Chapter Seventy-Two: The Past of the Rakshasas
Thirty meters away from us, there is a huge building, just like the ancient city gate,
Two tall bronze doors are tightly closed, with many Buddhas depicted on them, and at the top of the bronze door, there is a carving of the big brother of the Buddha's family.
The bronze carvings of the Buddha are lifelike, and the handmade details are not comparable to other Buddhas.
A pair of Buddha's eyes closed slightly, and the pupils were very obviously exposed, looking at us quietly,
The waves are not alarming, like an ancient well, deep and heavy,
Although this is only a bronze engraving, each of us feels that this is the true body of Rulai.
Only the real great day can have this kind of majesty, and without saying a word, people can have an urge to bow and worship.
This bronze engraving is so far away from us that it can still affect our minds, which makes everyone very surprised.
Above the huge bronze ancient door, there is a plaque, on which three big characters are written with gold powder, Rakshasa Temple,
I squinted and looked at these three words carefully, my brain suddenly sank, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly hit,
These three big words, each word, seem to break out of the plaque and go straight to us,
Like the sudden thunder of the nine heavens covered the dark clouds, it split the heavens and the earth and split into our hearts,
Every word does not have the quiet and peaceful atmosphere that a temple should have, but is full of an indescribable ferocity.
Any word has the momentum of dominating the world, but it seems to contain a trace of idle clouds and wild cranes.
No, not only these, but also the unconcealable killing aura, which is much heavier than the Yin soldiers and ghost generals,
No matter who wrote these three words, I am full of admiration for them, these words can only be written by the kind of murderer in the world.
"These three big characters are written by Rakshasa himself."
Zhao Changkong's words exploded in our ears like thunder, and suddenly everyone's brains couldn't turn.
Rakshasa himself wrote,
No wonder, no wonder just three words can have this kind of momentum to kill the world, it turned out to be written by Rakshasa himself
Rakshasa is not ordinary at all, in Buddhism, he can be regarded as a famous god,
One of the twelve days, the Rakshasa day, who does not know,
Holding a long knife, riding a white lion, wearing armor, he was a demon in the past life, and a Buddha in this life,
"Why did the Rakshasa write these three words by hand, do you know?"
Jiang Zhantian's laughter suddenly came, and when we heard this, we all shook our heads slightly,
"In order to let the junior disciples of Lord Junfang know that he is not muddy, just a bet by the Tibetan Heavenly Zen Master will let him guard here as a clone for a thousand years, you have to be careful after entering, if you provoke him, you will not have good fruit to eat."
After listening to Jiang Zhantian's words, my tears are about to fall, Tibetan Heavenly Old Monk, you can kill us,
Now you're dead, it's comfortable, Rakshasa is still waiting for us, this disaster is slightly more technological, and it directly ignites the fire on us,
looked at the engraving on the bronze door, and then looked at the three big characters on the plaque, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing
If the Buddha Rakshasa turned out to be like this,
"No, it's not that simple." I took Jiang Zhantian's words and said slowly: "He has other meanings. ”
As soon as the words fell, I turned to look at the others, "Do you remember that verse about rakshasas?" ”
Without waiting for them to answer, I whispered with a look of remembrance: "For the Buddha and the devil, for the devil in this life, for the devil and the Buddha, for the devil there are also people to build a temple, if not for the Buddha." ”
"From here, it can be seen that Rakshasa seems to be reluctant to become a Buddha, and it seems that he can still feel that he seems to have a great grudge against becoming a Buddha."
After speaking, I raised my hand and pointed to the bronze engraving on the bronze gate, smiled and said: "Under the Buddha, there are twelve days, but only he is missing, Rakshasa Heaven, this resentment is not small."
When I had finished speaking, the rest of the people stood silently without saying a word, as if pondering the truth of my words.
After a long time, my father sighed faintly: "It seems like this, but let's not worry about it, we are not qualified to mix in the affairs between the gods." ”
Lao Song smiled and said, "Zhao Changkong, they should know the inside story, just ask them to say no." ”
"You guessed it right, the one named Qi Fan, you are good, you can see so much."
Zhao Changkong's tone was full of appreciation, and he said slowly: "Rakshasa is considered by many people in Buddhism to be a demon, and his identity is a Buddha. ”
"In the eyes of the Rakshasas, whether it is a Buddha or a demon, it is just a waste of time, there is no difference, and the Rakshasa was a demon first, and then he was pulled into the Buddha by Dari Rulai, but the Rakshasa does not seem to be comfortable."
Without waiting for Zhao Changkong to finish speaking, Jiang Zhantian immediately snorted and said with a strange smile: "If you have a high status in the Buddhist Sect, but many people say that you are a demon, can you be happy." ”
"Don't interject, go to sleep." Zhao Changkong scolded angrily, and waited for Jiang Zhantian's voice to disappear completely before he slowly talked to us,
According to Zhao Changkong, this rakshasa is actually a demon with a Buddha's heart and a Buddha's nature.
After being crossed into the Buddha Gate by the Great Ri Rulai, he changed his previous state, and the demonic nature can be said to be completely removed.
But who knows that everyone in the world recognizes Rakshasa as a demon, and over time, the anger in Rakshasa can no longer be suppressed.
I have been a Buddha to cross the common people, who knows that the world laughs at me for the devil, for the Buddha is suspicious, for the devil to cause trouble, this life of the Buddha can be helpless, people are also helpless
Although the anger is monstrous and the demonic nature has made a comeback, the Rakshasa has entered the Buddha after all, and the Buddha's heart is deep, so the demonic nature has also been suppressed.
Thousands of years ago, when the ancestor of the monarch was alive, the Tibetan Zen master had many intersections with the Rakshasa
Make a gambling contract, if the Rakshasa wins, then return to Tianzhu, chant all his life to worship the Rakshasas, and the disciples under the seat are also the same,
If it is Tibetan Tiansheng, then leave the Rakshasa clone in the Rakshasa Temple, and guard it for thousands of years until the next generation of disciples arrive.
As for how to gamble, Zhao Changkong doesn't tell us whether he is alive or dead, and the good name is said to be heavenly.
"Be careful after you go in, when the Rakshasa lost, he almost didn't fight with the Tibetan Zen Master." Zhao Changkong gloated and said, "If you provoke the Rakshasa with it, beware that he will kill you directly." ”
"After all, he doesn't have a good impression of you, and it's because of you that he has been here for a thousand years."
Hearing this, we couldn't help but feel bitter, Master Zu, Master Zu, you will really find trouble for us,
We can't deal with this rakshasa, people are gods, we are people, is there anything that can be compared to this?
"By the way, after you go in, we can't help you, there is a ban, and the three-eyed white crow and the nine yin can't enter."
When we heard this, we were completely petrified