The prince has been sitting cross-legged on the rock for three whole days, he does not drop water and sits still like a stone carving, Qin Yanhui even brought dry food, and when he was thirsty, he drank the stream water in the cave, I didn't think that it was not for interrogating Qin Yanhui to say what sincerity caused the gold stone to open, I was really worried that the prince would not be able to bear it if he sat down like this again.

But Qin Yanhui didn't seem to be worried at all, every time I couldn't help but ask, he glared at me and then crossed his hands on the rock wall and slept leisurely, and when it was the fourth day, I couldn't help but fall asleep.

Maybe I was too tired and slept very deeply, until I faintly heard the sound of birdsong in my ears, and I opened my eyes sleepily, and found Qin Yanhui looking behind me with a relieved face, I turned my head blankly, and was shocked to see a few larks landing on the prince's shoulders and chirping.

I was taken aback for fear that these larks would disturb the prince's concentration, and I just wanted to get up to help the prince drive away the birds, but I found that Qin Yanhui's hand was holding me tightly, and his head shook me very slowly to signal me not to move, and there was a smile of approval on the corner of his mouth.

The larks flew out of the cave again, and after a while flew back to the prince's shoulder, with dead branches and weeds piled up in their mouths, and it dawned on me that these larks were actually building a nest on the prince's shoulder.

"He finally got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his heart was like stopping water and seeing the Buddha in his heart." Qin Yanhui whispered next to me. "After he has no demons in his heart, he is like a rock in this cave, the people of the Buddhist family often say that the four are empty, people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, and there are distracting thoughts in the heart, how can they cultivate the positive fruit, but the only thing that can really do patience and immobility is like the earth, in the eyes of the lark, he is like a rock, and in his heart he only sees the Buddha and the saint, everything in the world is nothing, even if the birds stop on their shoulders, they don't know it, it can be seen that he is really in the meditation."

I nodded and looked at the amazing scene in front of me in shock, the prince really seemed to be unable to disturb him by anything, and slowly a long shadow spread towards the prince, which was the afterglow of the setting sun shining on us, when the afterglow completely shone into the cave.

Suddenly, the sound of the stream in the cave, the sound of birdsong, and the sound of the wind blowing in his ears suddenly stopped, and the string of Vajra Bodhi prayer beads on the prince's wrist gradually shone brightly, and the holy Buddha light and the afterglow of the setting sun intertwined to illuminate the entire cave.

I slowly opened my mouth and watched with amazement as the stream flowing along the rock wall slowly began to flow backwards, and the flowers in the clear spring on the side of the cave that did not know how long they withered and fell slowly unfolded green leaves, the withered flowers bloomed in the light of the Buddha, and the holy lotus flowers bloomed in the clear spring, I suddenly thought of something, turned my head to look at the outside of the cave entrance, and was facing the famous lotus peak of Jiuhua Mountain.

Lotus Peak stands on the sea of clouds, the peak sharpens ten thousand petals stacked and inlayed, overlooks the stone bone flower fetus, such as the lotus flower with buds to be released, Jiuhua Mountain is known as the Lotus Buddha country, the lotus is a sacred relic of the Buddhist family, presumably the Lotus Buddha country is not the lotus peak, but the cave of this Tibetan Zen.

Qin Yan replied that as long as the prince is sincere, the iron tree blooms and the water flows backwards, I repeatedly thought that it was just Qin Yan's remark of relief and exaggeration, but I didn't expect the prince to really do it, the moss covered by the mountain wall scripture could not be peeled off no matter how hard the prince used to, but now those mosses are gradually fading in our eyes, until the ten rounds of the Jizo Sutra are completely presented in front of our eyes.

The prince slowly opened his eyes, and now he is clearly more indifferent and profound than before, like an epiphany of Buddhism, although he got up, the lark next to him did not fly, it can be seen that the prince is now completely transcendental, and his heart is like a mirror and nothing.

"Walking alone on the Lay Avenue is like a bright lamp in the bitter sea, and now the layman has to mention the Buddha with a clear heart, and the six paths are here to thank you." The prince folded his hands and pronounced a Buddha horn to thank Qin Yan back.

"Don't thank me, this is your creation and understanding, I said that sincerity to the golden stone is open, you can't peel off the cover of the hidden scriptures on this rock wall, that's because you have dust in your heart, how to purify the world if your heart is not pure, now you have no demons in your heart and see the Buddha and saint, and the magic obstacles on the scriptures will be naturally eliminated." Qin Yanhui was not arrogant or impatient, and replied with a faint smile.

I hurriedly picked up the cinnabar and the brush and sent it to the prince, now the true scriptures have appeared, as long as they are copied down and re-enshrined in the golden shrine of Jiuhua Mountain, they can re-save the ten directions of the netherworld, and when I walked in front of the prince, I suddenly frowned, looked at the cinnabar and pen in my hand, and turned my head in surprise and asked Qin Yanhui.

"Copy the scriptures...... Copy...... Where is it copied? "Qin Yanhui seems to be able to calculate everything, even the ropes and pen and ink to go down to the cave have been prepared in advance, but there is nothing for us to copy the scriptures.

Qin Yan smiled back without saying a word, slowly walked to the rock wall, looked up carefully, looked at the Ten Rounds of the Jizo Sutra, turned to look at the prince, pointed to the true scripture and said meaningfully.

"The true scriptures have been silent here for more than a thousand years, and now the world is mottled, are you a disciple of Buddhism, shouldn't you rewrite the true scriptures?"

Hearing Qin Yanhui say this, I noticed that the true scriptures on the mountain wall may have been filled in and outlined because of the impact of the stream, and now only the incomplete dark red color remains.

"The disciples of the Suwen Buddhism did not hesitate to use blood as the ink to prove the Buddha's heart in order to paint the scriptures, but I didn't know whether it was true or false" Qin Yanhui had already returned to the entrance ......of the cave and sat down, his meaningful voice seemed to be muttering to himself, and it seemed to be saying to us.

The red pen in the prince's hand hovered over the scriptures, and suddenly opened up as if he had been empowered by Daigo, and he didn't even think about cutting his wrist, and suddenly the blood flowed into the cinnabar, and the blood mixed with the cinnabar was even deeper and more dignified, and I saw Qin Yan smile on the corner of his mouth and tilt his head out of the cave.

The prince lifted the pen stained with the cinnabar of blood blending, and redrew the scriptures one by one, and the scriptures on the rock wall were heavy and shallow, and the blood filled in them quickly penetrated into the rocks, and a word needed to be filled and sketched many times until the blood in the cinnabar coagulated in the scriptures to appear from the blood red.

When the prince finished depicting a word, I was secretly shocked in my heart, I originally thought that it would not take much blood to depict these thousands of words of scripture, but now it is estimated that there is not much blood left on the prince's body to depict all the scriptures.

But the prince didn't seem to care, a face of piety and respect, extremely sincere depiction, the blood on his wrist was like a spring, he didn't even look at it, I stood next to help him hold the cinnabar to see the shock, and when the description was almost halfway through, I obviously found that the prince's face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his hand holding the pen was a little trembling because of excessive blood loss, but he still continued to describe the rest of the scriptures with a calm face.

I'm really worried not to say that I copied back the scriptures, the prince is afraid that he will be dying after describing the scriptures on this rock wall, thinking of this, I raised my wrist, he used blood alone into the cinnabar sooner or later, and I was about to bite down and heard Qin Yanhui's meaningful voice.

"He is a disciple of Buddhism, and he can prove the Dharma by painting scriptures in blood, you are not a person in Buddhism, don't go to you You are the Emperor of the Underworld to transcend the Three Realms, and you should take care of the things in the Three Realms."

"But he ...... like this"

The prince shook his head at me and signaled that he was fine, I didn't really plan to listen to Qin Yanhui's words, but I could see that Qin Yanhui meant that all things must be done by the prince alone, since Qin Yanhui is here to help us, it will not harm the prince, I sighed heavily and put my hand down worriedly.

Qin Yan replied with a disapproving look, his hands pillowed behind his head and fell asleep, I watched the wound on the prince's wrist solidify and be cut open by him, and the blood that was gushing out at the beginning had to be squeezed completely to flow out in the end.

It took the prince a whole night to describe the last word of the rock wall scripture, the pen in his hand fell to the ground, the whole person was dying and fell to the ground weakly, the prince used all his strength to sit on the rock in front of him, I saw that his face was like a blank paper, his breath was scattered and exhausted.

"He's all like this, what now?" I asked Qin Yan aloud anxiously.

Qin Yanhui slowly stood up, did not answer my words, but looked outside the cave and stared at the east, at dawn the star had not yet fallen, and the dawn dawned, suddenly, a round of red sun slowly rose from the edge of the sea of clouds, the sky and the earth were bright, and the ten kings around the cave were clearly recognizable, such as in front of them, in it.

The Ten Kings Peaks have different shapes, like the eight heavenly dragons, and the shadows of the peaks converge in the cave like a pilgrimage in the morning light.

A lotus peak cluster of ten thousand flowers red, a hundred miles of spring sun cleansing the wind. Ninety lotus flowers laughed together, and the people of Tiantai stood in the light.

Qin Yan looked back at the distance and muttered to himself with his back to me and the prince, and I saw that he didn't think so, and I was even more anxious.

"He shed too much blood and is dying now, how can you still be in the mood to see the scenery."

Qin Yanhui turned around slowly, his smile was calm and heavy, and he looked at the prince without saying a word, I followed his gaze to the prince, first took a few steps back and stood beside Qin Yanhui, the scriptures repainted by blood on the mountain wall were solemn in the morning light, shining with bursts of peaceful Buddha light shrouded the prince.

Tiantai people are in the light of the ......

As the poem says, the prince sat cross-legged on a rock, and he was like a god and Buddha, and the Buddha of the Ten Wheels of Sutras was hidden behind him, bathing him in the light.

Qin Yanhui slowly took out something from his body and handed it to me, let me cover the scriptures on the rock wall, I took it and saw that it was a Zen robe, and I didn't think much about unfolding the Zen clothes and draping them on the scriptures on the rock wall, and then I was shocked to find that the Buddha light revealed by the scriptures was reflected on the Zen clothes, and it was completely imprinted on it, presumably this is what Qin Yanhui asked us to recopy the scriptures.

When I was going to hand over the Zen clothes printed with scriptures to Qin Yanhui, I took a closer look at the Zen clothes in my hand, the red Zen clothes were sewn together by a lot of silk cloth, like a square field, and there were 25 gold-inlaid Zen clothes embroidered with gold threads.

At first, I didn't pay attention to it, but when I fully unfolded the gold-inlaid Zen robe and took a closer look, the corners of my mouth twitched, and I suddenly looked up at Qin Yanhui and said in shock.

"This ...... It's a robe! ”