Standing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Wang Li was not in a hurry.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes slightly closed, and he listened.

The sound of chanting in the mind is not of ordinary size, and when it is biased in a certain place, the recitation of a certain scripture will be correspondingly clear.

This was the first time he had entered the Pavilion and the first time he had "heard" the sound of chanting.

[Emptiness] is a state that Wang Li, when he listened to the chanting of Jingyuan in the Bamboo Forest Zen Temple, he accidentally captured.

At that time, the pure fate saw Wang Carp, took a medicinal bath without pain, ate decoction without bitterness, practiced swordsmanship without getting tired, and had patience, patience, and qualitativeness.

After many verbal persuasions to lead him to get started, he did not hesitate to do his best, so he had to make Wang Li willing to become a monk.

On that day, the pure edge of the Buddha's body was overflowing, the Sanskrit scriptures were circulating, and the wooden fish that had accompanied him for many years was about to be knocked out.

Wang Lili was very moved by this, and also showed great cooperation in a state of [focus].

The remaining ninety points, after Jingyuan exhausted all his strength and almost fainted, silently added a [meditation] to himself.

It is in this state, coupled with the full output of pure fate, that Wang Li has obtained this extremely important "state of mind" in Buddhist practice.

Its appearance is faster than a fleeting meteor in the sky, and it disappears faster than a spark rising in the flames, like an inconspicuous thought in the vicissitudes of life.

[Emptiness]: There is no phase called emptiness, and there is no rise and extinction.

If you don't see the world like a lotus, you will always be good at entering the emptiness and loneliness.

There is no self, no one, no beings, and no longevity. That is, there are no phases.

Wang Li's [emptiness] walked in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and his eyes caused him to show his own strange Buddhist scriptures.

Some of the scriptures are chanted as loud as the sea, as if the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats of Lingshan appeared together, some are a compassionate old monk who meditates, and some are mighty Vajra with angry eyes and demons.

There are also verses that require concentration to be heard, or sound like gnats or are intermittent.

Many more scriptures are unresponsive in a state of emptiness.

After a moment, Wang Li felt dizzy, which was a manifestation of great mental consumption.

He threw his head back and ran quickly upstairs.

From the third floor to the fourth floor, an invisible wall of air stopped him.

Secretly stingy, he didn't think twice and turned around and quickly searched in the third floor.

After a while, his eyes locked on a scripture, and Wang Li hurriedly stopped [Emptiness].

Suddenly, he only felt a warmth on his lips, a warm stream, raised his hand and wiped it gently, and blood entered his eyes.

He hurriedly raised his head, first took out a warm and energetic elixir and swallowed it, then turned his hand into his arms and took out the silk cloth, and worked for a long time to stop the nosebleed.

Outside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

Elder Qingchi first looked at the first floor of the attic as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes surging with golden light, and his gaze followed the figure of Wang Li in the building to the second floor.

Seeing the blood bleeding from Wang Li's nose, he immediately frowned, and his feet moved, as if he wanted to help.

In the end, however, reason prevailed over the impulse of the moment, and he stopped, one hand still slightly raised.

After stabilizing his mind in an instant, the old monk Qingchi stood up again, folded his hands, and recited Amitabha.

When he looked into the attic again, he saw that Wang Li was already holding a scripture book, reading it intently.

The old monk of Qingchi did not take his eyes off it.

After a while, he suddenly laughed to himself again.

Turn back to your own grass ball and bow your head in silence.

"All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not appearances, you will see them as they are."

……

Wang Li, holding this simple and even somewhat worn "Myoho-renge-kyo".

The Lotus Sutra, also known as the Lotus Sutra, consists of seven volumes.

Held in the hands of Wang Li, it is the fifth volume.

The other six volumes are placed next to the fifth volume, but those six volumes do not emit the same vast and vast sound of Buddha as the fifth volume.

The [Emptiness] state was canceled, and Wang Li was not invaded by the annoying noise as when he first entered, and at the same time, he could no longer hear the Sanskrit sound from the scriptures.

With the double blessing of [concentration] and "meditation", this Buddhist scripture was quickly memorized completely.

Closing the scriptures, Wang Li's eyes closed slightly.

Master Jingyuan once said that all the methods of Buddhism are included in the scriptures.

There are highly qualified Buddhist disciples who can realize the true practice method from the Buddhist scriptures on their own with the body of a mortal and on their own.

When he first heard about it, Wang Li, he only boasted about himself, and deliberately raised the Buddhist door in order to lure himself into becoming a monk.

At this time, he believed a little.

However, based on what Fang Cai has seen, Wang Li believes that what Master Jingyuan said should also be hidden, and not all the scriptures can be used to realize the cultivation method.

At the very least, it must be those scriptures that can be heard in the silence of the Buddha in order to comprehend the true Dharma.

And this kind of classic, although there are not many of them in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the actual quality is very different.

If you rely on those staccato scriptures that sound like gnats, I am afraid that you will not be able to realize anything in a lifetime.

The higher you go up, the more scriptures come out of the Buddha's voice, and the clearer and brighter the sound becomes.

Especially when he glanced at it in a hurry, on the highest floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Wang Li seemed to have really "heard" the Great Leiyin Temple of the West Tianling Mountain.

There really is a treasure in the White Dragon Temple.

It's a pity that if he doesn't leave home, I'm afraid that no monk in the White Dragon Temple will allow him to go up.

It's just that, with a Buddhist scripture, how can you understand the cultivation method?

Wang Li's contemplation continued, the scriptures kept circulating in his mind, his mind melted into the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and he escaped into a fugue for a while.

After a long time, Wang Li came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and a sad look appeared on his tender face.

I have the understanding of this Dharma, but what about the good practice method?

Outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old monk of Qingchi laughed happily again.

He pinched the Buddha seal in his hand and looked at the entire attic of the scriptures.

Just now Wang Li's performance has completely won his love, there are many classics in the scripture building, full of the efforts of the monks of the past dynasties, and the scriptures in the building naturally gather many ideas, intertwined and mixed. Many monks will be shocked and faint when they enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for the first time, even if they have cultivation, they will inevitably suffer a dark loss if they are not prepared.

This in itself is also a means of defense for the Scripture Pavilion.

However, Wang Li, who was just stumbling, quickly adjusted, and then looked calm and calm.

It can be seen that the strength of its soul and the state of mind are extraordinary, and it is even far superior to some monks in the temple.

He was naturally clear about Wang Li's purpose, and it was precisely because of this that he smiled even more happily.

How can it be so easy to understand the method of cultivation from the scriptures?

The last person to do this appeared thousands of years ago, and later became the abbot, and the legacy left by that generation of monks still benefits Bailong Temple to this day.

Of course, even if Wang Li can't do it, it doesn't affect the old monk Qingchi's opinion of him.

"Well, later, when he returns empty-handed and empty-handed, the poor monk will make a timely move, and he will definitely be able to introduce him to Buddhism." Thinking of this, the old monk of Qingchi smiled even more deeply, and stroked his gray beard beautifully.

Amitabha, Pure Destiny Master and Nephew, you will soon have one more junior brother.

……

Wang Li pondered in the attic for a long time.

Then he held the elixir in his mouth, a silk cloth in one hand, and a Buddhist scripture in the other.

[Emptiness]!

As soon as the thought arises, the sound of Buddha enters the soul in an instant.

The sound of many scriptures in the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is clearly layered, and Wang Li concentrated on the "Myoho-renge-kyo" in his hand, and for a time many other Buddhist sounds disappeared, only the sound of "Myoho-renge-kyo" is still in his ears.

At this moment, Wang Li's body suddenly changed rapidly, from this ancient attic of the scriptures, through thousands of time and space, suddenly came to a treasure temple on the top of a mountain.

This mountain Buddha light shrouded, the clouds steamed, a golden temple towering, a high monk group sat under the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, hands folded, eyes slightly closed, compassion chanting.

And the king sat down in front of him.

In the mouth of the high monk, the golden scriptures flowed, and after flying through the space, the body of Wang Li's body continued to whirl.

In a state of emptiness, Wang Li's thoughts were completely immersed in it, and he didn't wander away.

Less.

After the fifth volume of the Myoho-renge-kyo was recited by the monks, the floating and swirling golden scriptures had completely enveloped the king.

Immediately after, these golden scriptures suddenly shrank inward, and instantly poured into Wang Li's body.

He suddenly gained the power of inner vision, and watched as these scriptures were injected, dissolved, and fused, and everywhere he went, the meridians were lit up quickly and orderly.

At the same time, inside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

With the integration of the golden scriptures, Wang Li's slightly thin body shrouded in gray monk's robe suddenly and slowly floated out a petal.

The petals are very full, the inside is creamy white to pink, and the outer layer is plated with a faint golden glow.

There are two when there is one.

Immediately after that, more and more lotus petals poured out one after another, listening to them fluttering in the air automatically and lightly, and the golden light gradually intensified, so that the gray monk's robe and tender white cheeks seemed to be plated with a layer of gold powder.

Outside the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

The old monk of Qingchi suddenly got up again, turned around, the golden light in his eyes was shining, and he was three feet away from his body.

His gaze penetrated the attic and locked firmly on Wang Li. His lips couldn't stop shaking, and his voice couldn't suppress a slight tremble: "Poor monk...... Maybe you really see 'Rulai'! ”