I am immortal

The young Taoist used the one and only magical power he received directly from his teacher.

The voice was clear and clear, faintly making this world feel. Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata gave up all resistance, suppressed his Buddha nature, and allowed the spell to fall on himself, just lowering his eyes.

The road is wrong, and the further we go, the more serious the mistake will be.

How to look back?

It’s better to turn back.

Finally, the old monk's spiritual light dispersed, and only the extremely pure and majestic Buddha's light was still there, maintaining his body. The old man looked at the young Taoist in front of him and stretched out his hand. This light was as clear as glass. The Buddha's light dissipated all personal imprints, leaving only pure cultivation and vitality, which turned into a lotus in his palm.

The old man handed it to the young man and said with a smile, "I'm leaving."

"This lotus flower is given to you, but I don't know when we will see you again."

"I don't know if we will know each other again when we meet."

"I just know that if fate arises and fate disappears, it will no longer be 'me' that meets you in the future."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "I can't accept it myself."

"What you cultivate in practice is yourself, not the power of the outside world. The Buddha's light of Medicine Master Qian is majestic and is much higher than my current state, but it has no value to me. It cannot make my spirit perfect. , you can’t let me know the great road, it’s like a floating cloud to me.”

The old man nodded gently: "It's what you know how to say, Wu Huo."

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said, "So I plan to give it away, is that okay?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Since I want to give it to you, how you use it is naturally your own business."

So the young Taoist stretched out his hand, took the lotus, and said: "Well, Medicine Master, I have accepted your thanks. There is still some time left, how about watching a show?" When the old monk didn't understand yet, the young man The Taoist pointed his finger, and the clear glazed Buddha light fell down into the water that he had prepared but had not drank today.

There was a trace of ripples in the tea cup.

The young Taoist swept his sleeves and robes.

The water in the tea cup flew up like mist. In an instant, it crisscrossed and turned into a chessboard with nineteen lines in front of Qi Wuhuo and Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata. This was exactly the "Yunyu" gifted by Ao Liu. "Chess Game Chapter", Qi Wuhuo had already understood it, but his cultivation was not enough, he didn't even have an innate energy, he knew it, but he couldn't use it.

At this moment, Ao Liu's self-created method, supported by the power of Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata, reached an unprecedented level.

The young man took out from his Taoist robe the names of many lands in Zhongzhou given by Tao Taigong.

Plunge into this rain and mist.

Nineteen chessboards are spread across the board. Suddenly the clouds and mist change, and the appearance of mountains and rivers rises. The land of Zhongzhou is vast and boundless. Mountains and rivers rise from the land. There are many cities. There are people coming and going, traveling merchants, misty alleys, pavilions and painted boats. There are probably millions of people living there, making it a prosperous place.

Now, they are all in front of you.

Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata was stunned, and then the young man pointed outside and explained: "Now because of someone's dereliction of duty, the evil energy cannot be suppressed, the disease energy is rising, and many people are sick, so I want to borrow your power, Medicine Master. "

"Make up the rain for these many people."

There is still the same chess game on the chessboard.

The young Taoist raised his finger, and the clear Buddha light turned into a word and fell, breaking the game. When the chess piece fell, the mist rose up, as if there was something faintly raising its head and chanting. The mist suddenly dispersed, and then swirled and whistled. Things were mixed together, the young Taoist lowered his eyes, but the soul had left the body, riding on the clouds and mist, and left in the blink of an eye, high in the sky.

The old monk looked at the young Taoist with his eyes closed and knew that his soul was boiling.

Qi Wuhuo was sitting in front of the chessboard, as if he was above the clouds and mist again. The nineteen-way chessboard seemed to cover the entire territory of Zhongzhou. With his eyes lowered, he could see the places where many diseases and epidemics were rising. They were once in the teahouse. Inside, the realization that I had when I was talking to Mr. Ao Liu rose again.

The rain falls from the clouds and merges into the rivers, lakes and seas, and then the sun and moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky.

This cycle goes back and forth, isn't it like a practitioner breathing in and out and letting the Qi travel through hundreds of meridians?

The sun is like nature, the moon is destiny, the clouds and waters are like Qi veins, searching and reciprocating without stopping.

So there is no need for a Dharma door.

The young Taoist just lowered his eyes and said softly: "Luo Yu."

Then rain fell from the sky. This rain had already been delayed for almost half a month, and evil spirits and epidemic qi had already risen. However, this rain was extraordinary. It contained the Buddha's light from the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata. The monk watched this scene happen, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of his twelve great aspirations.

It is not the Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata, but the original wish of the Medicine Master who had the chance to walk under the bodhi tree.

The old monk tried his best to sit cross-legged, lowered his eyes and recited: "I hope that in the next life, when I achieve Bodhi, there will be sentient beings whose bodies are inferior, whose roots are not present, who are ugly, stubborn, blind, deaf, mute, lame, stooped, and white. Leprosy, madness, and all kinds of illnesses."

"As soon as you hear my name, everything will be upright and wise, all roots will be fully developed, and there will be no pain or suffering."

"I hope that in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, all sentient beings will be suffering from severe illnesses, no help, no cure, no relatives, no home, poverty and much suffering."

"As soon as my name passes through his ears, all diseases will be cured and his body and mind will be at peace."

This is the original Buddha mind.

The old man lowered his eyes, and the rain fell, and the rain fell in a steady patter.

"Ah, don't run away. It's raining so hard. What should I do if my feet slip while running around?"

The old pine tree shouted, but the spirits on Juyun Peak just flew around happily in the rain, shouting:

"It's raining!"

"It's raining!"

“There’s no rain these days, it’s so uncomfortable!”

"It's really raining!"

In Shuiyun Township, Lian Shulan opened the window and watched the rain fall. Her sad mood finally calmed down a little. She no longer dwelled on the past, was no longer in pain, and was confused. At least at this time, she was just quiet. Watching the rain falling under the moonlight, Zhou Lingyi was wondering why his cold legs didn't feel the rain today.

I stretched out my hand and knocked it, but it no longer hurt.

He looked outside and saw the rain falling.

Suddenly I thought of the young Taoist.

Ah, where would he be in such heavy rain? However, it shouldn’t be that there is no place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?

Above Zhongzhou Fucheng, Chaofeng and Jiao Tu looked into the distance together.

The fortune teller above the pavilion was holding a glass of wine and looking lazily into the distance. He raised his hand to calculate, but he was too lazy to calculate anymore. He just looked at the rainwater between the sky and the earth and said, "Good rain!"

With the help of the old monk's power, Qi Wuhuo's soul traveled around Zhongzhou in one go, exhausting all the Buddhist power.

Then he suddenly saw a place in front of him, his heart moved slightly, and his soul moved, but he had already gone to that place.

It's a Buddhist temple.

There are temples in the capital city of Zhongzhou. The great monks in the temples will accept people who don’t have money to stay in hotels. There will also be medical sheds. Whether it is for the sake of reputation or for the people, when there are great monks curing epidemics, they themselves The great monk in gray clothes who also died did not go to arrest the hated fortune teller today.

He chased the white light of the relics when the Buddha died and fell, but how fast was the light? But he couldn't catch up.

He was in this Buddhist temple, in front of the Buddhist hall of Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata, silently hoping that those who had contracted the disease could recover.

Hopefully they can survive this illness.

He just lit oil lamps everywhere, but instead of lighting incense, he saved the money and replaced it with rice porridge for the patients.

But after all, there must be three sticks of incense in the main hall. When he came back, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone else in the main hall. He frowned slightly, opened the door and said, "Who?!" But when he looked up, there were people on the left and right. The Buddhist statues have not been moved, but in front of the Buddha statue of Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata in the main hall, there seems to be a young Taoist priest holding three sticks of incense.

I didn’t bow down, I just offered incense.

"So."

"Pharmacist."

The monk heard the young Taoist say: "Don't pass."

The monk was shocked.

The wooden ladle he was using to divide the porridge fell to the ground.

Subconsciously, he took a step forward and shouted: "Who are you?!"

But when he raised his eyes again, he could no longer see that figure. He only suspected that it was his illusion, so he instinctively turned around and ran out in large strides. There was no one in front of the hall, except for the sound of rain falling. The monk had supernatural powers in his eyes. Seeing that between the heaven and the earth, there was originally a disease energy rising like a demon, but at this moment, with the falling rain, these evil spirits and epidemic energy escaping from various places gradually dissipated.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the three sticks of incense were still there.

It's not an illusion.

The monk was stunned and lost his mind. He only felt that the rain was falling on the stone slabs. There were already monks and travelers wearing raincoats and carrying iron signs or wooden fish to go out and walk along the street to announce the dawn. The sound of rain falling on the stone slabs and the sound of forging iron signs were clear and clear. Pure, chanting voice mixed with slang——

"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

The gray-robed monk lowered his head and saw the rain falling and blooming like a lotus, and then shattering like a bubble.

I don't know why in my heart, I just put my hands together and recite the Buddha's name.

The Buddha's power has dissipated, and Qi Wuhuo's spirit is just walking in this rain. It's not yet time to [open a workshop], but people in every town have woken up and washed up. As he walked out, preparing to go out to the avenue when the gate of the workshop was opened, the young Taoist passed by everyone.

There was a sword in Yuanshen's palm, which was used to split the clouds just now. He turned with his palm, and the blade of this sword passed through the raindrops and was carried behind him.

People came and went, just sighing for the good rain, and the anxiety of these days was finally dissipated.

But he didn't know the young Taoist next to him.

Qi Wuhuo said, "It's raining so well."

At this moment, he was still connected with the old monk through his mind. Feeling that the evil and epidemic energy had dissipated, he stepped briskly and asked in his heart:

"This is considered [crossing], what does the pharmacist think?"

The old monk smiled and agreed.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time.

At this time, on the drum tower in the middle of Zhongzhou Fucheng, a big man wearing a raincoat walked up quickly, shook off the rain, took off his raincoat, and felt energetic. Then he took out a drumstick as big as a large bowl, worked up his strength, and fiercely The ground hit the big drum of the Drum Tower, and the deep sound began to spread from the center of the entire city, on the four main avenues in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

The drum towers of each square followed closely behind, and with the sound of the drum towers, every government office and restaurant in the city opened. The gates of more than two hundred squares and cities in Zhongzhou Fucheng opened simultaneously, and then the gates of the city opened. The Taoist temple in China rang its bells, and the temple rang its Buddhist bells. The low drum beats and the powerful drum beats were intertwined.

The morning light rises.

This world of mortals has woken up.

The old monk opened his eyes and saw the rising sun in the Yang Yang Temple.

At the fifth watch every day, pilgrims in various temples would make iron signs or wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the markets in various bridges would be open.

The young Taoist clasped his sword in his right hand and walked forward step by step on this earthly road.

Sweep the left sleeve of the robe and hold the secret.

Closing his eyes, he suppressed the childishness of a young man, leaving only the calmness that could match the supreme realm, and said gently:

"Pharmacist."

"I have observed your ways."

"Prove your heart."

"Perform your wish."

"So, it's time to say goodbye."

The monk lowered his eyes and smiled gently.

"yes."

"I hope I can see you again, Wuhuo, someday."

The old man suddenly lowered his head and saw the bird's egg. It seemed to be a coincidence. The bird's egg trembled slightly, and then cracks appeared. The old man waited and saw a peacock bird coming out. The old man smiled with his eyes and saw this weak and helpless bird. Even though he was a basic creature, he also felt a trace of the magnificence of life. He suddenly smiled as if he had an epiphany and said:

"Ah...I see, my Buddha, is this what you see?"

"The formation, residence, and destruction of emptiness are already reincarnations."

"When a monk dies, he is still alive."

"Life and death are like this."

"Life and death are like this."

The old monk stretched out his hand and gently touched the born peacock, and the peacock touched him.

This weak creature seems to have endless magnificence.

The old man smiled and sighed, then sat down and dispersed in the bright sun.

"The living beings in the world..."

"How graceful."

PS:

"Tao Shu Yuan Shen Qi" - morning bells and evening drums are used to summon hundreds of spirits, describing the majesty of the magnificent palaces and the atmosphere of Hongshan Mausoleum, which must be done every morning and dusk without any mistakes.