Chapter 15 The Buddha Lotus Opens and the Buddha Platform is built, where does the sorrow come from?

On the clouds, the Buddha lotus is in full bloom!

Mulu combs the wind, the dust is not clean, facing the quiet quiet wind, showing a fairy face. The petals of the white jade, the holy lotus looking at the pure land, the wind and dew, the silk rain, render the glory of the thousand autumns, elegant and bright.

Gentle years, amazing time, intoxicated with the past, quiet the past.

A holy lotus flower, swirling and blooming above the nine heavens, sprinkled with a dappled, ethereal soft light like rain and mist. As if coming out of the mud, the dream is difficult to cross on the other side, and I hope that when I return, I will become a Buddha in Nirvana.

A few bends of white jade are dipped in fragrant dew, and the moonlight shines at the beginning of the fairy mist. Hibiscus has no relapse and the soul flies, who will realize before the Zen machine speaks?

For a while, the faint brilliance and delicate colors shrouded like a veil of light smoke feathers, reflecting the silver-white brilliance like the moon, flowing quietly and pouring slowly.

Under this quiet light, at this moment, Han Xuanming felt that the scenery around him was changing. The sea of rain and fire gradually moved away, and the scene in front of him transformed into a brilliant white light, illuminating all illusions.

Han Xuanming's eyes suddenly became bright, blazing light, as if it was the moment when the universe exploded. Such a scene made Han Xuanming couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch it forward.

His expression became a little wooden, and his voice was dull: "What are those just now, what are they? That woman, why does it make me feel familiar?"

"Is that my memory......? Is that the kid......? It's mine...... Mother?"

In Han Xuanming's eyes, a strange light flickered, looking into the distance, his eyes didn't know where to converge, and he muttered: "Why, Master, has never mentioned these things to me?"

"Those two people, did they fight? What is the final result?" Han Xuanming fell into those pictures not long ago, and it was difficult to get out.

It was a long time before he gradually recovered from the shock and returned to the present.

And what he saw made him stunned and surprised, and he wondered and said to himself: "What are these? Where did this light, so warm and comfortable, come from?"

It is as if above the clouds, there is a blazing sun, the white light is surging, accompanied by lightning and thunder, the glow of the sun, the rainbow soars to the sky, and the sky is bright.

When Han Xuanming saw the scene in front of him clearly again and raised his head, he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of him and was dumbfounded.

It is a thrilling, but at the same time, it is also a beauty that makes people's hearts go free.

The Buddha lotus is in full bloom, as if bringing the love of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, the beautiful and holy light, as soft as a feather, as soft as the moonlight, the slightest wisps, fluttering and sprinkling, flowing.

At this moment, Han Xuanming was shocked and dumbfounded, and there was an urge to bow down and worship sincerely.

When he lost his mind, behind Han Xuanming, at some point, someone had already approached and patted him on the back. Han Xuanming came back to his senses, turned his head, turned around, and looked at the visitor.

"Are you...... It's that little monk!" The moment he saw the visitor, Han Xuanming already recognized it.

When Han Xuanming and his senior brother Le Kang visited Jinding Temple at night in an attempt to rescue An Ge, he once saw a little monk who took advantage of the night to show kindness and wanted to feed An Ge saliva to drink. The person in front of him was the little monk at that time.

"Amitabha!" The little monk saluted Han Xuanming, and after chanting the Buddha's name, he explained: "It's good for the donor to call the little monk Fa Yin, and the little monk was ordered by the teacher to bring the Buddha lotus to help the donor." ”

"Master, are you a disciple of Master Guo?" asked Han Xuanming.

Fain replied, "Yes, before I went down the mountain, the master specially instructed me to come here, and after the fifteenth day of the seventh month, when all the dust has settled, and the benefactor will be rescued from the illusion." ”

"The dust has settled?" Han Xuanming was surprised and hurriedly asked, "July 15 has passed, the Demon Slaying Conference is over, and An Ge is how?"

Listening to Fain's words, Han Xuanming couldn't help but feel anxious, stepped forward in a few steps, helped Fain's shoulder, and swayed vigorously.

Han Xuanming's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were about to split, and he asked loudly, "Tell me quickly!" An Ge...... Ange, what the hell is going on?"

Fa Yin looked calm and relaxed, and said: "What is the result, the little monk is not at the scene, so naturally I don't know." However, the master said that there should be no problem. As for what the process is, it won't be long before the donor will know. ”

"I ......"

Just when Han Xuanming wanted to speak again, he suddenly felt his qi and blood surging, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. In an instant, Han Xuanming only felt that his chest was stuffy, his brain was "buzzing", and a large number of memories poured into his head.

"It's ...... It's the memory of that body. He's been killed!"

Han Xuanming remembered that in order to infiltrate the Jinding Temple, he had created a clone, which had been left in the temple and had never moved.

"Is this the result of this? Master, he ...... Ange ...... "Knowing the truth of the matter, Han Xuanming couldn't help but sigh with emotion and shook his head.

"No, didn't the master say...... You...... You ......" Han Xuanming caught a trace of the truth, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally remained silent, did not say anything, and his eyes became dim.

"Buddha, there are also mistakes, as the master said, he is not a Buddha, just a mortal who has made mistakes......"

"It's just that a momentary mistake must be repaid for a lifetime, which is the price and atonement. However, when it comes to the last moment, how can you give up? The word 'trade-off' is really elusive......"

"After all, it didn't fill all the ......"

Knowing what happened in Jinding Temple, Han Xuanming was silent for a long time, and even a little depressed and depressed, and sighed several times in succession.

After a while, Han Xuanming raised his head and asked, "Little Master Fain, did you come early?"

Soon after the donor left, the master finished explaining, and the little monk followed the donor and came here. ”

Han Xuanming sighed again, and said to himself: "Sure enough, sure enough, this is the case, a generation of holy monks, from beginning to end, has never told the truth. ”

"Holy monk, is it a Buddha, but in the end it is still a mortal......"

Fain said, "The master asked me to come here, first, to save the donor, and secondly, to give the lotus platform to the donor. ”

Han Xuanming looked towards the distance, as far as his eyes could see, the harmonious and gentle light illuminated the whole land, like a mother's palm, gently caressing, sprinkled with love.

Han Xuanming sighed and said, "What the master means, I think, I already understand, the master wants me to go ......"

Turning his head, Han Xuanming asked Fa Yin: "Here, there should be two more people, those two people, they ......"

Fain answered: "A few days ago, they couldn't stand the light of this Buddha lotus, and they had already escaped. ”

Time turns, back to the time when the Buddha Lotus first appeared, and Fa Yin had just begun to make a move.

High in the sky, the silver-white light blooms, like an elegant snowflake, sprinkled on the frontier. The white expanse, brilliant and blazing, shining for more than ten miles, like turbulent water waves.

Here, originally a brilliant red, almost purple and black, rendered the whole world, paved a road to the other side, calling for lost memories in the depths of people's hearts.

A large area of flowers on the other side is burning fiercely, as if it is going to burn out the love of this life, poignant, enchanting, and beautiful.

"What's that?"

Flesh Tu raised his eyes and looked around, and soon, he found a white lotus hanging in the air. When I looked back again, I saw a scene that made him feel as painful as his heart.

Flesh Tu was shocked and shouted angrily to the sky: "Who?

I saw that by the side of Flesh Tu, at this moment, the woman had become a blur of flesh and blood, hideous and terrifying.

It can be seen with the naked eye that inch by inch of skin and flesh blooms, and the blood and qi seem to be evaporated, spreading into the sky one by one. His hair was scattered, his face was mottled, his skin seemed to be torn off, and thick yellow water flowed.

Such an image is even more terrifying than a rotting corpse, and it is like a dead corpse crawling out of hell to frighten people's farts and urine.

With such an ugly and vicious face, how can there be that peerless bewitching beauty?

The flesh and blood were about to split, the anger in his heart was surging, and what was even more difficult to suppress was the infinite worry in his heart. Holding the carrion-like man in his arms, the flesh slaughter shouted hoarsely: "Who wants to kill my Azhu! Get out!"

"Amitabha!" A Buddha horn, under the white lotus, in the sea of holy light, Fa Yin walked out slowly.

Staring into the distance, Fain suddenly understood everything and said, "Donor, why be so paranoid? Everything always has its place, and there are some things that cannot be forced. ”

"Even the essence of the tree of life, it is impossible, always keep her, there is always a ......"

"Shut up, thief monk!" Flesh and blood slaughtered and scolded, raising a knife and threatening: "Put away your demon lotus!

"Amitabha! The benefactor's obsession is too deep, you must know, let go, you can ...... freely"

"Shut up, little thief and donkey, Lao Tzu won't let you go!" At this moment, Flesh Tu really wanted to step forward immediately and chop Fain into a puddle of flesh, but he couldn't step forward, and he didn't dare to separate.

The blood knife was sharp, and it slashed out with all its strength towards the lotus. However, the blood light is like a rainbow, but it is like a needle falling into the sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye, how can it get close to the holy lotus.

Flesh and blood slaughter is crazy, he knows that the lotus must restrain bloody and ferocious things, whether it is himself or his Azhu, under that brilliance, it is absolutely difficult to make a difference.

"Damn, stinky monk, put away your harmful lotus flower!" Flesh Tu roared, "Aren't you a monk? Aren't you a monk, aren't you compassionate? Why do you want to harm my Azhu?"

"Amitabha!"

Fa Yin sighed: "Buddha Lotus will not harm people, if she really dies because of this, it can only mean that she should disappear in this world, for such things and things, we call it ...... Inauspicious. ”

"Get out, get out, die! Ah Zhu is not ominous!" Flesh Tu trembled with excitement, and the person in his arms almost turned into a skeleton, and white bones were already exposed.

"Master! Finish Master! He has a way, he must have a way!"

As if grasping the last straw that saved his life, he picked up the skeleton in his arms, and the flesh and blood slaughtered madly and left here, not caring about revenge against Fa Yin, and went straight to the Jinding Temple.

"Amitabha, why be so stubborn?"