[Journey to the West] Those things about me and Master

Mount Putuo, far in the east, is beautifully located and surrounded by mountains and rivers.Looking from a distance, you can only see the vast ocean, the water and the river are dandy, but when you look closely, you can see the tall green hills and the towering mountains and islands.

The auspicious light shines everywhere, the auspicious air shines on the river, the white cranes fly over the clouds, waves and snowy mountains.

On top of the golden lotus sits a man cross-legged, his eyes seem to be empty and clear, and he seems to be empty and full of sentient beings.

He was dressed in a white robe that was more snowy, his black hair fell down to his waist like flowing clouds, and the cuffs were embroidered with misty clouds of light white smoke. Black and white, black ink and cleanliness formed a sharp contrast on his body.

On the agate beach below him, there were many disciples who were cultivating, all dressed in white. From a distance, it looked like a heavy snow had fallen on the top of the mountain, scattered all over the place.

"Master, you just talked about compassion, and I have a question."

Among the plainly dressed plain-clothed disciples below, someone stood up calmly and said in a calm voice, "Master said that Shizun cut his flesh to feed the eagles because he had a heart of great compassion, but I don't understand one thing."

"You said."

Guan Zizai's expression remained unchanged, he nodded lightly, and his voice was as ethereal as the sky, swaying leisurely.

"Master also told us that filial piety is the first of the three blessings, and those who do not practice filial piety cannot go to the blissful western heaven. In this case, the parents who suffer from body, hair and skin, even though Shizun cut the flesh and fed the eagle is merciful, isn't it a rebellion? The principle of filial piety? What do you think of the body given to you by your parents?"

When the disciple said this, his voice was bright and clear, and his expression seemed to be self-satisfied as if he had found an omission in Buddhism, but there was no disrespect or disrespect.

His question startled all the disciples present, everyone was stunned, lowered their heads and whispered from time to time, not knowing what they were discussing.

Guan Zizai is still calm and not panicked.He slightly raised his sleeve, "Your remarks are extraordinary and extremely wise. But don't forget, I also mentioned when I was preaching that all things are impermanent, they all arise and die, and the same is true for the physical body."

He pointed to himself, then to that disciple, and then to thousands of disciples, birds and beasts, all living beings.

"My physical body is the result of karma, and it will be disillusioned sooner or later. You are obsessed with the increase and decrease of the physical body, but you have not seen through it. It is precisely because Shakyamuni has seen through all dharmas and appearances that there is no need to sacrifice the flesh." He paused Dun, shaking his head, "True filial piety never focuses on appearance, but sincere heart inside. So, do you know?"

The disciple was very ashamed, and made a respectful bow to Chaoguanzizi, and said in a dull voice, "I understand, thank you for your teaching, Master!"

Guan Zizai smiled slightly, "Your comprehension is actually very high, but it's just a sign. Chan machine, Zen machine, it's about chance. When the chance comes, you will be able to realize it. I once had a disciple like you, He likes to find all kinds of omissions in Buddhism, he..."

Only then did Guan Zizai remember what he had just said, his voice paused for some reason, the entire purple bamboo forest was filled with an extremely quiet stillness, even Asuka looked at the sound.He closed his eyes in a daze, not knowing what he thought of.

The disciple stood for a long time and waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the man's response.He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "...Master?"

Guan Zizai pulled out his thoughts from the trance, gave a soft "hmm", waved his sleeves and said, "That's the end of today's Dharma, you should step back first."

All the disciples got up, bowed and bowed, and worshiped, shouting in unison, "Namo Amitabha!"

Guan Zizai's back was facing them, his figure was holy, stalwart and tall, just like the Buddha's path that is elusive, like the golden lotus that can be seen from a distance but not be played with.

After all the disciples dispersed, Guan Zizai stepped across the agate beach with his hands behind his back, passed through the purple bamboo forest, brushed past the green poplar shadows, reached the tortoise shell steps, and walked step by step to his Guanyin glass hall.His pace was the same as usual, and there was no ups and downs in his heart, just like this empty skin that has not aged for thousands of years.

But when he stepped into the hall, Guan Zizai subconsciously looked at the clear lotus pond next to the steps. In the pond, the goldfish swayed their tails, covered with golden scales, swimming around, shuttling between the lotus leaves.He will always be in the same order, just like his cookie-cutter life.

Guan Zizai looked away for a long while, then shook his head with a sinking heart.

Unexpectedly... now he is the one who is taking the lead.

It seems that the day of Nirvana will not be far away.

Guan Zizai was thinking quietly, at this moment, a gust of wind blew from outside the purple bamboo grove, obviously coming from the whirling mother-in-law, but piercing through the flowers and blowing the willows full of fragrance.He sniffed and didn't pay attention at first, but he didn't know what he smelled from the wind, and his indifferent expression that had been like water for thousands of years suddenly changed.

He frowned slightly and summoned colorful auspicious clouds, which flew away like a long river, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and dust.

And on the willow tree beside the pond, there is a bird with emerald green feathers, exquisite and small.But for some reason, his eyes were dull, and he opened and closed his mouth to repeat, "There are thousands of knots in the heart, and thousands of kalpas in the body... The empty door will destroy this life, and the eternal sand will die..."

Over there, Bie Yiri followed the direction of the moon to find the trace, and led everyone into his hometown after many years of absence.

The Luoyue Department is located in an extremely concealed location, covered by a half-mountain, so it cannot be seen from the outside at all.There are tents everywhere inside, occupying three or four flat areas, and there is still a line of cooking smoke floating in the distance, curling up.The villagers either sat in front of the tents and wiped their bows and arrows, or took back the animal furs that had been drying for a day, or chatted in low voices, but strangely, all of them looked young and fair, clearly living in the middle of the desert. The ground was rough and cracked by the cold wind, but their skins were as creamy, clear and delicate.He doesn't look like an ordinary person, but a Taoist priest who cultivates immortals.

Seeing everyone stepping into the tribal territory, the originally peaceful atmosphere was suddenly broken. All the villagers looked at them sharply and sharply, with a strong look of guard in their eyes.

Tang Sanzang walked in the front, stopped the people behind him, and said calmly, "We are Buddhist monks from the Tang Dynasty, passing by here, I hope you can let the poor monk stay overnight. .”

A villager who was closest to them held up a sword to threaten them. The scars on his face were horrifying, but against the rosy complexion, it looked extremely weird. "We don't welcome outsiders here, you go another way, get out!"

Seeing their reaction, everyone was naturally puzzled.Tang Sanzang's face remained unchanged, and he made a bow and said, "I'm not very talented, I'm still a mage. I see that there is a hidden phenomenon in the village. If you are honored to stay overnight, the poor monk is willing to do a ritual ceremony for this village to dispel the ominous omen. "

The villager looked at him half-believingly, hesitantly, but he didn't dare to make up his own mind.

"You'd better not try to play tricks. I'll take you to see the village head first. You can stay overnight only if he agrees."

Tang Sanzang stretched out his hand and smiled politely, "Please."

The man nodded and turned sideways, leading the crowd to walk along the avenue step by step.Along the way, I passed many villagers with surprised expressions and guarded faces. There were beautiful women, young and strong young men, and a few stooped old people, but strangely, I didn't see many children.

Fu Yiri originally followed them, but when he glanced here and there, he saw something, his breathing suddenly tightened, and his teeth chattered.

Zhu Wuneng sensed that something was wrong with this child, so he bent down slightly and asked him, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Couldn't it be that you are more timid because you are close to the hometown?"

Bie Yiri shook his head vigorously, but bit his lips tightly, as if he was facing an enemy, he was too scared to speak.

He tugged on Zhu Wuneng's sleeve, "I have something to tell you when I get there."

After all, he turned his head and looked in that direction again.There was a middle-aged couple. The wife's belly was slightly swollen, and she seemed to be pregnant.And the husband looked unhappy, frowning slightly and put one hand around his woman, the two of them sat quietly and looked up at the sky, the twilight was dim and the clouds were drifting away, just like their life that they didn't know where to go.

silence.Sunset.

It seems to be the best synonym for this village.It seems to be the eternal destiny of this village.

After the villagers introduced them to the old village head, the old village head, who was over 15 years old, looked up at them a few times, and after listening to the villagers whispered a few words, he understood and nodded while holding a cane, "We It has been a long time since outsiders have come to this tribe, I never thought that I would meet you [-] years later."

He pointed to a few small tents scattered on the grass not far from the main tent, and said, "If you want to spend the night, you can. You can sleep there tonight, but I have a little request, I hope you can keep it in mind. "

His expression suddenly became serious, and the dimples on his face were as severe as a knife.

"You are not allowed to ask, listen to, or talk about the affairs of this village. At night, you can't go out at will, and you don't need to do rituals. Once the night is over, you have to leave immediately tomorrow. That's it. Do you agree?"

Zhu Wuneng was a little displeased, he was just a broken tribe, they were kind enough to help, but the village chief was still so secretive and asked for so many, why?He was about to speak when he moved, but he was held back by Sun Wukong, who shook his head slightly.

As expected, Tang Sanzang was not annoyed at all, clasped his palms together and said thank you, and told everyone to go back to the small tent to unload their luggage and rest.

Of course, it is false to say that we are resting, but it is true to be together.That kind of exit is just to make the old village chief think that they really just want to stay overnight, rather than have any conspiracy.

After everyone put down their bags, they gathered together at Tang Sanzang's place.Sitting on the carpet around the stove on the ground.

Fu Yiri was the first to speak, "Masters, I have something to tell you." He paused, looked around the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "I just saw my mother."

"mother?"

Sun Wukong frowned and asked back.

Bie Yiri nodded, "That person looks very similar to my mother, either she is related by blood, or she is my mother!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Wuneng patted his head and clicked his tongue, "Speaking of which, have you noticed that the men and women here all look very young, and they are very tender!"

Sha Wujing shook his head silently, "Second senior brother, why do you always pay attention to skins..."

Zhu Wuneng patted his head, but looked at the crowd solemnly, "Do you think there is something strange about this?"

Sun Wukong stroked his chin and nodded, "Indeed, the people in this village are just like Xiao Yiri, with a lot of fresh energy. For ordinary people, this is really unusual."

It is recorded in the Ancient Chronicles of the Heaven Realm that when the heavens and the earth were not separated, they were chaotic and chaotic, and the dregs were invisible. Later, when Pangu opened up the heavens and the earth, the chaotic yin and yang gradually separated. The clean air rose to form the sky, and the turbid air settled to form the earth. .

The words at the back have been erased a little, making it hard to read.It is only written at the end that the sky is clear and the earth is turbid, so the sky is a pure place, the earth is a place where turbidity thrives, and the human world is a place where turbidity is balanced.If one side is turbid and turbid, it will bring disasters like the end of the world to the world.Therefore, what heaven and man cultivate is the pure and pure body of the immortal way, what demons cultivate is the pure and turbid body of the evil way, and what ordinary people cultivate is the pure and turbid body of the middle way.

The villagers here are too full of fresh air, which may bring misfortune to this tribe instead.

The miniature version of the fish monster in Tang Sanzang's pouch on his waist struggled to open the small opening, jumped out of the bag, walked along Tang Sanzang's thigh to his knee, and then sat down with his legs crossed.

"This river god is here, you can ask me if you have any questions."

Fu Yiri stared at him, although this man was defeated by Monkey King and the others, the admiration and submission accumulated from his ancestors were still engraved in his bones, making him subconsciously respectful.

"Master River God, you mentioned the matter of immortality earlier, I want to know and then?"

"Then?" The fish monster sneered toward the sky, "Then your ancestors became evil."

"Some people always tell me that people have Buddha nature. As long as their evil thoughts are removed and their good roots are purified, everyone has the possibility of becoming a Buddha. But I never believed it. At that time, I had already frozen the river, and they just had to It would be convenient to find another place. But the people of the Luoyue Department saw that their mortal enemy for many years had finally moved away, so they wanted to take this opportunity to monopolize my river, and they refused to leave. Finally, they used knives and axes to break the ice of the Tianhe River. I couldn't take it anymore, so I showed up and told them that I was the God of the river, as long as they offered up a boy, I would thaw them out, and that the river water would be purified by me to keep them immortal."

Tang Sanzang's face gradually became solemn, "The people in this village look young and full of aura, could it be... could it be caused by drinking your water?!"

At the end, his eyes widened, as if he was shocked by this huge secret, in disbelief.

The fish monster nodded and folded his arms, "Of course. You may not believe me if I tell you, my predecessor was a goldfish on Mount Putuo, which is a treasured land of immortals. I have practiced there for hundreds of years, and I am full of Buddhist treasures. The lower realm From then on, I extradited my pure energy into the river, and the Tongtian River became an extremely clear fairy river, and when ordinary people drink it, they will feel refreshed and increase their lifespan by ten years!"

"Then the couple I saw in the village..." Fu Yiri was taken out of the tribe by his parents when he was very young, and he never knew these past few years.Hearing this, he stared blankly, suddenly remembered something, and asked hesitantly, "Do they have anything to do with my mother?"

The fish monster propped its head up and thought for a while, "I don't know about that, but it's possible...they could be your grandparents."

"Grandparents?!" There is too much difference in age and appearance!

The fish monster shrugged, "Who knows, I'm just guessing. After all, after drinking the river water, the mortals will be refreshed, nine senses will be cleared up, and they will prolong their lifespan.

But Bie Yiri seemed to be struck by lightning, hugging his arms and rubbing vigorously, trying to rub off a layer of goosebumps, muttering, "This is too scary... too scary..."

Aren't you afraid of being punished for disregarding the law of heaven and reincarnation for your own selfish desires?

Hearing what he said, the fish monster sneered, "It would be great if your ancestors could see as clearly as you do, but it's a pity that they were blinded by desire after all. At that time, I talked about the magical effect of this river, The Luoyue tribe didn't believe it at all. At night, a man secretly came to look for me by the river, holding a sleeping child in his arms. Guess what? He looked around and saw no one around, so he stuffed the child in the In my arms, saying that this child is at my disposal."

He paused, "I think it's strange, that person probably didn't ask for immortality. Later he told me that this child was born by his wife with another man, and he had already regarded him as a thorn in his side and hated him very much. This time, I stole the child to me while my wife and child were sleeping soundly. It doesn’t matter if I, the river god, is real or not, as long as I kill the child. I obeyed his wishes and took the child as my own sacrifice. Thawed the river."

"And then what?"

"And then you should have guessed it. The man scooped up water to drink, and felt light and comfortable after returning home. He felt strange and told his neighbors. At that time, people from the whole tribe flocked to scoop up water to drink. It's just that They don't know that although the river water is not harmful to them at all, and even very beneficial, if their body loses the balance of purity and turbidity, then something bad will happen." The fish monster sneered a few times, with sharp eyes, "Because they just Ordinary people, not cultivators, if they are on the level of clean air, it will be difficult to adapt to the environment in the world where there are both clear and turbid. As a result, they need to drink water from time to time to adjust the turbid air that invaded the body. At that time, I froze the river again , and told them that if they still want to drink water and live forever, they will give their children to me. At first, some people hesitated, but after a few days, people in the village were found to have exploded and died, and panic began. From then on, this That's when the Horde's doom really began to befall."

The fish monster glanced at everyone, his eyes were very sad and cold.

It seems that he has already seen through the ugliness of the world and the humble human nature.

"In the beginning, they stole other people's children to me, but after decades, every family protected their children tightly. In desperation, they had to dedicate their own children to me in order to survive. They comforted themselves that they could still have children, but they There was only one. Heh, in the end, the village was sparsely populated and the situation became more and more chaotic, so the village head had to bite the bullet and order—each family took turns to donate a child every year as a sacrifice to the river god .”

This is a story that begins with greed and ends with the murder of a baby in the cradle.

The one who opened his bloody mouth may be the frozen river god, but it is even those adults who accompany him day and night with evil intentions.

Blood dripping, in fact, there is no need to open the skin to show you blood dripping, as long as there is a dagger in the heart, it is enough to be extremely malicious.

The author has something to say: This chapter has exploded in word count, I am wondering if I should continue to update 233 jokes tomorrow, it depends on the situation~

Just to clarify, the author doesn't think that fish monsters can clear away blood QAQ

However, the article condemns more people who can give up everything in order to survive.

But the strange thing is that when it comes to the three-year catastrophe, when parents sell their children to eat their children, people will have more sympathy, but in the case of the article, I have no sympathy.Probably because the three-year disaster is irresistible, and the nightmare in the text is caused by themselves.

If the three views are broken somewhere, I hope you can tell me, I will try my best to pick it up and correct it.

The brain hole mentioned in the last chapter is very open. At the beginning, you saw that 233 is not a Sankong Tibetan opera, but a story of Guanzizi.

I'm sorry Bodhisattva, my pot!If anyone believes in Buddhism, I would like to apologize for defaming the image of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva!

Just make it a story.

By the way, the appearance is everything in the world, and everything you see, hear, and think is the appearance.Appearance is obsessed with appearance, deluded.

The author is not a Buddhist, so if there is any error in the Dharma in the article, please point it out, wink~