[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

"Furthermore, Great Wisdom, the bodhisattva mahasattva should know well the three natures of the self...Which are the three? Which are the perfect self-nature?"

An elegant young man with ears hanging on his shoulders and only wrapped in a tailored white Buddhist robe sat cross-legged under a tree, muttering to himself alone.

A towering tree with a gray trunk and a narrow crown stood silently behind him, the sun fell from the sky, through the crown, and shone on the trunk, a pure black summer cicada that was only the size of a mortal's finger hung in the middle of the treetop , half of the glow shone on it, and half passed through its side and shone on the Buddha on the ground.

One person, one worm, one black and one white, living by the tree, without disturbing each other.

Xia Chan was lying on the tree, the warm sunlight shining on her back made her feel a little hot, she moved the soles of her feet to change to a shaded position.

As soon as he moved his feet, the human sitting on the ground looked up at it.

"The gamblers in the city did a magic trick for me last year. Standing in an open space wearing black in the scorching sun, one's body temperature will continue to rise, and one will faint at most. On the contrary, wearing white clothes, no matter how long you stand under the scorching sun, You will never encounter such a problem, do you know why?"

The nameless Xia Chan moved slowly, listening to the inquiry below, without even moving her eyebrows, as if she hadn't heard it.

"Because the gambler said that black absorbs light. You said it is magical. What is light? How could light be sucked away by black clothes? Unfortunately, the gambler couldn't explain this, but he said he would find a way to To prove what light is, I gave him two hundred gold, and I look forward to his return soon, and prove to me what light is." The humans under the tree chattered non-stop.

The summer cicada on the treetop was motionless, like a statue.

Until late at night, the scorching sun above the head turned into a bright moon within reach, and the green branches and leaves that were scorched by the scorching sun during the day are now in the dark night, like a giant that devours mortals.

Several mortals came under the tree with lanterns, and invited the prince who had talked to the tree all afternoon to go back to the palace.

Before leaving, the black Xiachan lying on the tree moved silently and climbed to a higher place.

I want to climb to a higher place before the scorching sun tomorrow, away from the mortal who came here every day recently under the tree.

On the second day, just before dawn, the mortal who left last night returned to the bodhi tree, sat cross-legged and drank the clear water in the tin pot, looked up at the big tree beside him, and looked around the tree. Find the whereabouts of the black Xia Chan.

"But my question yesterday was too difficult to answer? I went back last night and thought about another question. All sentient beings can take and take what they want, and what they see has no appearance. This is clearly a fool's discrimination!"

Xia Chan, who spent the whole night climbing to the highest point, was lying on the shaded place carefully selected by herself. She didn't hear or see the voice speaking under the tree or that person at all.

Time Xumi, the young people under the tree come day by day, facing the bodhi tree to tell their doubts and answers, never stop in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I don't know how long it has passed, Shakyamuni has not seen that Xia Chan for a long time, and this land has completely become his own treasure land.

One tree and one person, with the pen and paper he brought under the book, began to write his own understanding of the world.

One day, Xia Chan, who was lying on the treetop, was seen by the young man under the tree again because of the fall of the hottest leaf.

The young man who had already written several books stood among the withered and yellow leaves, and said to Xia Chan who had no choice but to show his figure on the top of the tree: "You are not dead yet, it just so happens that I met some nice people recently, and I want to Go tell him my understanding of the world, you are lucky, you can be my first listener."

That Xia Chan: "..."

Sakyamuni looked at the motionless Xia Chan on the treetop, he had long been used to the other party's indifference and non-response, he opened his notes on his own, and began to tell it how he understood it during this period of time.

"By the way, the gambler I told you about last time, I met him again in the city recently, and I asked someone to catch him. This gambler spent the two hundred gold I gave him, and did not find the light What is it, it's a pity, he can do better, so I gave him another two hundred gold, I hope he can find the answer for me in his lifetime."

Black Xia Chan: "..."

The human who talked a lot under the tree did what he said. From the second day, he brought his own notes and new audiences with great interest, and gathered under the tree to explain his views on the world and explain his views on this world. perception of the world.

Few people came at the beginning, and many people left after coming once, and they didn't even want to be friends with that person.

Later, with his more and more in-depth speeches, more and more people recognized the true meaning of his morality and ethics, and more and more believers under the bodhi tree.

Every time he gave a lecture, he was full of attention. Countless people began to become his believers and followed his Dharma, and his reputation became more and more famous.

Only Xia Chan on the bodhi tree, no matter how many times he spoke under the tree, never responded to him even once.

Another year, the scorching sun on the crown of the tree was filled with endless blood, and the leaves of the whole Bodhi tree were dyed red.

Xia Chan, who was covered in fishy smell, got out from among the overlapping leaves, and looked down at the human being who was also covered in blood under the tree.

The mortal quietly looked at the beam of light that pierced the sky in the distance and was still full of blood. For the first time, no leader was here to explain his reasoning.

Instead, he just stood there silently, until late at night when he was found by a servant, the mortal under the tree came back to his senses and looked up at Xia Chan who was also silent above him.

"I recently heard that capable people in that place want to collectively participate in that Conferred God. I didn't expect that this Conferred God would bring such a lot of blood. Tell me, is this Conferred God or Killed God?"

Xia Chan, who never answered, did not speak this time either.

Afterwards, it was quiet under the tree for a while, there were no noisy voices, no servants rushing here with lanterns in the middle of the night.

Xia Chan lives alone on the bodhi tree, calm and composed.

I don't know how long it took, when Xia Chan saw the young man back under the bodhi tree again, the other party was no longer the same as before, wrapped in white Buddhist robes.

The young man who appeared under the tree was well-dressed, with layers of gold thread on the front and back of the white clothes, and his whole body was full of brilliance. With gold rings and collars and velvet buttons, he looked majestic.

"I didn't expect you to be alive." The monk under the tree looked up at the black Xia Chan above him, pinched his fingers and said with a smile: "I figured out that there will be karma between us in the future. At the end, many people abandoned the way and turned to Buddha, it was the period when I opened the door of convenience, and we can get along every day again from now on."

Xia Chan, who has just had a quiet day: "..."

After that, the monk kept his word and preached scriptures under the tree every day, but the servant who came to look for him in the past lost his whereabouts, so he simply didn't leave.

Weaved a futon by myself and lived under a tree ever since.

Until that day when Dao recognized his identity and allowed him to become a saint, the sky was covered by thunder for thousands of miles. Xia Chan on the treetop lay on the bodhi tree, quietly watching the monk under the tree being struck by lightning again and again. together.

There are still some of his believers in the distance who want to come to save this person, but those people can't get in here at all, they can only watch the thunder from the sky continue to fall from a distance, and the golden trees and silver flowers are splashed.

After a long, long time, the black Xia Chan on the tree watched the monk fall to the ground, and the bright red blood flowing from his body stained the entire ground.

It made Xia Chan think of the blood that fell from the sky when it rested on the treetop last time, and the monk said that it was apotheosis.

What are you doing this time?Finally, Heaven is more annoying this monk than it is, is it killing him?

When the monk fell to the ground completely and was not moving, Xia Chan on the tree looked up at the top of the mottled canopy, and silently asked the sky: "Before killing him, can we get this corpse far away first?"

Its trees are dirty.

Tiandao didn't respond, and the group of noisy believers in the distance didn't dare to come over. The black Xia Chan silently jumped down from the treetop.

Jumping to that monk's body, trying to get him to get up, just walk five meters, and you can get out of the range of this tree and be killed by Heavenly Dao.

But it jumped up on the monk's face, making sure that the man couldn't get up, so he could only give up and jump on the part of his body that was not stained with blood, looking for Xia Chan, who had a clean footing, and flew to the Bodhi tree In the past, a ray of light fell from the sky and hit its wings, nailing it to death in the monk's pool of blood.

Xia Chan: "..."

It didn't know when the red mist disappeared, and after it struggled to get up from the pool of blood, it staggered up the bodhi tree, buried its whole body under the leaves, and fell into a deep sleep in consciousness.

Another day, the familiar voice of preaching came from under the tree, and a black head poked out from under the layers of leaves on the tree. The summer cicada looked down at the monk sitting under the tree dissatisfied.

"very noisy."

"You Xia Chan is shameless. You got a ray of sanctification from me, but you still dislike me for being noisy? You and I have such a big karma, and I'm afraid we won't be able to explain it in the future. It just so happens that I just received it recently. If I have one apprentice, you will be my second disciple, and from now on you will be called Jin Chanzi."

Jin Chanzi, who had a name, was indifferent to this, and burrowed his head into the leaves again, pretending that he didn't hear or see anything.

Second disciple?It is impossible for him to listen to his nonsense like those believers who sit under the tree doing nothing all day long.

His refusal was useless at all. After Shakyamuni took care of his body, he began to lead the believers to give lectures under the tree. It was just that the golden cicadas who ignored them before would now jump from the leaves when they made a loud noise. Stretching out his head, those eyes stared deeply at the believers who spoke the loudest under the tree.

He ascended to immortality in one step, and had the power of a half-way saint. Even if he didn't open his mouth and hang on the tree as a bug, the pressure of watching people forced the believers under the tree to dare not make any noise anymore.

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