long night fire

And these flames seemed to stick to the surface of the corpse, and they couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

After finishing this task, the mechanical monk in red cassock turned around and walked towards Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong:

"Two benefactors, the poor monk's name is 'Jingfa', and a 'monk'."

Seeing that Shangjian Yao and Long Yuehong didn't respond, he suddenly sat down cross-legged, flicked his cassock lightly, and said in that cold and emotionless voice:

"sit down."

Shang Jianyao hesitated for a moment, took a few steps forward, and sat down on the ground in the most convenient posture for jumping up.

Long Yuehong was a few seconds slower, walked to the same position, and sat down.

The mechanical monk who claimed to be a "monk" purified his eyes with a red light, nodded slightly and said:

"I don't know what the two benefactors know about my Buddha Bodhi?"

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong shook their heads at the same time.

The mechanical monk Jingfa was not angry, and his cold voice was inexplicably solemn:

"I, Buddha Bodhi, is one of the thirteen rulers who govern the years and govern the world.

"He is the ruler of January, the beginning of all things, the germ and incarnation of consciousness."

Note 1: The religious classics found by the monks' order are all fragments, so it is normal for there to be errors in Buddha's name, teachings, and collages with other religious teachings.Well, this is also to distinguish it from real religion, so as to avoid trouble.

Chapter 37 A Big Dream

Hearing the words of the mechanical monk Jingfa, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were taken aback at the same time.

Jingfa stared at them for two seconds with flashing red eyes, and then said to Long Yuehong:

"You don't know how old you are."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shang Jianyao, and said without any emotional ups and downs:

"you know."

ah?Long Yuehong looked at Shang Jianyao sideways in bewilderment and astonishment:

The two received the same education, lived in the same environment, and were often inseparable. How could he have never heard of the term Zhisui, but he seemed to know it well?

Seeing that Yao's eyebrows moved slightly, Shang replied calmly:

"I heard a little."

On the black face made of pure metal, the red light flickered again:

"The end, the beginning, the end of the year, the beginning of the year...

"You know it from the believers in command."

Shang Jianyao, who felt strange just now, immediately affirmed one thing:

The mechanical monk on the opposite side seems to be able to hear part of his inner voice!

Long Yuehong didn't bother to think about the name Si Ming, and also sensed something was wrong.

Jing Dharma did not continue, but simply explained:

"Zhi Sui is the god who controls the years and controls the world. There are thirteen gods, each corresponding to a different month."

"Isn't it only twelve months?" Long Yuehong pointed out this obvious problem.

He roughly understood that Zhisui is a popular religious belief on the surface, or myths and legends.

Jingfa's voice is deep and cold, not at all like a human voice:

"There is one who is in charge of the leap month, or in other words, the whole year, the whole year."

Without waiting for Long Yuehong to ask again, Jingfa went straight to the topic:

"Our sect talks about the emptiness of the physical body and the emptiness of the four elements, because this world itself is the dream of my Buddha, the Tathagata."

Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke, interrupting the words of the mechanical monk Jingfa:

"The Tathagata at ease in the world? Isn't it Bodhi?"

Put your hands together and say:

"The Tathagata is the Buddha of the past and the creator of the world. My Buddha Bodhi is the Tathagata of the present world and the beginning of the consciousness of all things.

"Didn't you just want to ask who is in charge of the leap month, which represents the entire year and the year?

"The poor monk is telling you now that it is the Tathagata in the world."

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong showed sudden expressions at the same time, and slightly nodded their heads.

The net rule bowed his head and began to recite:

"Nan Wu Shi Zi Zai Tathagata."

While meditating, he straightened his back made of metal skeleton, kept his palms folded, and leaned slightly towards the towering "chimneys".

"Do you want to ask, why did the poor monk salute the iron and steel tower?" After Jingfa raised his body, he took the initiative to speak out the inner voice of Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, "That's because I am at ease in the Buddha's world. Tathagata is also honored as 'Buddha', which is another name for Buddha, and it also represents a pagoda. Therefore, when we recite the name of Shizizai Tathagata, we should pay homage to the tallest pagoda around us. This can be a pagoda. It can also be a water tower, an iron tower, a signal tower, or a high-voltage electricity tower."

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong thought that the mechanical monk's pure method was coherent and logical, but when they heard the second half, they began to feel a little strange.

Jingfa didn't know if he had noticed the inner voice of the two, so he stopped in time and said instead:

"Besides the recluse, I, Buddha World Freedom Tathagata, have another honorable name."

"What is it?" Long Yuehong blurted out.

Jingfa was still sitting cross-legged, with no emotion visible on his face made of pure metal:

"Zhuang Sheng."

"Zhuang Sheng... Zhisui Zhuang Sheng... Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies..." Shang Jianyao couldn't help but whispered to himself.

Jingfa's head moved up and down:

"It is our world that Zhuang Sheng dreamed of.

"You should have all had dreams, knowing that in dreams everything is illusory, and all feelings and intersections are just karma. If you can't understand this point, you will always sink in this, and you will be reborn and old again and again. , sickness, death, parting from love, resentment and resentment, not being able to get what one wants, and the blazing suffering of the five skandhas.”

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong thought about it carefully, and somehow felt that what the mechanical monk on the opposite side said made some sense.

Of course, the premise is that this world is really just a dream of a certain god.

At this moment, Jingfa changed the subject and said:

"Two benefactors, wait a moment, the poor monk will do a maintenance."

"..." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong stared blankly at the mechanical monk in robes and cassocks who opened a metal cover on his waist and abdomen, and took out a plastic bottle from it.

Then, he unscrewed a small metal cap on the "collarbone" and poured a little of the viscous yellow "grease" in the plastic bottle into it.

"This is..." Shang Jian Yao asked curiously.

He didn't expect Jingfa to answer, but the other party said frankly:

"Special lubricant."

Shang Jianyao's and Long Yuehong's expressions froze on their faces for two seconds at the same time, and an instant absurd feeling arose as to why I thought what this guy said made sense.

Jingfa seemed unaware. After putting away the bottle of special lubricating oil, he raised his head and looked at the two opposite people with flashing red eyes:

"The two benefactors, Gui Geng?"

"?" Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong couldn't understand what the other party wanted to ask for a moment.

The textbooks inside "Pangea Biology" put more emphasis on poems and idioms rather than ancient prose.

Jingfa didn't care too much, and switched to a more popular question:

"How old are the two benefactors?"

"21." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong replied in unison.

Jingfa pulled up the red cassock and covered it on his knees:

"You two are still young, so you may not feel too deeply about what the poor monk said just now, but wait another 30, 40, 50 years, when you are getting older, your body will become weaker and your disease will become more and more serious. The more people there are, and the more tragedies they have seen, the more they will understand the meaning of suffering for all beings.”

Shang Jian Yao opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but closed it tightly again.

After a few seconds, he said seriously:

"However, we have all been genetically modified. After 50 years, our bodies should still be healthy."

Jingfa was at a loss for words, but quickly recovered:

"But it will eventually pass away. In the long years, there is no essential difference between 50 years and 100 years."

Long Yuehong wanted to refute a few words, but looked at the grenade launcher on the left arm of the mechanical monk Jingfa, and rationally gave up this plan.

"You're right." Shang Jianyao looked away from the same place.

The red light in Jingfa's eyes flickered slightly:

"What do you think is real in dreams? Judging from your usual dreaming experience."

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong thought for a while, then shook their heads one after another.

Jingfa's cold and emotionless voice sounded again:

"Actually, in dreams, there is only one thing that is real, and that is the perception of self. Everyone knows that I am me when I dream.

"You two, don't you understand? Everything is empty, and consciousness is real. When you get rid of the shackles of the physical body and truly control your own consciousness, you will be able to escape from this dream, step into the pure land, and obtain eternal life and bliss."

"So, how can we really control our self-awareness?" Shang Jianyao replied habitually.

Jingfa pointed to himself:

"Using the device to upload consciousness into the robot body, this allows you to easily and directly get rid of the shackles of the body."

"But, shouldn't normal religions emphasize self-cultivation?" Long Yuehong said some words that were mentioned sporadically in the textbook "Pangaea Biology".

Jingfa said in a monotonous voice without ups and downs:

"There are [-] righteous ways and [-] sects, and each path is different, but they all lead to the pure land.

"Our monk order chooses the scientific and technological enlightenment in the Three Thousand Laws."

Shang Jianyao and Long Yue's red lips moved, their thoughts were messed up, and they couldn't respond.

The mechanical monk Jingfa continued:

"When you put down your physical skin and upload your consciousness to the bionic chip of the robot, you will be able to see the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, which is the so-called 'new world' on the dust.

"This will allow you to comprehend Buddhism and gain certain supernatural powers.

"The poor monk was able to hear the voice in your heart just now. It is because of the compassion of my Buddha Bodhi that the poor monk realized his understanding. Of course, the poor monk is not high enough to hear too much deep content."

...Why did he expose his shortcomings so naturally?Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong all flashed this thought.

Jingfa clasped his hands together, whispered a Buddha's name and said:

"Monks don't lie."

"...What is Fruit Status?" Shang Jian Yao asked another doubt.

Jingfa replied without any ups and downs in his voice:

"Consciousness uploading is not the end, it's the beginning.

"Technology is not the core of science and technology, but auxiliary, and their role is to provide better conditions for us to understand Buddhism.

"When the fleshy body is discarded, we can see the world from another perspective, so as to better understand the Buddhadharma and understand that the four elements are all empty.

"There is a process, and the key node in the process is called the fruit position. When you attain the fruit position of 'Great Arhat', you can truly enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and transcend the world."

After explaining this, Jingfa glanced at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong:

"For the two of you, this is more esoteric, so let's stop here for today.

"The poor monk can see that you will be walking on ashes, I hope you can go through the world and realize that all living beings are suffering and the physical body is nothingness.

"At that time, if there is fate to meet again, the poor monk will ferry you to the pure land of colored glaze."

Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were overjoyed to see that the mechanical monk had voluntarily ended his preaching, and they dared not ask questions.

They got up quickly, walked to the side, and got out of the way.

"If you don't want to call the poor monk Dharma name directly, then you can call Zen master." Jingfa folded his hands together.