This is the last city of a country and a state of humanity luck, its humane weapons were sent to the capital by the army masters sent by Li Zhai, all of them were arranged around Qi Wufu, waiting for this Taoist to cast the last tripod, that is, with this magic power, cast this ninth tripod, complete the array.

But before these elite iron horsemen and warriors can send the key materials that represent the final ritual of human unification, a new guest has arrived.

It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

When he met for the first time, he had the arrogance of listening to the Dharma in front of the Buddha, the transparency of the Buddha's heart and Buddha nature, and the wildness of the golden cicada beast, and when they met for the second time, he retreated from his original arrogance, and he had the firmness and persistence of practicing the Dharma and practicing the Tao, but there was still excessive joy in the fulfillment of the Dharma.

This is the third time we have met.

He was disgraced, already in disarray, and his eyes had lost the arrogance and divine light of the past, replaced by a pathos that was rich to the limit.

"It's been a long time, Dao Chief."

The voice of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha was low and tired.

He seems to have experienced the saddest thing in the world.

The weight of these experiences was heavy and powerful, even the golden cicada in front of the Buddha felt the exhaustion and sadness born from his mind, the Taoist poured him a cup of tea, and then the two of them still sat under the old tree, talking about the past.

The monks are tired, and the Taoists are old.

"So, this time, what's your story?"

The Taoist held the tea, and his voice was gentle.

A trace of ripples flashed in the eyes of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, and he clasped his hands together on the tea, and spoke slowly, telling this story.

He made three great vows.

For the greed for money, the desire to kill, and lust.

The money-grubbers were persuaded by him to give up stealing and instead forgive the rest of their lives for the common people.

May I live my life in poverty.

The combatant finally wept bitterly in front of the victim, drew his sword and committed suicide, and finally killed the last person himself, but he also cut off his own killing tyranny.

In the end, he went to find the most beautiful and dangerous woman.

Persuasion with Buddhism, enlightenment with Buddhism, knowing the story of the woman's past, but also helping her to resolve the knots in her heart, all of this did not use any Dharma supernatural powers, not even the so-called other mental powers, leaking all the way, but simple, any enlightened person can do it.

The Oiran mocked at first, but in the end he hoped to get the heart of this monk, this is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, the great monk of the Buddhist sect, with a beautiful face, a pure and peaceful temperament, and the grand wish of Pudu people, for anyone who falls into the mud, such an existence is like light.

When encountering such a beautiful existence, there will only be two fallen creatures.

Grab him, or drag him into the mud.

Watching such a holy monk indulge in all kinds of suffering desires and not being able to reincarnate is even a kind of destructive happiness for people who clearly know that they are sinking into all kinds of suffering desires.

In the beginning, Oiran did just that.

Seduced, coerced, exploited, and even took off his clothes, revealing his graceful posture and burrowing into the arms of monks.

But from beginning to end, this monk just looked at her with a compassionate and gentle gaze, I don't know how many times, how many years, and even once encountered a life and death crisis, the most beautiful Oiran girl in the country only showed her heart, since she was a child, her parents sold her to pay back, and no one in this world loved her.

Her parents loved her, and what they loved was money; The people love her, and they love her looks.

The dignitaries are cultivators, and they love her flesh.

At that time, the monk carried her through the moonlight and said, "The poor monk can love you." ”

The monk's eyes are generous and compassionate, gentle and sincere.

True cultivators have love for the common people.

Ever since she met this monk, the beautiful girl had never done anything like an oiran again, and one day after getting drunk, the moon was in the sky and fell on the river. The white-robed monk sat cross-legged on the boat, watching the girl dance in the city, and then gently left a kiss mark on the monk's cheek.

The monk succeeded.

He let the girl who grew up in the environment of betrayal since she was a child understand what it means to love others and what it means to love herself.

Qi Wufu held the tea, listened to the monk tell this story, his eyes drooped slightly, and said:

"So, what about after that?"

"After that, the world was in turmoil ......"

"No, it can't be said that the world is in turmoil, it should be that the mighty king's troops have finally swept in, and they want to sweep away this place full of wicked people, betrayal, and finally rebellion, and under such pressure, what the poor monk did, crossed the people there, and attracted the siege and killing of the city lord."

"I forced the Dharma out, turned it into a relic, and stayed here."

A clear look of pain appeared on the face of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

Seventeen years ago, the arrogant and contemptuous, yet pious and fervent monk who had supreme faith in his own Dharma, was like a sword that slashed at him and ended up falling on him.

His body trembled, but finally calmed down, and said: "That city lord also has cultivation, and the realm of his cultivation can even be said to be not weak, the poor monk wasted his skills and was imprisoned by him, I was even full of confidence at that time, I want to use my death to cross this city and follow the Dharma." ”

"Perhaps, as you said—"

"When I said that I wanted to purify the common people and verify the Dharma, I was already looking down on them, and the poor monks were testing the hidden darkness of human nature, but they never thought that I would be burned by the light of human nature."

"She saved me, she agreed to the city lord's request that she stay with him for the night."

"But she did not break her promise to me, she put on clean clothes and killed herself with a dagger."

"In the end, she said she loved me too."

"But, it shouldn't be like this, I should have supreme cultivation, I should have been the golden cicada in front of the Buddha, I just need to raise my finger to solve all this, and the joys and sorrows of mortals should be far away from me."

The golden cicada's body trembled in front of the Buddha.

The proud monk was finally saved by this man who was extremely evil, very sad, and very pitiful in his eyes.

Such a radiant Buddha nature, such a pure human nature, shattered the pride in Jin Cicada's heart, but what was left behind was a subtle pain that stretched like a palm brushing over an extremely fast blade.

The golden cicada's eyes drooped, his expression was painful, and he said:

"However, what I said is that the poor monk can love her, just because, the poor monk practices Buddhism, and the poor monk loves all the living beings in the world, and she is only one of the common people."

"But in the end, she said she loved me, but only because I was me."

"The weight of the two is not equal and unfair."

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

At that time, the monk who came out of the prison was covered with bruises, but he carried the woman who committed suicide in white, and cried in pain, and the heavy rain and snow at that time were only a few days later, and the soldiers of the mighty king stepped through the city, and the spear was within reach, and the edge was incomparable, and the monk's heart was born with a heart of pain and resentment.

Why didn't the soldiers of this mighty king come earlier?

He used a white jade and the complicated rituals of the Buddha Gate to seal the woman's body, and walked step by step with the coffin on his back to find the Buddhas, hoping that the Buddhas could cross her into the Buddha country, but in the end he was abandoned by the Buddhas, and they saw that he had lost his cultivation, and the Buddha's light was clear, and they just said: "The despicable woman is a inferior body, dirty and impure, and cannot enter the Buddha country." ”

The golden Buddha light left, clear and bright, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha laughed and cried, the white jade scattered, and the ritual was useless.

His robes were no longer clean, his feet were muddy, and his robes were stained with blood.

Under the heavy rain, he dug up a tomb with his hands, drenched in blood.

Bury her in the moonlit grassland.

Then he staggered, step by step, walked the world, and came here.

The monk held the tea and asked, "Chief, where is the Dharma?" The Dharma is immeasurable, equal to all living beings, but why do you say that you can't touch women, the Dharma is immeasurable, equal to all living beings, but among all the grand wishes, why is there such a reward as "women turning into men", [for the king's courtiers] [or for the emperor]? ”

"From this grand wish, it has also been proved that the common beings in the eyes of the Buddha are not the same."

In front of the Buddha, when the golden cicada asked Qi Wufu.

On the nine stone tablets, with the Tao as the center, there are four stone tablets on each side, among which Qiu left a lot of text inheritance on one stone tablet, and at this moment, on the other side of the center of the Tao, the only blank stone tablet of the nine stone tablets, but there are countless ripples, which seem to turn into streamers.

Clarity and purity, compassion boundless.

At this time, if you promise to do so, you can let this stele solidify and inherit.

The last of the Nine Monuments is completed.

However, the Taoist with gray temples paused, but replied, "Poor Dao doesn't know. ”

"So, what do you think, what is a Buddha?"

"Heh......"

The tired monk smiled gently and said, "It's still the same as it was seventeen years ago, isn't it?" ”

"The poor monk will go to the world again."

The first time was when I came to the West to preach the Dharma to the world.

The second time, he crossed all evils, abandoned cultivation, and used legal principles to transform the common people.

The Taoist asked, "This time, what are you going to see?" ”

The monk was tired, and the golden cicada eyes in front of the Buddha swept over the lantern Taoist over there, and said softly: "The third time I enter the world, the poor monk is just sentient beings, and he comes from sentient beings, and will return to sentient beings, what are you talking about?" Because there is a Buddha in the hearts of the common people, the poor monk wants to go to the world this time to see the Buddhas and all the faces. ”

"I want to answer her question too...... Seventeen years later, the poor monks will return here. ”

"Hopefully, then, I can understand."

As a result, the ripples of the Dharma on the ninth stele were still gone.

Qi Wufu watched Jin Cicada leave, he felt that since the first time he relied on the realm of the imperial realm to intercept him, from that time when the Buddha talked about the Tao, the life and path of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha seemed to have been faintly deviated, Qi Wufu suddenly remembered another agreement back then.

He went to find the reincarnation of the medicine master Liuli Guangrulai again.

The reincarnation of the former teenager, who is now a man in his thirties, has a tired face, but when he saw Qi Wufu coming here, he still warmly entertained him, and the Taoist asked again: "What do you think, how is your current life?" ”

[Ming] thought about it and replied seriously: "The parents have gradually grown old, but fortunately there have been no injuries, and they can also be filial piety to Gaotang, although the child is naughty, but also innocent and cute, gradually growing up, the wife knows each other when he is young, and the two have no guesses, so it is naturally very good." ”

He was tired, but he was still serious about living.

The Taoist asked if his beads were still there?

[Ming] paused, his eyes were gentle, and he looked at the running child and replied, "The child is playing." ”

He now has three children, the youngest of whom is not yet ten years old, and he is at his most lively and naughty.

When Qi Wufu got up to say goodbye, the thirty-four-year-old [Ming] sent him out of the village, looked at the Taoist with gray sideburns, and couldn't help but ask: "Old Daoist, why are you asking me such a question?" ”

"Why?"

"I don't know, so let's just take it as an agreement with the old man."

The Taoist smiled gently, it was raining today, he held a cyan bamboo umbrella, walked into the haze of smoke and rain, and said in a calm tone:

"Seventeen years later, Poor Dao will come back to see you."

The reincarnation of the pharmacist Liuli Guang Rulai [Ming] watched him go away, and he was still a little puzzled in his heart, and after thinking about it, his parents' health was not very good, and they wanted to decoct the medicine; The eldest son has also reached the age of talking about marriage, but the younger son is still naughty, and the wife's body seems to be a little weak, so she has to rest well.

He turned, and hurried into the red dust; Behind him, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha happened to leave.

The footsteps of the two of them paused, and they both seemed to feel something.

Before the nine monuments, the humane luck flowed, the tree of Yuqing shook faintly, and there seemed to be flowers in full bloom, but it was raining heavily today, the man was busy with his family's affairs, and the golden cicada lowered his eyes and thought about the world.

So the flower had not yet opened, and finally it still spread.

At this time, where is the Buddha, the Tao is lazy, and Confucianism is walking in the nations.

The mighty king Li Zhai's troops turned and dialed back.

The last covenant of the seventeenth year was agreed.

The Taoist returned to the place where the guard room was, many humane weapons had been placed in front, surrounded by a stubborn armorer, the original guard was no longer there, and the fifty-year-old Li Weifeng, who had a calm eyebrow and a lot of authority, stood in front, he was well maintained, but his beard still saw the silver thread.

He said softly: "There is a Laofuzi." ”

The Taoist is calm and bowed.

He walked in front of this humane artifact, with a flick of his robe, countless utensils rose up, and without seeing any other mysterious means, it had already turned into a simple and majestic tripod, and this tripod appeared and had already attracted the attention of one by one.

All those who practice human luck know what this means.

Even Fu Xi's gaze fell.

It represents the social order system, the earth system, the city god system, and the ultimate fit of the world's luck.

This is this era, from top to bottom, countless people have worked hard for so many years to complete, belonging to the ritual of everyone in their era, Hetu Luoshu has been deduced countless times, the Taoist's fingers lightly against this last Jiuding, said: "Go, go." ”

In an instant, this last Jiuding turned into a streamer, flew into the sky, and appeared at the last formation node, and then shone brightly, falling suddenly, fitting into the last formation position.

The whole world seems to be frozen.

All living beings, the breath of all things, the wind, the clouds, the conversation, the talk.

Everything stopped at this time, the flow of human luck stopped, even the river stopped rushing, as if everything had become a curtain, waiting for the final step of the human world's own ritual, completely completed.

today

Nine tripods are one!

The third watch asked for a monthly pass, and went away peacefully and sleepingly

(End of chapter)