fake prince

Chapter 1023 The law can't work
"Master, Pujing!"

Bianxuan closed his eyes, two lines of blood and tears flowed down.

He has superb martial arts and a reputation all over the capital. He thought he could play tricks on people's hearts and even win the favor of the princess in order to spread the Buddhist teachings.

But with a cold will, the entire Brahma religion is as fragile as paper.

Whether it is reputation, sect, or prestige, they are all vulnerable, how sad and lamentable this is!

Even the so-called boundless Brahma Dharma seems to have no effect at all.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood was spat out like this. Bianxuan could no longer maintain his samadhi, and woke up from his samadhi. He leaned forward slightly, and was about to wipe the blood on his lips when he heard the slight movement of the curtain, and a gust of wind hit.

"Who?" When Bianxuan opened his eyes, he realized that something was wrong.

In the room where I entered meditation, the door was originally ajar, but now it has been opened a little.

When I looked over, I saw someone standing outside the half-closed door, leaning against the door, looking leisurely waiting for me to wake up.

Bianxuan's heart shuddered, this person appeared so ghostly, it was obvious that the person who came was not kind!
This is the Daiwangfu!
Even though I deliberately lived in a remote place away from the main courtyard for the sake of quietness, this courtyard is still within the Daiwang Mansion, and the Daiwang Mansion has been loose on the outside and tight on the inside in the past month, and it is by no means that ordinary youngsters can enter quietly!
Bianxuan was deep in the end, calmed down in an instant, through the looming moonlight, he could see the man outside wearing a green dress and a mask, under the moonlight, the mask was hideous and terrifying, like a ghost.

If he was not facing the door, he happened to see this figure when he opened his eyes, and with his ability to discern the mystery, he would not have felt the existence of this person!
This feeling is very mysterious, he can see the existence of this person, but he can't feel it when he feels it.

"It's impossible, my Fanjue has declined so much?"

The spiritual awareness is the most important thing in Buddhist practice. Who is this person? Could it be a ghost?

At this moment, Bianxuan couldn't help but have such absurd thoughts.

Bianxuan is the heir cultivated by Brahma Sect. Even though he suffered a serious injury before, he didn't hurt his foundation. Now he has recovered more than half of it. With his own ability, he can't feel the existence of this person. He can only see it with naked eyes. See.

This person even gave Bianxuan a feeling that the other party seemed to exist but also seemed to be empty. Is this really a person?

Even if they are really ghosts and gods, they can still see and feel them!

Bianxuan looked at it, bit his lip lightly, and said quietly: "Who are you?"

The man in Tsing Yi came in directly from the outside, and the walking was silent, giving a feeling of discrimination, as if there was nothing, it seemed to exist, and it seemed to not exist.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he could tell that the man in Tsing Yi was not really empty, but that his voice was a man's, but the voice was deep and hoarse, not unpleasant.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to be very clear about what he saw and heard after he entered meditation: "You received the fundamental precepts and passed on the most extraordinary teachings. This is one of the important turning points that Brahma sect expects."

"But why did Gao De predict that Brahma Dharma will flourish, but was repeatedly blocked?"

"My little monk doesn't know, so I ask the almsgiver for advice." Bianxuan calmed down, and slowly put his palms together, quietly watching the man in Tsing Yi approaching slowly with one eye.

The man in Tsing Yi finally stopped at a distance of three to five meters from Bianxuan, and unrulyly lifted the hem of his clothes and sat on the ground.

The two faced each other and looked at each other, their perfect faces were ruined by the blindfold, and looked like a jade statue under the moonlight. The beauty of contradictions.

The light in Bianxuan's eyes was cold and calm.

This is quite different from Bianxuan's usual temperament, but at this moment, in the clean room of the tea house shrouded in moonlight, it blends with his current temperament.

The man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting casually across from him, suddenly chuckled: "Sure enough, it's Bingfan's aura, and it does have some roots, but it's a pity that it's disfigured."

"The body is just a skin, and the face is even more useless to the Brahma, so what's the pity?"

Bianxuan said calmly, knowing that the man in Tsing Yi came to visit late at night, and it was like this, he must have no good intentions.

But in front of his eyes, the faces of countless tragic deaths flashed one by one.

Even though he has the heart of a great Brahman, and his master also has a heart of a great Brahman, but those little novice monks who are less than ten years old, those orphans who were taken in by the temple because their parents died early, what's wrong?
But the emperor Lei Ting was furious, but blood flowed into rivers in the temple.

Do those who interrogate ordinary Buddhist monks really just want to pry their mouths open and find out some secrets from their mouths?
Do not!
That was just to flatter the furious emperor, just for the slightest possible benefit.

At this moment, a longing spontaneously arose in Bianxuan's heart!That desire is like a demon, rising steadily and growing rapidly!
He thought, since there are princes and generals in this world, they can trample on weak people wantonly, so why not control this power, let this power be used by yourself, to protect the people you want to protect, to achieve yourself What do you want to achieve?

My past self was too rigid!
Too constrained!

If the past self could figure out these principles and break free from the ropes tied to him, then perhaps things would not have turned out like this, Master would not have died tragically, and Fan karma would certainly be able to do so.

"If you regard the body as a skin, you will never be able to see the truth and break this situation." The man in Tsing Yi seemed to have seen Bianxuan's psychological changes, but he didn't seem to see it, just said so.

"Also ask the benefactor to give advice." Bianxuan finally asked in a deeper and hoarse voice: "Why?"

This is asking for the answer to the question just now.

The man in Tsing Yi asked, why is it that the Prophecy of the Brahma Dharma is predicted to be prosperous, but it is repeatedly blocked?

Bianxuan is asking for an answer that can be given.

Maybe the answer that the person in Tsing Yi gave me would be more terrifying than the tragic scene I saw, and I would be bewitched by it and do something irreversible, but the pain suppressed in my heart made Bianxuan eager to know this Answer.

"As the Brahma said, supernatural powers are not as good as karma, and many monks are satisfied with the answer. But why is it not as good as, but no one knows. Even if they know, it is an excuse to accumulate karma in the past."

"Actually, the answer is very simple. This world is not the Brahma world. This is the root cause." The man in Tsing Yi said indifferently: "The guest does as he pleases. These four words are simple, but they are the most fundamental truth."

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to know many truths, and seemed to be a little contemptuous of the Brahma God. This contempt did not seem to be produced by ignorance and arrogance, on the contrary, it was casual because he knew the inside story.

"The guest is up to the owner, so in this world, the Brahma Dharma is subject to karma?" Bianxuan didn't get angry, but muttered to himself.

Seeing Bianxuan pondering, the man in Tsing Yi laughed again.

This laughter seemed to be mocking Bianxuan's stupidity, or surprised Bianxuan's comprehension, and the voice came out from behind the mask in a low voice: "That's right, because the emperor was angry and killed tens of thousands of corpses, what's the point of killing you monks?" What's up?"

"Many monks comforted themselves that such a serious crime would destroy the emperor's merits and he would fall into hell."

"But, whether it's merit or merit, or even reincarnation of cause and effect, etc., it's all the law of the guest, how can it be restricted to the host's house?"

"If the law cannot be practiced, how can there be retribution? The only way to do it is to die."

(End of this chapter)