Tianqian Yuanshuo City.

Ji Xin's soul consciousness returned to the body, and he was still in the secret city of the dragon clan, and Ao Xue'er's original god was still in the Dragon Palace in the waters of the East China Sea, following Ao Guang to practice the secret art of the dragon clan, Ji Xin was not good to stay here any longer, and also wanted to try the method taught by the teacher, so after leaving a letter for Ao Xue'er, he said goodbye and left.

I went all the way back to the place where I lived, and I wanted to ask where the old man named Chang Xian was, but I didn't find him when I went back, so I had to put it down for the time being, and told the attendants not to enter the martial arts arena, and I walked in it by myself, and opened the formation again.

This is cast by several ancestors of the Ji family, and it is difficult to step into the courtyard unless you have the Dharma body or above.

Even immortals can stop it for a moment.

In this way, Ji Xin put his mind at ease, thinking of the weapon handed over to him by the teacher today, his eyes closed slightly, raised his hand, his five fingers opened slightly, and between his breaths, his consciousness spread to the left and right, and he vaguely wanted to feel the existence of that breath.

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"Teacher, you actually left your disciple behind?!"

"The disciple followed you from the capital of the Great Zhou Emperor to Tianqian, to Yuanshuo, and went out to work every day to earn money in exchange for food, but you actually ran away with people without saying a word? Even if it was that ...... If this is unjust, how can we appoint people, but we cannot set up people, and how can we assist the king to rule the world?

The young man stared angrily at Chang Xian in front of him.

The old man coughed, looked away a little weakly, and said:

"Isn't it worrying about the teacher, did the Emperor of the People run away?"

The young man took a step forward, his eyes raised, and said: "If you can really become a courtier of the human emperor, he will not be able to run away no matter what, if you don't have this opportunity, the human emperor is in front of you, you will dislike him to block your way, and besides, is it really the human emperor?!"

Chang Xian finally regained a little confidence, nodded and said, "That's naturally the Human Emperor." ”

The young fox said suspiciously: "Really?!"

Chang Xian nodded, stretched out his hand and touched the goat's whiskers, and said: "If you don't believe it, follow me to meet Gongzi, whether Gongzi is the emperor of the people, whether he has such qualifications, you should be able to judge with your talent." ”

"Come ......"

He took his land and headed towards Ji Xin's martial arts arena.

Along the way, I didn't meet those retinues who were ordered.

With a push of his hand, the gate of the martial arts arena that was covered and sealed by the formation was directly pushed open.

And on the martial arts field, because of this push, stirring the qi, Ji Xin happened to grasp the wisp of the feeling that the teacher said, the five fingers of the virtual grip suddenly grasped, the consciousness rose, and the entire Yuanshuo City was linked, the invisible qi machine converged, and the bright yellow streamer converged like an angry tide, and was held in Ji Xin's hand.

The faint sound of phoenix chirping rose to the sky.

A quaint yellow axe, with a vast and vast, just and simple atmosphere, reappears in the world and is held in his hand.

Ji Xin's robe swayed.

Chang Xian was in front, and the young man called Xuanshou behind him suddenly widened his eyes and lost his mind.

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The monk failed to get the result and returned to the island in the far west.

He continued to transform those creatures, but more and more he felt confused and puzzled, some creatures did not understand Buddhism, and some did not have understanding, Zhao Li finally reminded him to ask him if he still remembered the three non-crossings of Buddhism, those three non-crossings remained in his heart like a thorn, and more and more unable to ignore, as if they would become bigger.

When the monk was preaching the Dharma one day, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore and was silent for a long time.

On the second day, he stayed in the cave where he lived during this period of time, which was also the cave where the lotus flower grew, sat down facing the stone wall, was silent, did not come out again, but just thought, Buddhism has three non-crossings, those who have no fate do not cross, those who have no wishes do not cross, and those who have no faith do not cross.

Is it just a sin and karma to be self-satisfied?

Should we cut off all the troubles of the heart, no longer stick to cause and effect, and break the three thousand threads of afflictions with the vajra mind?

When he thought like this, he had a sense of enlightenment that if he took this path by himself, he would definitely be able to come out, and he would definitely be able to use the merit of suppressing the turbidity of the earth's leylines to successfully achieve the pure fruition.

Hiding the empty mind, having no heart, not having the heart, not taking the six dusts and ten thousand laws, and being indestructible.

You can even go one step further and attain the bodhisattva status and be pure and at ease.

But isn't that an escape, a betrayal of sentient beings? Seeing the suffering of sentient beings, how can we bear to leave? The dilemma is depressed, and the more the monk thinks about it, the more he cannot find the way, the more he cannot struggle, and what he has done in the past seems to be demonstrating the truth of self-employment and self-satisfaction, and he binds himself.

He felt like he was trapped in an urn, and he could get out when he broke it, but he didn't want to break it.

Cut off the cause and effect, and immediately become free.

But when we see the suffering of sentient beings, how can we bear to turn our backs on sentient beings?

Time passed day by day, but in the blink of an eye, the monk was emaciated, the light in his eyes was not there, his back was bent, he sat facing the wall, and after a few days, he had faintly heard many noises and distractions, which rose in his heart, and at first he was arguing with each other. Immediately, the voice of one side became more and more low, and the other side was like thunder, reciting Buddhist scriptures, reciting the principle of Buddhism's three non-crossings, day by day, without stopping.

The monk asked his heart, wanting to insist on himself, but it seemed that there was a vajra angrily scolded, there were three thousand revelations, and many arhats and yaksha were angry and asked him if he wanted to turn his back on my Buddhist teachings.

The monk only felt that the feeling of being trapped in the urn became clearer and clearer, the body was bent, and the voices of the Vajra, Jiedi, Arhat, and Bodhisattva became more and more intimate one day, all of them were heart sounds, but he was still unwilling to give up the idea of rebirth, and felt that the sense of distress was clear, and he was deeply trapped in the urn, unable to be freed, and was a little out of breath, only felt that the voice was everywhere all over the world, and he could hardly tell whether it was the demon or the truth.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came, "Teacher!

The monk was in a trance, opened his eyes, and saw that the honest young man turned into Gu Ao was full of anxiety, and the young man was relieved when he opened his eyes, and said, "Teacher, you have finally woken up, you have been here for so long, come out quickly." ”

The monk opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and said, "...... Who, come out ......"

The honest young man was slightly stunned and said, "Teacher, you come out." ”

The monk opened his mouth and muttered to himself, "I, come out ......"

He seemed to have an understanding, but he didn't seem to understand anything, he was stuck here for an unknown amount of time, and he muttered to himself three words, his originally dim eyes lit up slightly, and the words that asked the prince that day appeared in his mind-

I am like trapped in an urn, and I will not come out unless I break it.

Is there a way for me to come out?

If you don't break the urn, you won't come out.

Taigong can have ...... Let me out......

If it is not broken, how to get ......

The monk lowered his eyes, spoke, seemed to ask his heart, seemed to ask heaven and earth, and said slowly: "Ou urn, where is Ou ............" The honest young man in front of him saw that the teacher finally spoke, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then subconsciously said: "What Ou urn?

"There's no urn here, just you. ”

"There is no urn, just me. ”

"No ......"

The monk muttered, his eyes slowly widened, he repeated this sentence, his body stiffened for a long time, and suddenly burst into a loud shout, which startled the young man, and then saw the monk jump up, step by step out, until he walked to the highest part of the mountain, the monk who was almost emaciated to firewood saw the clouds and mist rising from the sea in the distance, the sun rising, fixed his mind, and rumbling in his mind.

Without an urn, why is it difficult?

If there is no difficulty, who will trouble me?

If there is no urn, why should it be broken? Why should it be broken? I am trapped by me!

The monk suddenly burst out laughing, his voice was loud and cheerful, his eyes were teary, and he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the distance in the sky, pointed to the newborn sun, and said loudly: "Buddha!"

He withdrew his finger, pointed to the ground under his feet, and said, "Lingshan!"

Raised his hand, patted it on the top of his head, and scolded: "Monk!"

His right hand seemed to raise himself falsely, shook his hand forward, and shouted softly: "Come out!"

Immediately laughed again, the laughter was loud, there was no haze, the heart sound in the ears seemed to be still there, King Kong angrily reprimanded, the Bodhisattva raised his eyebrows, and the three thousand revealed the truth, the gods of the five directions were there, questioning him to turn his back on the Buddha, the monk laughed so much that he realized it, and said loudly: "The Buddha is not crossed three times? My Buddha is very compassionate, why would he abandon sentient beings?!"

He swept his sleeves and walked forward, raising his eyebrows angrily in the first step, raising his hand and scolding:

Buddha is not a god or a demon, so why do you need the power of sentient beings. ”

"Demons!"

In the second step, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and scolded: "Those who have no faith will not cross?

"Outside!"

The third step is to raise the halberd and point to all the beings in heaven and earth in front of him:

"Those who have no fate will not cross? Pudu sentient beings, how can they be rejected because they have no fate?!"

"Back to the Buddha!"

After three sentences of rebuttal, the evil demon betrayed the Buddha, the monk's eyes were clear, his hands were folded with a snap, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The three Buddhas do not cross, those who have no fate do not cross, those who have no wishes do not cross, and those who have no faith do not cross, but Buddhism still has the past and future, and there is a middle stream on this shore and the other side." Those who were uncrossable in the past will be crossed now! Those who cannot be crossed now will be crossed in the future!"

"I cross all living beings...... Don't go up to Lingshan. ”

When the last words were finally recited, the monk's eyes were closed, and there was no hesitation in his heart, and he said a Buddha name, so far all the heart sounds were dispersed, and the shriveled and thin body was full again, and the Gu Ao and the rest of the creatures were stunned and stunned, and saw the back of the monk, the faint Buddha light was scattered, forming a light phase, and a little streamer on it was scattered and fell to the ground.

Loud and violent, the highest mountain rolled and rolled, a small tree that had just sprouted grew rapidly, the root system was like a coiling dragon, breaking through the soil, turning into an old tree in a blink of an eye, the root system was entangled in the cap of the peak, the leaves and leaves were like the Buddha's hand, shielding the monks from the sun and dust, everything was just right.

Gu Ao was stunned, came back to his senses, and saw that the monk was no longer as thin as before, and it didn't look like he was going to die, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and realized that he was worried about it, and said: "Teacher, you are finally back, you were like that before, I almost thought that you still couldn't pass that level, teacher, and planned to go to Lingshan after passing away." ”

The monk held one hand on his chest and said, "No, I won't go." ”

Gu Ao was slightly stunned.

The monk's voice was quiet:

"All the world is a sea of suffering, and all living beings are sinking. ”

"There is no going, no return. ”

PS: Today's second update............ This is just the Buddhism I expected, ahem, it has its own personal color and interpretation, so don't pay too much attention to it...... Trapped in the urn, I remember that it was a Zen public case, which was to ask if there was a goose in the urn that had grown up in it, how to rescue the goose inside without destroying the urn, and the master of Zen Buddhism directly pronounced the name of the inquirer.