Nirvana, also known as Nirvana, Nirvana, is translated as death, extinction, and extinction, or that there is no birth and no destruction.

The Buddha said that Nirvana is to destroy all the dharmas in the world and return to complete silence. In this way, they will be freed from the eight sufferings and no longer fall into the six realms of reincarnation, so that people can live forever in the Pure Land of Bliss. This is the realm of a Buddha.

To attain nirvana, one must live to the end. For most monks, it is to pay with their lives.

Because for many monks who are uncertain in their beliefs and are not deeply enlightened, what happens after death is something that cannot be understood at all.

If there is reincarnation, wouldn't it be a blessing? The unfulfilled long-cherished wish in this life can be pinned on the next life.

When the voice in the golden lotus mentioned "death", the young monk did not mean to be angry, nor did he want to correct anything, maybe "death" is the true meaning of nirvana, but death is more complete.

"Is it fearlessness, or is it fear that you run away?" the young monk's tone was soft, but there was no lack of force.

"Die, die. That's all I can think about. The voice in the golden lotus came, revealing a little weakness.

"Death is not nirvana. Nirvana requires vajra wisdom and unmoving determination. No swaying, no blurring. Death is just a re-entry into reincarnation. Nirvana is the destruction of all dharmas, the cutting off of all causes, and the separation of all causes, so as to be free from the suffering of samsara. ”

"Destroy all karma—" Although he was the incarnation of Jin Lian, he couldn't see that person's expression, but listening to the voice, he could understand that there must have been a burst of pain in that person's heart, and there seemed to be many things that could not be let go, and there were many things that could not be parted with, and they were churning in his heart.

"Someone, right?" the young monk's words softened slightly.

In the fluttering golden lotus, there was a gentle groan at first, and then he slowly spoke.

"The father who abandoned our mother and son, the narrow-minded grandmother, the bully family, these people should be forgotten. ”

"Nature is something to forget. The young monk figured out the man's mind and replied briskly. Because it is an unpleasant and unconcerned person and thing, it is very easy to break off.

"The scheming brother who is good at manipulating the fate of others, the mediocre and cold-blooded Li Longji, the flattering, cruel and ruthless Gao Lishi who killed Ah Luo and En'er••••••"

"Forget about that. ”

The young monk interrupted the voice, not allowing him to continue his recollection. The monk's tone was very tactful and ingenious, so that the people in the golden lotus did not feel anything abrupt and offensive.

"The loyal and honest Matsushita, the naughty and reckless Feather Returning to the Forest, and the cute little fox, without them, I would not have been able to support the crows to this point. ”

"Forget about it. Regardless of the fate of each after this catastrophe. The young monk's tone was a little more reassuring.

"Ah Luo, En'er, and my hard-working and kind mother, by the way, my mother's life and death are still unknown!"

In the vast space that seemed to be a huge cave, there was no wind, and the golden lotus swayed by itself, making an almost murmuring sound.

The young monk could hear that there was a faint sense of firmness in that thin murmur. and he was silent no more. The lost master crosses, and the enlightened crosses themselves. This last lock must be seen through by himself. At the moment, I can only trust him and see through it myself.

As the saying goes, the master leads the way and the practice is personal. At the end of this nirvana mind, the difference between one thought, although there is a difference between heaven and hell, and the most dangerous is a thousand mountains and rivers, and you can only step through it yourself.

The swaying golden lotus, the light is shining, emitting thousands of rays of light, and in the light and flames, the benevolent face of a bodhisattva faintly appears.

It's the Buddha Jizo, that's right.

The golden light converged and became gentle, and the appearance of the Buddha's body quickly became clear, just a moment's appearance, and the gentle and compassionate appearance was enough to make everyone who saw it melt the hardness and coldness in their hearts.

However, kindness is mostly accompanied by weakness.

Weakness is not wisdom. Only those who truly realize the wisdom of Prajna jackfruit can refine this rare pure goodness in heaven and earth and become bodhichitta and nirvana.

That's what the Buddha needs to cultivate. Now that he was destined for the calamity, he had reached the last moment, and his cultivation had also reached the last moment.

It was only a momentary situation, and the Dharma phase of the Buddha Dizang quickly dimmed, and the brilliance completely converged. The appearance of a plain-clothed monk appeared.

Looking at the facial features, it is sure to be Huaicao, but the face and clothes are very handsome and neat, not like a sloppy drunkard on weekdays.

When this appearance appears in front of the world, he often calls himself Huaixiu.

At this moment, the words in the golden lotus were made by Huai Xiu.

Huaixiu wore an ordinary monk's robe, and she couldn't see her status and status in the temple, but she was just a merciful appearance*, and she was a high-ranking monk.

Huaixiu sat cross-legged on another round stone, looking at the young monk opposite.

The young monk has two earlobe wheels, delicate eyebrows, cherry red lips, a straight nose bridge, and extremely handsome facial features.

This young monk is really like a crystal clear pearl, exuding an extremely dazzling, yet extremely gentle light.

Huaixiu revealed his true body and bathed in the Buddha's light of the young monk.

Huaixiu's eyes were as clear as water, slowly closing slightly, and just above his eyebrows, a pearl as small as red beans faintly appeared.

Huaixiu's figure gradually became thin and blurred, like a layer of smoke, and the vitality of his body quickly condensed into the pearl on his forehead.

In the end, Huaixiu disappeared by herself. Only a dazzling blood-colored pearl remained, which slowly fell into the young monk's outstretched hand.

With the black flow rock hell, it keeps sinking. In a moment, it seems like a long time. The state of the beast king of the bear clan gradually faded, revealing the appearance of Matsushita.

The black rock stream clung to his legs like a swamp, dragging it downward, unable to move at all. The hole above the head has only a bean-sized point of light left, and it is about to be invisible.

"Looks like you're going to fall into hell," Matsushita sighed inwardly. There is no chagrin, no fear or the like, as if all this has nothing to do with him, "along with this boring world, I will fall into hell." I don't know what happened to Yu Guilin and the little fox. I still can't do anything, and in the end I can't achieve anything. ”

I think of the time from my grandfather to myself, for the so-called great cause of recovering the country, I have endured humiliation and burdens for generations, and in the end it is just such a catastrophe.

And my grandfather and father worked hard all their lives, did nothing, had a lifetime of skills and revenge, and lived in obscurity for so many long years.

At such a moment, anyone will feel a deep sense of helplessness, and think about it. Even the fragile will go crazy because of fear.

In contrast, Panasonic Wind is a little too calm. In the long years of waiting, something may have been worn out.

A sigh.

After that, Panasonic retracted his gaze and looked around indifferently.

The space he is in is like a huge stomach pouch, constantly secreting black viscous liquid, dissolving the surrounding rock mass, and turning the dissolved rock mass into a part of this mucus, sucking himself firmly and dragging it down.

I can't imagine that a dog can have such a cultivation and make such a powerful spell.

Then there was another wry smile, and it was obvious that at this time, there was still a heart to admire the enemy's methods, which was a little funny. But it doesn't hurt.

Panasonic was relieved and greeted the moment when the dust settled.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a burst of fresh and pleasant music.

It seems like there are a thousand flutes playing, and it seems like there is only one flute.

It seems that there are a thousand yaoqin caressing, and it seems that there is only one qin.

It seems that there are a thousand lutes playing, and it seems that there is only one lute.

It seems that there are a thousand suona, a thousand drums, a thousand pipes, and a thousand pairs of cymbals••••••

It seems that there is a suona, a drum, a pipe, and a pair of cymbals••••••

A burst of tunes came, both Qingyue and *, like Buddhist music heard in some big temple.

The voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and it seemed to be in my ears.

When you capture the source of this sound, it seems very far away, and when you calm your mind, this tune suddenly comes to your ears, what a wonderful music.

Panasonic Feng couldn't help but raise his head, only to see that in the distance above his head, there was a pearl shining with blood-colored treasure light, which was slowly falling.

In the beautiful and bizarre music, there is a hint of fresh fragrance.

"Who's playing tricks? Depending on the situation, they are here to save themselves. Panasonic Feng's originally dull and calm heart suddenly moved, and a warm current gushed out.

Matsushita Feng has always been like this, and no matter who uses it or not, he is somewhat unimpressed.

Compared to the powerful power that he is good at purely bursting out through his body, he can't understand these methods that are almost dream-like illusions.

The red pearl that was shining with light fell on top of his head and hung there.

I could see it more clearly, on the smooth surface of the red bead, a swirling cloud of water vapor quickly condensed and gathered, forming a drop of crystal clear dew. Faltering.

The drop of dew is like a honey that is about to drip, and it is like a pool of rain after a long drought, which makes people want to stick out their tongues and catch it.

Matsushita smiled stupidly, held back this movement, and continued to look at the changes in front of him.

Soon, the dew of the red beads dripped down.

One fell less than three feet away in front of Panasonic and splashed lightly.

This was followed by the second, the third, and the fourth••••••

In the depths of the dim and gloomy crypt, the dew formed by red beads dripped down one after another, with a crystal clear light.

Each dew contained a large amount of water vapor, and after a while, the ground became a puddle of water, and in the dark space, it emitted a faint silver-white light.

At first, the water dripped down from the red beads, creating ripples on the small surface of the water, and slowly, one bubble came out of the bottom of the water, and another bubble came out of the bottom of the water.

Soon, the bubbles continued to gush out, and finally, a column of water splattered out of the ground.

"This small drop of water can cause the water veins to gush underground. Good means. Panasonic Feng indifferently approved.

The spring came up, and after a while, the water did not reach Matsushita's knees.

The water of the spring is cold, and the air is filled with a sweet smell, mixed with the strange fragrance emitted by red beads, which makes people feel comfortable and relaxed, and the fatigue caused by days of hard fighting is swept away. It's even better than the effect of having the recovery power of the Kuma.

Matsushita took a deep breath and really felt that his body was recovering.

Not only that, but even the extremely corrosive stench of black flowstone was quickly dispelled. Even, Panasonic Feng saw that the originally black rock walls around him were being purified.

The red beads on the top of his head began to slowly rise. Just after Chizhu left him some distance, Matsushita found that his burly body was also rising.

The water that wasn't in the knee was still in the knee. The water is also rising, but it is clear that you are stepping on the rocky ground under your feet. Is it that even the rock formations under your feet are rising?

It feels like the entire eroded crypt and the entire mountain range are being healed.

"It's really supreme mana," Matsushita began to admire heartily in his heart, "This kind of technique, I'm afraid Huaicao is unforgettable." ”

Looking up at the hole the size of a point of light, it quickly turned into a disc, and soon it was like a bright moon.

After about a cup of tea, Panasonic Wind rose to a distance not far from the entrance of the cave that was more than ten zhang square.

The world outside is already indistinguishable day and night, and the light of ghost fire is flowing between the heavens and the earth.

On the dome, the glazed world is still barely supported, and millions of ghosts and ghosts are constantly roaring and knocking, trying to break through the boundary between the human world and the ghost world.

"If it goes on like this, it won't last long. Panasonic couldn't help but feel sad from it, feeling that he had just been saved, and he saw such a miserable situation in the world.

When the wind rose to the level of the entrance of the cave, I saw a young monk standing not far away.

The apricot yellow monk's robe, with his right shoulder exposed, has outstanding appearance, and his appearance is extremely handsome.

Although it is the figure of a teenager, it is faintly upright and standing. Look at the attire, among the monks, there should be an extraordinary status.

"It's him. That's it, today's calamity, only that monk can be saved. ”

Panasonic was heartily happy, and even on his face that had not been smiling all year round, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

This was the first time he felt so happy about something.