Ruins of the past

The gatekeeper slowly walked over from the darkness, looked at Chu Qiguang and asked, "It's not too late for you to give up now."

Chu Qiguang shook his head and said firmly: "I can't wait any longer."

Under the leadership of the gatekeeper and Lin Lan, Chu Qiguang came to a black stone room. In the center of the stone room was a desk with three thin pieces of paper placed on it from left to right.

Looking at these three pieces of paper, Chu Qiguang seemed to feel the ring of stupidity on his chest releasing a hot feeling like boiling water.

This is a heat that has never been seen before.

Chu Qiguang looked at the paper greedily and asked, "What kind of book is this?"

The gatekeeper said coldly: "I can't tell you the names. I can only tell you that these three pictures come from three different books. Each is related to the Vajra Temple, the Wuwei Sect, and the Tianjian Sect."

Chu Qiguang's eyes brightened after hearing this, and he looked at Lin Lan aside.

Apparently Lin Lan knew that he had recently been searching for historical materials related to Tianjian Sect, Wuwei Sect, and Vajra Temple.

So I helped the gatekeeper when he was choosing.

Let the janitor select books from the second floor that are related to his goal.

He nodded towards Lin Lan, a shy smile flashed on the other person's face.

Chu Qiguang looked at the three pieces of paper and said, "Why are they all one by one? Isn't there a complete book?"

The gatekeeper said calmly: "In order to prevent their harmful spread, all the books on the second floor are collected by the book."

"And you should take a look at each one first to make sure you have no problem before we talk about it later."

With that said, the gatekeeper pointed to the three pictures and said, "Choose one. You can only look at one of the three pictures."

Chu Qiguang felt the guidance of the Ring of Foolishness and chose the one related to the Vajra Temple.

The janitor nodded, put the other two papers into two black iron boxes, and locked them up.

Then he said to Chu Qiguang: "Next, we will watch you read this here. If anything abnormal happens to you, we will stop you immediately."

"You have to remember that the knowledge in these books will only bring endless tragedy and madness, and it is best that you never try to use them."

Chu Qiguang sat at the desk and started reading with the piece of paper in front of him.

He found that he didn't know who had written the words on this piece of paper. He had written down a lot of them densely, as if there was not enough paper.

Chu Qiguang squinted his eyes and started to read.

…

It is said that the monks of Jingang Temple often practice in the mountains of Dianzhou.

In order to understand the true meaning of Buddha, even the pain of being burned by fire can be endured.

Among them, monks with profound magical power often hear the Buddha's guidance during practice.

But for a long time, he practiced cultivation that went against common sense and was obsessed with light and heat.

Let the monk's practice gradually become distorted.

Now record a diary and observe their symptoms.

…

In the twelfth year of Yongding, in May.

The imperial court announced the suspension of imperial examination selection and decided to use recommendation to select scholars.

It’s a shame that I studied hard for ten years, but now that the imperial examinations have been suspended, what should I do?

In the twelfth year of Yongding, June.

I said that I decided to escape into Buddhism. My father looked at me very strangely, as if he wanted to harm me.

I know he must be ready.

From the day the imperial examination was stopped, he and my mother wanted to harm me.

However, Zen Master Fahui of Vajra Temple is willing to accept me as his disciple, and I have already agreed.

I'm not afraid of them anymore.

In the twelfth year of Yongding, August.

Finally, we arrived in the mountains of Dianzhou, and the Vajra Temple was in sight.

During these days, my master and I discussed Buddhist scriptures and felt that my mood became more and more peaceful.

It turns out that thousands of years ago, someone had already understood the true meaning of life that I had recently thought about.

Compared to these, what is mere fame and wealth?

In the ninth month of the twelfth year of Yongding.

Kongo Temple is...weird.

Master... is also very strange.

I once saw him sitting motionless for a whole day in front of a Buddhist scripture.

I asked him what he was doing and he said he was communicating with Buddha.

It was the end of September in the twelfth year of Yongding.

I finally figured out what was going on.

It turns out that all the people in the Vajra Temple are sick, Buddha's disease.

As long as a person suffers from this disease, he will gradually become a Buddha and eventually be led to the Buddhist world.

If you want to get Buddhist disease, you must first read Buddhist scriptures.

There are many Buddhist scriptures, the more the better.

In the twelfth year of Yongding, October.

The master became even weirder.

He was often talking to the flames.

He said the Buddha was in the fire.

I said I couldn't see it.

The abbot said I didn't read enough scriptures.

In the twelfth year of Yongding, November.

The master doesn't allow me to put out the oil lamp every night.

He would sleep looking at the sparks on the oil lamp every night.

I don’t know how late he goes to bed every day, but every time I wake up, I can see the master looking at the lights obsessively.

He said the Buddha was talking to him inside.

I said I couldn't hear it, and the abbot of the temple said I hadn't read enough scriptures.

In the twelfth year of Yongding, in December.

The oil lamp burned out last night... There was no light in the room, and the master screamed wildly.

That kind of sound was not like any sound that could be roared by humans...or even beasts.

I could only get up immediately and light the oil lamp again. The master held the oil lamp in his hand and kept getting closer...

The end of December, the twelfth year of Yongding.

One of the master's eyes was burned out.

The abbot told me not to worry. He said that the master's illness was getting worse and he was about to become a Buddha.

The master's Buddhist disease...is getting worse.

So happy for him.

Our room was filled with dozens of oil lamps at all times.

There was also a huge stove, and the master stayed in front of the stove, constantly adding coal to it.

Watching the fire grow stronger and stronger, he would laugh happily.

He said he could hear the Buddha's voice and see the Buddha's figure.

He followed the Buddha's voices and shouted out the Zen chant.

It was a sound that was sharper than anyone imagined, a weird tone that made people's souls tremble.

I listened to the master's Zen singing and felt that I was getting closer and closer to the Buddha.

Unfortunately, it seems that I haven't read enough sutras, and I haven't gotten the Buddhist disease yet.

In March, the thirteenth year of Yongding.

Today is the day for meditation.

All the monks in the temple were very excited, waiting for the abbot to take out the Sutra of Mount Sumeru King.

I heard that on top of the Sumeru King Sutra, there are also the Dragon-Elephant Great Freedom, the Vajra Phases and the Secret Vajra Hercules Sutra, which are said to record the true meaning of the Buddha. Unfortunately, they can no longer be found. .

I finally read the Sutra of Mount Sumeru King.

Buddha is inside.

I turned around and wanted to tell the master that I had seen it, but I found that the master had already become a Buddha.

He looked at me and laughed, as if he wanted to encourage me.

I can hear the Buddhas in the Buddhist world congratulating Master.

I can see the master slowly ascending to the Buddha realm.

Unfortunately, the abbot quickly put away the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru.

But I am not afraid. I have already contracted the Buddha's disease and I can already hear the Buddha's voice.

That sound cannot be described in words, cannot be described in words.

If I must say it...

That is 'Nan'anheheluo'an', which means 'the place where all the Buddhas are, where infinite wisdom and fire are buried'.

As he read this page of the diary, Chu Qiguang felt that there seemed to be an increasingly hot feeling in the air.

And at the moment when the last spell appeared, he felt a sharp cry coming from his ears.