Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

The talk of the Dharma-ending Age originated from Buddhist civilization.

Its true meaning is that the three poisonous hearts of all living beings are blazing, covering the true nature.

The so-called three poisons are greed, anger and ignorance.

The so-called true-likeness means that it is real and is not false; such-like means that it is as usual, which means that there is no change. It is said that it is true to all laws and is always the same as its nature, so it is called true.

However, in the process of dissemination, the concept of the Age of Ending Dharma has been accepted and valued by the immortal civilization, but it has also been misinterpreted and rejected within the Buddhist civilization.

The main manifestations are the two terms "Buddha's enemy" and "Buddha's evil".

Buddhist civilization believes that before the end of the Dharma era, there will be a catastrophe.

The person who caused this catastrophe is the enemy of Buddha, the enemy of all Buddhas, and the enemy of Dharma.

In this catastrophe, there are also sins committed by Buddhas, sins committed by all Buddhas, and sins committed by the Buddha's Dharma.

The enemy of the Buddha is invincible, but the sins of the Buddha are invincible.

The "Five Sutras" held by Iris are said to be the sutras written by the future Buddha before his reincarnation.

"Ah……"

With a sneer on her lips, Iris waved her hand gently.

The yellowed scrolls of the "Five Parts Sutra" immediately turned into fly ash, fluttering and disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Nonsense."

Iris was very dismissive of the idea that the abbot of Ciren Temple considered her a Buddhist sinner.

She doesn't think she is some bullshit Buddha.

After raising the yellowed scroll, Iris returned to her indifferent state and continued to stare down the mountain.

Burning the abbot of Ciren Temple to death for his sinful karma slightly vented some of the pent-up resentment in his heart, but it was not enough.

A greater catharsis was needed.

It just so happened that just as Ciren Temple received the report about the Lotus Society, the abbot died among the abbots, which could completely aggravate the coming storm.

What the Lotus Society is about to face is not just a Ciren Temple, but an encirclement and suppression by a coalition of Buddhist monks and monks who are accustomed to being superior.

A complicated look flashed in Iris's eyes.

Once many things start, it is difficult to slow down.

When she thought about what "I" did after being disturbed by the ninth test of the special ruin world, and decided to plant white lotus to purify the dirty world, everything became a wild horse.

It's not that Iris can't control herself, it's that she can't control the will of sentient beings, she can only guide them.

Now, Iris is guiding sixteen girls on a path of forgetting themselves, guiding twenty-three women on a path of cleansing or re-impregnating themselves, and guiding the people at the bottom who are suffering from oppression and exploitation. Take a path of resurrection from the ashes.

Forgetting yourself is a kind of harm in itself.

Washing or dipping again is a kind of covering in itself.

To be reborn from the fire, you must first bathe in the fire and not be burned to death before you can be reborn.

All of the above are sacrifices, sacrifices that must be made to achieve a "great cause".

However, how many people can survive the fire without being burned to death, and how many people can be reborn?

Iris knew there weren't many people.

Those who joined in the early stage will most likely die without a burial place and will not be remembered.

As for the so-called "vacuum hometown", it is not their hometown, let alone a pure land, but a complete illusion.

After these sacrificed people entered the vacuum homeland, they were unable to obtain the peace, happiness, milk and honey they longed for.

All they can get is the cruel reality of continuing to give.

Bailian's purpose in purifying the world was never for them, but for Bailian herself.

call……

Taking a long breath, Iris suppressed the distracting thoughts in her heart and stopped thinking about them.

As long as you don't think about it, you won't feel guilty.

Without guilt, there will be no pain.

Indifference, or numbness, is also a good state.

When disputes broke out at the foot of Liangshan Mountain, Link came to Guanglin Mansion.

The road is paved with loess, and lanterns and gauze are hung on the dead trees on the street.

There were no pedestrians on the road, and the nearby rural houses were quiet except for chickens and dogs.

Smoke curls up from the cooking pots, and the aroma of the food wafts away.

"What a Buddhist pure land!"

People who don't understand the truth of the matter will definitely express such emotions.

However, Link knew that the real situation was definitely not the case, so he would not be so emotional. Instead, he felt disgusted.

Serfs will be serfs, oppression will be oppression, and these are just false things to whitewash peace.

nausea!

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Monk Liaochen asked curiously while looking at the peaceful and peaceful countryside scene with interest.

Just now, Monk Liaochen clearly felt different emotions from Link.

It seems that the junior brother has a completely different view of the surrounding scenery.

"Nothing, let's continue on our way."

Link said casually, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Um."

Monk Liao Chen glanced at Link suspiciously, then shook his head and went to admire the peaceful and peaceful Buddha land on earth.

"Put it down! Put it down!"

Suddenly, a sharp scream came from a yard not far ahead, "Put down the buns!"

There was a dull thud.

Monk Liaochen, who has practiced the way of a warrior monk since he was a child, moved his ears slightly and immediately recognized that it was the sound of a stick as thick as a baby's arm being hit on someone's buttocks.

"Wow!!!!!"

A shrill but lackluster cry followed.

"I told you to take it! I told you to take it! I told you to take it!"

Sharp screams mixed with cries were heard one after another out of the yard and onto the clean path paved with loess and swept by clear water.

Along with it, there were dull knocks of bang, bang, bang, and screams that were shrill but lacking in energy.

Not long after, the sharp shouting and scolding stopped, the dull beating also stopped, and the shrill but lackluster crying continued for a while, and gradually became lower.

Monk Liaochen, who had mastered the art of clairvoyance, heard very clearly a very aggrieved mutter, "Mom, I'm hungry!".

The monk was as if he had been struck by thunder.

This is the first time that monk Lingchen has gone down the mountain since he was sent to Baima Zen Monastery when he was three years old.

The road from Baima Zen Monastery to Guanglin Fucheng has always been a smooth road. There are no villages or residential buildings on both sides of the road.

Some only build one every other section of the road, specifically for monks from various Buddhist temples to rest, rest, and eat hot soup and rice.

The people on duty in the post house were all domestic slaves from the Guanglin County Prince's Palace.

In short, Monk Liaochen has never touched the world of mortals and has never understood the human world.

He has always believed that the mortal world is not bitter and that the world of Buddha is the land of Buddha.

Who knows...

Taking a deep breath, Monk Liaochen slowly closed his eyes and opened them again.

Between closing and opening, the clairvoyance has been opened.

Monk Liaochen's eyes penetrated the space and the courtyard wall, and saw everything in the small courtyard clearly.

In the kitchen, a woman with wrinkled face and gray hair was hunched over, leaning against the wall, holding a piece of firewood in her hand and sobbing silently.

Next to the stove, a skinny child grabbed a steamed bun with his dark right hand, holding it hard and unwilling to let go.

Only the last steamed bun remained in the steaming pot.

In a house not far from the kitchen, there were two people, one large and one small, lying on the bed, covered with quilts made of straw. Their faces were pale and weak, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

With his clairvoyance, Monk Liaochen immediately realized that these two people were hungry.

The smoke from the kitchen is curling up, the fragrance of rice is overflowing, it is quiet and peaceful, a Buddha land on earth?

Monk Liaochen felt his eyes sting a little, so he quickly closed them and turned off his clairvoyance.

This world is so miserable. Monk Luochen felt compassion and mercy in his heart and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Well, I can’t bear to watch it anymore.

Link took in all of this, said nothing, and just walked on in silence.

Monk Liao Chen quickly opened his eyes again, his face returned to calm in an instant, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

He also entered a state of silence and hurried on, no longer looking around, no longer looking at the quiet and peaceful Buddha land on earth.

On the contrary, the representative monks from other temples behind him have maintained Monk Chen's previous interest.

He even praised the immeasurable Dharma for its greatness in saving the world from the sea of ​​suffering and reaching the other shore.

In this strange atmosphere, the group from Baima Chanyuan finally entered Guanglin City and went straight to the Guanglin County Prince's Palace.

The Guanglin County Prince's Mansion, which occupies an extremely large area, was completely renovated inside and out. It was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. Every servant's face was filled with sincere joy. They presented extremely warm hospitality and extremely pious respect to the arriving representatives of the White Horse Zen Monastery.

There was a figure of a servant among them, which made Monk Liaochen feel a little familiar, but also a little strange.

Link didn't even look at the servant, but there was a slight wave in his eyes.

"What the hell!"

"You've taken over Monk Xin's body, so don't hang around like that!"

With a murmur in his heart, Link looked at his nose and heart, and calmly walked into the house arranged by the Guanglin County Prince's Palace for the monks of Baima Zen Monastery to live.

The room is large enough for one person, quite quiet.

However, as soon as Link sat down at the desk, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, senior brother."

Without his telepathy, just by listening to the footsteps, Link knew that the person standing outside the door was Monk Luochen.

Squeak.

The door opened, and Monk Luochen walked in. He didn't sit down, but just stood by the desk, looking at Link.

"Senior brother, is there something wrong?"

Link twisted a piece of white paper on the desk, opened the inkstone, dripped some water, then picked up the ink stick and rubbed the ink carefully.

"Um."

Monk Liao Chen nodded, "There are some things that I can't figure out. I would like to ask my junior brother what he thinks."

"If you have anything to do, senior brother, it's okay to tell me."

Link studied the ink carefully, without raising his head, and said casually

Monk Liao Chen asked in a deep voice, "What do you think, junior brother, of cultivating and worshiping?"

The ink was now ground, so Link chose a wolf-brush pen, dipped it in the ink, and wrote one word, "Xiu".

Then he said: "Senior Brother, Junior Brother Qianjian, the so-called cultivation means cultivating oneself; the so-called worship means worshiping others."

"Senior brother is stupid, please explain in detail."

Monk Liao Chen clasped his hands together, bowed to Link, and asked for advice in a very solemn manner.

At this time, Link took up his pen and wrote the word "Bye" again.

Putting down the Langhao pen, Link stood up, faced Monk Luochen, pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground, and said loudly: "If I am a Buddha and my senior brother worships me, can I become a Buddha?"

Monk Liao Chen thought about it carefully and shook his head slightly: "No."

Link put down his hands, clasped his hands together, then sat down on the ground, formed the meditation seal, and said loudly: "As a monk, I practice Buddhism diligently and cultivate merits. Is it possible to become a Buddha?"

Monk Liao Chen thought about it carefully and nodded slightly: "Yes."

After a pause, Monk Liao Chen emphasized his tone: "But the hope is quite slim. The Buddhist teachings are as profound as Master Wusheng, and he only achieved the status of Bodhisattva. He failed to become a Buddha, so he reincarnated and practiced again."

Link grinned: "Senior brother, how did you know that Master Wusheng could not become a Buddha, and he was reincarnated just now?"

Monk Liaochen was startled when he heard this.

Yes, how did he know that Master Wusheng was reincarnated and cultivated again because he could not become a Buddha?

In other words, how did he know this statement? Who told him this statement?

The more he thought about it, the darker Monk Liaochen's eyes became.

It's Baima Zen Temple.

It is the scriptures and records of Baima Zen Temple.

It is the word-of-mouth tradition of Baima Zen Monastery.

Huh...huh...

After taking a few deep breaths, Monk Liaochen tried his best to adjust his situation, but still couldn't calm down.

"Namo Amitabha! Namo Amitabha!"

Monk Liao Chen clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, hoping to help him regain his composure.

But it's all in vain.

His heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

the reason is simple.

First, he was impacted by the Buddha Land and the suffering in the human world, and then the things and objects he firmly believed in his heart were shaken by Link, so he had doubts about everything he had learned since he was a child.

This kind of ideological self-doubt comes very quickly, and it is very difficult and very slow to get out of it.

Seeing this, Link did not allow Monk Chen to continue doubting himself, and said calmly: "Brother, don't think too much. Junior, I am only interested in the deeds of Master Wusheng, and I have not found any precise records to prove that Master Wusheng It’s not that I reincarnated because I couldn’t attain Buddhahood, it’s just a casual mention.”

However, Monk Liao Chen did not listen to these words, but his mood calmed down inexplicably.

This is very strange.

However, the first thing Monk Luochen did after he calmed down was to pick up another topic and asked: "Junior Brother, when we passed by that village earlier, Junior Brother didn't seem surprised by the true situation in that village?"

Link was still sitting on the ground, looked up at Monk Chen, and asked with a smile: "Senior Brother, do you know that you can go straight to Guanglin Mansion through the broad road from Ma Chan Temple, so why did you turn into that last inn?" Where is the country road? Who made this arrangement?"

"I do not know."

Monk Liaochen shook his head and answered frankly.

Link smiled and said: "I don't know either, but I guess it is the handiwork of the princess."

"Princess Princess?"

Monk Liaochen exclaimed in surprise, and then suddenly realized, "That's it. I have always heard that the princess loves to fight for justice and fight against injustice. I think it is possible that the princess is using this to test us and make a selection for recruiting a son-in-law. "

"Senior brother said yes, so be it."

A hint of a smile flashed in Link's eyes, he responded casually, and then stood up, "Brother, junior brother, I'm a little tired and want to rest."

"Junior brother, have a good rest. Senior brother will leave now."

Monk Liao Chen heard the sound of the string and knew its elegant meaning. He immediately said goodbye and turned around neatly.

But just as he reached the door, Link shouted again: "Senior brother, I have a question to ask. I wonder if I would like to answer it honestly?"

"Junior brother, it's okay to ask."

Monk Liao Chen faced Link and gave a serious response.

Link didn't pretend to be pretentious and asked directly: "Senior brother, if there is a chance to be reborn, would senior brother want to be reborn in the farmhouse that senior brother saw today, or would he be reborn in Baima Zen Monastery, as a monk who does not work in production and enjoys the worship of all people? "

After a pause, Link emphasized his tone: "Senior brother, I'm not in a hurry to answer this question."

"Answer yourself." (End of chapter)