The ambush of Magellan's squad was like a farce, and it didn't hurt me a bit. However, the Eagle Queen and I have been delayed here for nearly two hours, and the end of the electric falcon is getting closer and closer.

As the car moved, Legin kept peeking at me in the rearview mirror.

I pretended not to know, in addition to closing my eyes to recuperate, I occasionally opened my eyes and turned my head to look at the scenery outside the car.

The Eagle Queen was no longer in a hurry, but took out the pistol, disassembled and wiped, making sure that the weapon was in the best firing condition.

"Journey to the West" is really a profound and profound masterpiece, integrating human nature, demonic nature, and divinity into a furnace, weaving a vigorous story of learning from the scriptures.

"Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha." This is the solemn oath of the scripture learner Tang Xuanzang, which has been spurring the practitioners of the younger generations.

I am running to Xiaoleiyin Temple at the moment, which is also part of "becoming a Buddha", because I have completely abandoned my selfishness and only want to save this stormy city. Only when the capital is stable can the northern powers continue to stand tall and the northern hemisphere be peaceful and harmonious.

The warmongers are eager for the "three wars," and some small third-rate countries are constantly preaching the possibility of a "three wars," and their heads of state have the same aspirations as the three super-war criminals of the Axis powers in World War II.

In addition, some generals with ulterior motives of the big countries also coveted the authority of the state and attempted to take advantage of the frenzy of the "three wars" to leap up and ascend the throne.

In fact, these are unrealistic, and there are as many people who covet power as a carp crossing the river, and they will always fall down in a cannibalistic battle in the end.

Small victories rely on wisdom, big victories rely on virtue, the world is big, only the virtuous live in it.

Ancient Chinese sages saw this well and left behind eternal proverbs.

A person like the Eagle Queen will always be just an embellishment around the big man, and it is beyond her ability to rise to her current position. If virtue is not worthy, it will be a disaster. If you do it recklessly, the end will be terrible.

"What about the electric falcon? Is his virtue worthy of the presidency of the great northern powers? "I can't help but get worried.

With regard to the Electric Falcon, international observers have already come to a partial conclusion and have reached a consensus opinion - "Lian Po is old, can he still eat?" ”

Ten years ago, the Falcon reformed radically and saved the northern powers. Ten years later, his vigor has worn out, and it is long overdue for Xian to abdicate and hand over the power of the state to a younger successor. Otherwise, the great powers of the north will once again fall into a dead cycle of old and wasted time.

"This time, I will do my best to save his life, I hope he will come to his senses and completely extinguish his thirst for power." I prayed silently in my heart.

"It's almost there." The Eagle Queen reminded softly.

When I opened my eyes, a gray building appeared at the end of the road.

The style of those buildings is very peculiar, combining Zen Buddhism, the ethnic characteristics of the northern powers, Western sects, and Tibetan customs, but the exterior color is dull gray, which looks old and withdrawn, and makes people's emotions continue to sink.

The car stopped at the gate of the building, and the three of us hurriedly got out of the car and climbed the stairs.

Legin pushed open the two large iron gates, which were also gray, and the empty courtyard of the building appeared before us.

In the center of the courtyard is an octagonal plaza around which buildings are built.

"It's the gossip map, and we're standing at the door of death." I immediately felt the murderous intent erupting from this temple.

In Chinese metaphysics, any formation that places the "Gate of Death" at the entrance of the gate is called the "Decisive Death Array". The intention of the arrangers is obvious, and the people who enter here have no return.

Of course, exposing the "killing intent" so clearly also proves the superficiality of its thinking.

Without stopping, I walked straight through the door of death and into the middle of the small square.

In the Bagua diagram, the yin and yang fish in the center represents "endless life, yin and yang flow". Standing here, you will have a temporary peace of rest, free from the confusion of all the portals outside.

The Eagle Queen clinged to me, her hands in her pockets, and her hands in her hands.

The only man who was bold and fearless was Le Guin, who held his palms high and palms facing outwards to show the "dragon elephant prajna".

"Anyone? Anyone? The Eagle Queen shouted.

Later, a young man with a broom came out of the side door.

The door was "an aquatic door", and he was wearing a water-colored cloth robe, including the broom in his hand, which was also wet, dripping with water all the way.

The young man stood still, looking at the three of us.

"Don't speak." I whispered a warning.

In the field of metaphysics, the real means of communication is not words, but hearts and minds. Young people, if they understand what we are coming for, will take us where we are going.

"Master said that the Great Sage Buddha is waking up." The young man said, "I sweep the streets, and you come with me." ”

He turned, threw his arms out, bent over and swept the floor, sweeping as he went.

There was dust on the blue-gray stone floor, and his broom was soaked in water, so that when he waved it, the dust would not fly around.

"Let's go." I beckoned to the Queen Eagle and Legin and walked over to the young man.

The young man moved very quickly, swept a three-foot-wide path on the ground, and went all the way to the "Shengmen".

Legin tried to speak, but was immediately stopped by my gaze.

Entering the small door, various carvings appeared on the stone walls on both sides.

Unlike ordinary murals, each of these paintings is deeply engaged, and in some places the depth of the carving is more than three inches.

Masters of carving know that simple reliefs have no three-dimensional sense, but only roughly express the meaning of the picture. Once the strokes are too small, the style will become extremely sharp and weird, and of course the difficulty of carving will increase a hundredfold.

"These are Buddhist legends, cutting meat to feed eagles...... Sacrifice yourself to feed the tiger...... In Kathmandu, I've seen it all in Tamma Sang Rinpoche's room......" Legin muttered.

The sutra stories on paper are different from the ones in thangkas, the latter being thick and the former frivolous. At present, the stories in the murals far exceed the expressiveness of the thangka, such as the painting on the right hand side of "cutting meat to feed the eagle", the viciousness of the eagle's eyes, the sharpness of the eagle's claws, the pain of cutting the flesh, and the patience of the Buddha are all vivid and ready to come out.

It doesn't feel like a story, it's more like a real scene on the scene, as if the matter of cutting meat and feeding eagles is happening right in front of our eyes.

At the end of the road is an old stone pavilion with people in the pavilion looking down at a book.

I looked ahead and stopped paying attention to the murals on either side.

The young man sweeping the floor stopped and turned to look at me.

"Who are you looking for?" He asked.

He was young, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom. I thought he was a man, but up close, he looked like a woman.

"You know what we're here for." I replied.

He shook his head: "I'm asking about you, not you." You are different from them, and your purpose is what matters. ”

I gazed into his eyes and felt more and more that he was a real woman.

"Boys and girls look like yin and yang Buddhas." I say.

"What?" He put down his broom and slowly straightened his collar and sleeves, carefully brushing the dust off the cloth.

"I know you, there are flying heavens in Mogao Grottoes, and there are Yin and Yang Buddhas in Zen Buddhism, all of whom are humble and good people who make wedding clothes for others." I replied.

I used the phrase "humble and good" to save face for the other person. In fact, the Flying Heavens, Yin and Yang Buddhas and the like are just doormen in the red world, equal to ants at the feet of big people, who exist but don't know why, and live but don't know why they live. In the divine realm, I don't know how many Flying Heavens and Yin Yang Buddhas, one more and one less, one life and one death are meaningless.

The existence of the Flying Heaven and the Yin-Yang Buddha is a tragedy, and its fate will not be more valuable than that of a mayfly that dies in the twilight of life.

The young man folded his hands and bowed deeply to me.

"Please." He stepped aside, then bent deeply.

I stopped being humble and strode towards the stone pavilion.

The Eagle Queen and Legin followed me, and suddenly they exclaimed together, "This person...... Reduced to ashes! ”

I didn't turn my head to look, and from their words, I knew that the young man had died like a mayfly, and was in ashes.

The Eagle Queen and Le Gin were naturally surprised that they thought the young man was a "man". However, in my eyes, young people are not "people", but mayflies, aphids, ants, mosquitoes and flies, which should not exist and should not exist. They are there and they are not there, there is no difference, and it is not worth any fuss.

When I arrived outside the stone pavilion, the person reading the book slowly looked up and looked at me quietly.

"I've come to ask for a way to annihilate the macaque race." I say.

From where I was standing, there was only one person in the pavilion. However, it was evident that there were three other people behind him, exactly the same as his body, all holding books in their own hands, facing the other three directions.

Similarly, the stone pavilion is located at a crossroads, with a road on the left, right, and front, and the same tall stone walls on both sides. That is, we are at a crossroads and need to make a choice.

"There are three of us, each walking a road." I commanded in a deep voice.

"What? Aren't we more vulnerable when we are separated? The Eagle Queen shook her head.

"We will not be attacked, only you can attack you." I say.

Everything here is "virtual", and if you are not deceived by the illusion, you can be safe and sound.

"I'll go ahead, there's the answer I want." Legin walked around the stone pavilion and strode forward.

"I ...... Rightward. The Eagle Queen also walked past the stone pavilion and walked towards the passage on the right.

Well, the only way left is to the left.

The young man who just swept the floor turned into ashes, which is really a tragic portrayal of life.

Of course, the same is true when a person's body is sent to the incinerator in the crematorium, where only a few pieces of remains remain in the flames.

"You want it, not here." The man in the stone pavilion said.

"In my heart." I smiled wryly and gave a mystical answer.

Zen Buddhism is full of such philosophical sentences, but the correct answer is not something that can be explained in a few words.

"Yes." The man nodded.

His appearance was ordinary and simple, just like the staff of any monastery in the world, wearing cloth clothes and shoes, and a gentle professional smile on his face.

"Forgive me for being stupid, I can't find that answer in my own heart." I say.

"Just because you can't find it doesn't mean you don't." The man gently shook the book in his hand, and the three men behind him did the same.

"What do you call Your Excellency?" I asked.

"When there are guests coming, there will naturally be a monk." He replied.

"Please take me to the real master." I say.

"Level seven." He smiled and nodded gently, "After seven more levels, you can see the true face of the immortals." ”

I also nodded: "Okay, please show me the way, I'll see you myself." ”

He shook his head slowly: "You are really stupid, I have already said the answer." Seven, not seven, you understand? ”

I took a deep breath, looked down in contemplation, and immediately had an epiphany. It turned out that the "seven levels" that the other party said were not seven levels, but the "seven levels of floating slaughter" that Buddhists most often said.

The original text of that sentence is "Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter", which means that if I want to find the answer, I must complete the matter of "saving a life".

"How?" I asked.

"Why do you need to ask me? The answer – in your heart. He said.