Yang Zhuochao said: I believe that with the power of Western Buddhist monks and arhats, they can indeed block the division of troops sent by the demon king Yeqing to the "dark hell". But judging from the current situation, the main direction of attack of that Yeqing should still be this "Eternal Night Underworld"!

After a pause, Yang Zhuochao continued: But then again, these monks are really not easy! Cultivating Buddhism, practicing meditation, saving others and saving oneself requires great motivation and forbearance before achieving positive results, which is really rare!

Xie Bi'an also sighed: "Yes, as far as I know, the two monks also went through countless calamities before they became Buddhas! But the final outcome of two of them was not the same.....

Yang Zhuochao asked curiously: Lord Impermanence, tell me, why is the ending different?

Xie Bi'an Dao: One of these stories took place in the late Liang period of Huanyu Huaxia. At that time, the world was in turmoil, wolf smoke was everywhere, and the lives were devastated, on this day, on the ancient road in the suburbs, there was an old monk walking alone, he looked at the white bones on both sides of the road, and couldn't help sighing, mourning how difficult it was to live.

The old monk is named Wuchen, since he was a child in the Lei Yan Temple to practice, the hour is quite wise, won the old Zen master in the temple, accepted it as a disciple, and awarded the Buddha truth.

When he was seven years old, the master asked him, it is necessary to practice Zen to practice Buddhism, there are five kinds of Zen, divided into foreign Zen, ordinary Zen, Hinayana Zen, Mahayana Zen, and the highest Zen, which one do you want to practice?

Wuchen's words made the old Zen master stunned, "I want to practice closed-mouth meditation." ”

The old Zen master brushed his sleeves and said angrily: "Those who cultivate Buddhism are the most taboo to say nonsense, that closed-mouth Zen is the most difficult to cultivate outside of the five meditations, and it takes great concentration to cultivate, how can you practice as a yellow-mouthed child." ”

"As a teacher, I will ask you again, what kind of Zen do you want to practice?" "Oh, why?" the old Zen master asked, looking at Wuchen.

Wuchen said: "Those who cultivate Buddha must have the five aggregates empty, let go of everything, in order to become a Buddha, if you don't say anything, don't look for it, don't have anything else in your heart, there will be no waves in your heart, and there will be no seven emotions and six desires, five aggregates and six dusts, and you can become a Buddha if you cultivate Buddha with one heart." ”

After hearing this, the old Zen master was surprised that this words came out of the mouth of a yellow-mouthed child, and the heart was dustless and really a person with a Buddha fate, and he couldn't help but have a little more love for him, and his gloom dissipated, and he turned his anger into joy, and said: "That's it, it's up to you." ”

Wuchen folded his hands on the old Zen master, bowed his head and exited the door, and never said a word since then, every day in the room with the ancient Buddha of the green light, practicing Buddhism, not asking about the world, the rabbit walks and the eagle flies, the years are like a shuttle, sixty years have passed, and Wuchen has also changed from a yellow-mouthed child to a twilight old monk!

Although his Dharma is profound, he has never been able to attain the Buddhahood and comprehend the true meaning of Bodhi, and he is in great distress.

And the old Zen master is more than 130 years old, the wind and candle are in his last years, and people are dying, he called Wuchen to his side and said: "You have been practicing closed-mouth meditation for 60 years, can you gain something?"

Wuchen shook his head, his face ashamed.

"Then it's better to go to the world and experience it, or maybe make some gains. The old Zen master said: "Closed-mouth meditation is extremely difficult to practice, all in one understanding of the word, the enlightenment is broken, then you will ascend to bliss, the enlightenment is not broken, you will die and turn into mud, you are gifted and intelligent, quite a wisdom root, in time, you will be able to become a Buddha." ”

Wuchen nodded, knelt down and bowed to the old Zen master three times, to thank the teacher, three days later, the old Zen master passed away, Wuchen went down the mountain to travel, in order to understand.

However, after going down the mountain for three years, I have seen the suffering of the world, the difficulties of all sentient beings, and I have helped many people, and planted a lot of good fruits, but I have never understood it, and I can't understand the true meaning of Buddhism, but I gradually have waves in my heart, and I feel pity for the common people, and I have hatred for the unkindness of heaven!

If we continue like this, I am afraid that not only will we not attain Bodhi, but we will fall into the devil's path because of the hatred in our hearts, and our lifelong practice will be ruined.

Wuchen looked at the white bones on the side of the road and sighed, continued to walk, walked for about half an hour, suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and looked back, it was a group of bandits, all of them seemed to be fierce and vicious, holding swords and swept past Wuchen's side, riding forward, almost knocking Wuchen down.

And ahead, is a village, dustless heart is not good, this gang of bandits menacing, afraid that it will be unfavorable to the village, hurried forward, and came to the front of the village out of breath, but it was too late, only to hear the village from the miserable screams, in an instant, the whole village was slaughtered, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed like a river, like purgatory on earth.

In the troubled times, people are like ants, life is like grass mustard, Wuchen shook his head, sighed, he sat down cross-legged in the sea of corpses and blood, folded his hands, and silently recited the mantra in his heart, and reincarnated the soul of the dead!

At this time, I suddenly heard a girl crying in front of me, and looked intently, only to see a six or seven-year-old girl running while crying heartbreakingly, staggering and staggering, and suddenly falling to the ground, and behind her there were three thieves chasing and intimidating with knives, taking pleasure in this, and seeing that the little girl was so frightened that she lost her soul, fell to the ground, and laughed.

Wuchen stepped forward, helped the little girl up, and then blocked in front of the little girl, in his heart, suddenly gave birth to hatred, hating the three people in front of him empty human form, but no humanity, no different from the devil, aware of his heart waves, Wuchen was busy reciting the Buddha name silently, calming his heart.

"Old bald donkey, you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard's guts, dare to play tricks in front of the uncle, get out. A thief raised his eyebrows and said.

Wuchen was motionless, still standing in front of the little girl, and the little girl clung to the corner of Wuchen's clothes.

"Hey, I think you want to go to the West Heaven! Uncle, I have killed countless people on weekdays, so I will do a good deed today and give you a ride. With that, the thief swung his knife and slashed at Wuchen, but Wuchen still didn't move, and his brows didn't wrinkle.

The knife was blocked by another bandit, "Second brother, the monks and Taoists, Xuanzhi and Xuan, it's best not to provoke them, the boss let us hurry up and hand over the looted money, let's leave quickly." ”

"Big brother, what's the hurry, our brother hasn't played enough!"

"Second brother, do you know, the rebels are about to attack Thunder City, and now they are stationed twenty miles south of the city, and the leader wants to defect to the rebels and give the money they have looted this time as a big gift, and it will be too late for us to hand it over. ”

Wuchen listened, and was shocked in his heart, the righteous army was brutal, every time they captured a city, they would burn and loot in the city, and they did all kinds of evil, it seemed that Lei Cheng was also going to suffer from this catastrophe.

"Old bald donkey, count yourself lucky, spare you today, let me see it next time, and I will send you to the west. The thief said no words and rode away.

When the little girl saw the bandits leaving, she was shocked, but she seemed to remember something, and immediately cried with pear blossoms, "Abba is dead, and Grandma is also dead, and she was killed by the bad guys." ”

Wuchen sighed, touched the little girl's head, and said in his heart that if he was a boy, he could still be accepted as an apprentice, but it was a girl, staying by his side, there were many inconveniences, I was afraid that it would be criticized, and there was a refutation of Buddhism's teachings, but regardless of it, in this troubled world, how could she survive, how should this be good!

Wuchen was in a dilemma, followed the little girl to the house, but the little girl's father still had a breath of air, and told him that he had a relative living in Linxian County, and Wuchen set out to send her to her relatives.

After settling the little girl, Wuchen rushed towards Thunder City non-stop, although he knew that there was hell ahead, he also wanted to go, and it was also a merit to save a person.

After walking for about half a day, it was close to the thunder city, and the roadside was full of people who were slaughtered by the righteous army, so that Wuchen was full of compassion, and couldn't help but have hatred in his heart, and he was busy reciting the Buddha's name silently to calm his heart!

At this time, I suddenly heard a woman crying in the forest next to me, and I came to see two soldiers with red scarves on their heads, who were trying to plot against a young woman, and there were two big characters written on the red scarf ~ "Taiping", which was the soldier of the righteous army.

Wuchen stepped forward, folded his hands, bowed his head slightly, and blocked the front of the two soldiers.

"Where did the old bald donkey come from, dare to spoil Lao Tzu's good deeds, I really don't know whether to live or die. A soldier scolded angrily.

The other soldier Ding was very angry, and without saying a word, he directly slashed at Wuchen with a knife, Wuchen couldn't dodge, and was directly cut off an arm, and immediately the blood flowed like an infusion, and the pain was unbearable, but he endured the pain, still blocked in front of the two, and did not flinch.

"This monk is stupid in chanting scriptures!" The soldier kicked Wuchen to the ground, laughing and throwing himself at the woman, and the woman's screams of struggle reached Wuchen's ears.

The hatred suddenly rose, the murderous intent emerged, Wuchen opened his mouth, but after all, he didn't make a sound, and in a thought, he almost broke the closed-mouth meditation that he had practiced for sixty years, and almost broke his heart of cultivating Buddha.

"Let's hurry up, we have to attack the city when we are done, take Thunder City, there are so many beauties in the city and we are not at our mercy. ”

When Wuchen heard these two vulgar words, he lost too much blood and passed out.

When he woke up again, the two soldiers had already left, and the wound on his severed arm was bandaged with cloth, and the woman's clothes were disheveled, and a piece of her clothes was missing, and there were tears on her face.

He looked at Wuchen, the despair in his eyes made Wuchen ashamed, and then he slammed straight into the tree, and with a bang, blood splattered, and he died on the spot.

"Why...... It's going to be ......!" Wuchen's body shook, and he almost fell to the ground, "What I did was right or wrong? I wholeheartedly sought Buddha, was it right or wrong? I have been practicing closed-mouth meditation for 60 years, but I can't save a woman in order to keep the precepts, so is it right or wrong to practice this closed-mouth meditation?"

Confused, he stumbled and walked forward, and the shouts in front of him shook the sky, but the rebels were attacking the city, and the city gate had been broken. Wuchen saw the rebels burning and looting in the city, saw the mountains of corpses and blood in the city, saw a little girl crying on top of her dead mother, and saw a woman being humiliated, her cry pierced into Wuchen's ears, and suddenly, the illusion broke.

It turned out that what he saw was only an illusion, the rebels were still attacking the city, the city gate was shaking, and it was in danger.

If you become a Buddha, you must not kill, let people and demons wreak havoc, if you become a Buddha, you must be hollowed out, sit and watch the suffering of the world, if you become a Buddha, you must let go and abandon all sentient beings, then this Buddha is not cultivated.

A gust of wind, blowing the dustless clothes, he sat down cross-legged, and slowly spit out a word ~ "broken".

Sixty years of closed-mouth meditation, once the vows are broken, the sky is dark, the mountains collapse and the ground cracks, where the righteous army is, there are countless criss-crossing abysses, bottomless, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves is heard below, as if they want to connect with hell.

After a miserable scream, none of the rebels were spared, and they all fell into the abyss.

Saved the people of this city, even if he went to hell, he had no regrets, Wuchen said the Buddha's name, but he saw that his feet were full of lotus flowers, his body was full of wisdom, and he rose into the air, and he became a Buddha.

At this time, I knew that the sound of "breaking" was not only my own closed Zen, but also my own heart to seek Buddha, and the Buddhist saying to let go is not to let go of sentient beings, but to let go of oneself, and let go of one's own persistent heart of seeking Buddha.

If you want to become a Buddha, you must have a Buddha heart, and the Buddha heart is a compassionate heart, and you can let go of all sentient beings as a monk, and if you can't let go, you can become a Buddha!