The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

At the full moon, the cries of the desert ghosts in the deserted gods became more and more violent, and there was a feeling of **** on earth.

In a dangerous place, the dark winds are rising, the dark air is rolling, and the void sometimes bulges out a blank and fuzzy face, and sometimes there are hordes of resentful souls lingering, absorbing the yang, and dying out of life.

At this moment, a middle-aged monk who came to this valley where no one has entered for many thousands of years. He wore a yellow monk robe, a red coat, a handsome face, and a description of weight loss. It was the first mystery of the Shaolin Bodhi Temple. His original melancholy temperament has been transformed into a sorrow of grief and compassion.

call!

There is a soul coming, there is a flesh and blood breath, the ghosts in the valley are crazy, the black gas surges like a tide, and the cold makes the ground form a layer of dark ice. Come here from outside, there is no need to **** the soul. It will collapse, because the yang and body temperature are absorbed by the environment!

All ghosts traveled by night, filled with death, compared with them, the mysterious sorrow was as small as a reef in the ocean, but he kept walking forward, his hands were already folded.

"After today, there should be the world, all the hells, and the three evil ways, the sins, and the sentient beings in the hundreds of billions of hordes, and I vowed to save, **** from the hell, the beasts, and the hungry ghosts. Buddha, I then turned into Zhengjue. "

Among the sounds of the Buddha, the monk walking in the valley has become a golden “bodhisattva”. He steps on the black ice and bleeds blood, the glass is not stained, the expression of compassion is solemn, there is no hatred, and no jealousy.

Circles of Buddha light swung open from the mysterious Jizo Bodhisattva's golden body, dissolving the ice layer, purifying the blood, dispersing the overcast wind, and blowing the black mist.

One golden flower after another grows on the cold and muddy ground, not like Lianhe or Borneo, like the flowers on the other side of Huangquan.

With the full chanting of "Nanji Jizo Bodhisattva" echoed. Pure land takes shape and expands outward, covering all those evil spirits and evil spirits inside.

Buddhism is special. Unlike Taoism, which requires legends to self-destruct the cave in the real world, just by proving the golden body, Luohan can develop the pure land belonging to the deity outside of him.

Of course, the pure land before the legendary realm is similar to the strengthening and deepening of the guru field, which is essentially different from the self-developed cave.

The mysterious golden body folded his hands and walked slowly, all around him was pure land. A little bit of golden light is like a Bodhisattva sculpted by a bodhisattva, chanting the holy holy chant.

The sounds of the Buddha's voices burst, and the grievances of those evil spirits and ghosts disappeared quickly. They converged their distorted faces, fell to the center of the pure land in a translucent manner, fell behind the mysterious golden body, and showed peace and tranquility.

The golden body of Jizo Bodhisattva combines part of the body of the report, and this pure land can be regarded as a tiny Buddha country. Mysterious and evil spirits can survive here and practice the Dharma until he passes away, though. If Xuan Bei had already attained the status of the Buddha before his death, or stepped into the realm of legend, Pure Land truly became a Buddha country and turned into another world. It will continue to run until the end.

In just a few breaths of time, the valley was full of lifelessness and coldness, and the tranquility was restored. No more ghosts cry, there is vitality sprouting.

Xuan Bei did not see the joy, but sighed:

"Escaped by that donor again."

After obtaining the possession of the Jizo gold, he followed his wish and came to the buried **** desert to cross the grievances and evil spirits in the most dangerous land. He encountered a ghost of a thousand years ago, with a sense of ancient gods, fierce and abnormal. Repeatedly trying to kill the obsession in the other's heart and resolve the negative emotions, but they are almost the same and can't stop them.

It can be seen that this is a horrible ghost that has reopened his wisdom!

Xuan Bei chanted the Buddha's horn, collected the pure land in his body, and a golden lotus grew under his feet. He supported him to fly to the sky, and walked towards the other end of the desert of the buried god.

Along the way, he kept chanting the Buddhist scriptures, so that the evil spirits and evil spirits who had just gone too far would not be obsessed with obsession.

As he flew over an oasis, his figure suddenly stopped, and a little doubt appeared in his eyes.

"There is an obsessive sorrow, but without fierceness and sorrow." Xuan Bei whispered.

If you do n’t cultivate the gold body of Jizo, you are very sensitive here, maybe you wo n’t notice it.

Xuan Guang descended, Xuan Bei followed the induction, and landed in an older yard, just before the moon, and knocked on the door.

Alas, alas, in the rhythmic but not disturbing voice, the porter was dimly sleepy, opened the small door, and asked in wonder: "This master, is there anything important to come in the middle of the night?"

"Is your house haunted this time?" Xuan Bei asked bluntly.

The concierge shouted, "I haven't heard about haunted things, but my master has recently been hiring famous monks and chiefs. Unfortunately, he is always dissatisfied."

Xuan Bei said for a moment: "Old Lao happens to be good at transcending ghosts, and asks the donor to confess to your master."

The concierge took a deep look at him, suspecting that the monk who heard the master's great reward for knocking on a sum was good at exceeding ghosts? Every monk says so!

After thinking about it, I felt that the old man really valued the matter, and he closed the door again, and stepped forward to report it.

After a short while, Tian Wanzhe greeted the door in a robe.

"My father kept dreaming about me every night, and he was in a state of tragic death. He also hoped that the master would be compassionate and help me resolve it." Tian Wanzhe said frankly.

The corners of his mouth were soaked and his eyes were deep. During this time, the monk asked and failed to rescue the old man. The universal knowledge of the world was ridiculed. As time passed, he became more and more anxious. Come to the door, really dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Dream? The situation after death?" Xuan Bei took a deep look at Tian Wanzhe, and with his magical powers, how could he not feel that the other party was lying, and said quietly, "You need to find something that the old donor is entrusted with. Resolving with the Dharma, and observing it with the old man, it is the universal symbol of the world between the donor's waist. "

With a bang, Tian Wanzhe took a few steps back, almost tripping over the threshold, and his eyes were shocked.

This master is so powerful that he can see at a glance that the universal realm is related to the "dedication" of the master!

After thinking about it, he hesitated for a long time. As soon as he bit his teeth, he invited Xuan Bei to the study, and then he took out the universal symbol, and said sadly: "Master, save my father, **** is terrible, all torture, As a child, how can you suffer this? "

Xuan Bei took the universal sign of Wanjie, with black and white brilliance in his hands, and stroked it gently, but only felt the convergence of Yin-mindedness, and there was no other abnormality.

"Door, you have to tell the old man about this, otherwise the old man can't do anything." He said sincerely.

Tian Wanzhe no longer hesitated. He told the matter that he could connect the land government after he bound the souls of the Universal Realm with the soul, and talked with the deceased. At last he looked at Xuan Bei and said, "Is there a way for the master?"

Yincao Difu? Mysterious whispering in my heart, surprised that this thing that has disappeared for more than 100,000 to 200,000 years has reappeared. It is no longer just the story of the Buddhist scriptures and the storybook, but the universal realm symbol can bind the soul and penetrate the land. It also surprised him. Theoretically, there must be isolation in Yincao Difu. I do n’t know if the secret founder has insufficient strength to cover up the causes, or there is another reason. Well, his apprentice seems to have the bone of Huang Quan ...

After groaning for a while, Xuan said sadly: "The old lady must talk to the old donor in person to determine the solution."

"Master, wait for a while, wait for your father to take the initiative to contact, otherwise it will be easy for the local government ghost to find out." Tian Wanzhe worried.

Mysterious nodded, no longer talking, and whispered the "Tisangdu Soul Scripture", the sound of Zen sounds, so that Tian Wanzhe's anxiety and anxiety quickly resolved.

I don't know how long it has been before, and the sky is brightly lit. Suddenly, the Boundary Symbol of All Realms emits a buzzing vibration, emitting a radiant brilliance, which draws a gust of wind.

Tian Wanzhe hurriedly connected, briefed the father on the matter, and handed it to Xuan Bei at the end: "The master is short."

Xuan Beiyu said, "The old donor doesn't need to be in a hurry, and he doesn't need to talk. He can meditate on Lao Xun's lawful title Xuan Bei seven or seventy-nine times."

He can use this to run his mind and feel the scene of the land through Father Tian.

"Xuan Bei? The Yuan Emperor's Buddhist monk Xuan Bei?" Tian Wanzhe next to him apparently froze, a little skeptical of the same name.

After a while, Mr. Tian finished silently, Xuan Bei closed his eyes, and the body swayed the golden light like water.

Gradually, his face became heavy, his compassion was even greater, and compassion was irresistible. The miserable scene in Yincaodifu deeply stimulated his soul.

After such death, I must suffer such tragic and painful things!

At this moment, he really understood the mood of the Bodhisattva when he made a big wish, and he had a sense of sacredness, and he had more responsibilities to be confused.

I should build a pure land, to dispel the grievances after the death of living beings, so that they no longer suffer.

Hell is not empty, and you ca n’t swear by Buddha.

After closing the call, Xuan Bei opened his eyes and said softly: "Tian Shizhu rest assured, the old man has a solution, go and ask for a helper first, and then return later."

On its own, it seems that it is impossible to save people from this horrible Yin Cao Difu, and the universal symbol can connect hell, and it would not be wrong to go to Yuxu Palace to ask for help.

Thinking of this, he was suddenly agitated. As a master and elder, he turned to his disciples for help, which was a bit embarrassing.

But if it can save the suffering soul, what a little embarrassment?

With Lu Guang together, he returned to the east, and it was not until the Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace that he pressed the cloud head.

"The old lady wanted to see your teacher to teach." Xuan Bei came to the gatehouse and said to Da Qinggen inside.

Da Qinggen ran out, with a charming smile:

"Why is the master so kind, just that my master teaches the master to go out and is not in the door now." (To be continued.) 2k novel reading network