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Fifteen: Lao Tzu Can Become a Buddha

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A round of bright moon shines on the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in Meiling Taoist Temple. The leaves are like Buddha’s palms, gently blowing the breath of the world, and the treetops are like sharp swords., piercing the sky in the dark night solemnly.

The two talking on the ginkgo tree were silent for a long time, Yi Tianxing slowly raised his head, he decided to give it a try, with a firm face: “Yin Guang is a great trend, the battle between Mount Sumeru and the Pure Land of the West, you and I don’t know, but As the servant of Amitabha Buddha, since he tempted you to devour the Buddha-nature of the Arhats in Mount Sumeru, he must have other ideas. Why don’t Master Ma Sheng consider my proposal again?”

“What is temptation?” The voice of the old monk Meiling floated out slowly from the tree hole, with a trace of tranquility, “Every choice we make is actually just the seed of desire in your heart, and temptation is just the seed of desire in your heart. It’s just a handful of water poured on by others.”

Without waiting for Yi Tianxing to refute, he went on to say: “I haven’t reached the state of enlightenment, and I always have some things that I can’t let go of, so I stay on this ginkgo tree, absorbing the Buddha nature of the heavens, trying to become a Buddha in vain. Bless the world and you have things you can’t let go of, that’s why you came to Meiling. Bodhisattvas have the seeds of Bodhisattvas in their hearts. You and I have the seeds of you and me. We can water them ourselves. Why bother with other people’s affairs and blame others ”

“Obsession is very harmful.” Yi Tianxing has always believed in this point, he looked at the tree hole and frowned: “If you want to protect the world, you must have an enemy in your imagination, so who is your enemy?”

The old monk in Meiling was silent for a long time before slowly responding: “I pray that the common people will get what they wish, and I hope that the world will return to peace.”

Yi Tianxing said slightly together: “The power of wish is beautiful, and there is no way to do it. Things that Buddha can’t do. How can you do that human beings are dominated by desire, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with this kind of domination.” Not good.” He frowned and asked, “Why do you want the Buddha’s finger relic?”

The quiet voice of the old monk Meiling resounded: “Arhats have strong and persistent mindfulness. I took away their Buddha nature and memory, but I haven’t completed the work. Therefore, I need the relics of the Buddha’s fingers to help me.”

“If you swallow it all up and digest it, you will become a Buddha.” Yi Tianxing scolded, feeling his scalp was numb and cold.

The old monk in Meiling seemed to be talking about a matter of course: “It is natural to see the Buddha when you gather the Buddha.”

Yi Tianxing was silent for a long time, and shook his head in disappointment: “It’s all illusory thoughts, you want to fight to save the world, but the method you use is to harm people, how do you say that?”

“A few people suffer, and the masses enjoy peace.”

“It’s wrong not to mention whether you can achieve a balance of power with the Western Heaven Pure Land after you become a Buddha in the physical body, but just to say” Yi Tianxing said quietly: “Using incorrect means to achieve a possible correct goal will always be biased. My thinking is different from yours. Similarly, aren’t those arhats who have been demoted to save the world one of the sentient beings?”

“Sacrificing one’s life to see the Buddha is what the arhats who serve the Buddha should do.”

Yi Tianxing’s expression became calmer and calmer: “I said that I have different ideas. The world is not an empty concept. It is composed of all living beings. Every plant, every tree, every bird and every beast, every person and every immortal, Bodhisattva and Arhat, the world is not A collective consciousness is a specific existence. All living beings are equal, and the arhat is also one of them.”

He stared at the ginkgo tree hole and said coldly: “If you don’t sweep a house, why sweep the world if you don’t save one person, how can you save all living beings? Even if trillions of people beg an Arhat to die, if he doesn’t want to die, he can’t die.”

“The Buddha gave up his life to feed the eagle, so why would the arhat cherish this body.” The old monk Meiling sneered, “If it were me, I would be happy to bear it.”

Yi Tianxing looked at the tree hole quietly, looked at the old, skinny but extremely persistent old monk’s face at the entrance of the tree hole, and said after a long silence: “You want to become a Buddha, and I want to find a Buddha. The approach is understood, but never accepted.”

“The Buddha is gone.” The old monk Meiling sighed, but the message in his words was extremely firm.

Yi Tianxing frowned, he had no reason not to believe the feeling of this great supernatural being.

If the Buddha is really no longer found, what should I do or really create another Buddha?

The old monk Meiling was a vampire hundreds of years ago, but he has already realized the idea of ​​equality for all beings. After entering the monastery, he has practiced it for hundreds of years.

Even if Yi Tianxing came to destroy him on this trip, he still has some admiration.

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A blood monk became a Buddha immediately

When the night wind hit, Yi Tianxing, who had never been afraid of the cold, shuddered, and the chill rising from the bottom of his heart occupied his whole body.

He didn’t think that his previous thoughts were too far from the ancestors, nor did he think that blood races were inherently filthy and could not inherit the Buddhist lineage, but the golden rod in his hand suddenly shook, which made him think for a moment. This conversation continues, The fighting spirit that I had accumulated with great difficulty gradually weakened.

He was fully on guard, but he was still being gradually consumed by the spiritual power of the old monk Meiling

Thinking of how many virtuous and benevolent Arhats and Buddhas are still being imprisoned and devoured by this man in the tree hole, and thinking that since the other party has already made a move, they must not be persuaded, Yi Tianxing gritted his teeth, his eyes golden pupil After a flash, he shouted: “Everyone is a Buddha. There are thousands of roads to becoming a Buddha, but you have chosen a wrong road.”

The old Meiling monk in the ginkgo tree cave chuckled and said: “There are more than ten million roads to becoming a Buddha. I will take my way and you will take yours. If two roads intersect at one place, it depends on who is covered by the blue, gray and black bricks.” body”

Following this shout, an incomparably majestic spiritual force was suddenly released from the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree

“Walking is the void inside the mind and body, the so-called mouth and noseThroat, eyes, chest and abdomen, etc., knowing that form is all affliction, and emptiness is no trouble, so the heart is happy with emptiness. If the heart is in color, the command is in the air, and the heart becomes soft. Make the void inside the body gradually expand, and see the body as the root hole of a lotus root. Learn to transfer benefits, see that the body is empty, and there is no color. The outer color is the same, and the inner and outer emptiness are the same. At this time, the heart is bound to the void, immeasurable and powerless, and then leave the form and think, peacefully and happily; like a bird in a bottle, the bottle breaks out, soars through the void, without being hindered by anything. Is the name of the beginning of formless concentration”

Two years ago, when the cassock array was launched in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, countless sufferings were imagined.

At that time, the ancestor passed on the scriptures by mouth, and Yi Tianxing smiled and realized it. With this, he could cover his five senses and escaped badly.

He was going to Meiling today, fearing that the old monk in Meiling would be violently attacked, so Yi Tianxing had already prepared for it.

Gently laying the golden stick across his knees, he lightly spread the three fingers of his left hand, clasped the palm of his right hand in front of him, looked at his nose with his eyes, watched his heart with his nose, and lightly recited the scriptures, calmly guarding the altar.

The huge spiritual power of the old monk, like a torrential rain, seemed to have a harmonious shape, and seemed to have the intent of killing, gushing towards Yi Tianxing who was sitting quietly outside the ginkgo tree.

Yi Tianxing sat on the tree branch, with the golden stick in front of him, as if he had settled down, and put all his spiritual consciousness into the altar, just like a flat boat, going up and down on the waves, it seems that it will be destroyed anytime, anywhere .

But he does not move, his body does not move and his mind does not move, just like a small candle caught by the wind, although it is dim, there is no sign of extinguishing.

He is supporting, waiting.

A sad red light suddenly ignited at the foot of the mountain, and Mo Sha made a move, but Yi Tianxing didn’t know it, and he didn’t even know that before Prince Job died, he threw the Buddha finger relic he carried with him into the sky .

With a flick of a finger, Yi Tianxing felt a slight release of the pressure on his mind, and he felt light all over his body. He frowned and looked up, and saw a brass ray at the foot of the mountain shooting towards the dark night sky

Although he didn’t know that the copper finger contained the relic of the Buddha’s finger, but the Lingtai had a faint sense, his brows frowned, and with a scream, his figure broke through the air, trying to grab the Buddha’s finger that was flying into the night sky.

The Buddha finger is the focus of snatching by everyone.

Yi Tianxing swept up the ginkgo tree quickly, and the scenery in front of him changed shape and fell to the ground. With a snap of his fingers, his figure had already floated past the tree hole where the old monk in Meiling lived.

A face full of wrinkles, thin, lonely, compassionate, resolute, and mixed with various emotions floated in front of my eyes.

The face of the old monk in Meiling.

The old monk in Meiling opened his withered lips slightly, and slowly chanted scriptures.

The old monk Meiling closed his eyes, looked at Yi Tianxing with soft eyes, and said softly: “One Zen and one month, one movement must be the same as the Tathagata.” Inwardly, the index finger lightly points to himself.

As soon as the scriptures came out, Yi Tianxing suddenly felt his body stop. The moonlight that spread down seemed to contain some kind of magic power, and it was densely stuck to his castration. The falling scenery in front of him suddenly stopped, and he was like this Floating in front of the tree hole, it is difficult to fly to the sky.

He let out a muffled snort, and the sky fire gushed out colorlessly and invisible from the soles of his feet, making a hissing sound, resisting the restraint of the spirit of the old monk Meiling with a powerful momentum

There was a creaking and piercing sound in the night sky, as if two extremely overbearing forces were tearing apart.

Yi Tianxing’s Heavenly Fire Impulse was just in balance with the Meditation power of the old monk Meiling at this time, so he was floating in the night sky right in front of the tree hole, and he could clearly see the appearance of the old monk.

The old cassock and the wrinkled face are somewhat similar to the dress of the old ancestor in the back garden, but the aura of the two people is completely different. There is a harmonious and pure Buddhist atmosphere on his body.

As soon as the old monk in Meiling meditated, the moonlight was like water, and Yi Tianxing was trapped.

The Buddha-nature of Mount Sumeru Arhats has not been digested by this blood monk, so his robbing the Buddha finger relic must have something to do with this matter.

Thinking of the tragic fate of those arhats, Yi Tianxing became cruel, gritted his teeth, and yelled violently. The golden stick in his hand suddenly became longer and thicker. He flipped his right hand, raised the stick, and struck straight at the man in the tree hole. The old monk in Meiling chopped off his head

With one stroke of the golden stick, the bright moon faded, and the power between the heaven and the earth seemed to be condensed at the tip of the stick.

“A straight breath is unparalleled in the world.”

The old monk Meiling’s eyes were bright and bright, looking directly at the oncoming golden stick, he recited the poems of Master Guanxiu, admiring him endlessly. He turned his right hand lightly, and a fleshy palm lightly covered his face.

As soon as the fleshy palm is pushed, it will be like a Buddha’s palm coming towards you

Yi Tianxing felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, which made him feel pain, and with a strange cry, he fell down along the ginkgo tree

After falling tens of meters, he twisted his waist, and the golden stick spun around his waist in his hand, shining golden light, and slammed into the ginkgo tree

There was a very smooth and crisp sound.

The extremely thick ginkgo tree is broken from it

terrible golden knife

Yi Tianxing tipped his toes, his body quickly floated backwards and saw an incredible scene.

The ginkgo tree, which was collapsing, has fallen into a huge inclination, and in Yi Tianxing’s eyes, it has already crushed several taller trees below. It is still the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

Standing straight, straight into the sky

Look at this plant standing stillYi Tianxing was dumbfounded, and thought of the Buddha palm of the old monk in Meiling just now, he quickly touched his face and found nothing unusual.

It turns out that everything is an illusion.

The Buddha’s palm like a knife is fake, the ginkgo tree is fake, and the tree hole is also fake. Is the old monk real or fake? If they are all fake, where does he live?

Yi Tianxing calmed down, a golden light flashed in his pupils, subconsciously two grains of fire ignited on his fingertips, and wiped them off his soft pupils.

His pupils were slightly warm, and after opening his eyelids again, he faintly felt something was different.

Although the thousand-year-old ginkgo is still green and green, every leaf, every branch, and the edge of every tree slice has a certain indescribable luster.

This is the frightening spiritual power of the ginkgo tree that the spiritual power of the old monk in Meiling has been created out of nothing.

But it was too late to think too much.

The copper-yellow light trail above the night sky is slowly descending.

Yi Tianxing held the golden stick behind him, his face turned cold, and air flow spewed out from the soles of his feet, shaking up the leaves all over the ground, and his people also shot up amidst the flying leaves all over the sky.

All appearances can be faked, but the body of the old monk in Meiling cannot be faked.

Going to the tree hole again, I saw the old monk’s compassionate face again, and the old monk stretched out his palm in a flat way.

It is still a strong wind that is unstoppable and unstoppable, hitting Yi Tianxing directly.

Yi Tianxing recited the Heart Sutra in secret, calmed his mind with the words of the walker, and thought the strong wind was fake, screamed, and raised his stick to beat him vertically.

There was a muffled “bang”.

The old monk Meiling’s palm was fake earlier, but this palm is real.

Yi Tianxing’s face was hit hard, he felt his nose sore and the corners of his lips hurt, and wanted to shed tears.

This fight was so pathetic.

But the fighting skills he learned from his ancestors in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple were not in vain. His body was still drifting backwards, and the golden stick in his hand was tipped over. In the night sky, suddenly Elongated, piercing into the tree hole with incomparable ingenuity

There was a puff.

Jinmang received it as soon as he stabbed.

The old monk in Meiling’s chest was bleeding.

He gently dipped his finger on the blood on his chest, slowly stretched it to his lips, hesitated a little, then licked it, and when he raised his head again, his face was more compassionate.

Yi Tianxing didn’t look at him at all, and rushed over again sullenly. His whole body slid a beautiful curve like a big bird in the night sky, and the golden stick suddenly became longer and thicker, turning into a bottom-end Thin and thick at the top, it hit the old monk at Meiling viciously.

The old monk Meiling frowned slightly when he saw the huge stick coming towards him. Even he who had practiced for five hundred years did not dare to use his body to catch this ancient weapon.

His originally bright eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blood red.

The old monk opened his lips and spat out a word: “duh”

His whole body trembled slightly, as if this single word had consumed too much of his mental energy.

The next moment, Yi Tianxing was in the middle of the game and really felt the power of this word.

The huge stick he hit with his natural divine power suddenly stopped in the night sky, as if he had hit a certain place in an extremely viscous swamp. There was clearly air in front of him, but the tip of the stick could not be swung no matter what.

The head of the giant stick was only half a meter away from the tree hole.

This half meter is as far away as the end of the world, Yi Tianxing’s eyes are reddish, and he has raised his whole body to the top, but he can’t move forward an inch.

“Ah” Yi Tianxing roared violently, and the clothes on his shoulders were smashed into pieces, and the head of the giant stick finally moved forward a little.

The old monk Meiling suddenly raised his head and looked at him. There were too many things in his eyes. How could Yi Tianxing dare to look into his eyes?

He quickly lowered his head, spraying sky fire from his feet, and stuffed the head of the golden stick into the tree hole with his strength

The reason for using the word plug is because the golden rod has become too huge at this time, and the head of the rod is almost as thick as the body of the ginkgo tree, just like a huge golden tree.

Golden trees and ginkgo trees are fighting desperately under the night sky.

I don’t know how long it took, Yi Tianxing’s back gradually became weak, and he began to shake slowly.

In the tree hole, the posture of the old monk Meiling sitting cross-legged gradually became weaker.

There was still a distance of about half a meter between the thick golden rod and the ginkgo tree that towered into the sky.

“The Chen Shuping”

He felt that above his head, the Buddha finger relic in brass was falling towards the ginkgo tree. If the Buddha finger relic fell into the hand of the old monk Meiling, if he understood it for a moment, he would have been imprisoned by him all the time. Thinking of this episode, Yi Tianxing was terrified, and cursed the timid helper of the heaven in his heart.

Seeming to know what he was thinking, the old monk Meiling smiled slightly.

At this moment, there was an extremely shrill sound of breaking the wind, and a black figure in the Taoist temple under the ginkgo tree rushed forward at a speed that was impossible to see in the world, carrying an extremely powerful aura of arrogance all over his body

The black shadow rushed to the narrow gap between the head of the golden stick and the ginkgo tree hole in an instant. With a scream, countless complicated fairy formulas were formed with both hands, and a row of terrifying white teeth emerged out of nowhere, facing the old Meiling. The monk’s skinny body bit down

exactly pretending to be aChen Shuping, who was sleeping in Daotong, chose to attack at this time. The old monk Meiling’s spiritual power was all used to fight against the divinity of the golden cudgel, and he had no way to defend against it.

Too bad Yi Tianxing’s shoulders trembled slightly, he was struggling very hard, but his heart was half cold. Although he didn’t understand what the old monk Meiling could do at this time, since the other party already knew that Chen Shuping was in ambush, he would definitely stay behind.

I just don’t know what the backhand is.

The insidious Chen Shuping chose this seems to be the most appropriate time to sneak attack, but in fact, it should be the worst time.

What shocked Yi Tianxing was that the old monk Meiling didn’t hold back at all when he fought against him, he just kept his strength

Under the might of the Golden Rod, he can still stay strong, it’s too scary

The old monk Meiling raised his head and glanced at Chen Shuping who was rushing towards him, and the coldness in his eyes gradually grew.

The pure Buddha’s light rises from the tree hole. It is soft, but it implies supreme power.

Chen Shuping’s throat suddenly made a very strange sound, like swallowing saliva, or like a skinned fish being fried on a barbecue stall.

The old monk in Meiling shouted fiercely: “The golden body is not bad.”

The flesh body of the blood race who had been cultivating for five hundred years, and the broken body blessed by Buddhism, was suddenly coated with a layer of golden light in the tree hole, which looked inexplicably brilliant.

Chen Shuping’s celestial formula has already been released, his white teeth are like knives, and he bites into the body of the old monk Meiling fiercely.

In the tree hole, the two rows of sharp canine teeth were shattered by the golden body of the old monk of Meiling. .

The old monk Meiling’s body was also bitten into a deep blood hole, but there was no danger of breaking his body. He looked coldly at Chen Shuping in front of him, and patted his chest lightly.

There was a muffled pop.

In mid-air, Chen Shuping’s body was bounced back like a bullet, and blood sprayed from the corner of his mouth all over the sky.

With Chen Shuping’s formidable strength, even if he fights head-on with the old monk Meiling, he won’t lose so badly. It’s just that this kid likes to be cunning, and in the end the sneak attacker is counter-attacked, and the loser is Xilihuala, so unhappy.

Yi Tianxing’s heart became cold for a while, thinking that this helper is really fucking stupid, thinking this way in his heart, but he didn’t dare to relax his hand, he snorted, pressed down the stick head mission, and made a move with his right hand, which can melt into the world The sky flames of everything finally spewed out into the tree hole.

The Buddha’s breath in the tree hole does not disperse, and it is still lingering.

The old monk in Meiling closed his eyes, clasped his palms together, and muttered in his lips: “Duh!”

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree he conjured up with his mental power retreated without a reason, and the distance between Yi Tianxing’s golden stick and Tianhuo was tens of meters away.

And Yi Tianxing’s sea of ​​consciousness also felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, a stinging pain revolving back and forth in his brain, his body kept rolling up and down in the night sky, appearing to be in extreme pain, he almost threw the golden stick to hug his own head.

I don’t know how long he rolled, he finally stabilized his figure in the air, wiped off the blood seeping from his nostrils, his sleeves suddenly lit up, Yi Tianxing bit his lip, his body fluttered in the night sky, his eyes Full of arrogance, looking at the ginkgo tree tens of meters away, suddenly there was a strange cry and the golden stick stretched out, the tip of the stick suddenly became longer, and it smashed into the tree hole like a golden laser.

The old monk Meiling pressed his hands lightly and touched his palms softly, and the Buddha’s breath filled in the tree hole suddenly expanded, like an inflated air bag.

When the head of the golden stick touched the air bag of Buddha’s breath, there was a muffled buzzing sound, as if an air pocket had been punctured.

With a puff, the old monk Meiling spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Heshi’s palms.

Then he spread out his right palm respectfully.

There was a soft “pop”.

The old monk’s bloody palm slowly caught a thing that fell from the sky.

The brass-wrapped Buddha finger relic shone slightly flowing Buddha light on his bloody palm.

The brass gradually melted away, revealing the milky white finger bone with three bloodlines inside.

The breath of Buddha in the tree hole seems to have sensed the breath of the amputated phalanx, rushing into the phalange tube first, and the tree hole is full of Buddha’s light, jumping non-stop.

The old monk Meiling stared at the finger tube in his palm with a calm expression, and chanted scriptures softly in his mouth.

Suddenly, the three blood lines on the Buddha finger relic gradually faded away.

The aura of the old monk in Meiling changed completely. The originally mellow and soft aura was still pure and soft, but at this moment, it seemed to have the power of heaven and earth, pressing up on the bright moon and down on the earth, and an extremely heavy pressure filled the surroundings of the Taoist temple. , Meiling up and down

Yi Tianxing and Chen Shuping, who were overwhelmed by the supreme power of the old monk Meiling, dared not step forward, looked at the scene in front of them, and couldn’t help being dumbfounded.

Yi Tianxing woke up and scolded angrily: “The dog is on me!”

Chen Shuping opened his mouth wide, the mouth was still bleeding, and he said furiously: “The lunatics are here!”

Yi Tianxing’s heart turned cold. Everyone had some hope before. At this time, the other party had already got the Buddha finger relic, and it seemed that the other party had long been concerned about how to use the Buddha finger relic. Feel the supreme magic power left by the Buddha in the finger bones.

Faced with such an old monk in Meiling, or the Blood Buddha of Meiling, would he still go up?

The light of Buddha flows slowly from the finger bones, from the body of the old monk in Meiling, and from the hole of the ginkgo tree.

its pure color, its meaning is pure and harmonious, its shape is pure and beautiful, its brilliance shines in the night sky, and its quality overwhelms the earth and deters all things.

The Buddha’s radiance melted into the sky, and the golden light spots gradually condensed and formed into a vague shape. The shape seemed to be composed of different circles, a big circle surrounded by a small circle, which looked extremely soft and beautiful.

Yi Tianxing leaned on the golden stick nervously and watched the vision in the night, the sweat gradually flowed down and wet the golden stick.

Big circles and small circles, life and death are endless, and gradually become clear, the upper circle seems to be a head, and the lower circle is a body.

Bursts of Buddha’s light sprayed out from the huge statue that reached the sky, shining on Meiling.

The treasure statue gradually reveals its true face, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, which is indescribable in words, pointing to the sky with one hand, and pointing to the ground with the other, it is extremely powerful.

Yi Tianxing wailed in his heart, and then he heard the faint sound of chanting scriptures in front of the arhats in Mount Sumeru from the depths of the Buddha’s light, and his heart felt confused and sad.

“Buddha”

Chen Shuping opened his mouth and said in fear, blood flowed down his lips, then twisted his buttocks and fled towards the southeast like a cloud of black smoke

“Everyone can become a Buddha, so can I”

The corners of Yi Tianxing’s eyebrows trembled twice, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and the golden stick hit the ground, stirring up countless mud, and he swung the stick behind him, soaring into the air, he charged into the Buddha statue deep in the ten thousand feet of Buddha light go in: