Kyushu, the land of the far west.

The land is cold, but the blue sky can be seen, as if you can reach out and grab a cloud, clean and pure.

"The mysterious sacred mountain,

Oh bodhisattva in the heart,

In the quiet light of the Buddha,

Blooming auspicious flowers,

Holy Holy Land,

Oh Potala of all beings,

Bathing in auspicious clouds.....

Oh, sacred mountain shrine,

Guanyin Bridge,

I'm going to walk to you ......"

The wind in winter swept unscrupulously on the plateau, whistling and blowing, blowing away the cattle and sheep, and blowing loud Tibetan songs.

A mirror-like lake, deep blue, with a misty white mist gently swirling around the lake's surface.

On the edge of the green lake, the Tibetans wearing long sleeves and brocade raised their wind horses, turned the prayer cylinder, shuttled through the Mani pile with colorful prayer flags, sang mountain songs in unison, turned the sacred mountain, and worshiped the holy lake.

This piece of heaven and earth, vast and vast, the wind blows the fish bells of the prayer wheel, accompanied by songs, dancing in the wind, melodious.

On the shore of the vast lake, in the ethereal and cold world, there are two thin figures strolling in the whirring wind.

The wind slanted the cyan monk's robe, but it couldn't move the expression of sadness and joy.

An old, a young and two monks in Tsing Yi strolled on the clean sky and the clean lake, letting the wind blow the thin monk's clothes.

"Master, where are we going?"

A young monk of fifteen or sixteen years old with a slightly dark complexion, black eyebrows and big eyes, asked the old monk, and his eyebrows were full of puzzlement.

Master practiced well, and suddenly he didn't bring anything, so he took him on a long journey.

The old monk was thin, his face was full of wrinkles of the vicissitudes of time, his gray eyebrows were cold, but his face was calm and peaceful.

The appearance of this old monk is like the old monk of Kongming who parted with Jiang Xiaobai in Wutong Mountain for three years and went to the West to seek the Tao.

And the young monk next to him is the empty wisdom monk who appeared in the East China Sea.

"Leave. ”

"This pure land will no longer be peaceful in the future. ”

The old monk Kongming said a word to his apprentice.

"Master's words are not understood. ”

The little monk of Konghui clasped his palms together and asked the master for advice.

"You don't have to understand now. ”

"Let's go!"

The old monk Kongming didn't say much, and hunted in the monk's clothes in the wind step by step.

The little monk Konghui touched his bald head, indicating that he was confused, and then hurriedly followed Master Kongming.

One old and one young, they are slowly traveling far away in this vast world.

In this way, I walked for a day, and stayed in the starry river sky, and the deep night fell.

The master and apprentice chose to meditate in an open meadow, just under the cold dew.

The cold winter wind whistling on the empty and barren grassland, setting off the silence of the night.

The little monk of Konghui meditated and quickly settled into practice, and his thin body was not afraid of the cold wind.

And Master, not long after the old monk Kongming sat down, his closed eyes slowly opened in this silence.

His eyes looked at this extremely vast night starry sky, only the deep galaxy, and nothing else.

But the old monk's black eyes gradually turned into a golden glass-like color, looking at the starry sky again, in this extremely vast night, there are big changes quietly happening.

In the near or far night under the starry sky, there is a statue of different colors and different postures of phantoms entrenched in the void, hazy and unreal, there is a flood of Buddha light.

It's like imprinting a humanoid phantom on the canopy, mysterious and treacherous.

The old monk Kongming was practicing penance the night before the half moon, and by chance he felt something, looked up at the sky, and found such a vast and mysterious scene under the starry sky.

Like a god and Buddha in the heavens.

This kind of vast scenery made the old monk Kongming, who had been practicing penance for decades and had no sorrow or joy, feel turbulent in his heart, and there was a certain uneasiness.

Half a month has passed, and these hazy phantoms in the starry sky are becoming more and more condensed, giving people a feeling that these phantoms like gods and Buddhas are about to be revived from the starry sky and come back to life.

Every time the old monk of Kongming saw these phantoms, a feeling of suffocation and depression became stronger and stronger.

Those phantoms seem to be Buddhas!

The old monk of Kongming wanted to explore the reason, and he wanted to travel in the starry sky, wanted to find the Buddha shadow under the starry sky, and wanted to see it closely, but those Buddha shadows were like a mirage, and they were out of reach.

On this night, he saw the starry sky like the reflection of the eight heavenly dragons of Buddhism.

The gods and ghosts are gorgeous, and the grassland in this night is so spectacular.

The golden glazed eyes of the old monk of Kongming looked at the starry sky, and he was silent for a long time, and the phantoms of these gods and Buddhas were condensed again.

The signs of something big about to happen are getting tighter in my heart.

But I don't know what it is, but I have a kind of dark feeling in my heart, which seems to be related to the Buddha.

The old monk's mind was tightly attracted by the various phantoms under the starry sky.

Suddenly, in the starry sky, a meteor streaked by.

The old monk of Kongming was like a bright light in his head, and suddenly brightened the darkness.

The strong feeling of light made him dizzy for a while, as if the world was spinning.

As if for a moment, he was awake again, and he was already in another world.

Under the starry sky, there is a Bodhi tree in the sky, bearing Bodhi seeds, flashing with fireflies.

There are monks under the tree, and there are people in front of the tree.

People ask why, and the monk says the past.

The Bodhi seeds, which are blue and red, have the shadow of the Buddha.

When the old monk saw this scene, his wisdom was born, like lightning, and his heart was surging.

"Who surprised the return of the ancient Buddha!"

Just when the heart of the old monk of Kongming was stirring up, several strange monks under the tree who were full of Buddha light either looked angrily at King Kong, or looked in his direction without sadness and joy, and broke through the void.

In an instant, the mountains and the sea looked at each other, and a strong wind arose on the grassland of the old monk Kongming, and thunder was born.

The wind and thunder roared, and the shadows of the Buddha in the starry sky loomed in the clouds, looking down around the grassland.

Four Buddha shadows raised their palms and fell from the sky.

One by one, the palms of the earth descended from the sky and swept away the wind and thunder.

The momentum is like the Buddha of the West Heaven descending on the catastrophe of destroying the world.

And on the grassland, the storm was blowing, and the closed eyes of the old monk opened slowly.

A little sex is bright and catches.

His face was unmoved, he raised his hands and closed his palms.

The body is covered with clear glass Buddha light, and three or four centimeters in the air behind the head, one after another Buddha rings are lit up.

A red, the first fruit of Theravada (Hinayana) is the fruit of Sudha.

One orange, the Theravada (Hinayana second fruit) fruit of the second path.

Finally, the third path is not as fast as one or two, but it is lighting up at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

It is a golden ring, which means that you will attain the third fruit of Theravada, the fruit of Anaham.

"Hum, Ma, Zhi, Mou ......"

The old monk's lips moved slightly, and the nine-character mantra of Buddhism bloomed in the wind.

The light of the Buddha fills the air, and the ground swells with golden lotus, like a Buddha blooming in the storm in an instant.

The Buddha's light golden lotus spontaneously generated a field, and as soon as the wind and thunder entered the silence, the palm that fell from the sky changed into a lotus flower in the field like ice and snow melting.

............

Awakened from his meditation, the little monk of Konghui, who was not far from the master, looked at the master's change in amazement.

He didn't see the Buddhas in the sky, but he saw the lotus flowers appearing all over the place.

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