According to the general theory, Buddhism was introduced to China during the Ming Emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It is said that the emperor once dreamed of gold people at night, and after waking up, he asked the ministers, and finally resigned Fu Yi to tell him, saying that there is a god in Tianzhu, and its name is Buddha, which is probably that thing. So Emperor Ming immediately sent Langzhong Priest, Doctor disciple Qin Jing and others to Tianzhu, invited Shamen Shoteng and Zhu Falan, and returned to Luoyang with the scriptures.

But although Fu Yi is erudite and knowledgeable, he is not a great traveler after all, he has never been to Tianzhu, even he knows Buddhism, it can be seen that Buddhism should have been introduced to China at that time, but its influence is very weak, and not many people know it. If we go further and study the ancient books, in fact, in the Qin Dynasty, there were 18 people including Shamen and Lifang who went to the Central Plains, and they were considered by the government to be a fallacy to confuse the public, and they were immediately expelled. By the time Zhang Qian went to the Western Regions, there were many small countries in the Western Regions that had already accepted the Buddhist faith, and it was impossible not to introduce it to the mainland through the Silk Road. In the Western Han Dynasty, there was a record that the king of the Dayue clan sent Yi Cun to China to dictate the "Futu Sutra" to Qin Jingxian, a disciple of the doctor.

Therefore, it has been at least two or three hundred years since Buddhism was introduced to China, and it is impossible for Zhang Lu not to know. Besides, it is said that the emperor built the White Horse Temple (formerly known as Zhaoti Temple) in Luoyang and settled Chemoteng and others, so when he was a Langguan in Luoyang, he also saw monks go to the city to buy vegetables from afar...... It's just that Buddhism is really popular in China until the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the number of local monks is very scarce in these years, and he didn't expect to see a Buddhist temple on Songshan Mountain, which is really beyond his expectations.

When I was put into the temple and asked, I realized that I was out. Originally, this Fawang Temple was built in the 14th year of Emperor Yongping of the Ming Dynasty of the Han Dynasty, only three years later than the White Horse Temple of Luoyang, although it was also built by the edict, but the incense was not vigorous, and it was 108,000 miles worse than the White Horse Temple. At present, there are only about 30 monks in the temple.

The abbot of Fawang Temple is named Fajing, and it is said that he once asked An Xuan for Buddhism - An Xuan is a native of the rest country, arrived in Luoyang more than ten years ago, and was worshiped by Emperor Ling as a riding captain, known as "Du Wei Xuan", and Yan Buddha translated a number of Buddhist scriptures, and died soon after-more than 50 years old, looking at the benevolent eyebrows, it is indeed the image of a monk. Zhang Lu was strange that no matter what he saw in Luoyang City or what he saw in Fawang Temple now, there was no incense scar on the monk's head, but he didn't dare to ask more.

- Fortunately, he didn't ask, in fact, the monk burned the ring scar at the top door, this habit began in the Yuan Dynasty, and there are still more than a thousand years from here. Even if he really asked, the magic mirror would definitely be dumbfounded and inexplicable.

Zhang Lu entered the temple, greeted the monk of Fajing, first reported his name, and then asked about the situation of Fawang Temple. It turns out that recently Henan soldiers are continuous, there are often thieves into the temple to loot, and even kill and injure the monks, in desperation, the monks have to strengthen the courtyard wall, and take up arms to protect the temple, at this moment of the Fawang Temple, in fact, there is no difference with the small dock fort of the people. Fa Jing sighed: "Our Shamen, quiet self-cultivation, is not involved in mundane affairs, let alone harming life. Unexpectedly, the monks discussed and made weapons, and I could not stop it—this is the creation of karma, and I will suffer the consequences. ”

Zhang Lu comforted him, saying that this is also a matter of no choice, the Buddha can cut meat and feed eagles, we mortals can't reach that kind of realm, right? Besides, if you stand up and take a knife from someone, you will not create karma, and your karma is on the other party, is it the meaning of the Buddhist family's compassion? In fact, he said in his heart that in the future, monks will not only take weapons, but also form a monk corps and participate in power struggles.

Fa Jing was greatly moved, and said: "What Qing said, it seems that I know the essence of my interpretation. "Pulling Zhang Lu is about to explain. Zhang Luxin said that I know the essence of the fart liberation sect, and after the great revival of Buddhism in the future, who wouldn't know these simple nonsense - but yes, you really haven't found someone like me these days. Hurry up and say that I am here to find the immortal master, and I don't have time to talk to you about it.

Fa Jing asked, who is the immortal master and where is it? Zhang Lu explained his intention, and Fa Jing muttered: "Or even on the extreme peak." He said that this extreme peak is towering into the clouds, and it is rarely visited by ordinary people - even the mountain road has not been repaired to the top in these years - although we live in Songshan, we go down the mountain when there is anything, and no one goes up the mountain anymore, and more than half of the immortal master you are looking for is on the top of the mountain. However, the red sun is about to fall today, and it is already quite late, even if you want to reach the top during the day, it is difficult to climb to the top, let alone at night? It is better to rest in my temple for a night, and then do it tomorrow morning.

Zhang Lu wanted to say that he was not afraid of the dark at first, but after thinking about it again, it was an unfamiliar mountain road after all...... No, there are mountains, there is no way, this black paint, in case there is a mistake, fall off the cliff, even if you don't die, you will lose half your life. If a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, forget it, I'll listen to people's advice and eat to your heart's content.

So he thanked him repeatedly, and then disturbed the monks for a vegetarian meal. After the meal, the monk of Fajing really talked to him about the Fa for a long time, but fortunately, Zhang Lu is now flexible and deals with it casually, not only has words and words, but also makes Fajing feel that it has benefited a lot. finished sighing: "Qing cultivates immortals and I interpret them, the avenue is different and the same return, and there is something to learn from." ”

Finally, it was dark when it was dark, and it was only eight or nine o'clock in the afterlife, and according to the habits of these years, the big guys should wash and sleep. Fajing sent his disciples to lead Zhang Lu to a side room, which was only five or six square meters in size, and only placed one seat and one case. Zhang Lu didn't sleep either, and after the monk went out and brought the door, he sat cross-legged and began to carry out his work.

At this time, the lights in the monk's room were turned off one after another, the sky was dim and the stars were dark, and I could barely see my fingers. Moreover, the surrounding area is silent, and the slight snoring of the monks naturally cannot be heard from afar, and even the insects chirp in winter. Zhang Lu was in this extremely suitable environment for cultivation, and he quickly reached the realm of forgetting things and me.

Of course, the so-called "forgetting things and self" is just an adjective after all, and since there is life and thought, it is impossible to really end the activity of thinking and the attempt to perceive the outside world - even if it is only for a moment. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was an instinctive and inexplicable palpitation in the depths of my heart, and it was like being in a light sleep, and I suddenly felt that someone was tiptoeing close to me. Zhang Lu hurriedly pulled his consciousness back from meditation, still with his eyes closed, but magnified the rest of his senses to probe his surroundings.

With his current perception, even if a mosquito approaches in the dark, he can immediately sense its size and direction, and may even trace the mosquito's flight trajectory in his consciousness. Strangely, however, he only vaguely detected what object was in the same room with him, and whether it was big or small, left and right, how far away, whether it was moving, but he found nothing.

It was an unknown fear, and in an instant, even the pores of his whole body opened, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on the skin of his back. So he opened his eyes, slowly turned his head, and looked around. It was pitch black all around, but there was no absolute darkness in this world, and although the stars and moon were dim, and although the doors and windows were closed, there was always some glimmer of light penetrating through the gaps - although ordinary people could not see it, Zhang Lu could use this glimmer of light to restore his vision to a certain extent.

As with perception, he saw nothing. He knew that there was an object, but the object itself did not seem to exist......

What the hell is it? Is it a ghost? I have seen a fairy, but I have never seen a ghost, as far as theory is concerned, the gods and ghosts are one, and there must be one and the other, so it is not uncommon for there to be ghosts in this world. But does this ghost cause harm to itself? In fact, the ghost itself is not terrible, and it is the most terrifying thing to know what form the ghost exists and how it will interact with itself.

Zhang Lu silently recited the incantation in his heart, and his true qi followed the mantra - it was a simple talisman spell taught to him by Pei Xuanren, and it was not guarded, sensitive, or blood-replenished, but it only blurred the human form to a certain extent. To put it bluntly, the legendary Western vampires can atomize, and Zhang Lu naturally can't do it, but he can make himself look close to atomization, making it difficult for others to detect his exact location. And as for whether this trick will work on the ghost?

Before going down the mountain this time, in response to Zhang Lu's request, Pei Xuanren taught him some simple spells. Because of the lack of logic and more advanced taxonomy in this year, all the spells of Taoism are not systematic, and they are mixed and unorganized. Zhang Lu felt that this was very inconvenient to understand and learn, so while learning, he started the work of summarizing and summarizing himself. And the basis of his classification comes from the future Western D&D game system.

In D&D, all spells and abilities are divided into eight categories, and Zhang Lu simplifies them and uses them in the Taoist spell system of the East, while adding his own understanding. The first is the protection system and the plastic energy system, which he thinks are all about the use of energy and classifies them into one category; the second is the prophecy system, the confusion control system and the illusion system, which he thinks is the control of information and classifies them into one category; the third is the spell system and the change system, that is, the use of energy or information to change the matter itself from the molecular or smaller level; and finally there is a necromancy system, which has not found the corresponding Taoist spells for the time being, so he has to ignore it.

Pei Xuanren found that Zhang Lu seemed to have a special talent for the second type of spells, and he could learn them almost immediately, while for the first and third categories, he was equivalent to an ordinary cultivator. Therefore, he ridiculed Zhang Lu and said, you are good at influencing the minds of others, so as to achieve the goal of protecting yourself - it can be said that you are good at defending but not attacking, which shows the cowardice in your heart. Zhang Lu pouted at this: "I'm just kind-hearted and don't want to hurt people." "Isn't it normal that the heart must save its life before it can talk about attacking?

The surface atomization spells he uses now are also in the second category, and they should be kept in the D&D system, and they properly belong to the illusion system. He learned the most of this kind of small spells and used them the most skillfully, so he subconsciously cast them. It's just that I don't know if the enemy will attack or what kind of attack method will be used, so I don't know if it will be effective or if it will save my life.

The fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and Zhang Lu tried his best to calm his mind and not let this fear crush him before he was really attacked. I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just one or two breaths, maybe it was half an hour or even longer, and all of a sudden, a strong wind rolled up in the void on his side, slashing straight towards his shoulder and neck junction!

Zhang Lu had already been vigilant, and turned to the side in time, and the wind slashed to the ground close to his body - fortunately, he cast a spell in advance, which caused the wind to have a slight deviation, otherwise even if he couldn't cut it, he was afraid that he would roll up a large piece of flesh and skin.

While Zhang Lu turned sideways, his palms closed, and a flame erupted in his palms - but this flame was not used to hurt the enemy, firstly, because he had not yet detected the other party's entity, and secondly, it was ...... That kind of plastic energy is a high-level move, such as a fireball technique or something, he actually hasn't been able to use it, so naturally he hasn't learned it.

The flames shot out, and in an instant the candle on the windowsill was lit, and a little dim light suddenly spread, and the situation in the room was finally revealed. Only then did Zhang Lu see clearly that the wind was a long knife, and the person holding the long knife was a monk.

The monk's clothes are also ordinary, and his appearance is ordinary, but he is only about thirty years old. Zhang Lu still has the impression that when he entered the temple at dusk, he followed behind the Fajing, and he also met with him, and later enjoyed vegetarian food together, and this monk seemed to have added food to himself...... A very ordinary monk, his eyes were wide open, but he didn't seem to look at himself, and there was no expression on his face, but his movements were very agile.

Zhang Lu hurriedly rolled on the spot, successfully dodged the second knife, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "What are you?!" He didn't ask "who", but "what", because if it was really a person, why couldn't he perceive his existence in his senses? And with his dim vision, why couldn't he see his figure at all before the candlelight was lit? Not to mention this monk, he couldn't even see the knife!

The monk didn't answer, didn't even blink his eyes, his expression remained unchanged at all, he simply put away the knife, cut again, put away the knife, and cut again. In fact, Zhang Lu had a hundred ways to fight back, but on the premise that he didn't know what kind of strange existence this monk even had with a knife, he didn't dare to touch the other party's body or the weapon in his hand at all.

This can only dodge, dare not block, let alone fight back, it is really dangerous, more frightened than when he fought Xu Huang, shortness of breath, as if life and death are only in an instant. Zhang Lu had no choice but to shout for help, and then with a glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw the broken dwarf in the house - when he rolled and escaped just now, he kicked the dwarf to the corner of the house. So he hurriedly jumped up, picked up the low table, and threw it towards the monk's door with all his might.

The monk seemed to instinctively swing his knife and slash obliquely, and with a "click", the dwarf was split into two pieces. Zhang Lu was frightened—such a fast knife—and picked up half of the short table again, but this time he didn't throw it anymore, but swept towards the monk's calf before the other party could withdraw the long knife.

The monk hurriedly dodged and dodged, but Zhang Lu suddenly changed his moves, but half of the short ones still swept his shin bone. I only heard a soft sound of "click", which seemed to be the sound of a broken tibia, and the monk stumbled, bent his right knee, and fell to the ground.

Since there is a physical entity and can hit, it will be easy to do. Zhang Lu's spirit was steep, and he flew away, taking advantage of the opportunity of the other party's fall, and hit the monk's top door with a half-cut short table. But who would have thought that the monk was obviously unstable on his footing, but his upper body could still exert strength, holding the knife in both hands, and suddenly came back in a circle, so with a soft "click", Zhang Lu jumped backwards in time, leaning against the wall, and left a few legs in his hand, just like half a nunchuck.

That's not right, it's completely inconsistent with the principles of mechanics. As soon as he looked up in a daze, he saw that the monk was dragging a broken leg, and he actually stood up again, approaching step by step with a knife. Zhang Lu instinctively took a step back, and then realized that it was bad, he was forced into the corner of the house, there was almost no room for manoeuvre, and it would be the end of another knife!

He said in his heart that he really let Pei Xuanren say, I am indeed good at defending and not attacking, the problem is that I can't break the enemy, and there will be a moment when I can't defend after all...... Anyway, I have already died once, and death is not so terrible, but if I don't understand who I killed and why I died, I would be a fool even if I died!

The monk didn't seem to hear his question at all, his eyes were sleepwalking, his expression was uneasy, he just approached step by step, and then slowly raised his knife. Zhang Lu said that he was going to finish, and suddenly he heard a Sanskrit chant from the direction of the door: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Then there was a large mantra, probably really recited in Sanskrit, and he didn't understand it at all, and he couldn't make out a single word. But when the monk on the other side heard this curse, his facial muscles suddenly twitched, and then as if he was stunned by a stick, his whole body softened, and the long knife fell to the ground, and then the whole person fell to his stomach, and his head was falling in front of Zhang Lu's feet.

Zhang Lu couldn't help but shrink his feet, and then looked up at the door. I saw the bald head of the cloth, it was the monk of the Dharma Mirror, who was clasping his hands together and muttering and chanting. Immediately, Fa Jing breathed a sigh of relief and comforted Zhang Lu: "Qing is frightened, but it is fine." He turned his head and beckoned behind him, saying that he should quickly carry the person out.

Zhang Lu waved his hand: "Wait." He pointed to the monk lying on the ground and asked the Dharma Mirror, what kind of thing is this? The Dharma Mirror explained: "My disciple is also stained by the demons in his heart for no reason, a few bad sir, forgive your sins." ”

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Lu knows that all kinds of negative emotions in people's hearts, such as hatred, greed, resentment, obsession, etc., under certain circumstances, these originally hidden and dormant emotions may swell up until they swallow up their own reason, resulting in pure emotion to control actions, which is the so-called "inner demon" - to put it bluntly, this person is crazy.

But if he was just a simple madman, why could he sneak into his bedroom quietly and not find out anything about it? And in perception, it should almost be something that does not exist! Zhang Lu could perceive that this monk was originally formless, and when the candle flame was illuminated, his material form began to appear, but it still seemed to be an inanimate form—flowers, flowers and plants all had life, and in his induction, it should have been similar to rotten wood, In the end, the monk recited the mantra, and suddenly, the monk seemed to come back to life, but at the same time, he was also on the ground, and "died" past.

At this moment, I sensed the monk lying on the ground, it was just an ordinary mortal, and he was not dead, he just fainted, and under careful investigation, he could still hear his breathing - when he was fighting just now, he was out of breath, and the monk didn't seem to need to breathe at all.

How can this be just simple madness!

While calling the doorman to take the fainting monk out, Fajing approached Zhang Lu and explained in a low voice: "This demon is not born from within, but from ......the outside."

The word "demon" in "heart demon", in fact, was still written as "grinding" in these years, and it was not until more than 350 years later that Emperor Wu of Liang changed it to the bottom of the word "ghost". Demon is a foreign word, is a Buddhist transliteration of the word, the full name is "Moluo", refers to the celestial and human clan, the leader is named Bo Xun, out of jealousy, once obstructed Shakyamuni Buddha, but also harassed the Sangha disciples many times. By extension, Buddhism refers to all obstacles to spiritual practice, whether from the inside or outside, as "demons."

Demons are born inside, of course, they are demons in the heart, and demons are born outside, which is commonly known as demons and monsters. The meaning of the magic mirror is that it was the invasion of external demons that caused his disciples to have demons in their hearts, incarnated into an inexplicable thing, and came to attack Zhang Lu in the middle of the night.

He explained for a long time, but in the end, Zhang Lu still spread his hands and said I don't understand. Fa Jing smiled slightly bitterly: "It's not only that Qing is confused, but I am also confused." "You must ask me what kind of demon this disciple has been infested with, and why the demon has taken possession of his body to attack you, but I don't know anything about it, and I can't give you an answer at all-" If he has no soldiers in his hands, he should not come to this point, and it can be seen that the soldiers are murderous weapons, and we should not hold on to them. ”

Zhang Lu had no choice but to ask: "Those who are suitable for reciting, what is the curse?"

Fajing replied: "This Buddhist secret scripture is taught by Master Xuan in the past, which can calm the mind and clear nature, destroy demons and eliminate delusions. ”

Since it was said that it was a secret legend, it was difficult for Zhang Lu to ask further. Fa Jing explained to him for a long time - in fact, it was mainly to comfort and apologize, and he really couldn't explain the reason - and then he said that if something happens again, you should shout loudly, I immediately ran over to help, and then said goodbye and went out.

Zhang Lu was frightened for a while, but he didn't dare to sit quietly anymore, his eyes were wide open, and he was vigilant until dawn. Then the Fa Mirror said goodbye to him and returned to the abbot, but there was a secret door behind the abbot, and when he opened the secret door, he saw a very small room, and a young monk was sitting in the middle.

The magic mirror bowed outside the secret door—the room was too small, and if he wanted to enter, he could kick the other party with his legs—and said, "Master An, its demons have been removed." The sitting monk raised his eyes slightly, and said expressionlessly: "If there is nothing to do tonight, you can go." Fa Jingyi frowned: "Dare to ask Master An, who is he?

The corner of the monk's mouth twitched slightly: "This is not something you should know." ”

"Dare to ask the teacher to show one or two ......"

The other party pondered for a while, and then said sixteen words: "You and others are all false, only they are true, and the world is bad from the truth." ”

Fajing bent down and went to the head: "Grateful for Master An's teachings, the disciple pondered that day and night, hoping to become enlightened." ”

When the magic mirror closed the secret door, the hut fell into complete darkness, but the monk's self-talk faintly sounded: "Hey, even if you think about it for ten lifetimes, you can't figure out the trick - you don't know the true face of Lushan, only because you are in this mountain." ”