The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

the heavens,

cloud sky,

The blue sky was covered with a thick layer of yin, and the original splendid grandeur disappeared in an instant.

There was a thunderous noise in the distance,

Then came the endless thunder and lightning,

Two huge terrifying figures stepped out of the darkness, and behind them eighty-eight ferocious Yin Sis appeared on their shoulders.

The ghosts in the sky are crying and howling,

Completely shattered the tranquility of the heavens,

When Luan Jia stood at the top of the sky,

The curtain is fully lifted,

I saw one hand tinting the mountains in front of me,

At this point,

all things disappear,

"If the Buddha and demons are destroyed, why should His Majesty take action, we will listen to your dispatch at any time."

The green and red ghosts knelt in front of Luan Jia and said respectfully,

Luan is driving,

Shen Lian waved his hand,

After a long period of baptism, the heavens have been forged by the Buddhas into a firm-willed and wide-ranging existence.

The underworld led tens of millions to come, but the deployment of the leap was also disrupted,

Do it yourself,

The louder the noise, the more the attention of the gods and Buddhas will be attracted.

Hit the snake and hit seven inches, catch the thief first and catch the king!

Looking at the realm of the heavens, there is only one person who can compete with him. If he can be attracted, then this epic battle of catastrophe can end early.

The gods of the underworld are scattered all over the heavens,

The Taoists of the world, the Seven Kings of Xiandao have nowhere to trace,

If there is a sign of falling between them, it will be a loss for him.

"This is the first few existences I have destroyed."

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is already the ninth place."

"Keep going."

"As ordered!"

Luan drove off and continued on the road,

There are thousands of dharma gates in the heavens, if a mountain can represent one of the dharma gates, then Shen Lian must at least find a thousand places to go.

And elsewhere in the heavens,

As the weakest combat power in this crusade, the Daoists in the world were baptized by the heavens at almost the same time.

rustling...  

The starry sky in the distance keeps flickering,

The monk's footsteps were heavy, and the monk Beihong looked up at the position of the pole star and continued on his way.

This bamboo forest seems to have no end.

No matter how you go, you can't get out.

No matter how you look at the surrounding scene, it seems so familiar,

I seem to be trapped in a jar, and I will return to the same place when I walk around.

Wind blows,

There was a rustling sound in the bamboo forest,

Monk Beihong took a deep breath,

The originally calm eyes suddenly became surprised,

in the air,

At last there is a breath of man,

just not far from you,

Beihong stepped forward, even if he didn't know where the front was, but as long as he could see the traces of people, he would be able to figure out his position.

"Life in the world is like being among thorns, if the heart does not move, people do not move rashly, and if they do not move, they will not hurt; if the heart is moved, people move rashly, hurting their body and hurting their bones, so they experience all kinds of pain in the world..."

The familiar Buddha sound gradually came,

Followed by the sound of tapping the bath,

Through the end of the bamboo forest,

Beihong actually found an ancient temple here.

"Amitabha, the Buddhist Pure Land also invites the donor to release the sword to enter."

The little novice standing at the door seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the monk Beihong.

When he reached the gate of the ancient temple, he took action to stop him.

"Amitabha, little master, this sword has an irreversible fate with me. Since the poor monk left the temple, he never gave up."

"The forbidden sword of Buddhism, please forgive me."

Sadness and epiphany,

He almost forgot that this is the realm of the heavens, even if it is controlled by the Buddha and the devil,

But the Buddhist precepts are still the existence that has never been abandoned,

Seeing the little novice so persistent,

The monk Beihong did not continue to persevere, and gently took down the Zhanye Du'er behind him and handed it into the other's hands.

If there is danger in the temple,

With his connection with Zhanye Du'e, Jian can also sense his own safety.

"Master, please come in."

The gate of the ancient temple opened automatically, and a scene of ancient monks appeared in front of Beihong.

Beihong was shocked,

From the outside, the ancient temple is just a small temple.

And opened the door,

There's nothing like a cave in there,

Hundreds of monks are busy inside,

Bursts of burning incense burst out from the Buddhist temple. Seeing this quietness, I couldn't help but recall the old temple.

If you rebel against heaven and ghosts,

I'm afraid that today's self will still stay there, chanting scriptures and burning incense every day, being an ordinary monk,

There will be no chance to meet the Son of Heaven,

Nor will it achieve the present road,

"Amitabha, the master came from a long way, if you are tired, the old monk has a meditation room to rest."

inside the hospital,

An old host came to Beihong,

Be humble and courteous,

The eyes are like clear springs, penetrating to the end.

"The old abbot is right. The poor monk Beihong came from the human world. Unfortunately, he was lost in the heavens and couldn't find his way.

"Since the comers are predestined, the master does not need to be too modest. The vastness of the heavens is comparable to that of ordinary people. The old monk has practiced here for 1300 years, and he has never walked out of this forest of fascination."

Thirteen hundred years! ! !

The monk Beihong was shocked,

He only felt that the abbot in front of him was only in his 60s or 70s, but after thinking about it, he felt that his vision was too narrow.

The heavens are not the human world,

How can we compare the lifespan of mortals,

"Amitabha."

Monk Beihong folded his palms together and made a Buddha ceremony.

The old host smiled lightly and continued,

"Master is at peace when he comes, why don't you go to the main hall with me to burn incense and recite for the Buddha."

"There is Abbot Lao to lead the way."

The old host nodded slightly, and immediately led a group of monks to lead the way for monk Beihong.

In the small ancient temple, the monk Beihong actually walked with the old host for half an hour. Along the way, it can be regarded as a taste of many scenery in the ancient temple.

It also evoked endless memories of Beihong.

After arriving at the main hall of the ancient temple,

A giant masked Buddha stands in front of him, with murals of Buddha scenes on the left and right, looking solemn and solemn.

"Dare to ask the abbot, what is the name of this Buddha, the poor monk has never heard of such existence in the Buddha world."

"This Buddha has no name."

"Since it is a Buddha, why is there no name?"

"Buddha is in belief, in thought, must he be famous?"

Facing the old host's rhetorical question, the monk Beihong didn't know how to answer.

There is no such explanation in the Buddhist doctrines instilled since childhood. Sure enough, the Buddhist doctrines of the heavens are far from the Buddhist doctrines of the human world.

If I didn't want to accompany the Son of Heaven to eradicate the Buddhas and demons in the heavens, I'm afraid that I would never have the opportunity to understand the real Buddha.

"Master, your faith has been shaken."

The old host seemed to see the turbulence in Beihong's heart, and then he continued,

"Regardless of the world, the mind of a Buddhist practitioner is like still water, firm as a rock, unshakable."

"The thousand faces of the Buddha are to honor the hundreds of scenes in the world. Good has good aspects, and evil has evil aspects. The master is also an eminent monk. Why is he obsessed with exaggeration and cannot follow his heart?

"Old abbot, the poor monk's heart only hopes that the world will be peaceful, and there will be no more sins of killing."

"Since there is no murder and sin, why is it called the human world? Your mouth is like the water of the Yellow River flowing incessantly. Good and evil are not only based on a single thought.

"Ascension to Buddhahood also requires a piece of pure land!"

"Under the heavens and the world, why was it ever impure?"