Xuan Bei knew that I was embarrassed, stretched out his wrinkled old hand and pressed my shoulder to let me sit down, pointed to Yang Yuhuan's coffin, and said:

Zen Buddhism compares the human body to a stinky skin, Buddhism also talks about the impure body, the cultivation is not pure, the human body is very short-lived, generally only a few decades, no matter how good the maintenance is, it will be more than 100 years, there is no need to grasp this color body can not let go. As soon as a person dies, the whole body begins to decay, slowly turning into pus, which is full of maggots, and slowly only a layer of skin remains, and finally a puddle of silt. There is really nothing to covet such a thing, and after a hundred years, everyone will end up like this......

I interrupted him, but ants are still stealing life, let alone people?

Xuan Bei smiled faintly and said, Buddhism said that the four are empty, if it is matter, there will be birth and death, and all appearances are illusory, but without this fake, you can't practice, so you can cultivate the truth through falsehood. Cultivating our minds, this is true. In the past, the king of Jizo Bodhisattva, made a grand wish that hell would not be empty and would not become a Buddha, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell......

I couldn't help but be moved, my eyes were red, I took a deep breath, and clenched the ring knife in my hand, "Well, I know how to do it." ”

Xuan Bei smiled, "Very good, you come here." ”

I wiped away the tears from my eyes and leaned over to him. Xuan Bei opened his palm and pressed it on my forehead, and after a while, a cold light submerged into my forehead, and at the same time, the third eye on his forehead slowly closed and disappeared......

I suddenly reacted to the fact that this was an empowerment for me.

Instillation means indoctrination, which means the protection and compassion of the Buddhas. The top is the top of the head, representing the nobility of the Buddha's deeds. It is also a ritual for a master to teach the Dharma to his disciples.

When I reacted, Xuan Bei had withdrawn his hand, the third eye on his forehead completely disappeared, and he said to me: "The lineage of the Faxiangzong is already on your body, I hope you will preach the Dharma in the world in the future, remember to remember." ”

It's a big joke...... I opened my mouth to argue, but I saw Xuan Bei's whole body trembling, like an electric shock, and his face became hideous.

Chengkong hurriedly came over and held down the master, but to no avail.

"Quick, let's do it." Xuanbei Heaven and Man fought, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, struggling to maintain the clarity of his consciousness.

I turned my heart sideways, and with force in my hand, the ring knife sank into Xuan Bei's abdomen, and blood flowed down the spine of the knife, staining his monk's robe red.

Xuan's grim expression suddenly froze, replaced by a faint smile, and slowly closed his eyes, as if in a state of flux.

"Master!" Chengkong cried bitterly and knelt on the ground.

I put down the sword, bowed respectfully to Xuan Bei's corpse, and shouted a master, but he couldn't hear it anymore.

The people who chanted the sutra stopped one by one when they heard the sound, and when they looked at this side, they suddenly realized that Xuan Bei had just taught them to chant, and they did not hear the things around them, and they did not open their eyes in everything, but they had the intention of sacrificing themselves and dying with Baima, and they couldn't help but be in awe, and they bowed to his corpse to show their respect.

The night is long, and nothing strange happens, thinking that Bai Ma, who doesn't know where he is, also killed himself.

When the day dawned, under the leadership of Shi Zongsheng, he took the old man to help the wounded, and returned to the village under the mountain from the fairy cave one by one.

Before leaving, someone looked at the chaotic cave hanging coffin and asked weakly, "Old man, how to clean up the forbidden land like this?" ”

Shi Zongsheng said with a straight face, "You don't have to clean it up, just burn it on fire." The ancestors have been ancient, what is the use of future generations guarding their coffins, from today on, my Shi descendants do not have to guard it anymore, and they don't have to stick to it like us after learning our illusions, if there are other livelihoods, they don't have to stick to the rules. For thousands of years, the illusion of the Japanese people has outperformed us too much, and from today on, we must strive to catch up, otherwise we will really have no face to meet our ancestors under the Yellow Spring. ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone in Shijia Village, Fang's grandfather and grandson had joy in their eyes, but they were a little lost and melancholy.

Although the hanging coffin was to be burned, no one dared to do it. Shi Zongsheng immediately ordered the young man to bring firewood and start it himself, and really burned the cave with a fire.

After going down the mountain, in the early morning fog, I vaguely saw green smoke rising.

I carried Xuan Bei's body down the mountain, temporarily placed it in the ancestral hall of Shijia Village, and decided to be cremated on a later date. Asked what he plans to do in the future, he said that after the spark of the old monk Xuanbei, he will bring it back to the Temple of Mercy and Grace, and from then on the green lantern ancient Buddha will never go down the mountain.

I sighed in my heart, knowing that he had such a temperament, it was inconvenient to force it.

A few days later, the body of a lama was found in a nearby cave, the body was stiff and rancid.

Shi Zongsheng no longer forced anyone who learned the Shi family's illusion to stay and guard the tomb, and the grandfather and grandson of the Fang family let go of a big stone in their hearts, but Fang Zhizhong was used to living here, and he didn't want to move more.

Tang's father lost an arm, and also lost the three-color silver ingot pillow, and decided to find another place to go back to his old job.