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Twelve Falling Blossoms (Part 2)

On Yuegui Peak, Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva had a gentle face, and explained softly: “Maybe the Buddha was wrong, and you can’t practice like that, so I made a great wish to prevent the enlightenment of the Buddha from spreading to the human world. Brother, I will learn from you.”

Knowing that this Bodhisattva is the deepest and most terrifying “killer” of the Buddhist sect, but when he said these words, he was full of compassion, and even the golden light of wisdom behind him It also became shallower, rippling behind the Bodhisattva statue like a soft and harmless clear water wave, it’s hard to believe.

But when I think of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, on the snowfield, he hurt Puxian Bodhisattva so miserably, killed Manjusri so pitifully, killing the Arhats on Mount Sumeru was not counted, and secretly lured the blood monk in Meiling to cultivate Lianfo saw the Buddha’s door, and was going to drive all the arhats in Mount Sumeru to be exterminated, and they would never be saved. This kind of cruelty, combined with the soft and compassionate light on his face at this time, seemed particularly frightening.

“Fool, fool.” Ye Xiangseng looked at Da Shizhi with pity on his face, “Even if the Buddha is wrong, but what he realizes, can it really cause a devastating blow to the secular beliefs? How many people are in the realm?”

He continued with a sad face: “Could it be that you are willing to bear the crimes of the past five hundred years just because of such an unnecessary incident?”

The blue pupils of Great Strength Bodhisattva gradually moistened, and he replied softly: “Brother Pu Xian is also stupid?”

Ye Xiangseng shook his head and smiled: “How many people can I influence with Puxian? Besides, if you believe in my wisdom, how can you judge my choice? Amitabha is so afraid of our brothers and sisters?”

Great Strength Bodhisattva let out a breath, and the white mist scattered in front of him like a lotus flower, which was extremely pure: “Some things, if you can’t say it, you can’t say it.”

“Come on, you kill me, of course you have your reasons, and Puxian doesn’t want to be killed by you, and he also has his reasons. In these dozens of lives, I let you kill me, so naturally I have my reasons.” Ye Xiangseng calmed down, Conquering the chill on his face, he said softly: “Everyone has their own reasons, which cannot be forced.”

Great Strength Bodhisattva said dumbly: “Now the situation in the sky is very difficult and complicated. Brother, I will wait hundreds of years before returning.”

The meaning of this sentence is clear, let’s talk about it after you die for dozens of lives.

Ye Xiangseng glanced at him, with a smile that was not a smile: “Manjusri in this life doesn’t want to be killed by you, because the child in this life has been born, and Mount Sumeru is about to be re-established, so Manjusri doesn’t want to continue to fall into that ignorance.”

The appearance of a white-clothed boy is a major event in the Buddha’s land.

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva’s expression remained motionless, and he said, “Young boy is wrong with the teacher in this life, and his surname is cruel. Besides, Maitreya came to the world, so you and I can see it in this life, we should see it.”

Ye Xiangseng looked at the top of his head and said with a slight smile: “It’s natural to be ruthless. It’s rare for an apprentice taught by that monkey to be so gentle. It’s just that the vase on your head is broken and your clothes are rotten.” , I am afraid that he has suffered a lot under his hands.”The vase on the head of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva was missing a big mouth at this time, and there were traces of fire and smoke on it. It was a treasure of Buddhism, but it turned into something in the hands of a trash man.

Needless to say, this must be a good thing for the trash picker.

Ye Xiangseng asked indifferently: “I just don’t understand why Amitabha and you must hunt down and kill the boy.”

He was worried about Yi Tianxing’s life and death in the heavens, so he did not hesitate to show his real body, held a Dharma meeting on Wutai Mountain, and induced the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva to come down to kill himself. As I vaguely guessed, embarking on a journey of no return, it is impossible for the boy in white to find the Buddha again.

That being the case, why did the Western Pure Land cull and kill the Mount Sumeru people everywhere, and refused to let Yi Tianxing kill the Mount Sumeru people? It may also be because of that shit-like reason, killing Yi Tianxing for nothing It is really unreasonable for such a terrifying enemy like the old monkey to turn against the Bodhisattva who is the largest in the Pure Land.

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva suddenly showed a chill on his face, and said, “If the boy is still just a boy in this life, you and I should protect him carefully and help him to improve his Dharma. However, some people have other ideas, I’m afraid she wants to bring the Dharma-ending era ahead of schedule.”

Ye Xiangseng was startled.

The Buddhist scriptures once said that a few years after the Buddha passed away, the three thousand great thousand worlds entered the Dharma-ending Age. At that time, the scriptures and meanings were completely destroyed, the temples were completely burned, the turbid air flowed across the world, and there was great chaos. There was a lot of noise, and then Maitreya in white clothes descended to the world in Tusita Heaven, and then rescued sentient beings.

Ye Xiangseng frowned: “There are still more than five billion years, the general trend is here, you are worried earlier.”

Great Strength Bodhisattva said expressionlessly: “If Maitreya really came to the world, naturally there is no need to worry. I only worry about the corresponding Dharma-ending era. If someone forcibly advances this era to help Maitreya come to the world, brother, you can feel at ease.”

The Dharma-ending era is indeed a fatal blow to Buddhism in this life.

“The Dharma-ending Era” Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly: “I went to Wutai for half a day, only to find that Buddhism has long since declined. If the Buddha has really left, even if the Dharma-ending Era is coming, so what?”

“However, you and my Buddhist sect disciples, how can you bear to see the end of the Dharma Age coming?” Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva replied: “In this world, there are people who call Buddha on Meiling Mountain, people who call Buddha on the snowfield, and people who call Buddha on the small oriental island. Among them, there are more Buddha names.” There was a trace of clearness in his eyes, and he said leisurely: “All the Buddhas are fake, and today’s Maitreya is also fake.”

Ye Xiangseng thought for a while and said, “This must be Amitabha’s idea.”

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva said in unison, “Exactly.”

Ye Xiangseng shook his head and said, “No wonder, for the past five hundred years, Amitabha Buddha has ordered you to preach in the lower realms, spread blessings in the middle land, explain the law of the Pure Land, and persuade lay people to praise Amitabha Buddha instead of talking about other Buddhas.”

After a while, he said sincerely: “Let the boy go, according to his heart, he will never become a tool for others.”

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva did not move his jaws, and the light behind him shone slightly: “The boy has entered the underworld now, and Amitabha Buddha has gone there. Every living being may subconsciously become a tool for others or yourself.”

Seeing his persistence, Ye Xiangseng couldn’t help but smiled wryly and said, “It seems that Amitabha Buddha really thinks that he is the future Buddha.” For five hundred years, the Pure Land sect has flourished in China. Future Buddha, although this set of dharma words is not widely spread, it also faintly reveals the ambition of Amitabha Buddha.

Great Strength Bodhisattva showed a golden anger on his face, and he shouted: “The Buddha caused chaos in the six realms, who would know what disasters the boy he personally enlightened would bring to the three thousand great thousand worlds after he became a Buddha? It is to make the world stable, which is the supreme merit.”

Ye Xiangseng shook his head and said, “I said that Puxian was too persistent. It turns out that there are other people who are persistent.”

Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva bears the notoriety of a killer for five hundred years, and has done countless ugly things that both people and gods hate, all because of the slightest attachment in his heart. He thinks that everything Amitabha has done is right. Shrouded the peak, suddenly fell silent, and finally said: “My good teacher learned that Amitabha Buddha has no desire to fight for power in the world.”

Ye Xiangseng said: “Naturally.” He also sincerely asked: “Why?”

“The Buddha said: Don’t say it.” Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva said the most vulgar answer coldly.

“Even if it’s me, you can’t say it, even if it’s me who is about to die,” Ye Xiangseng asked with a smile.

“Since senior brother is going to be up and down in the world for dozens of lives, what’s the point of saying it or not?” Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva did not hesitate at all. Obviously this secret is very important. Before he died, he revealed the slightest word of mouth.

Ye Xiangseng suddenly asked: “The great situation is coming, how is Amitabha?”

“it is good.”

“Hello, Guanyin Master”

“it is good.”

“The Medicine Buddha is good”

“it is good.”

“Moonlight Bodhisattva is good”

“it is good.”

After asking dozens of names in a row, Ye Xiangseng gave a very consoling smile and said, “If everyone is well, then that’s fine.”

He suddenly asked again: “How is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?”

Ksitigarbha is the Bodhisattva with the first power of vows among the seven Bodhisattvas.The earth is as deep and secret as a secret treasury, hence the name Dizang. This great Bodhisattva, after the death of Sakyamuni Buddha and before the arrival of the Dharma-ending era, when Maitreya Buddha had not come to the world, it was he who bravely Taking up the important task of saving sentient beings, he once made a big vow: “Hell is not empty, and I vow not to become a Buddha.”

Ye Xiangseng is the number one Wisdom Bodhisattva, and at this moment he suddenly asked Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva how he was, so naturally he had other deep meanings.

Sure enough, the Great Strength Bodhisattva raised his eyebrows slightly, like a black sword, causing the blue eyes to emit a chill. He stared at Ye Xiang for a moment, and said quietly: “Brother finally guessed a little bit.”

Seeing his reaction, Ye Xiangseng knew that he had guessed right. He couldn’t help feeling sad, and said: “Five hundred years ago, when I was looking for the Buddha in the lower realm, I noticed that there was something wrong with the passage between the realms. I didn’t expect it. Sure enough.”

Great Strength Bodhisattva took a step back, stood under the lotus seat, and said coldly: “The situation has been accomplished, there is no need to sigh, just solve it.”

Ye Xiangseng held the ceremony together, expressing his agreement that there was no possibility of a peaceful settlement between the two sides, and said with a smile: “I want to see if the mess left by the Buddha can be cured with your blockage method. I want to see if the boy can solve it. Whether I can become a Buddha, I want to see whether the six paths of reincarnation can be opened, and see whether you are right or I am right. I want to teach Amitabha to know that if he wants to become a future Buddha, he still has to look at us, Mount Sumeru The remnants of the crime will not be acknowledged.”

The words are gentle, but the word “remaining evil” is unexpected, but there is a sense of resentment. In the end, the Bodhisattva still cannot get rid of his attachments. The same is true for Monk Ye Xiang.

After finishing speaking, the statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva reappeared behind him, and in the clear light, the sword slashed like the wind, towards Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva’s cheek.

Great Strength Bodhisattva’s right hand is empty. The green lotus bud has long been wiped out in the previous supernatural power competition. , it seems that there is no magic weapon at hand.

But he has hands.

A pair of hands that are as white as jade, clean and dust-free. Five hundred years ago, relying on these resolute hands, with great perseverance, he attacked the persistent Puxian Bodhisattva on the snowy field and injured Puxian Bodhisattva. Miserable.

At this time, these hands passed through the light of wisdom, lightly grasped Ye Xiangseng’s sword, slid down, stretched upwards, and gently stroked the top of Ye Xiangseng’s head.

Ye Xiangseng couldn’t avoid this broken space at all, piercing through the clouds and fog, like a pair of hands stretched out from another world

After the top of his head was pressed, it was like being struck by lightning. The realm of the innocent Manjusri had been broken by the green branches before. The child boy Manjusri reached the soft state, but he could not dissolve the tenderness in the palm of the Bodhisattva. He couldn’t help but the supreme divine channel violently penetrated into the top of his head the dead silence with the smell of rust.

Ye Xiangseng’s eyes began to bleed, his body shook violently, and a pair of clear eyes protruded uglyly, tearing the skin around the eye sockets.

Blood began to bleed from his ear, trickling down his round earlobe and dripping onto his shoulder.

He seemed unable to move, and his face was distorted, but he could still faintly see that smile, a compassionate smile.

The nose also began to bleed, and then the chest and abdomen were twisted by a force, the internal organs were shattered, the lips could no longer be closed tightly, and the corners of the lips were bleeding.

Five spots of blood oozed from his face, becoming more and more urgent, more and more red, more and more colorful, the Bodhisattva’s blood was like flowing ruby, dripping, and wet the skin on his chest.

If the bodhisattva’s breasts are covered with blood, the breastless chest is like a clean white cloth, where the blood drips and spreads out horribly, as if tattooed with a large flower that is extremely gorgeous and in full bloom.

The flowers gradually fall, which is called falling flowers.

Ye Xiangseng trembled violently all over his body, enduring the power of the law that could move the world, then slowly stretched out his right hand, lightly touched the blood on his chest, and stretched it out in front of him.

The ordinary middle finger, with a little red tip, gently pokes at the waist of the statue of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.

To be continued: