After the round just now, the whole person of Phantom Wu was as if he had been fished out of the water, but the fatigue on his body was also washed away, and the Lingtai seemed to be more clear.

Her sense of sight and touch had recovered, but she still didn't dare to let her guard down, and the eighth layer in front of her must have required her to have all her senses.

The eighth floor of the tower room is also painted with frescoes, which is a mandala. The mandala, also known as the mandala, is the place where sentient beings take refuge in Buddhism and worship the Buddhas for enlightenment. The mandala depicted in the mural is round on the outside and square on the inside, and the outer layer is composed of flames, vajras, and rivers to form a circular city wall, which is used to resist the invasion of evil demons from the outside world, and also expresses the rejection of mortal dust.

There are gates on all sides of the square inner city, and the king of the third Ming Dynasty, the king of Jundali, the king of the Great Mighty De, and the king of Vajra Yaksha live in the east, south, west, and north directions respectively, and the middle main hall sits in the center of the immovable Ming King. The five kings are all wrathful and are the "incarnations of wrath" of the Buddhas, and the incarnation of the wrath of the Great Sun is the central Fudo Zun Ming King.

Most of the Ming kings are terrifying and strange, some have red faces and five eyes, and some have bull heads and eight arms, all holding magic tools, and their postures are vicious, intending to subdue evil demons. In Tantra, King Ming represents a person who holds the mana of Shingon Dharani.

If the Great Sun represents the avenue of truth in the universe and the compassion of all sentient beings, then King Ming represents the strong will in the hearts of people.

Mandala means "to obtain essence" in Sanskrit, and this picture has a rigorous structure and brilliant colors, completely constituting a Buddha world with both inside and outside, and the size of the Buddha.

It is also a colorful and dazzling mural, but Phantom Wu feels a sense of lightness beyond the mundane in front of this painting. Gradually, a large number of scriptures appeared in front of her eyes, and the king in the mandala began to read aloud, and the guards in the mandala began to read, all in Sanskrit.

Phantom Wu didn't know a word of Sanskrit, but she understood, and what they were reciting was the Prajna Heart Sutra.

The beginning of the sutra explains that the universe is composed of the "five aggregates", the "color" represents all the substances that exist, and the "receiving", "thinking", "doing" and "knowing" are the feelings that people have when they see the cosmic substances.

First of all, there must be the "existence" of the thing itself, and there must be our feelings about "existence", so as to form a complete "existence" and give meaning to "existence" itself.

But the Heart Sutra also says that everything is actually "empty", "color is emptiness, emptiness is color" is probably the most general and profound impression we have of Buddhist scriptures.

The Prajna Heart Sutra points out that everything in this world, both living and inanimate, including our emotional will, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, is essentially emptiness, which is the mandala, the mantra, which declares that everything is so-called "empty", but at the end it takes a sharp turn, shouting, "Even if it is empty, then what?"

"Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, Bodhisattva Bha. ”

It is the mandala that speaks, and it can also be said that the mandala itself is the main body of the Prajna Heart Sutra. This mantra is wisdom, the most brilliant and wonderful conclusion of wisdom.

Phantom Wu felt his body and mind vibrate, and involuntarily recited the Heart Sutra with the Ming King in the painting. She felt that the whole spiritual pagoda was also chanting, every brick and tile, every wooden board was singing harmony, the walls, floors, and the golden bells on the eaves were also chanting the mantra, the lights and candles in the tower, the night breeze outside the tower was also singing, and all the living and inanimate beings around were singing harmony.

I don't know how many times it took for everything around me to return to calm. The chanting of all things still lingered in her ears, as if all matter had poured out its life for this mantra, devouring the heavens and the earth, and tearing her heart and lungs.

Phantom felt that she was almost torn apart, her body hollow, and even her soul was damaged and broken, but she couldn't control herself from shouting, not joining in the chanting that the heavens and the earth could hear.

A wisp of night breeze swept through Phantom's face, and the hair on the sideburns swayed lightly over her forehead, chin, and neck, and Phantom opened her eyes, bright and clear, with a slight cold light of a sharp blade out of the sheath.

She was waiting for the upcoming test, and her heart was mixed with excitement and panic, making this brief calm especially unbearable.

There was a faint golden light in the middle of the mural, and then it became more and more intense, and the eyes felt stinging even when looking at it. But she didn't dare to blink, and a voice in her heart seemed to say: If you can't bear it, you will lose.

She couldn't lose, and Phantom opened her eyes and let the tears roll down. After that, the eyes were clear again, no, even clearer than before, as if those tears were really flowing to wash the dirt of the eyes.

The dazzling golden light was sucked back into the painting in an instant, and the phantom saw that the immovable Venerable Ming King moved his lips: "Who are you?"

The king of Fudo holds a sword in his right hand and a rope in his left hand, indicating the meaning of surrender and reform. King Ming had a hideous face, his whole body was blue-black, and a crimson flame burned behind him. The portrait has a bun on the top of the head, some of the hair is scattered on the left shoulder, the right eye is glaring, the left eye is slightly closed, and the lower teeth bite the right upper lip, causing the left lower lip to turn outward.

King Ming opened his mouth to speak, letting go of his upper lip, revealing his sharp teeth.

Phantom Wu clearly knew that the Ming King who spoke in front of him was just a portrait, although this painting was lifelike, reflecting a mandala, and it was the body of the fatwa of the Great Ri Nyorai. But even the Great Sun is itself a name given by people to the highest cosmic principle, wisdom, and legal principle, which itself has no personality, and it cannot be represented by a portrait.

People use portraits and sculptures as carriers of the Buddha, and embody them with personified things, just to better pour out their emotions and deepen their beliefs. Despite their awe, no Buddhist disciple really thinks of a physical object as the Buddha himself.

Naturally, Phantom Wu won't, but the King Ming in front of him just spoke.

To answer or not? This is obviously a test. In the formation in this tower, there are frightening, exhausting, nervous, from light to heavy, step by step, from physical to spiritual, a little bit of erosion and destruction, this illusion itself is also a formation, is a complete set of suitable systems.

Even those who are on guard will inevitably let their guard down under the pressure of physical and mental exhaustion, and eventually be swallowed by the illusion. The formations of each layer are interlocking, using people's five senses to make a fuss, and ordinary people will inevitably rejoice and be happy after the five senses are restored, thinking that the illusion has been broken by themselves, but in fact, they are just being confused again, so as to be used by the next illusion.

Illusions can be performed through movements, words, sights, smells, and further spells through human reactions. For example, the "color" in the Heart Sutra is the illusion itself, and all the "receiving", "thinking", "doing", and "knowing" that we produce from this "color" are the reaction of the practitioner to the illusion, and the practitioner does not react, or the "color" is broken, that is, this "color" has become "emptiness".

Once again, the illusion marvels at the subtlety of this illusion, which unabashedly proclaims to you the meaning of the mantra, tells you that "everything is empty", and then proceeds to cast spells on you under this conclusion. It inevitably begs the question, do I believe all this, or do I deny all this?

If I believe the king who speaks in front of me, do you want to deny the mantra? If I treat what the king says as "empty," isn't that also denying the source of the mantra?

As a result, the mantra is denied, so what is the meaning of the wisdom that "color is emptiness, emptiness is color"? What is the meaning of the act of reciting the sutra?

The thinking of mortals is shallow and complex, and if you go around it like this, it is easy to get into a predicament, and you don't need to use the illusion to exert force at all, and you will fall into chaos and paranoia.

This is almost the most brilliant illusion that Phantom Wu has ever felt, and it is also the most clever deception. It has already told you that everything is false, but you are still at a loss in this "true conclusion", losing yourself, evaporating your true emotions in the falsehood, and then this emotion is used by the illusion to give you the most fatal blow.

The previous illusion can be cracked, because whether it is the oppression of the body or the plundering of emotions, she only needs to follow the guidance of the illusion, and finally withdraw herself. Essentially, because of her sobriety, she always understood that the physical tiredness, the sense of lightness, or the change in vision and touch were just the effects of illusion.

It is impossible for her eyesight itself to deteriorate in an instant, and it is impossible for her senses to become dull or sensitive due to external factors, all of which are the power of illusion. She knew very well in her heart that as long as she followed the rules, she couldn't let it affect her state of mind.

The most basic way to crack illusion is not to believe, not to believe in the words of the caster, not to believe in the scene in front of you. For example, if the most ordinary illusionist wants to cast an illusion, he will first use words to guide you, he will make you believe that he has conjured a table of food, and first make you feel hungry.

He'll swallow, he'll be weak, his stomach will make a "gurgling" sound, he'll make you think he's really hungry — "I'm so hungry...... he'll say that, and then you'll look at it and feel a little hungry too. You're in the middle of it.

Then the illusionist will say according to your reaction, "I want to have a bowl of soup cakes, there is a bowl of steaming soup cakes!" or "There's a golden roast chicken there!"

He can judge which one is more attractive to you by the changes in your expression and the reaction of your body, and use your own mentality to perform the next illusion.

In the face of such a spell, in fact, as long as you ignore it, don't believe it, and don't obey his guidance.

But powerful illusionists will take advantage of your "disbelief" - I don't believe anything he says, I don't believe anything in front of me. "Disbelief" is deeply rooted in the heart, and it is also a kind of guidance in itself, through which the illusionist can perform the illusion in reverse.

Since I think what the illusionist says is true, what he says is true is true. This is again the psychology that Chinese practitioners will have, and they will also be deceived.

You can't believe it, and you can't believe it completely, you need to keep a firm heart in the illusion, no matter what kind of illusion, you can treat it with a normal heart, treat it as a breeze in your ears, and let it blow.

This state of mind must be the realm of "pure nature" of people in Buddhism, without sorrow or joy, without anger or anger. Just like Weichen said, let the dream bubble, like dew and electricity, everything is true or false, the important things are not attached to dreams, not disturbed by illusions, and keep the heart upright, so that you can be at ease.