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Locking them, trapping themselves, not letting them out, and not letting themselves in, afraid that they will come out, and even more afraid of entering by themselves, but how can people in the world have no desire, even the Buddha who is always accompanied by the green lantern is not immune.

But today, although Han Xian is not yet a monk, he is indeed determined to isolate the six desires.

Why did he have such an idea, and how could he have such courage to defy the sky, why did Han Xian have such a crazy idea?

Why?

With a heart, he is still beating, he is still alive, this is the origin of everything, the starting point of everything, but it is more likely that at this moment, Han Xian's face was honest and quiet, and he didn't think about it at all.

Only by thinking can it be done.

Everything starts from the heart, and now the heart that is praying for the dust to be purified by the light of the Shingon Buddha becomes the immeasurable bodhichitta of great compassion, which is the greatest reliance of all thoughts and courage.

"Hum. ”

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

But this sound fell into the dark air of Yiyang, it was indeed a earth-shaking change, and in the dark and cold air, the mantra was amplified little by little, supporting an open sky.

The mantra of the word 'hum' dispersed, and its shadow dissipated not really became empty, but in the place where it collapsed into nothing, it was indeed a small door opened in the gray.

Is that a door?

It's too elevated, it's too short, it's really appropriate to call it a dog hole, but this dog hole is indeed the door of natural fun in the mouth of the Buddha, and he is arrogant.

It's all dog holes, with the pride of slowness, how to be willing to condescend to the nobility, and how to slowly drill out of the dog hole with a noble body, but this interesting dog hole people condescend too much, they drill a little bit, like a dog into it.

Han Xian is not, Han Xian is not, arrogance is low.

"Well. ”

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

The gloomy air is changing, the Buddha light supported by the mantra is becoming more and more holy, and finally the sad world of Yiyang ushered in a glimmer of light, although it is not warm, but let's compare it to warm.

A trace is more than a line, but there are indeed too many secrets hidden in the line, which are not known, and they do not want to know, how many pairs of eyes are looking and staring after this line.

Looking at the joy of all living beings, I was jealous.

Staring at the suffering of all living beings, I am jealous.

This line of Buddha said, 'non-heaven', locking jealousy, that is, jealousy, when it is jealousy of everything in the world, but also jealous of the injustice of heaven and earth to themselves, why only open a line for themselves, I can't, I don't come out.

Jealous?

They are inside, and although people do not struggle to squeeze into the narrow cracks of the door, they do see jealous eyes through this crack, and everything is infectious, and the eyes are breathtaking.

Han Xian is not, Han Xian is not, jealousy is a thread.

"What!"

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

The world of Yiyang is destined to be turbulent, and the light is getting stronger and stronger, but it still has the smell of hell and decay on the body.

The sky gate is open, but this door is indeed only half a door, and the world behind half a door is huge, and how many people are lost in it.

The Buddha said: 'People are interesting. ’

Indeed, human interest is greed.

Is greed evil?

Yes, definitely.

But this evil is sometimes doing righteous and fearless things, if people are not greedy, then can they still be called people, do not seek glory and wealth, I seek immortal immortality, because of asking, people so indomitable, this door should be interesting.

But there are too many people who hold half a fan and ask for a fan, too many, they are not for the indomitable hope of immortal immortality, but for the glory and wealth.

Han Xian is not, Han Xian is not, and half of his greed is dead.

"Phew!"

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

The city of Yiyang is finally quiet, the dilapidated ruins are quiet in the sleep and peaceful Buddha light, although the air is still cold to the bone, but at least it can comfort the warmth in the heart in this light.

The mantra is gone, the door is open, this dream is upright and complete, and from a distance, it is even more open and hidden.

The Buddha said, "Bystanders." ”

Concealment is born as infatuation, and the one in it is obsessed to see, who is he, who am I, look, fear, fear, fear, although the door is open, the person who is watching is infatuated, and indeed he is afraid and does not dare to approach the God in his heart.

There are many bold people in the world, and there are even more people who push open the door of false cover, but there are too many people, after discovering the fear in it, they cower, become infatuated with fear, and dare not move forward.

Han Xian is not, Han Xian is not, infatuation becomes fearless.

"Mi!"

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

Is it the coldness that this mantra gives to the city of Yiyang, this sound does not add a point of color to the vast Buddha light, it is indeed by adding a trace of coldness.

And in the cold, the sky is opening a door.

Of course, this door is cold, because what is blocked is the cold of the hungry ghost, this door is hundreds of feet high, and the upper and lower are flowing Haoyang righteousness, and the body is locked and complaining, indestructible, only in and out.

The Buddha said, "Hungry ghosts." ”

People have too many evils, and there are too many souls that they don't want to or want to enter, but they all become souls, and they can't help him, and they are forcibly stuffed into it by the righteousness of heaven and earth.

Han Xian is not, Han Xian is not, my soul does not belong to it, and the hungry ghost has no self.

"Huh!"

The mouth is lightly opened, and the words are spoken lightly.

Yiyang is cold, but the light that splits between heaven and earth is indeed flickering with the most holy and supreme yang, but it and Yiyang are indeed two worlds, and it is the opposite hell.

The Buddha said, "Hell." ”

The most holy and yang, heaven and earth bring together the supreme luck of the eternal world to cast the gate of hell, seal everything, trap everything, good can enter, good can come out, evil can enter, evil can not come out.

I don't go to hell, who goes to hell.

There are six doors hanging high in the sky.

Han Xianli and his subordinates looked pious, but this figure was as small as an ant particle, but today this ant really summoned the sixfold gate with a great compassion and immeasurable bodhichitta.

They are made by heaven and earth like human beings, and they are of one mind with human beings.

Today's Han Xian wants to use this heart to close the six doors, seeking to be dust-free, clean-free, pure, quiet, kind, fearless and one.

"Amitabha. ”

The words came out lightly, Han Xian's face showed a trace of sadness, and he whispered in his mouth: "It is born from the same root, and the six gates are itself, and I am willing to do it." ”

After that, a trace of light actually appeared on Han Xian's body, and that body was like being weathered, calming his own greed, dispersing the dirt of qi, the greed of Huaxin, the infatuation of sinking, the angry and hungry ghost, and sacrificing himself to hell.

What does this light mean, and where does this light go?

Yan Liumen, when it is incarnated into Liumen, Han Xian's body is shining with light spots to seal the six gates with his own body, here the world, with the shadow of Han Xian, but anyone knows where his body is.

The sky hangs six gates, so that the sincere people shine on the false devil's heart.

The six gates that fused Han Xian's body were the first magic in heaven and earth, and nothing dared to approach them.

At the moment when Han Xian incarnated to confirm the Sixfold Gate, the city of Yiyang was finally not cold, and a trace of temperature finally flowed between heaven and earth.

This warmth is like the serene smile of a loving mother.

Heartwarm, heartwarm, heartwarm.

Yiyang, a lonely and mournful city, warmly felt the favor of heaven and earth again, and I had been away from her for too long.

For this land that is forbidden to the cold, how warm this temperature is, they firmly believe that this is a spring breeze, and after it is dissipated, it will definitely bring long-term sunshine.

Yi Yang, the lost wanderer, will once again plunge into his mother's warm robe.

The door was hanging high, and the magic sacrifice hiding in the corner of the ruins was caressed by this warmth.

Melted, melted, panicked.

Hide, hide, hide.

Hide in the ruins.

Hide, hide, hide.

Hide the dust.

"Ah~~. ”

The beautiful face was making a distorted roar, he rushed out, he actually rushed out of the dust fearlessly, he actually broke through the ruins without fear, stepped into the air, and stood upright under the six-fold door.

Did he really rush out and crash out?

He didn't have the guts.

The light of the six Buddhas shines, purifying the world and the earth, there are no real ruins in the world, there is no real dust in the world, there is no demon sacrifice in Yiyang heaven and earth, there is no way to hide, there is no way to hide.

"Huhu~~. ”

Is your breath burning?

It's hot, it's hot, but the body of the demon priest is cold, it's cold, the tall body is trembling, is he still tall, standing under the door is like a tall ant.

But he was still strong, at least he could stand without falling.

But his scorching and trembling breath had completely presented all his humility in front of the world, almost crying, almost crying, and said, "Can't you, can the Buddha who has mercy on all living beings abandon me alone, I am also a living being in the world, and I am also a member of the suffering in the world of misery." ”

It's really miserable.

He is miserable, but he is dead, he is not a member of this world, he has come to the wrong place, and the Buddha is doing a merciful thing for all sentient beings, sending this demon back to where he should be.

"Hiss~~. ”

The six gates trembled slightly, and wisps of brilliance derived from them, like chains bound to the demons, begging to send the insects under the doors into its own world.

I've been scared for a long time.

The wisps of brilliance derived from the moment drained the only remaining strength of the demon sacrifice, how dare this door stay, instantly run invisible, hiding in the ruins, hiding in the dust.

The brilliance follows like a shadow, shackling the ruins and the dust.

The arrogant shape of the boundless panic is shortened by the heavenly interest, the body that is crazy and has no way to be jealous by a line of non-heavenly locks, the restless and the greedy spirit is half fanned by the fun, and the riot is helpless to be trapped by the side of the void to trap the infatuated heart.

Anger is roaring, panic is boundless, there is no way out, there is no way, there is no way, the demon sacrifice of losing shape, losing body, leaving behind, and breaking heart can finally no longer see any trace in this world.

But although there is no shadow of him between heaven and earth, he is indeed roaring under the six gates, his anger is still there, his resentment is still there, and he has not completely disappeared.

In this regard, the Buddha has already arranged the means.

The gate of the hundred hungry ghosts carries the power of the great sage Haoyang to block the spread of anger, and is included in the gate, and the peerless gate of hell leads the heaven and earth to prohibit resentment.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind swayed gently, and the anger was extinguished, and the resentment was settled.

The demon is gone.

The light of the six doors surged, and Han Xian's body under the door was re-condensed, although his face was pale at the moment, but this pale was really satisfying, and finally this world was quiet.

Quiet, the world is quiet, quiet to silence, no shadow.