Museum of Demons

Hearing Wei Yuan’s answer, Yuan Jue’s expression of regret appeared on his face. It was rare that anyone could inquire, but he still found nothing, but he quickly reduced his emotions, never let regrets, let distracting thoughts stay in his heart, and still feel like a heart. Der Spiegel.

Wei Yuan looked as usual.

It wasn't about strength, he didn't want to fight against the monk in front of him from the bottom of his heart.

Winning caused constant trouble.

If you accidentally make a mistake, you will be arrested and become a monk.

Whether winning or losing is a loss-making business, one thing is worse than one thing less.

Wei Yuan naturally changed the subject and said, "Since you are tracking down the enemy of the Buddha, I don't know which temple Yuanjue you are practicing in and which Buddha is worshipping?"

Yuanjue folded his hands together and replied: "Practice between heaven and earth, taking the world as a temple."

"The poor monk only goes to Zen and does not worship Buddha."

"Don't worship Buddha?"

Wei Yuan's voice paused, and the two of them looked away along the street. They saw Guanshiyin Bodhisattva enshrined in the hotel opposite, and some were wearing jade Buddha guards. Yuanjue's eyes were quiet. Although he was tall, there was another one. Feeling quiet, the monk withdrew his gaze and said, "Yes, don't worship Buddha."

"In other words, don't worship the Buddha as the world thinks."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and motioned the monk to continue.

Yuanjue picked up a fallen leaf and said: "Most people in the world think that the Buddha is an omniscient and omnipotent god, and ask the Buddha for everything he encounters and complain, hoping to be blessed and able to Overcome the difficulties, but where is there any Buddha and **** who knows everything and is omnipotent?"

He sighed and said: "Sakyamuni himself is just a mortal who has experienced the pain of the world, unable to save his loved ones, unable to save his country and nation, and finally experienced all kinds of sorrow and despair, and then detached himself from enlightenment. "

"He can't even save himself, how can he save other people in the world?"

"He just left his own thoughts and his own knowledge, hoping to point out a direction. It is just a younger generation of Buddhism scholars who packaged this knowledge, put gold leaf on the stone, and worshipped the Buddha high above the ground. Believing that there are no gods in the world, the disciples of the younger generations have created non-existent gods to oppress them."

"People worship him and say it is the Buddha of Tathagata, with great magical powers, but they don’t even know what the Tathagata means. The Tathagata has nothing to do before, nowhere to go. It seems to be coming, but it also seems to have gone. I cannot chase, but I will never abandon your realm. It is the Tathagata, the Buddha."

"But what is this?"

"He seems to be coming, and he seems to have just left. But he doesn't know where he came from, or where he is going, what is such a thing, and where is it?"

The monk looked at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan thought for a while and replied, "It's the heart."

Yuanjue smiled, and Amitabha said loudly, saying:

"Yes, it is the heart. The Tathagata is originally in the heart, and in the heart is the mountain of spirit."

"Buddha is not a specific person, let alone a god. Buddha Tathagata is a realm. In fact, it can be called Ruqu, but that is too cruel, so cruel, so the enlightened person calls this realm the Tathagata. "

"That is to say, you see, although this kind of realm is very far away and far away is unattainable, but it seems to be coming, you go forward, don’t be afraid, take your time, you will be able to reach the place called Buddha Realm."

"This is the wish and kindness of the enlightened person to the unconscious person."

"But being disguised as a **** is unpredictable and unattainable."

Wei Yuan pondered, thoughtfully, and asked casually:

"Since it is the realm of Tathagata, can it really be reached?"

The monk replied: "When you don't think about when you will arrive, he has already come; when you realize that you are chasing the Tathagata, he has gone, nothing has never been done, no way to go, for the Tathagata."

"It's a cunning answer."

Wei Yuan couldn't help but shook his head and chuckled, and said again: "Then what do you call the enemy of Buddha?"

He has confirmed at this moment that this monk does not seem to regard himself and Wu Zhiqi as enemies of the Buddha.

Yuanjue folded his hands together and looked solemnly: "These are those who pretend to be gods, who come to this world to slander and deceive in the name of the Buddha. The Buddhas and gods came to the world, this is the enemy of the Buddha, and the poor monk is trying to save them."

Wei Yuan's thoughts froze, and couldn't help saying:

"...You want to save Buddha and Bodhisattva?"

Yuanjue said calmly:

"The Buddha is the realm, and the Bodhisattva is also the realm. The realm cannot be grasped, nor can it be saved, but the only thing that can be caught is the name of the realm to confuse the common people with Buddha and enemies. They worship the Buddha, but they don’t know the explanation. Kamoni has been dead for a long time, and the one carved with patterns and decorated with gold powder is definitely not a Buddha!"

"Sakyamuni once said that if Israel sees me and asks me with voice, it is a man who is doing evil ways and cannot see the Tathagata... The meaning of this sentence is not to emphasize the depth of the Dharma, but a serious warning. He died, but if the Buddhas of later generations can still see him, they still have to open their mouths to beg him."

"That means that his Fa was ultimately used by others, and even he himself was distorted and shaped into a worshipped god. This became an evil way, and he was obsessed with'seeking Buddha' and would never be able to set foot in the'Tathagata'. territory."

"With Sakyamuni's character, this sentence is already very, very heavy."

"But the disciples of later generations still ignored this sentence."

At this time, someone happened to walk across the street holding a statue of Buddha with a sincere and pious look on his face. Yuanjue couldn’t help but put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and sighed, "...The Buddha said that he would let go of his attachments, but the hearts of all those who worship Buddha Perseverance, the more pious, the more persistent."

"The Buddha said that you can't be greedy, how many people worship Buddha for their own material desires?"

"Sakyamuni said in the voice of a demon that if he really wants to destroy his Dharma, he must let the demon son wear a monk robe and let the demon grandson live in the temple. That is the end of the world. When he said this, Sakyamuni Ni couldn't help crying either."

"What he has inherited is Taoism and Buddhism, an epiphany of life in the world, and nothing else."

"Abandon these truly precious things, and instead worship Buddha statues, wear robes, say that the Buddha is omnipotent, and proclaim that scented incense can eliminate sins. The monks who have practiced the Buddha for several years can gain immense merit and the demons dance around. That is the end of the law. The world is over..."

"Worshiping Buddha does not learn the principles of the Buddha, but worships the appearance of the Buddha."

"Buddha statues are originally stones, but they have been worshipped for thousands of years, accumulated, contaminated with distracting thoughts, cause and effect, and even resentment. There will be no gods in that statue."

"That's just the **** of sentient beings! It's the trouble of sentient beings! It's the magic thought of sentient beings!"

Yuanjue opened his eyes, before he was quiet and peaceful, and the low temperament of his eyes faintly appeared fierce and decisive, saying:

"The poor monk went down the mountain this time to punish these enemies of the Buddha."

"Turn them into monks, remove their worries, cut off their desires, and return to purity."

"Amitabha…"

The last few words of the monk were calm and upright. Wei Yuan couldn’t help feeling sigh. He immediately thought of the news from Nanhai Guanyinyuan that Yuanjue said. Among the Buddhist holy places, there are such existences as the demon-casting Arhats. To be born again, go out to cast down demons.

Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, thinking of the true spirit of his life that he should have been on the jade dragon pendant.

Was your true spirit refined by the Sangha in the Tang Dynasty and became the so-called Buddha's King Kong?

In other words, will there be a true spirit of one's own in the foundation used by the Nanhai Guanyin Academy this time?

Wei Yuan's thoughts paused slightly, feeling that it was extremely possible, and he pondered, and said:

"What the master said, I also feel my heart. If the master has any clues, you can contact me. Although my cultivation level is ordinary, one person counts the shortcomings, and everyone counts the strengths, maybe it can help you. ."

Yuanjue was surprised, and immediately showed a hint of joy, put his hands together in a salute, and said:

"Thank you Wei donor."

He thought for a while, took out a crystal Buddha pearl, handed it to Wei Yuan, and said:

"This is a Buddhist instrument, with heart initiation, can be used for communication and communication, and it can also leave some information for a short time."

Wei Yuan felt that he had a strange reaction to the Buddha beads, his expression remained unchanged, and he regretted smiling: "It's a pity, such a treasure, I have never practiced the Dharma, and may not be able to use it."

Yuan Jue was stunned, raised his hand and patted his forehead, repeatedly apologizing:

"I was negligent."

"Actually, this buddha is not only used by Buddhist practitioners, but also by people with wisdom roots and Buddha nature."

Yuanjue said as he put the prayer beads in his pocket, and then took out a somewhat old mobile phone, smiled and flaunted:

"This is the first time I went down the mountain. I did odd jobs for a month and saved money to buy it. It took seven or eight years. Although I am older, I can still make calls and receive text messages. It is a good thing. Ah, durable and strong."

Exchanged phone numbers with Wei Yuan.

The monk folded his hands together, said a Buddha horn, bowed, and his tall body turned and left.

Wei Yuan watched him leave, his eyes narrowed, put the phone away, and turned to the other direction.

The pedestrians around him gradually became thinner and thinner. When he walked into an alleyway, suddenly, several men appeared in front and back, wearing modern clothes and hats, conveying the smell of Buddhism with a touch of incense.

Wei Yuan stopped.

Around ten disciples from Buddhism all raised their eyes to look at him, their eyes were guarded and hostile.

Wei Yuan asked, "Several masters, is there anything going on looking for me?"

One of the middle-aged monks clasped their hands together, made a noise of the Buddha's horn, and constricted his eyes: "The poor monk just saw that the donor got the beads from the demon monk? That thing is not beneficial to the donor, or give it to us quickly and let us let it go. In the monastery, chant the scriptures every day to resolve the grievances."

Wei Yuan spread his hands and said with a smile: "It's a pity, not really."

The middle-aged monk fell silent and said: "Then how to contact the demon monk, please tell me to wait."

Wei Yuan said, "Are you going to shoot him?"

The monks did not answer.

Wei Yuan said, "Then, let me refuse."

"The monk couldn't find you. You probably used something like an optical telescope just now, right? It's advancing with the times..."

The middle-aged monk said: "Does the donor really refuse?"

Wei Yuan did not answer.

The monk sighed, said a sin, and then took a step back.

At this moment, many other monks glanced at each other and all rushed forward.

Surrounded before and after.

Cancan Buddha's light is bright.

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, raised his right hand, and grasped the void. Then, the blindfold slowly shattered, and a long sword with sheath appeared behind him, and he pulled it out sharply. His eyes were slightly widened, and his pupils were dizzy at this moment. Ran came from the wind from the high sky thousands of years ago, and turned into blue.

He said:

"there is a question."

"He didn't find you, but I did."

"You didn't think about it, why is this?"

? ? !

The middle-aged monk's thoughts paused, and his complexion changed drastically. He realized that the young man in front of him had come on the initiative instead of intercepting him by himself and others. The results looked similar, but the motives and the meaning of the representatives were completely different. To speak, but it was too late.

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, and the sword in his hand swept across the void suddenly.

The talisman wrapped in cloth on the back of his hand lit up.

Masaichisuke Taiping.

So he just said:

"Strong wind, provoke it!!"

……………

The whistling of the wind, almost like the long groan of some kind of strange beast.

The people nearby all turned their heads and looked in that direction subconsciously. In a remote place, a huge tornado was exploded on the ground. It seemed that the speed was too fast. It seemed that it was because of a line of sight problem. The tornado turned out to be a strange blue color.

The squally wind slowly dissipated.

Numerous monks were repelled, or fell to the ground, or coughed up blood, flew back, or half of their body was pressed by the wind, embedded in the wall, but the middle-aged monk was still struggling to support, this support has reached its end. , The sword screamed, and the eight-faced Han sword pressed against the monk's throat.

The monk held a crystal clear Buddha bead in his palm.

It is similar to the one that Yuanjue took out earlier.

The middle-aged monk just clung to the bead, facing Wei Yuan, and seemed to be recording something. When Wei Yuan discovered it, he could still maintain his composure. This bead can only be seen by a Buddhist cultivator. The defender Yuan paused, leaned over, and grabbed the prayer beads from the middle-aged monk.

The prayer beads were shrouded in the palm of his hand. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The monk shed blood from the corner of his mouth, his hands clasped together, and his eyes were tight.

"You give up, you who are obsessed with not understanding, you can't..."

His voice was stagnant.

Wei Yuan slowly spread his five fingers.

In this remote and narrow place, Wei Yuan carried his scabbard, with a Han sword in his hand pointing to the ground. In his palm, the Buddha beads slowly floated in the air, slowly lit up, and then continued to rise twice. Finally, the boundless brilliant and clear Buddha light Circulate, illuminate the whole body.

The young museum owner's face was radiant and peaceful by the Buddha's light, and his pure black eyes showed a serene amber color, like a Buddha.

There is dead silence all around.

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