It rained overnight at the Hanging Ancient Temple.

At sunrise, the sun is reflected in a continuous ancient temple, with a trace of rain and mist, illuminating a piece of golden red.

A few clouds and mist, in a golden-red glow, dotted the entire Hanging Temple no longer as empty as that.

On the contrary, there is a kind of poetic feeling.

Su Mo and the three of them re-entered the Buddha hall, and the Venerable Withered Leaves was already waiting there.

Without too many pleasantries, Venerable Withered Leaves ran the Demon Tower, and once again released a thought in the soul of the Demon Saint.

Su Mo silently took that thought and put it into his thoughts.

"Amitabha, what does Your Majesty want to discuss with the poor monk today?" Venerable Withered Leaves looked at Su Mo and sighed softly.

Today is different from yesterday, yesterday there were only a few Buddhist disciples in the Buddha hall, but today it is full.

I think that Venerable Withered Leaves had already made arrangements to let all the disciples of Buddhism listen to the teachings on Buddhism.

This is not a bad thing for all Buddhist disciples.

And the withered leaves seem to have put Su Mo's cognition of Buddhism to a height that is not weaker than his own.

Su Mo slowly walked in front of the withered leaves, and nodded indifferently, "Today, it's like a Venerable Theory... I! ”

"How?"

I...... The thought of the beginning, the thought of the end.

It's just that the word 'I' seems to be an incomprehensible word in this world.

Hearing Su Mo's thesis, the withered leaves looked at Su Mo blankly, and finally smiled bitterly, "The poor monk never thought that His Majesty's solution to Buddhism has reached such a point. ”

No one has ever spoken to him about my word.

Or that people in this world have never thought of 'me'!

Su Mo shook his head and sat down on the puff mat that the dead leaves had prepared long ago.

Shusheng and Rouge, who had been following Su Mo, also sat down slowly, originally thinking that they would accompany Su Mo to fight with the dead leaves.

But I never thought that there was no need for them to make a move.

"Venerable, what do you think of 'me'?" Su Mo asked.

The withered leaves put their hands together, and there were Buddhist beads hanging in their hands, and the robe on that body had faded off at some point.

"Amitabha, the Buddha said: All actions are impermanent, all appearances are impermanent, all laws are impermanent, all laws have no self, all appearances have no self, and all thoughts have no self."

Su Mo listened to the words of the withered leaves, and asked calmly: "Does the Venerable One think that I am self-grasping, so there is me?" ”

"If you are stubborn, then there is no self?"

Withered Leaf nodded, and was not surprised that Su Mo could understand the selflessness of this Dharma, "Self-grasping, foolishness, seeing, slowness, love." The holy disciple lives without me, his heart is slow from me, and he obedience to nirvana. ”

Su Mo nodded, "All the religions that I believe in are ruined and praised for me." Words without self-seeing, can prove nirvana, clinging to self-seeing, sinking into life and death. ”

"So what His Holiness wants to say is 'selflessness'!"

Hearing this, the withered leaves sighed deeply, "There is no phase and emptiness, there is no phase, there is no self." ”

The meaning of the withered leaves is probably that the existence of 'me' is because I have 'attachment'.

If a person cannot break and break off his self-grasping, then "sentient beings cannot be separated from the cycle of birth and death." "And breaking the 'self', that is, the breaking of attachment, is his highest pursuit, and it is also the 'selflessness'.

The Buddha said that all laws are empty.

'I' is empty, the origin of all suffering.

And what Su Mo said: Believing in religion will ruin my views and praise selflessness. Words without self-seeing, can prove nirvana, clinging to self-seeing, sinking into life and death. It also confirms what the withered leaves say.

"Does Your Majesty also agree with the poor monk's theory of selflessness?" Dead Leaves' eyes flashed with golden light, and he seemed to look at Su Mo with anticipation.

Su Mo shook his head slowly, turned his head to look at the vast expanse outside the hall, and then looked at the people in the hall.

"No, I think, 'There's me'!"

The withered leaves were stunned, and there was never a word of 'me' in the Buddhist theory.

Su Mo was not in a hurry, and slowly spoke: "Does Venerable know that there is no aspect of charity?" ”

"Whoever does what he does, he will reap his righteousness; If you give for the sake of pleasure, you will be happy! The withered leaves nodded, "But the lack of generosity also proves that there is no self." ”

Su Mo smiled, "But if I think it's true that there is generosity, will Venerable think that I am a little stingy?" ”

Withered Leaf sighed and shook his head, "There is a kind of charity, and it will be beneficial." Although Lida is a leader, it is not selfless. ”

"What does His Holiness know that it is not my pleasure to give generously?" Su Mo asked.

Withered Leaf looked at Su Mo and frowned slightly.

Su Mo smiled slowly, "What the Venerable said is that I am trapped and cannot be nirvana." ”

"In this way, when His Holiness turned into a god, he also broke off his thoughts?"

A bad premonition suddenly rose in the withered leaves' heart, and he looked at Su Mo blankly, "All thoughts are self-grasping, and they are broken." ”

Su Mo shook his head when he heard this, and seemed to sigh a little, "Since the Venerable has broken off his ego, why hasn't he ever attained nirvana?" ”

Dead Leaf's face changed......

Su Mo continued to speak, "Those who know others are only wise, and those who do not know themselves are also above the super-wise." ”

"Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are clear!"

"All those who have no mind, i.e., the cultivation of bodhi, liberation, nirvana, silence, meditation, and even the six perfections, all see the nature."

"When His Holiness cut me off, did he know me first?"

The dead leaf's expression instantly fell into a trance, and the hall fell silent for a while.

In the empty Buddha hall, all the Buddhist disciples looked at Su Mo in white blankly, and at this moment, Su Mo's face seemed to have a trace of ridicule and ridicule.

Su Mo slowly approached the dead leaf and stared at the dead leaf's eyes tightly.

"I have two questions, where did I come from and where do I go......"

"I wonder if His Holiness has ever unraveled it?"

Su Mo sneered: "Buddha said: But if you can have no heart, it is the end." If you don't go straight down and have no heart, you will eventually become unenlightened. ”

"But the Buddha also said: Heaven and the world, I am the only one, self-contemplation, and true heart."

"His Holiness has never looked at himself, what kind of emptiness is this ......seeking?"

Airplanes!

On the body of the dead leaf, a tremor suddenly appeared.

Everyone in the Buddha hall fell into a stupor......

There is no view at ease, how to keep the heart.

Without me, there is nothing!

Su Mo slowly stood up and looked at the hundred-foot-tall golden Buddha, where there was still the smell of incense.

"No generosity? People in this world worship Buddha, and they all ask for something! ”

"But you want to give unrequited, accept their offerings, and give with pleasure!"

Su Mo sneered, got up slowly, walked to the golden-bodied Buddha statue, picked up three incense sticks, and plunged them into the incense burner.

"What kind of Buddha are you!"

Burst!

Looking at Su Mo's actions, the withered leaves spit out a mouthful of blood as they did yesterday.

The faces of all the Buddhist disciples turned pale.

Su Mo turned his head, looked at the dead leaves with a pale expression, and said leisurely: "I have a friend who guards a ruined temple. ”

"That ruined temple, no one incense, no one worships."

"Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, he is the only one ......"

"But he knows the suffering of all beings, and he also knows the suffering of me."

"He wants to take me out of the sea of suffering, and also bring sentient beings out of the sea of suffering."

"He never cut me off, but put himself in the red dust and accompanied me into the world."

"But he knows that 'I' is sentient beings, and sentient beings are 'me'!"

"What he wants in his life is not 'selflessness', but 'true self'!" Su Mo slowly walked out of the Buddha hall, leaving a very desolate back for the Buddhist disciples, "You..."

“...... None of them are as good as him! ”

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