"He's got the heart!"

Guo Fan turned his head sideways, and his complexion remained unchanged.

This old monk seems to be chattering, but every word seems to be exactly what he thinks in his heart.

There is no need to open your mouth, there is an explanation.

Like the rumored Buddhism, he has a heart!

"Don't dare to be. The old monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile:

"It's just that he has been meditating for many years, and he has a little understanding of the art of heart and spirit, which is not his heart connection. ”

"The secret method of Buddhism is really mysterious. Guo Fan nodded, holding the handle of the magic knife in his hand, and his face became solemn.

He could feel that under this magic knife, there was a vast amount of fire rushing.

Its power is so strong that just a little bit of mental perception can burn his heart and make his heart blaze, and he has to suppress it with a three-eyed eyelid.

If it breaks out......

His eyes flickered, and he stopped what he was doing.

"Amitabha. The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said:

"There are tens of thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of people in the Pure Land, and people who have started families have multiplied here for hundreds of years. ”

"If you pull out the magic sword, the common people will definitely be robbed!"

As he spoke, he waved his robe, and the rocks on one side immediately cracked open to the sides, revealing the outside world.

In the sky, the Buddha's light is surging, and the energy is still soaring.

Under the Great Array of Thousand Buddhas, countless people looked up, including the elderly, children, and couples hugging each other, all waiting for the chaos to pass and repeat the peace.

Although they are far away, with Guo Fan's eyesight, they can see it clearly.

Even he had seen Zhao Laoliu, who was pale, and the six daughters of the Mo family who were huddled together somewhere.

"Donor. The old monk spoke slowly:

"Born with all things, the mind Buddha rotates, what choice will you make?"

As he spoke, the old monk's eyes gradually became serious, looking at Guo Fan, waiting for the answer.

He was curious about the other party's choice.

This person is full of murderous energy, the power of resentment is monstrous, and his heart is like steel, he must be a murderous person.

But the weird thing is.

The old monk perceives it with secret methods, but he can detect the peace and tranquility in the other party's heart, and he doesn't look like a big villain at all.

Instead, it's like ......

Living Buddha!

But how is this possible?

There are indeed allusions in the Buddhist scriptures.

There are monks who kill and become Buddhas and attain Bodhi, but that is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, who is born with great wisdom.

This man has killed countless people and is covered in blood, why is it the same?

Does anyone he kills, and whoever dies because of him, not deserve to die?

It's absolutely impossible!

The old monk couldn't understand or see through, but was even more curious about Guo Fan's choice.

He was powerless to resist, but he hoped that the other party could give a satisfactory answer.

"Peng!"

A loud noise sounded from outside, and then the void shook, and the arrogant invincible with a fierce intent had rushed in.

The scene in front of him made him raise his eyebrows, and he couldn't help grinning:

"Boy, you won't be able to give you a chance, you haven't pulled out the knife for so long!"

"Amitabha. The old monk looked sideways, his eyes flashed first, and then his eyes showed a strange look:

"Donor, you have deep demon roots, why bother to bind yourself to cause and effect?"

"Huh?" His words were unclear, but his eyes shrank and he glared angrily:

"Old monk, what did you say?"

"Donor. The old monk sighed and said:

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, you should look at it as such, you are too persistent. ”

"Who am I?"

"Who is me?"

"There is no solution to this problem, so why bother yourself, when you let go, you can be freed?"

"Oh?" Ao Wuving raised his eyebrows, ignoring the magic knife in the field, and slowly walked towards the other party:

"Old monk, then tell me, who am I?"

As he spoke, he smiled evilly, and the knife in his hand was slowly raised, like an executioner about to be executed.

"Well said, don't use this magic knife!"

"It's not good to say......"

He smiled gloomily, and the rampant sword intent instantly enveloped the audience, and the fierce killing intent fell like a substance.

"Amitabha. The old monk's face remained unchanged, his hands were folded, and he said:

"Who is the donor, how can you come to ask the old monk, the old monk has the final say, why bother the donor?"

"But the old monk knows that after taking the magic knife, the donor still can't get the answer you want. ”

"The entanglement of cause and effect will get deeper and deeper, and eventually you will not be able to extricate yourself. ”

Proud and invincible's eyes shrank, and his complexion changed slightly:

"Really?"

"Monks don't speak. The old monk shook his head:

"The magic knife is confusing, charming and delirious, the donor wants to prove clear, isn't this knife counterproductive?"

"That's ......" Proud Invincible nodded slowly:

"It's a pity!"

"I'm not satisfied with your answer!"

The sound fell, and the sword light slashed down suddenly.

"Amitabha. The old monk sighed lightly, his voice was obviously extremely slow, but it came into his ears faster than the sword light.

At the same time, an invisible force emerged, quietly enveloping the audience, trapping all three of them.

Formation!

"Why bother the donor. The old monk drove the power of the formation, and he was also under great pressure on himself, the flesh and skin on his face were cracked, and blood was oozing, but his expression remained the same, and his voice was even more stable.

"What is me?"

He clasped his hands together, his face was peaceful, and he said slowly:

"Mortals who plot to falsely self, take delusion as truth, walk according to karma, do not argue the truth, do not know their own hearts, love and lust for glory, and cannot be true, should be separated, and there is no joy. ”

"The outer way clings to the god and the self, seeks the Dharma outside the heart, does not know the truth that all laws are empty, cause and effect are not empty, blindly pursues supernatural powers, goes astray, harms others and oneself, and cannot get out of the six realms of reincarnation. ”

"The Bodhisattva follows the world and false himself, consciously realizes him, benefits himself and altruism, crosses himself, and attains Bodhi. ”

"My Dharma is as true as it is, and I don't fake external things. ”

He saluted eleven times, and slowly bowed his head to the arrogant and invincible:

"The benefactor is a living bodhisattva or arhat, and he is spiritually free, and he does not know whether it is true or false? ”

"Master Gao Jian!" Guo Fan showed a solemn face and slightly bowed:

"I've been taught!"

He has been reincarnated for several lifetimes, and he has also fallen into confusion, but fortunately, his heart is tenacious and his heart has never been sleepless.

But what is true and what is false?

Is the ontology really the ontology?

After possession, who should I be?

In the past, it was just forcibly suppressed, or an anchor point was set up, and the original heart was steady, but now it is suddenly enlightened.

At the moment, put your hands together and know the sea.

What I look like is revealed from my own nature, not in external objects, not in the skin, but in the true self, which Buddhism calls truthfulness and Taoism calls nature.

A kind of transparency and wisdom emerges, the light of the eyebrows and souls is vibrant, and the soul in the body is ready to move.

"Well said!" Ao Wushu also sighed softly:

"It's a pity that I'm not me, he's not him, grievances are hard to get rid of, resentment is hard to settle, and that's how things are in the world. ”

"Donor. The old monk changed color when he heard this:

"This place contains infinite firepower, and once the magic knife is pulled out, hundreds of thousands of people in the Pure Land will be robbed. ”

"I can't pull it out!"

"Hundreds of thousands of people?"

"What do you have to do with me!"

"Boom ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the rocks under his feet exploded, and countless cracks spread in all directions.