A bright moon is reflected in the grassland waters.

The kind-eyed old monk bowed his head and walked slowly.

The moon is trampled and restored, restored and trampled again, and the cycle continues.

The old monk didn't look at the tragic scene of the ebb and flow of the tide in the distance.

I'm just silently thinking about what is in my heart.

Confucianism is not afraid of life and death with thinking without evil, Taoism is quiet and inaction, and Buddhism does not hesitate to make a bridge with his example, only seeking to cross people by himself.

The three religions and nine streams seem to go their own way, but in fact, they have the same path.

An old monk in a simple robe slowly leaves the ground with a bamboo cane in his hand, stepping on the water, and the ripples of the water ripple in all directions, no longer splashing in all directions, like an immortal walking in the wind.

Mizusawa is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the bright moon, the starry sky, and the monks.

The old monk stepped out, the mountains and rivers were far away, and he came to the front of the herd like a tide, and let out a low roar.

The sound is like thunder, not in a hurry, and it can be heard from miles away.

It is rumored that the abbot of the temple should be empty, and the Zen master has made a great wish, playing the fearless law, the hand knot is fearless and the lion is sealed, and the mouth contains the roar of the lion of Buddhism.

The irascible bison herd froze for a moment, and stopped motionless in front of him.

The old monk bowed his head and silently recited a Buddha name, and the bison instantly became extremely docile.

The old monk walked forward slowly, the tide automatically retreated, and all the bison bowed their heads to the ground.

There was silence above the water, only the chanting of the old monk was as melodious as a camel bell in the Bailongdui desert.

The empty Zen master, who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, walked in front of Dongluo, who was trampled by the bison herd, and his skin and bones had been broken, and his divine sense swept away, and the details were clear at a glance.

The blood of the old monk was not the crimson of ordinary people, but the golden yellow contained in obscure Buddhist scriptures.

The old monk is already the legendary Buddha.

The empty Zen master sat on the surface of the water facing a puddle of muddy winter, with his heads folded together, chanting the Dharma.

It is the general outline of the practice of Buddhist ascetics in the world, "Yijin Sutra".

For a time, the lotus flowers bloomed in the water with the bright starry sky reflected in this side, and the sun was shining.

Thousands of bison are lying in the water with their eyes closed and pondering, or they are looking down at the reflection in the water, their eyes are deep, or they are standing up, their front hooves folded, listening to the Dharma......

Thousands of postures, guarding the old monks in the center.

The dilapidated winter fall seemed to resonate with the "Yijin Sutra", every flesh and blood cell trembled, the original fragmentation, and a piece of dilapidated flesh and blood visibly improved.

Snow-white internal qi pulled and stitched his body like a needle and thread. The golden blood of the Buddha in the vajra vaporized into mist, enveloping the horrific body. As the Buddhist scriptures sounded, little by little they scattered into his limbs and hundreds of remains.

After the old monk finished talking about the "Yijin Sutra", he said the "Diamond Sutra" again, the glow between heaven and earth was more prosperous, and this side of the water was like a Buddha country, King Kong was angry, and the four demons were suppressed. The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and had six paths of compassion.

Winter falls on flesh and blood

The speed of sewing and mending his body is getting faster and faster, the golden mist is getting thinner and thinner, his muscles and bones exude a metallic texture in the mist, and his skin and flesh are full of bronze light, which is already the legendary copper skin and iron bones.

The old monk recited the Buddhist "Great Thunder Heart Sutra" again, and then the soul of the winter fell like fried jelly beans and made a crackling thunder sound, and the dense qi that was originally absorbed in the dragon spring decomposed and disappeared under the thunder, turning into the purest soul energy, nourishing his soul, divine consciousness, and mind.

The chanting stopped, and Dongluo woke up in a daze, and he already knew something about what was happening in the outside world.

Dongluo did not open his eyes for the first time, but first observed the changes in the qi machine, which didn't matter, and he was startled when he saw it.

The body and mind are empty, the body is strong, and the soul is sound, and his physical cultivation has unconsciously reached the peak of the tenth layer of marrow. And his Qi cultivation has also been destroyed to the first floor of the Divine Bridge.

The two were not equal, and he did not feel uncomfortable as usual, and the inner qi and true qi went their own way in his body, and he was at ease.

Dongluo opened his eyes and found himself lying in a water, with the starry sky above his head, and there was silence in all directions.

He didn't rush to sit up, but first raised his arms to look at his body, his arms were like white jade, exuding an alluring luster.

Dongluo muttered in a low voice, "Like a girl." ”

Then he turned his head to look at the empty Zen master beside him, and immediately got up and saluted: "Thank you master for saving your life and reinventing your life." ”

At this time, there was no injury on his body, and the whole person was jumping around.

The empty Zen master recited a Buddha name, "Congratulations to the donor." ”

Dongluo punched the air, a sense of fullness overflowed, and the corner of Dongluo's eyes swept over the deep and cold vajra at the feet of the old monk, looking at the little golden blood stains on it, and his heart was already clear seven or eight points.

The reason why the Buddha is called the Golden Body Buddha is that it comes from a body of golden blood, to the yang to the positive, can make the yin and the underworld retreat, a hundred ghosts to take in, in addition, it is also a human body medicine, can make people white bones and flesh, infinite use.

It is not too much to say that this bowl of golden body and blood is invaluable. After absorbing that bowl of golden body blood, his physical strength had reached the first realm of physical cultivation and cultivating the divine realm. As long as you survive the Innate Thunder Tribulation, you can officially enter the Innate Realm.

The acquired realm is the foundation of human beings, and there are from one to ten layers, and each layer of each realm needs to be perfected before you can enter the realm. But the innate realm is not used, the innate realm is only different from the realm, and there is no distinction between levels.

Dongluo waved his fist again, full of power, he had a feeling that if he faced the previous herd collision or the killer of the Immortal Heaven, he would not have to be so embarrassed, and he thanked the old monk again.

The old monk got up and walked on the water, "The old man didn't do anything, and he didn't need to be thanked again and again by the donor, which in itself is one of the two good karma you deserve." ”

Only then did Dongluo remember that it was the old monk's instructions that he could go to that canyon. Two good karma, one is the physique into the innate one. And what about the other one!

Dongluo raised his head, and there was a feeling of seeing the moon through the clouds, as if there was a layer on the top of his head that he couldn't see

It was gone, and he no longer had that tense sense of oppression.

He knew that it was the karma that had been contaminated in Lingdu, and after he saved the group of herdsmen in the canyon, the account was cleared.

The refreshment and clarity of body and mind when you wake up in the winter come from this.

The old monk held the battle slowly, "the road of physical cultivation is to cross the river by touching the stones, it is difficult and difficult, not to mention the ascetics, it is even more difficult and difficult, the ascetics are more important in the word asceticism and not in the monks, although you are now the peak of the marrow realm, but you only have the qualifications to do it! As for how far you can go in the future, you can eat a few catties and a few taels, it depends on your personal situation." ”

"Now that you're eating is big enough, at least now it's enough for you to eat, and you can't be hungry, even if your little bit of Dharma, Taoism, and Lun Lun Gang are all crammed into it, there is a lot of room for abundance. ”

Dongluo felt a burst of joy in his heart, which means that from now on, his physical cultivation can be free from the restrictions of qi cultivation.

Countless bison on the grassland accompanied them, and the winter fall was breathtaking, looking around. The old monk was unmoved and praised the Dharma.

Dongluo glanced at a bison following him a little provocatively, and hurriedly trotted to the old monk's side, and glanced at the bison again defiantly. It's like saying what to see, I'm closer to you than you, so you can envy it!

The empty Zen master smiled: "Why can't the donor get along with a cow?"

Dongluo hurriedly prevaricated, "I didn't have to get by, I just think this cow is really strong, if it kicks me, my little arms and legs should be able to cry for a long time!"

The empty Zen master didn't care about the truth or falsehood in these words, his pair of discerning eyes could have already distinguished the truth from the false, otherwise he would not have been in the Bailongdui Desert all the way to the ascetic, just because he looked up and saw a cloud of karma that covered the sky, he had the intention of crossing, so he specially changed his route to this extreme northern grassland.

You must know that when it comes to his realm, he usually rarely makes a move, and he will not easily change anything, even if it is the life and death of a group of people. Because if he wants to change, it will not be a person or an event, but the direction of a piece of history.

The empty Zen master originally wanted to take Dongluo all the way to the ascetic and cross him into the Buddha's gate, starting with a small novice, and using the supreme Dharma to help him get rid of the cause and effect of his body, but later he found that the method he practiced was the method of Buddhism, so he had no intention of taking him to do asceticism.

This world is not the world of people, nor the world of demons, but the world of the common people.

He was happy to see all things in the world grow savagely.

If you look closely, you will find that the people in the bowl are the group of herdsmen who should have died under the hooves of the cows but did not die.

The speed of time in the bowl is obviously different from that of the outside world, and the empty Zen master looks down and does not let go of a single detail, until the last person associated with this group of herdsmen dies, this small nomadic tribe on the grassland dies, and there is no one who can change history.

The empty Zen master couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The wheel of history is unstoppable.

Winter falls suddenly

Yan asked: "Master, doesn't Buddhism emphasize the equality of all living beings? I listened to your words before I went to the canyon to stop the herd, although the herdsmen rescued them, but the cattle were killed and injured countless times. Of course, they all died at my hands, but if you think about it, they always die because of you! The same spiritual beings kill cattle to save herdsmen, isn't this contrary to the purpose of equality of all sentient beings in Buddhism?"

The empty Zen master said in a deep voice: "So I'm guilty!"

Dongluo sighed, but he didn't expect that a question he was thinking about casually would get such an unexpected answer. Dongluo hurriedly said: "I don't mean to ask the master to blame, if I say that I am guilty, then my sin is great!"

The empty Zen master shook his head and said: "The Buddha is good at protecting all living beings in the world, he can cut meat to feed the eagle, and he can sacrifice himself to serve the tiger." Although I am not a Buddha, this cow is also one of the many sentient beings, and now in order to save the herdsmen, the cattle have been killed and injured countless times, which is the fault of the old man himself, and has nothing to do with Buddhism. If you are wrong, you will be punished, and if you are wrong, you should admit it. ”

Dongluo regretted a little that he shouldn't have asked this question.

Life and death have their own destiny, the herdsmen meet him, it is fate, and the cattle meet him, it is a catastrophe.

But it was his choice whether it was fate or calamity, and he jumped down the canyon in order to catch the two good karma that the old monk said, and he didn't consider the sin in it. And now he wants to use it to question the old monk, and he feels that his behavior is not human.

The empty Zen master said softly: "Save one person and kill ten thousand people, kill ten thousand people and save one person, merit and sin." The old man couldn't figure it out, so he had to do ascetic all the way. ”

Saving one person is immeasurable, and saving 10,000 people is immeasurable.

Killing one person is a great sin, and killing ten thousand people is a great sin.

Dongluo has some scalp tingling.

It was the third time he had heard it.

The empty Zen master recited, "Nan no Amitabha!"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~