Chang'an India

——Master, what are sentient beings?

——You have to see, think, and understand by yourself.

The skill practiced by Tan Shan is called "Sign of All Living Beings". Among the thousands of Buddhas in the world, he is the only one who has received this inheritance.

——What is consummation?

——You will know when the time comes.

Tan Shan looked at it, thought about it, and understood it, but he knew that he was still a short distance away from consummation of this exercise.No one from his master, master ancestor, or even further up the line, has crossed this line, and the distance between them is as far away as the sky.

When he opened the lecture hall in the past, he could not touch the threshold of this line, but now he has surpassed his master, so that the eyes of all Buddha statues in the world are his eyes; the ears of all Buddha statues are his. ears.

Ten years of penance, once the ban is lifted, he guides those trapped in the gap between life and death to the other shore.

They finally attained peace, leaving their desires, greed, anger, resentment and pain, all borne by the monks on their behalf.

But this pain is nothing—maybe you might as well take a look at what the good men and women before the Buddha prayed for day and night?

That's really a mountain of desire and a sea of ​​suffering without boundaries.

However, after all, this technique only works on the living. Now that people who can't pass away are forced to have an afterlife, even Tan Shan can hardly bear the death energy in the karma, and his complexion gradually turns gray.

The Marquis of Wan Jiang saw that the expressions of the living corpses in the town turned peaceful, and his figure slowly dissipated, but in the beautiful scenery of the sea of ​​lotus turning into rain and the most peaceful and holy, he suddenly stepped down, swung his knife, and swung a graceful slash— ——I saw a black shadow, I don't know how long I have been lurking in this town, I have endured the sound of the Buddha who subdued the demons, and I am not afraid of the life-saving exercises, just to take advantage of the moment when the monk is most defenseless Straight to his chest!

Bian Yonglan could only see clearly from very close to the prescription. The black shadow was composed of densely packed black worms. He cut it into two pieces with a single knife. Into the shape of claws.

In an instant, the slash turned into a slap, and the Dragon Prisoner Knife hit the sharp claw accurately, but it was a moment too late, the tip of the claw failed to reach the monk's mouth, but still slashed fiercely across his waist and abdomen.

"Chase."

Tan Shan didn't care about the injury, he opened his lips and uttered a word, and saw a white light burst out from Li Nu's body, and the whole little beast turned into a ray of white light and chased after the fleeing black shadow.

As soon as the word fell, Tan Shan spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt the lifeless energy in his chest churning, his body fell down, but was firmly caught by a pair of arms.

Marquis Wan Jiang finally rushed out of the corpse barrier with the monk in his arms. He didn't have time to see what happened behind him, so he rushed towards the county seat.

They were trapped in the barrier for less than two hours, but the outside world had completely changed. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was clearly daytime, but it was as dim as if they had jumped into a bowl of water for washing ink and pens. The water vapor was extremely thick, and there was about to be a torrential rain that had never happened in a century in spring in the Northland.

"Don't disturb the doctor, my injury is not what the doctor can look after."

"Since you know you're hurt, just shut up."

After two sentences, the monk seemed to have passed out, but Wan Jianghou looked down at his tightly closed eyes and slightly frowning brows, and felt that he was still conscious, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak.

The purple lightning in the sky is like a snake, and it is surrounded by thunder and wanders in the dark clouds. A heavy rainstorm is brewing, but it does not fall.

There is an eagle flying in the mountains that seems not to be afraid of the dark clouds, and tries to flap its wings in the face of the strong wind, trying to keep up with the speed of the Marquis of the River, which is faster than the galloping horse, but it finally flies for a while and then slows down. Going away, he circled in the same place for two more times, but suddenly rolled his eyes, as if suddenly suffering from the disease of leaving the soul, he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, his bird's claws facing the sky, and remained motionless.

"You are lucky. If you are injured and then exposed to the rain, the hardened people will not be able to stand it."

After entering the inn, he put the monks on the bed in the guest room. Hou Fang of Wanjiang heard the sound of beating drums and urging the battle outside the window.

There are some common wound medicines in the inn, Bian Yonglan called Xiao Er to take the hot water wound medicine, stretched out his hand to untie Tan Shan's monk's clothes, and said, "I've offended you," his tone paused, as if he was not used to understanding other people's medicine Clothes, it was obviously an embarrassing situation, but he joked, "The last time I told you that I offended you was to untie the cloth that bound your eyes, this time it was to untie your clothes, and I don't know what to do next time."

Tan Shan closed his eyes, wondering if he had heard his unheard joke, his lips were so white that there was hardly a trace of blood, and after a long while he seemed to force himself to say: "Thank you."

The heavy rain washed away all the light, and the room was almost dark at night.Bian Yonglan untied the monk's outer robe, took off his upper body and middle clothes together, and took back the lamp and candle on the table, and put them on the bedside together with the hot water wound medicine, to treat the wound in the waist and abdomen for Tan Shan.

"I don't know what those bugs are... I'm afraid it will hurt, so bear with it."

Marquis Wan Jiang leaned over with clean hands and wiped away the blood stains near the wound with a wet cloth towel, and saw that the body of the monk was like cast iron. The wound was obviously grim, and he didn't stop the bleeding, but he didn't bleed much come out.

"Those are not insects, but Gu, but it's okay."

Tan Shan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, pressing the wound in his abdomen, as if he didn't know what the pain was, he stuck his finger into the wound, pressed hard, and the blood just gushed out, there were sporadic black spots the size of sesame seeds in the blood, like It's a dead bug.

Marquis Wan Jiang didn't know how to react for a moment—he subconsciously threw away the cloth towel and reached out to grab the monk's hand, intending to prevent him from trampling himself so carelessly, but after seeing the foreign matter in the blood, he felt inconvenient to dissuade him. His hands stiffly closed around the monk's, neither grasping nor letting go.

However, Tan Shan moved—this is probably the most human-like movement that the Marquis of Wan Jiang has ever seen—he suddenly grasped the palm that was holding his own with his backhand, and the fingers of both hands interlaced amidst the blood and greasy Wounded, the monk gasped lightly, his eyelashes seemed to be raised, and he closed them tighter with patience, sweat slipped from the collarbone along the muscle texture.

"...It turns out that you also know the pain." Wan Jianghou held his opponent's hand tightly, but the words in his mouth were as soft as a butterfly fluttering its wings.The monk's fingers were cold, but his blood was hot. Bian Chonglan looked at their intertwined fingers, and his gaze disappeared as soon as he touched them. He turned to stare at the lamp beside the bed, feeling his heartbeat gradually lost its accuracy like the flickering candlelight.

The gust of wind and rain beat against the window lattice, and suddenly an unfastened window was pushed open a few inches. The cold wind swept through the room, and the candle flame suddenly flickered and then extinguished.Only then did Bian Yonglan realize that he was also sweating, and his clothes were wet and cold against his back.

"You're injured, you can't get the wind." He got up and closed the window, pulled his hand out with an excuse, but stood at the window for a long time without returning, his body blocked the cold wind that rushed in, but his hand stretched out from the window crack, leaving no root The water washes away the blood between the fingers.

Tan Shan was leaning on the bed, but he didn't really know what he had done just now - he only kept a sliver of clarity, knowing that what was in trouble now was not the wound in his abdomen, nor the dead energy surging in his chest - he had almost become a true Buddha Gu worms can't devour his flesh and blood, and death energy entering his body is nothing more than a temporary pain. If left alone, it will eventually be slowly consumed by the Buddha's power.

The real trouble is the karma in his body from the world of mortals—the eyes of the Buddha statues all over the world are his eyes, and the ears of the Buddha statues all over the world are his ears. A trouble that no one else can understand except Tan Shan himself: this karma can certainly be used by him when his body is at its peak, but as long as he is weak for a minute and a half, this abyss of karma will be ready to move , Turning his head against the Lord.

The desire of the town full of living corpses is nothing more than the word "life", they want to continue to live.

If not, such a corpse barrier would not have been constructed, even if it was the scene of their last day, even if they could only live in this day, they still wanted to live.

People's desire for life is the most persistent and the most difficult to yield. This indomitable desire for life melted into Tan Shan's sea of ​​consciousness, which disturbed even him. There is a sea of ​​desire, every desire, every greed, every wishful thinking in this world can find its trace in this sea of ​​desire.

"The bleeding has stopped, I will wrap up the wound for you."

Bian Yonglan finally turned back from the window without lighting the lamp, but took advantage of the dim light, took the monk's coat, and tore it into strips a few times, his tone was cold, and the words seemed to be concerned: "There is nothing to bind the wound, Let me make do with your clothes first, I will buy you new ones when the rain stops, and if you have a fever, I will take you to see a doctor."

Tan Shan slowed down for a moment, regained a little sobriety, stood up silently, and cooperated with the other party's movements——Wan Jianghou poured medicinal powder on the wound, approached the monk, put his hands around his waist, and wrapped it with a cloth strip wrap around his waist.

"Speaking of good luck, you are still blessed by me," Wan Jianghou had regained his usual tone while wrapping his wounds, and casually chatted with the monks, "I told you that this Marquis is auspicious, and you can always come back when the time is critical." Turning danger into safety, won’t this save you again?”

"..." Hearing the words, Tan Shan regained consciousness - he had put all his energy into suppressing the turbulent sea of ​​desire. Said, but found that something is very inconsistent.

"Yonglan, you saved me?"

"Otherwise?" Marquis Wan Jiang raised his eyebrows, "If I don't save you, do I want to watch you die?"

"But you have to be able to see me in order to save me in time."

"This is not nonsense, I said where did you hurt? Head?"

"Yonglan, you said you heard my lecture ten years ago..." the monk suddenly closed his eyes and asked, "Do you still remember that day and what you saw afterwards?"

"Of course I remember." Although Wan Jianghou didn't understand why he suddenly brought up the old incident ten years ago, because the two of them seemed to be hugging each other when they were wounded, they felt a little uncomfortable, so they chatted with each other with excuses, "I remember Buddhism. Purely, I let you lecture on the scriptures and make a scene——Master, can you repair the temple gate before you travel?"

"So what did you see that day?" Tan Shan ignored the smile in his words and continued to ask.

"I saw... people seem sad and happy," the Marquis of Wan Jiang was chased by him and asked, and he couldn't help recalling the scene of that day, and he was fascinated for a moment, "Some people are crying, some are laughing, but no one is crowded and noisy. The temple Inside and outside the temple, hundreds of people just quietly dispersed... Tan Shan, but what did you do?"

"I did the same thing as today," the monk replied flatly, without explaining in detail, he just asked again, "Yonglan, what did you see last that day?"

"Seeing a monk preaching scriptures, what else can there be?" Wan Jianghou replied impatiently, but his subordinates were careful and wrapped up the wound again, "People are scattered as if they lost their souls. No one listens to you." Nagging, you are left sitting on the lectern alone, open your eyes and watch..."

At this point, the Marquis of Wanjiang suddenly fell silent, and his movements also stopped—a short distance away, he almost hugged him, his lips were pressed against the Buddha's ear, and in this dark world, he found I almost blurted out: ... can you open your eyes and look at me again?

Amidst the sound of the torrential rain, the two sat for a while without speaking.

Bian Yonglan felt that he should say something, but he didn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time, tied the cloth strips wrapped in a knot, got up and took the fire strips on the table, pulled out one from the lowered eyes to catch the flames Get close to the wick.

The lamps and candles were not lit, only the big flame of the bean flickered on and then went out.

In the blink of an eye, he saw that the monk seemed to have heard the unfinished meaning of his words, his eyelashes were lightly opened, and his eyes were directly facing his.

It's this spark - Marquis Wan Jiang felt his head explode like a spark that started a prairie fire, and the flames spread, burning ten years of time, burning out a matter that he didn't understand ten years ago, and ten years later he wouldn't have figured it out I discovered a shocking truth: at the age of 16, the boy was ignorant and didn't know what love is, but he felt that there was affection in the eyes of the monk, which fell heavily on the corners of his eyes and brows; at the age of 26, he looked into the same eyes and finally understood that The eyes—there is no affection in the eyes of the pious Buddha.

It's all bottomless desire.

The author has something to say: The so-called big data cultivating Buddha means that every word, every desire, and every thought that people in the world say when kneeling in front of the Buddha can be captured by the advanced cloud processing technology (...). Master sees.

The amount of calculation of this database is a bit large, and there are occasional downtimes.

Science goes crazy, masters are worth having.