The Lotus Temple of Buddhism Holy Land is located on Miaoguang Mountain, Miaoguang Mountain has four peaks, of which the main peak is named Niuhe Peak, and the other three auxiliary peaks are Qijin Peak, Nanzhan Peak, Baoxiang Peak.

There are eight bodhisattvas and eighteen arhats in the Lotus Temple. In addition to the Buddha's head, there are seven other Bodhisattvas, and the one of them is the Ghost Rulai, one of the five emperors of the Void Spirit Realm.

In the early morning, on Miaoguang Mountain, the monks who got up early did their morning lessons, and there were bursts of Zen singing among the temples in the mountain.

At this point, there are already many good men and women walking on the way up the mountain to worship the Buddha, and those who came early have already stepped into the temple gate to worship incense. On weekdays, the Lotus Temple rarely has mountain monks visiting, after all, the rules of the Lotus Temple require that all monks must not be involved in the struggle with the secular royal power under the mountain. Those who practice Buddhism naturally want to have the six roots pure, and not touch cause and effect.

However, today's Lotus Temple has a special visitor.

After Zhuo Yuming came to the Lotus Temple, he stood in the bamboo forest under the mountain gate and directly transmitted the sound to the main peak with his divine sense. After that, Zhuo Yuming stood in the forest, closing his eyes and recuperating.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall on Niuhe Peak, there are only a few monks sitting in the hall, reciting scriptures. These are all the old disciples of the Lotus Temple, only these disciples are qualified to do morning classes in this main hall, and the other disciples are distributed in other halls.

The Sanskrit chanting in the main hall suddenly stopped, and a gentle voice spread through the main hall.

"Zhuo Yuming of Fuyao Prefecture, ask to see the head of the Buddha. It is related to the high monk and the ghost Rulai in the flying painting wall of Xingyang City, and the Buddha needs to be informed in person, and please pass it on. ”

Hearing the sound of the monk's divine sense, all the monks in the hall turned their eyes to the back of the Buddha kneeling under the golden body.

In front of the monks, the figure was Manjushri, one of the eight great bodhisattvas.

At this time, the Bodhisattva still knelt in front of the Buddha statue, silently reciting the Heart Sutra, unmoved by the transmission. The Buddha's heart is as calm as the surface of the lake, and there are no waves. It wasn't until a whisper sounded on the heart lake that Manjushri opened his eyes and slowly got up.

After Manjushri got up, he turned around, his eyes compassionate and restrained. Under his gaze, the monks hurriedly straightened their postures, and the chanting sound sounded again.

The middle-aged monk who had attained the bodhisattva status stepped out lightly, and the next step was to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain.

"In Xia Zhuo Yuming, I have seen the master. ”

Looking at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhuo Yuming knew that it was the great power of Buddhism that shrunk into inches and took a step at a time, and the person who came must be a monk in the Lotus Temple, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to salute.

"Donor, please come with me. ”

The monk did not speak, but directly transmitted his divine sense. Although Zhuo Yuming didn't know what to do, he had no choice but to keep up with the steps of the monk who had turned around and walked towards the mountain.

The middle-aged monk seemed to be walking slowly, but every step would be a distance of dozens of zhang, and Zhuo Yuming directly stood up and flew in the air. The direction of Manjushri Bodhisattva's journey is not the direction of Niu He Peak, but towards a misty place, and as soon as the Bodhisattva steps into the fog, his body is engulfed by the fog and is no longer visible.

Zhuo Yuming chased into the fog, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. The figure flew out, only to break through the fog in an instant and see the light again.

The moment the fog was broken, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Looking around, I found myself in a Bodhi forest, where hundreds of towering Bodhi stood tall and tall, and the dense branches and leaves were like umbrella covers, covering the sky and the sun. Sunlight passed through the gaps in the branches and foliage, casting on the ground, dappled. Not far away, there is a lake bubbling with water, and there are white lotus flowers blooming in the lake.

An old monk, dressed in a big red robe, sits on the water. The old monk's eyebrows were lowered, and he just looked at the visitor with a faint smile. The white lotus blooms all over the body, and the treasure is solemn.

But without thinking about the whereabouts of Manjushri Bodhisattva, Zhuo Yuming took the junior salute and said to the old monk: "Junior Zhuo Yuming, meet the head of the Buddha." ”

This old monk who seems to be dying is the leader of Buddhism, the head of the Buddha, and the Shili Bodhisattva.

"The donor doesn't need to be polite, the old man who passed on the voice of the donor has already heard it, and asked the donor to talk about it in detail. ”

The head of the Buddha is smiling, and his eyebrows and eyes are kind.

Zhuo Yuming was here to seek answers, but there was nothing to hide. At that moment, he got the Buddha's heart from himself in the flying painting wall, and then his divine consciousness entered the small world of mustard seeds, and he heard the old monk Buddha's thoughts, encountered a wisp of divine thoughts from the ghost Rulai, and said to the Buddha in detail about the coming of the ghost Rulai in the sky.

After listening to Zhuo Yuming's narration, the Buddha didn't say anything for a long time, just lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, held beads in his hands, and his lips moved silently.

"Buddha head?"

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the old monk never spoke, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help but remind him.

The head of the Buddha slowly opened his eyes, stopped pinching the beads in his hand, and said softly: "Born from no root, there is no trace of coming and going." There is no cause and no job, and walking does not fall into cause and effect. If you hear it, you will see me, and when you see me, you will see it. ”

Hearing that the head of the Buddha recited this Buddhist verse, Zhuo Yuming hurriedly asked what it meant.

The head of the Buddha smiled slightly and said, "Donor, this sentence of the old brother is a statement of your heel and footsteps. ”

Zhuo Yuming's heart was shocked when he heard this, and his Dao heart was shaken for a while.

There is no root, there is no trace, there is no cause and no karma, and there is no cause and effect. Indeed, he is not a person from this world, so he is naturally rootless, unemployed, and unemployed. But who is that old monk, how can he see his origin at a glance. Compared with the inheritance of the human emperor, this time is his biggest secret, but the old monk can see through it at a glance, including the head of the Buddha in front of him, isn't he already aware of it.

"Dare to ask the head of the Buddha, what is the explanation of the last sentence that I heard if I came to see me, and when I saw me, I saw it?"

Forcibly suppressing the churning waves of the heart lake, Zhuo Yuming asked again.

The head of the Buddha whispered a Buddha horn and pointed in front of him.

Zhuo Yuming was at a loss in his heart, not knowing what kind of attack this was. Looking at it, in front of the old monk, in addition to the fragrant white lotus, there was only clear lake water. Zhuo Yu looked at the lake for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared in his heart, but that thought was fleeting, Zhuo Yuming only glanced at it, but he couldn't catch it in his hand.

"Since the donor has come to his senses, then follow his heart. Cause and effect are slim, formless, formless, undemanding, and unavoidable. ”

Zhuo Yuming's heart was suddenly in his heart, but he was full of thoughts for a while, and he couldn't speak.

He was reborn and came, and no one knew the reason, but the old monk was just a wisp of residual divine thought that could penetrate it at a glance. This is such a miraculous power, it is really incredible.

Seeing Zhuo Yuming's sword eyebrows tightened, the Buddha's face was gloomy, and he spoke again: "Donor, my criminal and you have indeed been implicated in the Great Dao, and you must cut it off by yourself. Since he didn't choose to kill you by chance, he has his own intentions. Liuchen has now fallen into the magic barrier, and what he thinks and does is very reasonable, and the son can only pay attention to himself, and the old man can't help him. ”

"Please give the Buddha advice, what is the involvement of the Great Dao? And what is the use of the Buddha's heart left by the senior monk?"

The matter of one's own origin, it is more important to think about it or not, or to figure out the involvement with the ghost and the root of the Buddha's relationship first.