"Friend Dao'er, I'll leave the rest to you!" Yuan Qingwei looked at his disciple, turned his head and handed over the setting of a copy world to the Dao people, and entrusted his disciple to the other party by the way.

Du Er nodded, Yuan Qingwei just returned to the underworld, with the help of the power of the incarnation, smashed the relics in his hand, and then crushed all the information hidden in it and passed it to Yuan Qingwei's body.

Yuan Qingwei, who was sitting in the Void Immortal Mansion of Taihang Mountain in the Shushan World, opened his eyes suddenly, and the dots of Buddha light emerged from his eyes, and then dissipated in the thirty-six colors of glow.

Of course, if you look closely, you will find that there is a pair of treasure mirrors in the micro pupils of Yuan Qing, and the reflection on the mirror is one by one, majestic and vast, vast and boundless sacred mountains.

This sacred mountain goes straight up, there are no twists and turns, it gives people a feeling of immeasurable height, big and unfathomable, the fragrant wood in the mountain is luxuriant, the four sides are prominent, there are four heavenly kings' palaces, golden light, silver light, crystal treasure light, glass light flows out from it, according to the different positions of the southeast and northwest, respectively reveal the texture of gold, silver, glass and crystal.

There are also seven treasure steps, seven treasure walls, seven columns, seven nets, and seven rows of trees, blocking the inside and outside.

'O Mount Meru! Yuan Qingwei looked at the sacred mountain, sighed slightly, and a trace of understanding flashed in his heart.

After all, Buddhism in the main world is a sect that has been inherited for a long time, and judging from the situation of the heavens and all worlds, this sect is also a force with a huge background and background. Even if they have given up the territory of the Overworld for various reasons, it is still unrealistic for others to easily seize their foundation.

The gods knew this, and Yuan Qingwei was also clear when he got the relics.

That's why the gods choose to pollute the Pure Land again and again, and then cut and purify it again and again.

On the one hand, it is to repeatedly use the Pure Land to resist the spiritual breath, and on the other hand, it is also to weaken the foundation of Buddhism.

After sorting out the information he got in his heart, Yuan Qingwei turned around and flew towards the Jingbo Temple on the mountain above.

It is the place where the Zen master practiced, and it was a good place for Yuan Qingwei to inquire about the internal news of Buddhism.

Entering the Jingbo Temple, Yuan Qingwei was soon brought to the one-fingered Zen master by a small novice, compared to a few years ago, the breath of the one-fingered Zen master became weaker and weaker, and there was even a little decay and decay of the breath emanating out, but the physical body had reached the extreme.

To tell the truth, with the realm of mana of a Zen master, if he has his own heart, as long as he warms his body with one mana, he can regain his youth and increase the longevity of a jiazi. Then slowly polished, and it didn't take long for the body of an earth immortal to be completed.

But this is not consistent with the practice of the Zen master himself, who is still in the midst of a tribulation, polishing his mana and running the Dharma on weekdays, but also does not leave a little warmth and nourishment of the body.

Therefore, like ordinary people, Duzhi Zen masters have birth, old age, sickness and death, and their longevity is short.

Seeing Yuan Qingwei, the Duzhi Zen Master smiled and said, "Why does Yuan Daoyou have time to come to me?" ”

"Recently, I suddenly became a little interested in Buddhism, and I want to come to you to ask what Buddhist scriptures are better."

"Amitabha! Wonderful! Wonderful! Taoist friends have no relationship with the Buddha, why bother to look at the Buddha scriptures and ask for fish? ”

"Oh?" Yuan Qingwei said with some novelty: "Other monks wish that the more people there are, the better, why do you persuade me not to study Buddhism?" ”

"You are sincerely learning Buddhism, and the poor monk must accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher and teach you the Dafa of Buddhism, but now you have a great way in your heart, how to learn the Dharma, the Dharma falls into your hands, either into magic, or into the Tao." Speaking of this, the Duzhi Zen master said with a smile: "Why should I waste all this time? With that in mind, I might as well spend more time translating the scriptures. ”

"You're sincere!" Yuan Qingwei shook his head and sighed: "However, I borrowed your scriptures to observe, no problem!" ”

The Zen master still shook his head and said, "If you have to see it, you can do it." But there is a little story here from the poor monk, I don't know if you would like to hear it. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"Anyway, it was about four or five hundred years ago! There was a monk who devoted himself to the Buddha and recited sutras, meditated, and copied scriptures every day. But compared to the brothers on the side, he is always one step slower, and he always can't learn the essence of Buddhism. Over time, he just thought of another method - burning his fingers and offering to the Buddha. ”

Yuan Qingwei heard this, and vaguely guessed what the Zen master had misunderstood, but he didn't break it, and continued to listen to his story.

"The first time he burned his fingers, the monk burned half of his little thumb, and that night it was a great advance in Buddhism, surpassing almost all the brothers and sisters. But his teacher was not happy, and the monk did not understand that the Lotus Sutra has a cloud: to be able to burn a finger, or even a finger of a foot, and to make offerings to a stupa is better than a country, a wife, and three thousand lands, mountains, forests, rivers, pools, treasures, and offerings. ”

"The Lengyan Sutra Yiyun: If after I am extinguished, a bhikshu who decides to practice samadhi can light a lamp on his body, burn a knuckle and burn a incense stick on his body before the image of Nyorai, I say that he is a human being, and he will be rewarded for a while without a beginning, and he will be free from all omissions forever. Although it is not immediately clear that there is no path to enlightenment, it is a person who has already determined his mind in the Fa. If you don't sacrifice your life for this, even if you do nothing, you will repay the living and pay them for their debts, just like my Ma Mai Zheng and so on. ”

"Burning your fingers to offer to the Buddha is obviously a great merit, why is the teacher unhappy."

When the Zen Master said this, he looked at Yuan Qingwei and said, "Do you know why?" ”

Yuan Qingwei thought for a while and said: "There is a cloud in "The Sutra of Causes": Burning one's body in vain, can you extinguish sin? Burning your fingers to offer to the Buddha is not necessarily for people to actually burn themselves to worship the Buddha, or that burning your fingers to offer to the Buddha may not really be good for practice. The monk thought that the Dharma had advanced greatly because he burned his fingers to offer to the Buddha, but his stomach and intestines were not because of his daily accumulation. ”

"Daoist friends are really extremely perceptive, and they have a wide range of knowledge, and even have read the "Sutra of Never Have Causes", we practice in order to transcend this unbearable Three Realms and Six Realms like hell, so why bother to burn ourselves with fire?"

The Zen Master folded his hands together and sighed: "Therefore, the offering of the Buddha with burning fingers is not suitable for ordinary Buddhist practitioners, and the premise of burning fingers is to maintain great compassion and ignore all kinds of sorrows and troubles in the burning process, so as to sense the power of the Buddha." ”

"It's a pity that the monk didn't understand the subtleties at the beginning, and he was delusional, and he always felt that his master didn't like him, so he felt that burning his fingers to offer to the Buddha was not the right way. He burned his fingers again and again, and although his supernatural powers became more and more extensive, the essence of the Dharma he comprehended became less and less, and finally he was burned to the point that only one finger remained. ”

At this time, the monk already had the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and he went out to slay demons and subdue demons, trying to accumulate boundless merits. But he doesn't know compassion, no matter whether it's good or bad, right or wrong, as long as the other party's cultivation power is not pure, and his breath is obscure, he will do it directly. It's also a big name. ”

Yuan Qing lowered his gaze slightly, he had already guessed who the protagonist of the story was, and he said softly: "Dare to ask, how did this Zen master become enlightened in the end?" ”

"Murderers, people always kill them, and the monk's indiscriminate and wanton killing of the demon sect monks in the side door naturally attracted the attention of some old demon cultivators. With mental calculation or unintentionality, the monk almost died. ”

"Afterwards, although the monk survived, his supernatural powers were also seven or eight out of ten, and there were even two or three years left, and he couldn't use the slightest, relying on begging to survive."

Hearing this, Yuan Qingwei probably guessed the plot behind it, and said flatly: "Come to think of it, the Zen master has comprehended the true meaning of Buddhism in the past two or three years. ”

"Amitabha! Wonderful! Wonderful! The Zen master proclaimed the Buddha's name and said with a little regret: "Back then, the poor monks acted unscrupulously, so that after they were down, no one helped. In the end, I could only watch a benefactor who kindly brought me dough fall off a cliff and die in front of me, during which the benefactor actually had a chance to climb up, as long as the poor monk could pull him, he could come up. ”

After speaking, the Duzhi Zen master sighed again: "From then on, the poor monk has been enlightened, and Buddhism has also advanced by leaps and bounds, knowing that the sins committed in the past are to make a grand wish, to reincarnate in nine lifetimes, and accumulate millions of good deeds to repay." Now he is the eighth generation of the poor monk, and he has accumulated more than 800,000 yuan for his good deeds, but he still can't pay off the cause and effect of the past. ”

"The greater the supernatural power, the heavier the anger, if there is no deep enough realm, it will inevitably be easy to suffer backlash, and eventually seek the Buddha to become a demon."

Yuan Qingwei said, just shook his head and said: "I understand the kindness of the Zen master, but I still want to ask, can I borrow Buddhist scriptures from the Zen master?" ”

"Hey!" The Duzhi Zen Master shook his head and said: "The poor monk has something to say in advance, if Yuan Daoyou is willing, as long as he listens to the story of the poor monk, he will naturally not lie." It's just that the poor monk still hopes that Taoist friends can think carefully about one or two, and never lose the Tao because of a small loss, in order to learn the Dharma, and finally fall into magic. ”

"Thank you for the Zen master's concern, I have my own measure, if the Zen master is not at ease, you can supervise me, it just so happens that I don't know much about the Buddhist scriptures, and I still need the guidance of the Zen master."

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