"Hey, hey"

A low laugh came, the long sword in the black-clothed man's hand shook, and the long snake gradually dissipated, looking at Tie Lingshuang,

"Ugly woman, wait for the next assassination. ”

Before the words fell, the figure on the opposite side rushed forward, and the spear dragon groaned, heading straight for his covered mouth.

His face was pale, Tie Lingshuang heard the three words of ugly woman, the bluestone under his feet was shattered, the bloody spear in his hand shook, sharp and murderous like a sword, sonorous dragon chanting, general order, bullfighting.

The sword is out of the box, and the bullfight is angry.

On tiptoe, the sword-bearer volleyed into the air,

"Boom, up, on the rope. ”

Seeing that the stones around Tie Lingshuang suddenly shattered, rushed out of several iron locks, and wrapped around her, the price raiser smiled, his eyes were contemptuous, and he turned around and ran quickly down the mountain.

"Drink"

As soon as the iron rope was wrapped around the body, Tie Lingshuang's blood was boiling, and the phantom of the green ox broke the reins in a flash, shattering the iron cable, gritting his teeth, and the phoenix's eyes were shining, towards the black shadow, chasing straight away, murderous and alarming the birds in the mountains.

"When, ouch. ”

During the lunch class, Qi Chen watched the little frog monk smash the bronze bell three times with his head, squatted on the ground with his little head in pain, inhaled the cool air for a long time, shook his head and sighed.

Qi Chen accompanied the little frog to sleep in the dead grass in the firewood room last night, and the order was to protect, so he would not leave an inch.

A monk walked up with two plates of steamed buns, one next to the little frog and the other beside Qi Chen, and after bowing with his hands folded for ten weeks, he didn't speak, and went down to the bell tower.

While eating steamed buns, he looked down at the "Jizo Sutra" in his hand, saw the second page yesterday evening, turned it over and over and thought about it all night, and read it again and again today, and is still on the second page.

But said that yesterday, by the afterglow of the sunset, Qi Chen took out the scriptures in his arms, glanced at the three big white characters, "Dizang Sutra", and turned the first page, eight small characters:

Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha

I have heard this sentence countless times, it is the famous words of Jizo Bodhisattva, Qi Chen nodded, and turned to the second page, on the left side of the paper, a few lines of small words in the middle:

Into the hell of Senluo, to the infernal end,

Out of the six realms of reincarnation, on Sumeru,

If it is extinguished, all living beings are afraid,

When Maitreya was not attained, I was a Buddha.

Looking to the right, a picture occupies the entire page, on which a faint figure is a faint figure, holding a Buddhist staff, followed by a fierce beast that looks like a lion, the beast has a round belly, and the pattern on its body is faint. He was following the figure down the stairs, the stairs were only three floors, getting wider and wider, and at the end was a black one, and a golden lotus was waiting to be released in the black.

Shook his head, the lines on the left are also simple and straightforward, go down to the eighteen layers of hell to the infernal hell, jump out of the six reincarnations, go to the Buddhist Mount Meru, after the death of the Buddha, everyone in the world is very afraid, before Maitreya did not become a Buddha, I am the Buddha.

When he first looked at the picture, it was clear at a glance, Qi Chen naturally knew that this must be the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, with a big cat, walked down the stairs, and counted carefully, the stairs have a total of eighteen floors, that is, the lower eighteen layers of hell, and this darkness below, is it the Infernal Hell? But what does the lotus flower of the Infernal Hell mean?

The secret words muttered, and subconsciously wanted to turn to the next page, and suddenly felt dizzy, and was about to fall headlong under the bell tower, but fortunately, there was an Amitabha Buddha in his ear, and he woke himself up.

Qi Chen, who came back to his senses, touched his whole body up and down, secretly lucky, felt that there was nothing wrong, glanced sideways at the little frog monk beside him, saw him blinking at himself, frowned, and lowered his head to turn to the next page.

Suddenly, there was a burst of dizziness, and the whisper of Amitabha Buddha came from his ear, it was the voice of the little frog, his breath suddenly calmed, Qi Chen wiped the cold sweat that came out of his head, closed the "Dizang Sutra" in his hand, gasped for breath, and a small voice came from his ear,

"Amitabha, this is the "Jizo King Bodhisattva Sutra", looking at the Jizo King Bodhisattva, after giving birth to the Jizo Buddha rhyme, you can continue to see the practice method, otherwise, the light will be dizzy, the heavy will be the sea of qi stagnant, and the practice will not advance an inch, no matter how serious, then the sea of qi will burst, and the martial arts will be completely wasted, this is what the master said. ”

Turning over and getting up, regardless of the "Jizo True Sutra" falling on the stone slab, Qi Chen pulled out his long sword, secretly lucky, raised his hand and danced twice, feeling that his inner breath was as usual, before he let out a sigh of relief, withdrew the long sword, and looked at the scripture lying on the ground, full of fear.

Fortunately, I have been wandering between life and death for the past two days, and I don't have time to watch, otherwise I might have become a waste. After hesitating for a long time, he carefully bent down to pick it up, looked at this scripture that seemed to be poison, and sure enough, there was no great luck in this world, he smiled bitterly, sat cross-legged opposite the little frog, frowned, and asked softly,

"Master Little Frog, did Master Daoyan say what the Buddha rhyme of the Earth is hidden?"

The little frog blinked and shook his head,

Very unwilling, Qi Chen frowned and stared at the little frog up and down twice, remembering that his understanding might not be bad, and asked again,

"Then do you know what Jizo Buddha rhyme is?"

The little bald head shook again, and seeing Qi Chen's face was gray, the little frog said softly,

"The little monk can only say what the Buddha rhyme is, if he says the Tibetan Buddha rhyme, it is the little monk's Tibetan Buddha rhyme, not the donor's Tibetan Buddha rhyme. ”

I have heard a lot of this, and the old monk of Lingyin Temple often said that the moves are like this, what you practice is yours, and what I teach by hand is mine.

Touching the bypass, Qi Chen was quite understanding, nodded, and was busy urging. The little frog folded his hands, looked at Qi Chen, raised his hand and pointed to the bronze bell behind him, and said,

"This bronze bell is the Buddha, and the bell is the Buddha rhyme. ”

After speaking, he looked at Qi Chen, who was confused, and whispered again,

"The bronze bell of our Jiming Temple and the bronze bell of Qixia Temple are different in size, and the bell is different when they are struck, the Bodhisattva is different, and the Buddha rhyme is not the same. ”

Qi Chen, whose brain was just a mess, heard the latter sentence, his eyes lit up, and he remembered what Zhang Tie said about the inner door of Buddhism, "Qi rhyme, heart and voice, view the Buddha's dharma, and choose the Buddha's method suitable for practice".

Looking at a pair of eyes in front of him that were pure and thorough, like two clear crescents, staring at himself quietly, Qi Chen looked at the bronze bell, the bronze bell is the Buddha, the bell is the Buddha rhyme, and there is a bell to have a bell.

The air is rhyme, and the heart is like. This sentence should be said the other way around, the heart gives birth to the appearance, the qi will have the Buddha rhyme, it seems that this body is breathing, to give birth to the charm of the earth, it is necessary to become the Buddha in the heart first.

Originally, I thought that the Buddha was going to go to the temple of the Jizo Bodhisattva to see the golden Buddha statue, but I didn't expect that this picture in the book was the law of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, and it really deserved to be the true scripture of the "Jizo Sutra".

Chao Xiaowa clasped his hands together and bowed his head to salute, which was regarded as thanks, only to see him stretch out his hand and point to a large hall in the corner of Jiming Temple,

"There is the temple of the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo, which has all the hellish phenomena, and it is the most accessible to people at night, so you can take advantage of the middle of the night to see it. ”

grinning, Qi Chen stretched out his hand and patted the little monk's bald head, and praised it,

"It's a good idea to persuade people to go to hell in the middle of the night, Master Little Frog, when you grow up in the future, don't learn badly. ”

Seeing him bow his head quite shyly, Qi Chen laughed, stood up, solemnly took the "Dizang Sutra" into his arms, looked at the sky in the west with only a faint red glow, the sky was dark, and touched his stomach,

"It's time to ring the bell and eat, and when we're done, let's go to hell together. ”

Tofu and green vegetables, Qi Chen ate sweetly, after eating fast, followed the little frog monk, along the bluestone path, all the way to the back of Jiming Temple.

Jiming Temple covers an extremely wide area, the Buddha hall stands in a forest, from the Tianwang Palace, the Luohan Hall, the Great Compassion Hall, to the Immeasurable Palace, the Guanyin Palace, and many stupas stele forest, there is no two or three days of time, can not see the whole picture.

Growing up here, Jiming Temple is home, Qi Chen watched the little frog bow his head and chant the scriptures, without looking at it, and took himself through the halls, and couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the red mark on the top of his bright head, combined with some information he has learned in the past few days, it seems that it should be his duty to find such a person in the future and kill some demons by the way.

"Master Frog, you don't have a scar?"

Slowing down, the little frog glanced back at Qi Chen, clasped his hands together,

"The master said, burning his fingers, burning scars, but with physical pain, he swore to enter the Buddha, similar to the devil's way, so he did not give the little monk a Buddha ceremony. ”

Every word and deed, is it not the demeanor of a high monk, Qi Chen frowned slightly, looking at the little frog who seemed to be a young man, and suddenly felt that his understanding might be too high, and it was not too gratifying, he couldn't help but wonder, and asked in a low voice,

"Master Daoyan, is it particularly serious, and is the martial arts particularly high?

Shaking his head, the little frog bent his eyes and smiled, showing childishness,

"The master likes to speak ill of people behind his back. ”

looked at Qi Chen, who seemed to be dumbfounded, and then said,

"Although the master also cultivates Buddhism, he also cultivates the Tao, and also studies the hundred schools of thought, yin and yang feng shui, as for whether he will be martial arts, the little monk thinks it should be. ”

The two of them whispered bad things about others behind their backs and came to the Jizo Bodhisattva Hall.

The general Buddha hall, the Buddha is seated in the middle, the grand and bright, the golden body is bright, at least seven or eight feet high, even outside the hall door, it is also clear at a glance.

This Tibetan Bodhisattva Palace, on the contrary, is surprising, cold and lonely, in the corner of the Jiming Temple, the door is dim, the hall is two or three zhang deep and empty, like the entrance of the Yama Palace, quite a little gloomy and terrifying.

In the depths of the main hall, a life-sized Buddha statue, with a golden robe, sits on a golden lotus, under the dim Buddha lamp, with low eyebrows and eyes, compassion and peace.

There is no need for the little frog to explain, Qi Chen looked at the large patterns on the floor and the left and right walls of the main hall, the hideous little ghosts and the screaming souls in hell, the materials are obscure, mainly black and red, the painting is freehand, extremely miserable and hideous, quite fascinating.

"There are no eighteen layers of hell in Jiming Temple, only eight hot hells, eight cold hells and lonely hells. ”

"The eyes cannot see, the ears cannot hear, the nose cannot smell, the tongue does not know taste, the body does not feel, the mind stops, the soul leaves the body, and goes to hell. ”

Qi Chen looked at the little frog who was whispering to him by the door and explaining to him, and he no longer grinned, untied the double sword in his waist, put it at the door, patted the little frog's little head, and took a deep breath.

When I was a teenager, my father was strict and my mother was kind, and my uncle was like a naughty child, and he played with himself all day long, and he was very happy.

A fast horse, running out of the house in the middle of the night, the mother saw a letter at the bedside, panting and chasing it, and when she woke up, she hurriedly ran out, only to see her uncle kneeling on the ground and holding her mother and not letting her go.

Looking at her mother, who is getting thinner and thinner, she and her uncle change the law to make her smile, in order not to look at the white eyes of others, she practiced martial arts desperately, smelling the chickens and dancing, is this still the so-so self?

All kinds of things in the past are in the world, spitting out the last breath of red dust, not sad or happy, and walking into the Yellow Spring of Hell.