally couldn't hold on without sleep and food, and fell on the border of a mountain. Bugle, after seeing the fireworks rising from the mountain, showed a strange smile and drew his sword to kill himself, only Fu Tianxi and others were left looking at each other.
One year after this incident, Fu Tianxi reported his experience on this trip many times, claiming that there were countless monks' bones scattered in that deep mountain, and that there were still many handwritten classics that were burned that day, which was extremely suspicious. Please be the governor of Dali.
Many people in the court wanted to use this as an excuse to eradicate the Duan family, but Fu Tianxi insisted that the Qingqi of the former Yuan Liang King had no intention of fleeing to Dali from the beginning to the end. Their destination was the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests. It has been completely burned and destroyed by others, so it will be determined to commit suicide after seeing it.
Fu Tianxi was worried about the strange things he saw that day. He repeatedly described many strange things to Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang through his father Fu Youde, and claimed to have grasped some clues. Secretly but continuously, the monks were exiled to the dark place in the deep mountains and valleys.
After several in-depth investigations, Fu Tianxi found that someone forced the monks to build magnificent halls in the deep valley, copy numerous scriptures, and dig an astonishing number of Buddhist caves.
This place of exile has never stopped dying, because some people forced these devout monks from different sects to practice meditation and worship Buddha there day and night, and even mixed sandalwood ghee with drugs that stimulate the mind, until they were killed The horror in the mountains and forests drove them crazy, or their bodies were occupied by unknown things, leaving only countless weird and hideous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in place.
"[If you don't see the real Buddha, you can't be liberated], I don't know what it means."
Fu Youde wrote in his notebook that during the past few decades, every night, the helpless monks could only light the lamps and stand back to back, relying on chanting sutras all night to drive away fear, but in their chanting, there would still be hysteria The strange screams and roars, as well as the deformed figures that kept disappearing and flashing around the periphery.
The sight of the red candles in the valley like wildfire in the middle of the night was seen by the local mountain people, and they thought it was a miracle of the Bodhisattva's appearance, but no one knew that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had been praying devoutly for many years had never been in danger. Save a penny.
Fu Tianxi's behavior revealed a mysterious atmosphere. He continued to write the results of his investigations into memorials, and presented them to Zhu Yuanzhang through Fu Youde, which naturally attracted the attention of Emperor Hongwu. , "Dali Tiankai Buddhist Kingdom" and "Valley of Thousands of Monks' Corpses" have become popular stories in the capital, attracting the attention of many people.
More and more people are beginning to believe that there are good things in that valley that are enough to make the Mongols look sideways.
However, even if Fu Tianxi searched day and night, he still couldn't know their more precise purpose. He could only deduce from the previous Yuan Yuan's behavior of "defeating government and being lenient". Over the past few decades, thousands of monks have been secretly sent to Jizu Shanyin continuously, so there must be their ulterior motives.
In such persistent and obsessive research, Fu Tianxi went deep into Jizu Shanyin alone several times, and seemed to be infected by certain things, his behavior became elusive, and some incongruous words were often mixed in the memorial. Narrated alone, there is a bit of weird but self-consistent logic in the madness.
Unfortunately, not long ago, Fu Tianxi, who was still the governor of Dali, encountered the Jinan riots in Yunnan and Guizhou. As the battlefield gradually became unfavorable, someone advised Fu Tianxi to escape at night. If the name is not completed, the emperor's kindness is very generous, so what is the meaning of repaying it if you don't kill him and rescue him?"
After speaking, he took off his battle armor for some reason, and went to fight the rebels naked, and finally died in battle. After the war, he was hastily buried by the local people.
This matter should have stopped here, just like whether Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with the former Yuan Liang Wang, became an unsolved case, but for some reason, it was rumored that before Fu Tianxi died, he wrote a batch of documents that had not yet been sent. The playbook was secretly buried by the officials long before his death, and it recorded the findings of his last in-depth investigation.
From Hongwu to the Jiajing Dynasty, the imperial court still asked whether Fu Tianxi's death could be verified from time to time. Among them, Wu Zong was the most curious and even sent Wang Shouren to come. He died, but he changed his face like a prophet before Fu Youde was killed, and continued his unfinished investigation after hiding his name...
"These are the playbooks that the old man collected so hard, how about it?"
The old man raised his eyes to Zen Master Benwu, tapped his wrinkled index finger to every inch of his skin, and said in a deep voice, "I am not interested in these secrets, I will leave them all to you. My son's life is up to you." It's up to me."
Zen master Benwu didn't intend to turn over the notebook, and said calmly: "You can do things, but you can't predict good or bad."
The old man had a blue vein in his temple, and he seemed to be trying to endure his temper. In the end, he didn't look at the copybook, and looked up at the void on the roof and said coldly.
"The old man didn't ask you to divination! How can you, a wild monk, understand the thoughts of heaven and man?"
Zen master Benwu didn't notice it at first, but he quietly discovered during a certain memory that the old man probably didn't have never touched Fu Tianxi's memorials as he said.Because from his dazed and vigilant eyes at that time, the deep vigilance and fear were clearly revealed.
On that day, Zen Master Benwu, who left Qianguo Mansion with the dilapidated playbook, could still hear the weeping from the inner hall, but the warm spring sun outside the door gradually turned cold, making Benwu There is no Zen master in the wide sleeves of his toga, as if being penetrated by a poisonous snake.
Regarding the investigation of Fu Tianxi's memorial, after all, the old man did not wait for the answer he wanted, but it was not the old man who died, but Mu Rui, who he tried his best to rescue, died of illness in prison soon after, and naturally there was no more. Which sad person is interested in asking about the contents of these ancient memorials.
But there is no such thing as the Zen master, let alone the tragic deeds recorded behind these memorials.Looking at the piles of bones melting on the mountain, he didn't know who was acting so cruelly, who could regard human life as nothing. If he hadn't happened to meet an expert from outside the sect to point him out, there would be no Zen master who would suffer from the demons all his life If you are sleepy, you will be entangled and linger on Jizu Mountain, looking for the Mahayana method that can truly liberate the Pure Land from the pile of old papers.
In order to save the dead souls of Jizu Shanyin, there is no Zen master who has worked hard for 30 years. First, he taught a disciple who is most likely to find out everything, but this disciple has not yet He was infected by evil views after stepping into the forbidden area, so he had no choice but to travel thousands of miles to Tiantai Mountain to seek the method of repentance. At the same time, he also told the elders of the Tiantai Sect about the tragic disaster in Jizu Mountain Yin.
The abbot of Tiantai Sect, who was familiar with this matter, also knew that this matter was no small matter. Among them, many eminent monks and great virtues were turned into evil spirits and ghosts, unable to be reborn in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, so they proposed another solution.
According to the records of "Pamian Worship and Vows", when the Buddha was practicing in the cause, he peeled the skin into paper, pricked blood into ink, dissected bones into a pen, and wrote classics, accumulating like Sumeru. Yan.
For this reason, the Tiantai sect sent out Monk Jingwen from Yingfu Temple in Nanjing. This monk Jingwen only studied the Fahua all his life, and made a blood copy of the "Fahua Sutra". After the Xitan Temple in Zushan, we can make a difference.It is a pity that Monk Jingwen died halfway, and this blood scripture was escorted by Xu Xiake, master and servant, and was finally sent to the hands of brothers Hongbian and Anren, the successors of Xitan Temple, in the eighth year after the death of Zen master Benwu.
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Sometimes listening to old people reminisce about the past is a very interesting thing, especially when the narrator is already old, and even the original listener is dying, the sense of the whole story will be more vivid. superior.
For some reason, Master Anren talked about the old things. The pain was transmitted from Zen Master Benwu to Master Anren. He has buried it deeply in his heart for many years. Even Abbot Hongbian only knows a little bit about it.Today, in this hideous and strange Buddhist cave, I can finally tell outsiders without any scruples, but it can't resolve the predicament in the slightest.
Thousands of corpses gathered in the mountains and forests, and gray mist descended from the sky, covering Luo Shuang'er's already pure and innocent figure with a ruthless outer veil, and even the cold expression gradually became hard to see clearly.
One side looks like a quiet woman, and the other side looks like a ferocious beast. In such a scene in the ordinary wilderness, good and evil are naturally separated.
Sometimes, when everything is out of alignment, all square inches suddenly stand still, not only the front, back, left, and right of each other are suddenly mixed together, but even the up and down in space will start to blur.The precipitous platform that everyone only felt was standing still in front of them, gradually rising and rising as their eyes tilted and collapsed, until it turned into a dangerous peak that went straight into the sky, serving as a battlefield for beasts that everyone focused on.
"Female benefactor, please stay safe."
On the heart-made mountain, even facing Luo Shuang'er, who is full of murderous intentions, Dharma King Miaobao still has a compassionate and intelligent appearance, and his bulging cheeks are as fearless as a lion. No matter from which angle you look at it, He is gradually breaking away from the appearance of a mortal, infinitely approaching the mighty and mysterious appearance created by the Buddhist supernatural power.
Luo Shuang'er came with a sword but didn't say a word, her cold eyes didn't stop at Dharma King Miaobao for a moment, and she went straight across a long distance to look at Jiang Wen who was hiding in the cave, and then she went out with her eyes. A killing intent that was almost visible to the naked eye.
Dharma King Miaobao moved to the left and blocked Luo Shuang'er involuntarily, but his body gradually became unsteady, as if his tall and straight figure, which had appeared in all kinds of fierce battles just now, was suddenly on the verge of falling.
The Tibetan Dharma King felt something was wrong, and as he stared away with empty eyes, he actually felt that the pair of shearing eyes that were supposed to be full of affection suddenly turned into sharp eyes in her hands. The continuation of the sword unreasonably divided the obstacles in front of him, and completely smashed them into chaos.
"Get out of the way..."
With a soft scold, King Miaobao only felt that the distance from his left shoulder to his left side was suffering from the severe pain of being separated from his flesh and blood. It seemed that an extremely cold sharp blade was passing through his body, taking away the temperature, accompanied by The splattered blood was stained red, dividing the boundary between death and fracture.
The severe pain made the eyes of the King Miaobao involuntarily stained with a tinge of bright red blood. Everything is in a dangerous situation that is intentionally created. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed. , we must immediately stay away from this precept of life and death, and stay away from this painted-skinned ghost who is just wearing the skin of a beautiful woman!
Although the kundalini yoga is fierce and fierce, the blazing thing has its source, and it is impossible to arise from the void for no reason. Once the five chakras and seven veins are cut off, this body will no longer be able to rise to the raging fire.
Dharma King Miaobao froze suddenly and stood where he was, but unexpectedly, Dharma King Miaobao suddenly woke up in front of the severe pain of amputating his body, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating.
The kundalini yoga posture suddenly appeared, and the magic wheel in the body of the Miaobao Karmapa began to rotate, controlling the wind and the wind, and the elimination of sinful obstacles. Vigorously powerful was born from the shoulders to the elbows, and from the elbows to the palms, and suddenly hit the void in the air. place.
Needless to say, a sharp sword light bloomed from the void involuntarily, stinging the eyes of all bystanders. Even Jiang Wen had to admit that his martial art, which was specially deduced for Yixi, From head to toe, there is an evil spirit that is not tolerated by the world!
However, I saw Miaobao Dharma King's lion-like face gradually glowing, and his heart turned pain into joy. The fear of the outside world could not affect him, and the pain in his body could not make him surrender. Death has eliminated the fundamental fear in the heart, leaving only the determination to generate light and benefit all beings in the heart!
Is this to feed a tiger with your body?
Or are you cutting meat to feed the eagles?
Everyone's hearts are full of doubts, because from their point of view, the sword shadow flying at a high speed has undoubtedly risen and flew back, without encountering any obstruction, it is firmly nailed to the chest of King Miaobao .
In order to swing this sword, Luo Shuang'er even put all her strength into the move, only the toes of her feet touched the ground, and built a delicately balanced fulcrum on the enemy's chest and heart!
It may be that the sword move was too fast, but at this moment, the brilliance of the sharp sword in Luo Shuang'er's hand came later, and the part it passed was the dark line from the left shoulder to the left flank. The sword move was so fierce and fierce that it almost wiped The boundary of human vision is swung out at an imperceptible angle, delineating the huge gap between armed and empty-handed!
Pinzhao exclaimed, but was firmly held in place by Jiang Wen, because it was the first time he saw Luo Shuang'er head-on, showing obvious weakness when she drew her sword.
At the end of a strong crossbow, Lu Jin cannot be pierced, and before a strong crossbow is fired, it cannot hurt children and weaklings. Before the slaying sword can show its due demeanor, it is firmly clamped in front of the body by the clasped palms of the Miaobao Dharma King.
The unspeakable magic is here, the actions made by King Miaobao like a prophet, first deceived Luo Shuang'er's meticulous and sharp sword intent, and then happened to intercept Luo Shuang'er's sword on the only way, making the sword unable to do anything at all. Advance and retreat, just like this miraculously cracked the Dugu Nine Swords, which was supposed to attack the enemy and save it, but there was no way to win!
Jiang Wen looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, knowing that this could never be a fluke.
If he was just a beginner practicing the Dugu Nine Swords, he might think that Luo Shuang'er was not good at learning skills, so that the Miaobao Dharma King would use no-movement moves to break the moves; The essence of "entering from the void and anticipating the enemy's opportunity" is not a state that can be eliminated by "no moves" of ordinary messy moves at all!
If you really want to deal with Dugu Nine Swords, the only way is to be faster than Kuaijian, to be ahead of the odds, and to be able to firmly grasp the entire chessboard before the opponent makes a move!
This principle is easy to say, but difficult to do, because the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords is subtle and unpredictable, and it is not a speed that human beings can surpass. It is also difficult to match the subsequent ethereal, erratic and unpredictable mysterious moves.
However, there are no absolutes in the world. Even if the Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, they still need to be within the reach of the long sword to be able to kill. The point of "faster than faster"!
"This is the illusory body yoga in the six dharmas of Naruo in Tibet. The present moment is passing, and the next moment is the future. All existence is just illusion and continuous continuity. The continuous continuity of all illusory existence constitutes the illusory existence. world, so the achievement of phantom body is supernatural power."
Venerable An Ren explained slowly, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, once again he was overwhelmed by the miracle created by His Holiness Miaobao.It is true that these yogas are not martial arts, but they have gone a long way on the road of exercising themselves.
Such miraculous powers and miracles do not need to be reproduced, because one inadvertent move in the struggle of life and death will not have a chance to make a comeback. I saw King Miaobao folded his palms together, and the illusion wheel condensed by the phantom body of yoga has already operated clumsily The energy of the fire is sent to all parts of the body, instantly displaying the pure glazed sambhogakaya comparable to a saint.
With the mighty supernatural power of the lion roaring silently, the sharp teeth are undoubtedly exposed, Luo Shuang'er's long sword, which was conspired in the dark, has not had time to be drawn, and the Miaobao Dharma King who was transported to the peak by the kundalini and the phantom yoga Repressed, the posture is soothing and vigorous, which contains the vast and boundless universe, and the fire light all over it bursts into hot starlight. It seems that there is a body like glass, clear inside and outside, and a pure figure, which is slowly emerging from the core of the nebula, blessed by King Miaobao on the body...
Pinzhao said excitedly: "The sword has been stopped! Did the Fawang win?!"
Jiang Wen was silent, only Venerable An Ren frowned and said, "No, the Black Hat Dharma King's kundaliya yoga is obviously exhausted, and the achievement of the phantom body has also changed from empty to real. It seems that the glass body is no longer supported. This game is a lose-lose situation." .”
Just in an instant, the sword in Luo Shuang'er's palm was broken by the brute force of the Miaobao Dharma King with a loud crackling sound, and turned into pieces of broken iron, which fell to the ground one after another, and the forged and burnt pure sambhogakaya , also smashed against the biting murderous aura coming out of the sword body, until it became disintegrated and unable to take shape.
Now that all things are created from the mind, the Miaobao Dharma King staggered for a moment, then braced his body to straighten up again, and the Buddha image that was originally shaped like a lion king gradually disappeared, and turned into the most complete, solemn, upright and wonderful treasure image, even as if Gradually approaching the body of the Buddha, a golden light of more than ten feet gradually radiated from the surroundings.
This is the miraculous and extraordinary "Brightness Accomplishment Method" among the six methods of Naruo in Tibet. Practitioners use a profound and perfect sequence to practice, force the karmic wind to return to the central channel, and transform it into the wisdom wind, and then the great light will be released. This is the manifestation of the nature of the mind, that is, the wisdom beyond duality!
Luo Shuang'er, who had let go of the long sword, finally had a gleam of clarity in his eyes. The golden light of the Buddha's body swept across the mountains and forests, and it seemed to have some effect on awakening the mind, and even the haggard mist that filled the air was slightly dispersed .
In the great light, there were scorched and haggard marks on the Ganmozi's body, and he crawled on the ground and writhed in extreme pain, as if he was being burned by a raging fire, but he couldn't even wail.These evil spirits who have fallen into the Yin of Jizu Mountain have never stopped between life and death. They live and die without stopping, and they are always in the midst of life and death, suffering day and night , but in any case it cannot compare to the pain of being irradiated by golden light.
Jiang Wenyuan watched the scene, but suddenly found that the dry muntjac who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, hideously exposed, suddenly started kneeling stiffly one after another.
Under the golden light, one can see their dry skin peeling off layer by layer, and a dense layer of deep black mildew spots emerge, which is almost different in color from the withered and dull broken leaves and decayed grass on the ground. His mouth was tightly closed, his hands were raised above his head, and he was slowly worshiping with his shriveled limbs in front of him, as if the muscle memory that had been repeated thousands of times before his death had already penetrated into the bone marrow was taking effect.
It looks like the dry muntjacs are worshiping the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Those same piety, persistence, difficulty and sorrow are like evil ghosts who have been trapped in the endless hell all their lives. After death, they still beg the Buddhas bitterly. Bodhisattva saves...
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The cold rain outside the Thousand Buddha Caves was desolate, and the oncoming cold wind was biting. The heat and poison of Jizu Mountain Yin gradually turned into a cold, but everyone's thoughts were absorbed and aroused, only Master An Ren was surprised at this moment. Shocked, he suddenly turned his head and woke up.
"Amitabha Buddha. In this world of three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, all sufferings and pains flow endlessly. The Shurangama Sutra says: Concentrate the mind as a precept, and the precepts give birth to samadhi, and the samadhi gives rise to wisdom. If you want to get rid of the three poisons, you must first cultivate without leaks..."
Master Anren's old face showed a trace of helplessness and intolerance, and he chanted sutras in a low voice to save the ghost. His contradictory expression was like Jiang Wen's first time seeing the old monk dying in Fayun Pavilion.
He looked at Pinzhao, and saw that the little monk was still dripping with sweat, his eyes eagerly and fieryly looking at the supernatural power displayed by King Miaobao, as if he didn't feel the biting cold that was rising and falling around him at all.
He looked at Jiang Wen with a serious face again, only to see Jiang Wen frowning slightly and looking around, as if there was a needle prick on his body.Sensing Master Anren's recovery at this time, the eyes of the two finally met. The morale that had been a little high due to the great display of the might of the Miaobao Dharma King finally showed a dignified and silent emotion together.
In Jiang Wen's eyes, An Ren is a very strange person.
When ordinary people enter old age, they tend to self-righteously put aside their early doubts, and begin to regard the people or things they meet in the hasty half of their lives as a kind of inevitable in life, and sum up their shallow experience, so they begin to be proud of their past qualifications and experience, and always want to You must point and point at the younger generation in the scope of being like a frog in a well.
But in Master Anren, there is neither the emotion of a dying person struggling to survive and want to see the pure land, nor the reflection of a martyr's ambition in his old age. Instead, he is full of indescribable confusion and confusion that does not match his age. The difficult situation in answering, and even as a lifelong eminent monk, he is always looked down upon involuntarily.
But Jiang Wen didn't need to say it, because he knew that in An Ren's eyes, he must be a very strange person, a weird person who behaved selfishly, but couldn't help but meddle in other people's business.
Venerable Anren also understands that even if Nirvana is imminent, even if the catastrophe of life and death is in front of him, he is still troubled by the demon of his own mind that arises and disappears in an instant and persists day and night. His faint and gradually clear heart will still be troubled by the subtle movements in the yin.
He knows that he is not as diligent and brave as the Miaobao Dharma King. Whenever he is silent and immersed in the clouds and smoke, mountains and rivers, the gathering and dispersing of water and fire, clean dirt, cold and warm, there will be a subtle movement of movement. The more corrupted, so that in the silence where I should be able to see my own nature, I started to fight each other between the concentration and Yin of practice, and finally introduced the appearance of being possessed by demons, showing all kinds of madness and madness that reversed illusions.
"At the beginning, my master once went deep into Jizu Mountain, and said with certainty that the disaster of Jizu Mountain Yin, only the sage without leaks can save the sea of suffering. At the beginning, the master also gave earnest advice to the old monk, but it is a pity that these years of practice In order to turn back the years, Kong Kong failed to live up to expectations..."
The perfect saint?Jiang Wen was extremely puzzled.
This appellation has always referred to Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who are pure and without omissions, and are no longer confused and clinging to the desire world, the form world, and the formless world.
Then he looked sideways, looking at this Buddhist genius who was once hailed as "the closest to the Arhat status", suddenly he could see the expectations placed on him at the beginning, and the hardships of being helpless and helpless all these years.
"Master Anren, the world is so turbid and evil now, where did the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas come from? When Master Benwu came in, did he see the same scene as before? If it has always been like this hell, how can people in the world have a way to escape!"
Master Anren explained the facts in a meaningful way, trying to straighten out the dialectical relationship.What you see in front of you is said to be mysterious, because it can manifest all things and use impermanence, and it is not mysterious because you are using it to perceive right now.
"Almsgiver, you said that there are no Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in this world, but do you think those two people are like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"
Then Venerable Anren put his palms together and sighed, looking at the proud figure at the bottom of the cliff.
"As the benefactor said, now it seems that no one in this mountain can be liberated except the Miaobao Dharma King. And all of this is the cause and effect of my Buddhist family..."
The old monk didn't explain the illusion that he is obsessed with now. The name and appearance of Jizu Shanyin are all false, and he himself can't tell what is true and what is illusion.
The heat that Pinzhao feels is the annoyance caused by confusion and obsession; the cold that Anren perceives is the coldness caused by troubles and karma; the sting pain that Jiang Wen feels is because he often faces death or even Beyond death, bring empathy and synaesthesia.
The pain that everyone feels is different, but it does not mean that this "pain" is different, so everyone is just a blind man who is only guessing about a huge and boundless totality-maybe only an enlightened person who has transcended the fire house can understand it. Get a glimpse of the whole picture.
Such afflictions and pains are the embodiment of the myriad of afflictions mentioned by the Buddhists.Even if the body is healthy, there are various psychological troubles such as slander, reputation, love, and hatred. Even if the practice is good, these troubles can be dissolved, but as long as one day is alive, there will always be many fears in life that cannot be eliminated. Heaven entrusts birth to heaven and man, and there are also unknown fears because life will eventually end.
For this reason, Hinayana devotes itself to extricating oneself from suffering, but may not be able to escape everything in the end; Mahayana expansive teachings are dedicated to saving others, and may be able to forget their own suffering a little, but often instead of reducing the suffering of others, it deepens it. own suffering.
Ganjizi is still worshiping, his body posture is pious and stiff, revealing a trace of Buddha nature that has already overcome human nature. If the kingdom of Tiankai Buddha is also the land of demons, maybe Tianmo in the valley can also be called a Buddha son.
Jiang Wen has always maintained his sobriety and reason, so that he can find the truth in these crazy and bizarre scenes, but at this moment, there must be something in Jizu Shanyin that completely blinded his five senses, leaving only a little bit of darkness. His intuition has not been blocked, he knows that he can't act rashly now, otherwise he will be trapped in this vast quagmire like the old monk said.
——Just like Luo Shuanger.
At some point, everyone discovered that Luo Shuang'er, who was being worshiped by a group of corpses, was wearing a pure white gauze like the moonlight untouched by the world, and the brilliance quietly flowed on the thousand mountains. With both hands, the fragments of the long sword were removed, and it seemed to be released. With a heavy burden, it glows with a strange appearance of being reborn, washing the marrow and changing the tendons.
She didn't wake up after that, and she didn't look at Jiang Wen any more. There was a last bit of deep-rooted nostalgia hanging on the brows in her eyes, and then her eyes closed slowly, with an extremely cold texture like becoming a Buddha immediately.
It was the withered white mist penetrating into her body, causing the gauze to condense into a white jade-like luster.
She started to move, but her long sword was broken, and her actions at this time were not so much "wu" as "dance". As the long sword entangled in the world disappeared, Luo Shuang'er quietly danced as if no one was around. The scene in front of her eyes slowly changed, and Luo Shuang'er seemed to turn into the Water Moon Bodhisattva with a high bun, a crown, a necklace, and a ribbon.
She is still dancing with thick ink and colors, neither sad nor happy. As the mountain mist turns into fairy mist, she flutters her clothes and belts in the clouds and mist, overlooking all living beings; Indistinguishable, her dancing posture is enchanting, and she is cold-eyed about the world.
The scene in front of them changed suddenly, and the hearts of several people were being affected by Luo Shuang'er. She exuded a mysterious power that touched people's hearts. And the flying ribbons can also fly in the air.
"It's the Divine Illumination Sutra!"
Jiang Wen uttered nouns that no one else could understand, but the Shenzhaojing is the Shenzhaojing, there is no formula, and there is no rule.
It can be Wuying Shenquan, it can be resurrection from the dead, it can even be Liancheng Swordsmanship or Dugu Nine Swords, among all kinds of intangible and intangible things, it can be what all living beings think in their hearts, only through the devotion of thousands of dry deer. After the pilgrimage, it unexpectedly condensed into a white jade Guanyin statue.
"Dharma King Miaobao is in danger!"
Jiang Wen was in a hurry, and Luo Shuang'er showed her original posture, which did not mean that she was less threatening. On the contrary, she entered another very threatening posture - Nuo Dance!
Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is a secret weapon used to deal with Wuyang Jiaogui, and it is also a kind of martial arts to deal with Yixi. It was able to make Wuyang change from the moment it was born on the boiling sea, and now it has been blessed a lot Chongtian's cold mountain internal strength, and he doesn't know how far it will be deduced!
Dharma King Miaobao stared blankly in front of him again with intense eyes, and his kundaliya yoga skills spread all over his body, but this time, he couldn't catch the killing intent that Luo Shuang'er should have shown at all.
This time, it was no longer the twelve fierce gods enshrined in the Nuo dance, nor Fang Xiangshi who was chasing ghosts and eliminating epidemics and wearing a bear skin. In Luo Shuang'er's petite body, a god and Buddha revered by thousands of people descended. The upper body of the god does not carry any smoke and fire.
This is not to be blamed on Dharma King Miaobao, because only Jiang Wen knows best that Dugu Nine Swords is the martial art he used casually to deal with Yixi, and Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is completely used to deal with invisible elephants from birth to now. Supernatural.In this kind of martial arts, there is no need to show killing intent at all, just like the storm, thunder and lightning will not show hatred, the meaning of the existence of Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is to bloom without reservation at the desperate moment when the wind and thunder are blowing and everything is disorder come out.
This time, Luo Shuang'er just closed her eyes lightly, and opened another eye in the dark. The next moment, she seemed to have eyes all over her body, and she "looked" over with a ten thousand times hotter gaze, surpassing the golden light of the Buddha's body. The ray also completely ignited the whole world at that moment!
Afterwards, Zen master Benwu practiced meditation, studied the scriptures and collections for more than [-] years, and commented on "Zhao Lun" together with his master Master Suo'an, and Suo'an dictated it. It is said that he is doing his part and will not give up to the teacher.
But few people know that during the 20 years that Master Benwu lived in seclusion in Jizu Mountain, he was not just reading Buddhist scriptures, or wandering in landscape paintings every day—he was also inspired by Feng Shike's Strongly recommended, quietly met Mu Changzuo, the head of the Mu family and the prince Taibao, and was ordered to investigate an unsolved case that was rarely circulated in Dali, but was long missed by the court.
The wind was calm and the rain was clear that day, which was a rare good time in spring in Yunnan. Birds gathered in the sand and wild flowers danced in front of the eyelashes. The dark plaque on the wall also seems to be about to reveal a new and thin vitality from the increasingly decayed wood.
The servants silently led Zen Master Benwu through the courtyard. The faint weeping sounds in the mansion floated in the air, and the ashes of paper clinged to the carved beams with golden walls everywhere, until an old man kept coughing and took his silk Juan covered her mouth and walked out slowly from the inner hall.
"Monk, why did you come here?"
Zen Master Benwu was also very shocked by Mu Changzuo's personal appearance.
Because this octogenarian with fierce and domineering eyes should have taken care of himself for a long time, it was only because the eldest son Qian Guogong Mu Rui was arrested and imprisoned for "losing his seal" when he was fighting the enemy, so he had to take charge of Mu Rui again. The palace also had to find ways to please the court.
Here the sky is high and the emperor is far away. As the vassals who sealed off the town of Yunnan, the Guizhou Duke family holds the hereditary "fat servant" who is coveted by countless people.
The old man understood best that it was such a happy and affluent environment that almost destroyed the Mu family in the early years of Wanli—he didn't want to be watched by the emperor anymore.
However, since Mu Ying's second son, Mu Sheng, was granted the title of Duke Qian, as the years passed, the Mu family inevitably went downhill. It is not uncommon for the entire Mu Palace to harm the people to collect money, harass the local area, rape relatives and sisters-in-law, and seek brothers' property.
All kinds of cause and effect turned like lightning, and after a breath, the mind was like still water. The middle-aged Zen master Benwu respectfully replied with a very subtle reason: "I came here to repay the kindness of the country."
The answer is ingenious.
It wasn't because of Feng Shike's recommendation, it wasn't out of fear of Qian Guogong, and it wasn't because the monks had a desire for fame and fortune. Zen Master Benwu seemed to be talking about himself, and also about the old man, so that the old man heard about it. Yan stared at the teacher's chair, and his breathing became more and more serious.
The servants were about to flee in panic, but the Zen master was willing to bathe in the cold and stern gaze, and did not say a word.
After a long time, the octogenarian snorted softly as if nothing had happened: "What a country, are monks so sharp-tongued? The old man wants to see your skills, which are better than debate skills."
The old man kept silent, and ordered someone to carry out a box of old documents from the inner hall. In an instant, the dust with claws and claws rose in the air, as if it had alarmed a wild animal in the dust, and it was about to pounce on the face in the spring sun. People's difficult steps revealed in the purge, and they probably know that the things inside have been prepared for a long time.
"Look, my son's life depends on you."
The old man has sharp eyes, and the power he has held for many years makes his every move like a tool of torture, and people are just fish on his chopping board.
Zen master Benwu suddenly had an illusion, as if the old man was a dormant beast in the mountains, already old and lazy, but possessed a sinister ambition nourished by the dark mountains, behind his gentle manner, there was an increasingly uncontrollable violence and swiftness in his heart A desire to devour flesh and blood.
But Zen master Benwu is not afraid. Those "consciousnesses" transformed by delusional thoughts have long been unable to block the fundamental wisdom.
For the sake of the life of his son-in-law, the old man will not put any effort on him now——Mu Rui's crime of "losing his seal" is not a crime in itself, and the root cause does not lie in his timidity, but only in him. With the Mu family's unique ability to do whatever they want.
The key to the fact that the old man was able to sit on the throne of Qianguo for almost the entire Wanli Dynasty was that he could control his fangs. At least in the matter of subduing his heart, the old man did not lose to Zen Master Benwu.
"This is... Dali Fu Tianxi's memorabilia?"
Zen Master Wu's doubts were reasonable and reasonable, and the word "Fu" was scrawled on the case with a Chinese ink brush.
Since Fu Youde was killed by Emperor Hongwu, the founding heroes were not allowed to set up shrines until the Jiajing Dynasty, so the names of other members of the Fu family have not been allowed to appear in the eyes of officials for a long time.
However, in the 16th year of Zhengde, the imperial court ordered Fu Tianxi to be established in Dali,
"Exactly. In the early days of Hongwu, the Liang King of the former Yuan Dynasty stole Yunnan, and Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with him. Therefore, Yunnan has always been a major problem in the southwest of the dynasty..."
The old man spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm, cleared his throat and continued, "Until September of the 14th year of Hongwu, in order to get rid of this serious trouble, Emperor Hongwu ordered Fu Youde, Lan Yu and my ancestors to set off from Huguang to conquer Yunnan. The entire territory of the moon is safe, so return to the teacher."
After the Battle of Baishijiang in Qujing, the ex-Yuan Liang King Bazaravalmi, who did not surrender, finally came to an end. According to the "History of Ming Dynasty Biography of Bazaravalmi": "The governor of the king can't do anything, burn his dragon clothes , drove his wife and son to Dianchi Lake to die, and at night he entered the thatched cottage to teach himself."
But the old man told Zen Master Benwu that after the former Yuan Liang king knew it was irreversible, he still sent a light cavalry to break through the encirclement overnight, and rushed straight to the boundary of Dali.Fu Youde, General of the South Expedition, was worried that he would secretly contact Duan, the general manager of Dali, and cause trouble behind the army, so he sent his fourth son Fu Tianxi to lead his troops to chase them all night, and they must be wiped out.
But King Liang's anxious troops did not proceed along the official road, but suddenly took the small road halfway, and even divided up their troops many times to attract attention. among.
Fu Tianxi dared not disobey the heavy order, and immediately pursued him, abandoning his heavy armor and relentlessly, chasing this group of remnants of the Yuan army in the barren hills.The remnants of the Yuan army were constantly left behind. Fu Tianxi found that they did not carry any marching supplies on their bodies. He only found some strange Mongolian scripts from them one after another, and there were patterns of Xixia characters mixed in them.
After two days and two nights of arduous trek, the Yuan army finally couldn't hold on without sleep and food, and fell on the border of a mountain. Bugle, after seeing the fireworks rising from the mountain, showed a strange smile and drew his sword to kill himself, only Fu Tianxi and others were left looking at each other.
One year after this incident, Fu Tianxi reported his experience on this trip many times, claiming that there were countless monks' bones scattered in that deep mountain, and that there were still many handwritten classics that were burned that day, which was extremely suspicious. Please be the governor of Dali.
Many people in the court wanted to use this as an excuse to eradicate the Duan family, but Fu Tianxi insisted that the Qingqi of the former Yuan Liang King had no intention of fleeing to Dali from the beginning to the end. Their destination was the uninhabited deep mountains and old forests. It has been completely burned and destroyed by others, so it will be determined to commit suicide after seeing it.
Fu Tianxi was worried about the strange things he saw that day. He repeatedly described many strange things to Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang through his father Fu Youde, and claimed to have grasped some clues. Secretly but continuously, the monks were exiled to the dark place in the deep mountains and valleys.
After several in-depth investigations, Fu Tianxi found that someone forced the monks to build magnificent halls in the deep valley, copy numerous scriptures, and dig an astonishing number of Buddhist caves.
This place of exile has never stopped dying, because some people forced these devout monks from different sects to practice meditation and worship Buddha there day and night, and even mixed sandalwood ghee with drugs that stimulate the mind, until they were killed The horror in the mountains and forests drove them crazy, or their bodies were occupied by unknown things, leaving only countless weird and hideous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in place.
"[If you don't see the real Buddha, you can't be liberated], I don't know what it means."
Fu Youde wrote in his notebook that during the past few decades, every night, the helpless monks could only light the lamps and stand back to back, relying on chanting sutras all night to drive away fear, but in their chanting, there would still be hysteria The strange screams and roars, as well as the deformed figures that kept disappearing and flashing around the periphery.
The sight of the red candles in the valley like wildfire in the middle of the night was seen by the local mountain people, and they thought it was a miracle of the Bodhisattva's appearance, but no one knew that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who had been praying devoutly for many years had never been in danger. Save a penny.
Fu Tianxi's behavior revealed a mysterious atmosphere. He continued to write the results of his investigations into memorials, and presented them to Zhu Yuanzhang through Fu Youde, which naturally attracted the attention of Emperor Hongwu. , "Dali Tiankai Buddhist Kingdom" and "Valley of Thousands of Monks' Corpses" have become popular stories in the capital, attracting the attention of many people.
More and more people are beginning to believe that there are good things in that valley that are enough to make the Mongols look sideways.
However, even if Fu Tianxi searched day and night, he still couldn't know their more precise purpose. He could only deduce from the previous Yuan Yuan's behavior of "defeating government and being lenient". Over the past few decades, thousands of monks have been secretly sent to Jizu Shanyin continuously, so there must be their ulterior motives.
In such persistent and obsessive research, Fu Tianxi went deep into Jizu Shanyin alone several times, and seemed to be infected by certain things, his behavior became elusive, and some incongruous words were often mixed in the memorial. Narrated alone, there is a bit of weird but self-consistent logic in the madness.
Unfortunately, not long ago, Fu Tianxi, who was still the governor of Dali, encountered the Jinan riots in Yunnan and Guizhou. As the battlefield gradually became unfavorable, someone advised Fu Tianxi to escape at night. If the name is not completed, the emperor's kindness is very generous, so what is the meaning of repaying it if you don't kill him and rescue him?"
After speaking, he took off his battle armor for some reason, and went to fight the rebels naked, and finally died in battle. After the war, he was hastily buried by the local people.
This matter should have stopped here, just like whether Duan, the general manager of Dali, colluded with the former Yuan Liang Wang, became an unsolved case, but for some reason, it was rumored that before Fu Tianxi died, he wrote a batch of documents that had not yet been sent. The playbook was secretly buried by the officials long before his death, and it recorded the findings of his last in-depth investigation.
From Hongwu to the Jiajing Dynasty, the imperial court still asked whether Fu Tianxi's death could be verified from time to time. Among them, Wu Zong was the most curious and even sent Wang Shouren to come. He died, but he changed his face like a prophet before Fu Youde was killed, and continued his unfinished investigation after hiding his name...
"These are the playbooks that the old man collected so hard, how about it?"
The old man raised his eyes to Zen Master Benwu, tapped his wrinkled index finger to every inch of his skin, and said in a deep voice, "I am not interested in these secrets, I will leave them all to you. My son's life is up to you." It's up to me."
Zen master Benwu didn't intend to turn over the notebook, and said calmly: "You can do things, but you can't predict good or bad."
The old man had a blue vein in his temple, and he seemed to be trying to endure his temper. In the end, he didn't look at the copybook, and looked up at the void on the roof and said coldly.
"The old man didn't ask you to divination! How can you, a wild monk, understand the thoughts of heaven and man?"
Zen master Benwu didn't notice it at first, but he quietly discovered during a certain memory that the old man probably didn't have never touched Fu Tianxi's memorials as he said.Because from his dazed and vigilant eyes at that time, the deep vigilance and fear were clearly revealed.
On that day, Zen Master Benwu, who left Qianguo Mansion with the dilapidated playbook, could still hear the weeping from the inner hall, but the warm spring sun outside the door gradually turned cold, making Benwu There is no Zen master in the wide sleeves of his toga, as if being penetrated by a poisonous snake.
Regarding the investigation of Fu Tianxi's memorial, after all, the old man did not wait for the answer he wanted, but it was not the old man who died, but Mu Rui, who he tried his best to rescue, died of illness in prison soon after, and naturally there was no more. Which sad person is interested in asking about the contents of these ancient memorials.
But there is no such thing as the Zen master, let alone the tragic deeds recorded behind these memorials.Looking at the piles of bones melting on the mountain, he didn't know who was acting so cruelly, who could regard human life as nothing. If he hadn't happened to meet an expert from outside the sect to point him out, there would be no Zen master who would suffer from the demons all his life If you are sleepy, you will be entangled and linger on Jizu Mountain, looking for the Mahayana method that can truly liberate the Pure Land from the pile of old papers.
In order to save the dead souls of Jizu Shanyin, there is no Zen master who has worked hard for 30 years. First, he taught a disciple who is most likely to find out everything, but this disciple has not yet He was infected by evil views after stepping into the forbidden area, so he had no choice but to travel thousands of miles to Tiantai Mountain to seek the method of repentance. At the same time, he also told the elders of the Tiantai Sect about the tragic disaster in Jizu Mountain Yin.
The abbot of Tiantai Sect, who was familiar with this matter, also knew that this matter was no small matter. Among them, many eminent monks and great virtues were turned into evil spirits and ghosts, unable to be reborn in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, so they proposed another solution.
According to the records of "Pamian Worship and Vows", when the Buddha was practicing in the cause, he peeled the skin into paper, pricked blood into ink, dissected bones into a pen, and wrote classics, accumulating like Sumeru. Yan.
For this reason, the Tiantai sect sent out Monk Jingwen from Yingfu Temple in Nanjing. This monk Jingwen only studied the Fahua all his life, and made a blood copy of the "Fahua Sutra". After the Xitan Temple in Zushan, we can make a difference.It is a pity that Monk Jingwen died halfway, and this blood scripture was escorted by Xu Xiake, master and servant, and was finally sent to the hands of brothers Hongbian and Anren, the successors of Xitan Temple, in the eighth year after the death of Zen master Benwu.
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Sometimes listening to old people reminisce about the past is a very interesting thing, especially when the narrator is already old, and even the original listener is dying, the sense of the whole story will be more vivid. superior.
For some reason, Master Anren talked about the old things. The pain was transmitted from Zen Master Benwu to Master Anren. He has buried it deeply in his heart for many years. Even Abbot Hongbian only knows a little bit about it.Today, in this hideous and strange Buddhist cave, I can finally tell outsiders without any scruples, but it can't resolve the predicament in the slightest.
Thousands of corpses gathered in the mountains and forests, and gray mist descended from the sky, covering Luo Shuang'er's already pure and innocent figure with a ruthless outer veil, and even the cold expression gradually became hard to see clearly.
One side looks like a quiet woman, and the other side looks like a ferocious beast. In such a scene in the ordinary wilderness, good and evil are naturally separated.
Sometimes, when everything is out of alignment, all square inches suddenly stand still, not only the front, back, left, and right of each other are suddenly mixed together, but even the up and down in space will start to blur.The precipitous platform that everyone only felt was standing still in front of them, gradually rising and rising as their eyes tilted and collapsed, until it turned into a dangerous peak that went straight into the sky, serving as a battlefield for beasts that everyone focused on.
"Female benefactor, please stay safe."
On the heart-made mountain, even facing Luo Shuang'er, who is full of murderous intentions, Dharma King Miaobao still has a compassionate and intelligent appearance, and his bulging cheeks are as fearless as a lion. No matter from which angle you look at it, He is gradually breaking away from the appearance of a mortal, infinitely approaching the mighty and mysterious appearance created by the Buddhist supernatural power.
Luo Shuang'er came with a sword but didn't say a word, her cold eyes didn't stop at Dharma King Miaobao for a moment, and she went straight across a long distance to look at Jiang Wen who was hiding in the cave, and then she went out with her eyes. A killing intent that was almost visible to the naked eye.
Dharma King Miaobao moved to the left and blocked Luo Shuang'er involuntarily, but his body gradually became unsteady, as if his tall and straight figure, which had appeared in all kinds of fierce battles just now, was suddenly on the verge of falling.
The Tibetan Dharma King felt something was wrong, and as he stared away with empty eyes, he actually felt that the pair of shearing eyes that were supposed to be full of affection suddenly turned into sharp eyes in her hands. The continuation of the sword unreasonably divided the obstacles in front of him, and completely smashed them into chaos.
"Get out of the way..."
With a soft scold, King Miaobao only felt that the distance from his left shoulder to his left side was suffering from the severe pain of being separated from his flesh and blood. It seemed that an extremely cold sharp blade was passing through his body, taking away the temperature, accompanied by The splattered blood was stained red, dividing the boundary between death and fracture.
The severe pain made the eyes of the King Miaobao involuntarily stained with a tinge of bright red blood. Everything is in a dangerous situation that is intentionally created. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed. , we must immediately stay away from this precept of life and death, and stay away from this painted-skinned ghost who is just wearing the skin of a beautiful woman!
Although the kundalini yoga is fierce and fierce, the blazing thing has its source, and it is impossible to arise from the void for no reason. Once the five chakras and seven veins are cut off, this body will no longer be able to rise to the raging fire.
Dharma King Miaobao froze suddenly and stood where he was, but unexpectedly, Dharma King Miaobao suddenly woke up in front of the severe pain of amputating his body, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating.
The kundalini yoga posture suddenly appeared, and the magic wheel in the body of the Miaobao Karmapa began to rotate, controlling the wind and the wind, and the elimination of sinful obstacles. Vigorously powerful was born from the shoulders to the elbows, and from the elbows to the palms, and suddenly hit the void in the air. place.
Needless to say, a sharp sword light bloomed from the void involuntarily, stinging the eyes of all bystanders. Even Jiang Wen had to admit that his martial art, which was specially deduced for Yixi, From head to toe, there is an evil spirit that is not tolerated by the world!
However, I saw Miaobao Dharma King's lion-like face gradually glowing, and his heart turned pain into joy. The fear of the outside world could not affect him, and the pain in his body could not make him surrender. Death has eliminated the fundamental fear in the heart, leaving only the determination to generate light and benefit all beings in the heart!
Is this to feed a tiger with your body?
Or are you cutting meat to feed the eagles?
Everyone's hearts are full of doubts, because from their point of view, the sword shadow flying at a high speed has undoubtedly risen and flew back, without encountering any obstruction, it is firmly nailed to the chest of King Miaobao .
In order to swing this sword, Luo Shuang'er even put all her strength into the move, only the toes of her feet touched the ground, and built a delicately balanced fulcrum on the enemy's chest and heart!
It may be that the sword move was too fast, but at this moment, the brilliance of the sharp sword in Luo Shuang'er's hand came later, and the part it passed was the dark line from the left shoulder to the left flank. The sword move was so fierce and fierce that it almost wiped The boundary of human vision is swung out at an imperceptible angle, delineating the huge gap between armed and empty-handed!
Pinzhao exclaimed, but was firmly held in place by Jiang Wen, because it was the first time he saw Luo Shuang'er head-on, showing obvious weakness when she drew her sword.
At the end of a strong crossbow, Lu Jin cannot be pierced, and before a strong crossbow is fired, it cannot hurt children and weaklings. Before the slaying sword can show its due demeanor, it is firmly clamped in front of the body by the clasped palms of the Miaobao Dharma King.
The unspeakable magic is here, the actions made by King Miaobao like a prophet, first deceived Luo Shuang'er's meticulous and sharp sword intent, and then happened to intercept Luo Shuang'er's sword on the only way, making the sword unable to do anything at all. Advance and retreat, just like this miraculously cracked the Dugu Nine Swords, which was supposed to attack the enemy and save it, but there was no way to win!
Jiang Wen looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, knowing that this could never be a fluke.
If he was just a beginner practicing the Dugu Nine Swords, he might think that Luo Shuang'er was not good at learning skills, so that the Miaobao Dharma King would use no-movement moves to break the moves; The essence of "entering from the void and anticipating the enemy's opportunity" is not a state that can be eliminated by "no moves" of ordinary messy moves at all!
If you really want to deal with Dugu Nine Swords, the only way is to be faster than Kuaijian, to be ahead of the odds, and to be able to firmly grasp the entire chessboard before the opponent makes a move!
This principle is easy to say, but difficult to do, because the sword intent of Dugu Nine Swords is subtle and unpredictable, and it is not a speed that human beings can surpass. It is also difficult to match the subsequent ethereal, erratic and unpredictable mysterious moves.
However, there are no absolutes in the world. Even if the Dugu Nine Swords are exquisite, they still need to be within the reach of the long sword to be able to kill. The point of "faster than faster"!
"This is the illusory body yoga in the six dharmas of Naruo in Tibet. The present moment is passing, and the next moment is the future. All existence is just illusion and continuous continuity. The continuous continuity of all illusory existence constitutes the illusory existence. world, so the achievement of phantom body is supernatural power."
Venerable An Ren explained slowly, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, once again he was overwhelmed by the miracle created by His Holiness Miaobao.It is true that these yogas are not martial arts, but they have gone a long way on the road of exercising themselves.
Such miraculous powers and miracles do not need to be reproduced, because one inadvertent move in the struggle of life and death will not have a chance to make a comeback. I saw King Miaobao folded his palms together, and the illusion wheel condensed by the phantom body of yoga has already operated clumsily The energy of the fire is sent to all parts of the body, instantly displaying the pure glazed sambhogakaya comparable to a saint.
With the mighty supernatural power of the lion roaring silently, the sharp teeth are undoubtedly exposed, Luo Shuang'er's long sword, which was conspired in the dark, has not had time to be drawn, and the Miaobao Dharma King who was transported to the peak by the kundalini and the phantom yoga Repressed, the posture is soothing and vigorous, which contains the vast and boundless universe, and the fire light all over it bursts into hot starlight. It seems that there is a body like glass, clear inside and outside, and a pure figure, which is slowly emerging from the core of the nebula, blessed by King Miaobao on the body...
Pinzhao said excitedly: "The sword has been stopped! Did the Fawang win?!"
Jiang Wen was silent, only Venerable An Ren frowned and said, "No, the Black Hat Dharma King's kundaliya yoga is obviously exhausted, and the achievement of the phantom body has also changed from empty to real. It seems that the glass body is no longer supported. This game is a lose-lose situation." .”
Just in an instant, the sword in Luo Shuang'er's palm was broken by the brute force of the Miaobao Dharma King with a loud crackling sound, and turned into pieces of broken iron, which fell to the ground one after another, and the forged and burnt pure sambhogakaya , also smashed against the biting murderous aura coming out of the sword body, until it became disintegrated and unable to take shape.
Now that all things are created from the mind, the Miaobao Dharma King staggered for a moment, then braced his body to straighten up again, and the Buddha image that was originally shaped like a lion king gradually disappeared, and turned into the most complete, solemn, upright and wonderful treasure image, even as if Gradually approaching the body of the Buddha, a golden light of more than ten feet gradually radiated from the surroundings.
This is the miraculous and extraordinary "Brightness Accomplishment Method" among the six methods of Naruo in Tibet. Practitioners use a profound and perfect sequence to practice, force the karmic wind to return to the central channel, and transform it into the wisdom wind, and then the great light will be released. This is the manifestation of the nature of the mind, that is, the wisdom beyond duality!
Luo Shuang'er, who had let go of the long sword, finally had a gleam of clarity in his eyes. The golden light of the Buddha's body swept across the mountains and forests, and it seemed to have some effect on awakening the mind, and even the haggard mist that filled the air was slightly dispersed .
In the great light, there were scorched and haggard marks on the Ganmozi's body, and he crawled on the ground and writhed in extreme pain, as if he was being burned by a raging fire, but he couldn't even wail.These evil spirits who have fallen into the Yin of Jizu Mountain have never stopped between life and death. They live and die without stopping, and they are always in the midst of life and death, suffering day and night , but in any case it cannot compare to the pain of being irradiated by golden light.
Jiang Wenyuan watched the scene, but suddenly found that the dry muntjac who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, hideously exposed, suddenly started kneeling stiffly one after another.
Under the golden light, one can see their dry skin peeling off layer by layer, and a dense layer of deep black mildew spots emerge, which is almost different in color from the withered and dull broken leaves and decayed grass on the ground. His mouth was tightly closed, his hands were raised above his head, and he was slowly worshiping with his shriveled limbs in front of him, as if the muscle memory that had been repeated thousands of times before his death had already penetrated into the bone marrow was taking effect.
It looks like the dry muntjacs are worshiping the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Those same piety, persistence, difficulty and sorrow are like evil ghosts who have been trapped in the endless hell all their lives. After death, they still beg the Buddhas bitterly. Bodhisattva saves...
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The cold rain outside the Thousand Buddha Caves was desolate, and the oncoming cold wind was biting. The heat and poison of Jizu Mountain Yin gradually turned into a cold, but everyone's thoughts were absorbed and aroused, only Master An Ren was surprised at this moment. Shocked, he suddenly turned his head and woke up.
"Amitabha Buddha. In this world of three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, all sufferings and pains flow endlessly. The Shurangama Sutra says: Concentrate the mind as a precept, and the precepts give birth to samadhi, and the samadhi gives rise to wisdom. If you want to get rid of the three poisons, you must first cultivate without leaks..."
Master Anren's old face showed a trace of helplessness and intolerance, and he chanted sutras in a low voice to save the ghost. His contradictory expression was like Jiang Wen's first time seeing the old monk dying in Fayun Pavilion.
He looked at Pinzhao, and saw that the little monk was still dripping with sweat, his eyes eagerly and fieryly looking at the supernatural power displayed by King Miaobao, as if he didn't feel the biting cold that was rising and falling around him at all.
He looked at Jiang Wen with a serious face again, only to see Jiang Wen frowning slightly and looking around, as if there was a needle prick on his body.Sensing Master Anren's recovery at this time, the eyes of the two finally met. The morale that had been a little high due to the great display of the might of the Miaobao Dharma King finally showed a dignified and silent emotion together.
In Jiang Wen's eyes, An Ren is a very strange person.
When ordinary people enter old age, they tend to self-righteously put aside their early doubts, and begin to regard the people or things they meet in the hasty half of their lives as a kind of inevitable in life, and sum up their shallow experience, so they begin to be proud of their past qualifications and experience, and always want to You must point and point at the younger generation in the scope of being like a frog in a well.
But in Master Anren, there is neither the emotion of a dying person struggling to survive and want to see the pure land, nor the reflection of a martyr's ambition in his old age. Instead, he is full of indescribable confusion and confusion that does not match his age. The difficult situation in answering, and even as a lifelong eminent monk, he is always looked down upon involuntarily.
But Jiang Wen didn't need to say it, because he knew that in An Ren's eyes, he must be a very strange person, a weird person who behaved selfishly, but couldn't help but meddle in other people's business.
Venerable Anren also understands that even if Nirvana is imminent, even if the catastrophe of life and death is in front of him, he is still troubled by the demon of his own mind that arises and disappears in an instant and persists day and night. His faint and gradually clear heart will still be troubled by the subtle movements in the yin.
He knows that he is not as diligent and brave as the Miaobao Dharma King. Whenever he is silent and immersed in the clouds and smoke, mountains and rivers, the gathering and dispersing of water and fire, clean dirt, cold and warm, there will be a subtle movement of movement. The more corrupted, so that in the silence where I should be able to see my own nature, I started to fight each other between the concentration and Yin of practice, and finally introduced the appearance of being possessed by demons, showing all kinds of madness and madness that reversed illusions.
"At the beginning, my master once went deep into Jizu Mountain, and said with certainty that the disaster of Jizu Mountain Yin, only the sage without leaks can save the sea of suffering. At the beginning, the master also gave earnest advice to the old monk, but it is a pity that these years of practice In order to turn back the years, Kong Kong failed to live up to expectations..."
The perfect saint?Jiang Wen was extremely puzzled.
This appellation has always referred to Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats who are pure and without omissions, and are no longer confused and clinging to the desire world, the form world, and the formless world.
Then he looked sideways, looking at this Buddhist genius who was once hailed as "the closest to the Arhat status", suddenly he could see the expectations placed on him at the beginning, and the hardships of being helpless and helpless all these years.
"Master Anren, the world is so turbid and evil now, where did the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas come from? When Master Benwu came in, did he see the same scene as before? If it has always been like this hell, how can people in the world have a way to escape!"
Master Anren explained the facts in a meaningful way, trying to straighten out the dialectical relationship.What you see in front of you is said to be mysterious, because it can manifest all things and use impermanence, and it is not mysterious because you are using it to perceive right now.
"Almsgiver, you said that there are no Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in this world, but do you think those two people are like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas?"
Then Venerable Anren put his palms together and sighed, looking at the proud figure at the bottom of the cliff.
"As the benefactor said, now it seems that no one in this mountain can be liberated except the Miaobao Dharma King. And all of this is the cause and effect of my Buddhist family..."
The old monk didn't explain the illusion that he is obsessed with now. The name and appearance of Jizu Shanyin are all false, and he himself can't tell what is true and what is illusion.
The heat that Pinzhao feels is the annoyance caused by confusion and obsession; the cold that Anren perceives is the coldness caused by troubles and karma; the sting pain that Jiang Wen feels is because he often faces death or even Beyond death, bring empathy and synaesthesia.
The pain that everyone feels is different, but it does not mean that this "pain" is different, so everyone is just a blind man who is only guessing about a huge and boundless totality-maybe only an enlightened person who has transcended the fire house can understand it. Get a glimpse of the whole picture.
Such afflictions and pains are the embodiment of the myriad of afflictions mentioned by the Buddhists.Even if the body is healthy, there are various psychological troubles such as slander, reputation, love, and hatred. Even if the practice is good, these troubles can be dissolved, but as long as one day is alive, there will always be many fears in life that cannot be eliminated. Heaven entrusts birth to heaven and man, and there are also unknown fears because life will eventually end.
For this reason, Hinayana devotes itself to extricating oneself from suffering, but may not be able to escape everything in the end; Mahayana expansive teachings are dedicated to saving others, and may be able to forget their own suffering a little, but often instead of reducing the suffering of others, it deepens it. own suffering.
Ganjizi is still worshiping, his body posture is pious and stiff, revealing a trace of Buddha nature that has already overcome human nature. If the kingdom of Tiankai Buddha is also the land of demons, maybe Tianmo in the valley can also be called a Buddha son.
Jiang Wen has always maintained his sobriety and reason, so that he can find the truth in these crazy and bizarre scenes, but at this moment, there must be something in Jizu Shanyin that completely blinded his five senses, leaving only a little bit of darkness. His intuition has not been blocked, he knows that he can't act rashly now, otherwise he will be trapped in this vast quagmire like the old monk said.
——Just like Luo Shuanger.
At some point, everyone discovered that Luo Shuang'er, who was being worshiped by a group of corpses, was wearing a pure white gauze like the moonlight untouched by the world, and the brilliance quietly flowed on the thousand mountains. With both hands, the fragments of the long sword were removed, and it seemed to be released. With a heavy burden, it glows with a strange appearance of being reborn, washing the marrow and changing the tendons.
She didn't wake up after that, and she didn't look at Jiang Wen any more. There was a last bit of deep-rooted nostalgia hanging on the brows in her eyes, and then her eyes closed slowly, with an extremely cold texture like becoming a Buddha immediately.
It was the withered white mist penetrating into her body, causing the gauze to condense into a white jade-like luster.
She started to move, but her long sword was broken, and her actions at this time were not so much "wu" as "dance". As the long sword entangled in the world disappeared, Luo Shuang'er quietly danced as if no one was around. The scene in front of her eyes slowly changed, and Luo Shuang'er seemed to turn into the Water Moon Bodhisattva with a high bun, a crown, a necklace, and a ribbon.
She is still dancing with thick ink and colors, neither sad nor happy. As the mountain mist turns into fairy mist, she flutters her clothes and belts in the clouds and mist, overlooking all living beings; Indistinguishable, her dancing posture is enchanting, and she is cold-eyed about the world.
The scene in front of them changed suddenly, and the hearts of several people were being affected by Luo Shuang'er. She exuded a mysterious power that touched people's hearts. And the flying ribbons can also fly in the air.
"It's the Divine Illumination Sutra!"
Jiang Wen uttered nouns that no one else could understand, but the Shenzhaojing is the Shenzhaojing, there is no formula, and there is no rule.
It can be Wuying Shenquan, it can be resurrection from the dead, it can even be Liancheng Swordsmanship or Dugu Nine Swords, among all kinds of intangible and intangible things, it can be what all living beings think in their hearts, only through the devotion of thousands of dry deer. After the pilgrimage, it unexpectedly condensed into a white jade Guanyin statue.
"Dharma King Miaobao is in danger!"
Jiang Wen was in a hurry, and Luo Shuang'er showed her original posture, which did not mean that she was less threatening. On the contrary, she entered another very threatening posture - Nuo Dance!
Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is a secret weapon used to deal with Wuyang Jiaogui, and it is also a kind of martial arts to deal with Yixi. It was able to make Wuyang change from the moment it was born on the boiling sea, and now it has been blessed a lot Chongtian's cold mountain internal strength, and he doesn't know how far it will be deduced!
Dharma King Miaobao stared blankly in front of him again with intense eyes, and his kundaliya yoga skills spread all over his body, but this time, he couldn't catch the killing intent that Luo Shuang'er should have shown at all.
This time, it was no longer the twelve fierce gods enshrined in the Nuo dance, nor Fang Xiangshi who was chasing ghosts and eliminating epidemics and wearing a bear skin. In Luo Shuang'er's petite body, a god and Buddha revered by thousands of people descended. The upper body of the god does not carry any smoke and fire.
This is not to be blamed on Dharma King Miaobao, because only Jiang Wen knows best that Dugu Nine Swords is the martial art he used casually to deal with Yixi, and Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is completely used to deal with invisible elephants from birth to now. Supernatural.In this kind of martial arts, there is no need to show killing intent at all, just like the storm, thunder and lightning will not show hatred, the meaning of the existence of Zhenjiao Nuo Dance is to bloom without reservation at the desperate moment when the wind and thunder are blowing and everything is disorder come out.
This time, Luo Shuang'er just closed her eyes lightly, and opened another eye in the dark. The next moment, she seemed to have eyes all over her body, and she "looked" over with a ten thousand times hotter gaze, surpassing the golden light of the Buddha's body. The ray also completely ignited the whole world at that moment!
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