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What is the difference between extinction and destruction?

How can it be explained? The so-called outside the heart cannot be also. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Do you think that the world is impermanent, that human feelings are indifferent, that you are skeletal and that you are extremely disgusted with centrifugation and practice Buddhism, are you biased towards emptiness or existence?

Note that there is no compassion here, Buddhism has the theory of cause and effect, there is the theory of reincarnation, and killing a person is the cause and effect of him, and he has this reincarnation. It is for transcendence, it is for extinction.

To use an analogy. Let's take the love of men and women as an example, in the past, they were in love with concubines, warm and lingering, and once they broke up; a certain man or a certain woman, learned from the pain, thought carefully, and had a deeper understanding of love, the so-called fate and fate, must have a share of fate, and cannot be forced; when they meet love again, do they feel that love is just like that, lukewarm, or do they feel that there is true love in the world after all, and there is true love in the world after all? I think, whether it is self-abandonment or self-protection, the so-called maturity, a heart is indifferent, this situation is the majority. This is emptiness, and the so-called love is just like that, this is emptiness.

It's just not a very apt analogy.

To Zhang Cuilu and others, Wuxu first said that "silence is not destruction" and that "the Mahayana must eventually be practiced", because he felt that it was reasonable to be friendly to all sentient beings and prefer to have, but then he said that "there is no difference in the end", in fact, there is no bias between emptiness and existence.

This is not just a question of love and non-love that is involved in the above parable, but a question of not being biased if you want to practice Buddhism. Whether it is empty, existential, loved, hateful, should not be greedy, should not be attached, all are dream bubbles, such as dew and electricity, should be viewed as such.

In a word, in fact, it is fundamentally underestimated, or denied emptiness and existence, love and hate, everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, if you don't move, just watch from the wall.

From this point of view, what is the difference between the so-called extinction and the so-called destruction?

Yes, Wuxu sighed, there is no difference.

When Wuxu said these words to Zhang Cuilu and the others, the high monk of the Divine Palace flew in with the left and right, as well as the "resurrected" samurai. These few of them, outside the cave, noticed that the ghost cultivators here were all killed, and when they went to the cave, they saw Wuxu and others in the costumes of Middle Earth, and without saying a word, they sacrificed their killing moves.

"What a high priest of the Divine Palace, it turns out that he is colluding with the ghost cultivator of the White Bone Cave!" Wuxu looked at the "resurrected" warrior who was extremely stiff, sneered, and took action himself.

Among them, the old monks, with the four attendants on the left and right, all recite the mantra, the Buddha seal in the hand, the Buddha's light is shining, there is a faint Sanskrit chanting in the void, there are faintly Bodhisattvas Vajra emerges, three heads and six arms, each holding a Dharma instrument, the shape is extremely solemn.

Wu Xuan sat on the big black stone, his face expressionless, as if there was nothing, and when his hands were separated, a silent aura flew out, gray and dead.

"Netherworld!" the old monk was startled, and his face was incredibly frightened. But it was difficult to escape this catastrophe, and like the left and right attendants, they were reduced to nothing in the aura of enlightenment and silence. The samurai who was "resurrected" and stiff was no exception.

In the cave of bones, the dead air is even heavier. That's because they've been gone.

Zhang Cuilu and the others, with a frightened look on their faces for the first time, flew into the distance, sacrificed the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, and looked at Wuxu uneasily.

Enlightenment, the flesh is shriveled, the eyes are empty, if it is not for the faint Buddha light released from the body, there is no doubt about zombies.

Satoru looked at the eight of them faintly, but he was hesitating in his heart how to explain. Say that silence is destruction, and what is the truth that transcends all this?

Zhang Cuilu and the others looked at Wuxu in disbelief. They felt that the realization at this moment, perhaps because of absorbing the breath of death, had already fallen into the demon, and they could not feel a trace of warmth, which was extremely strange and dangerous.

Enlightened, his breath is constantly changing, and his expression is always indifferent. He couldn't explain to Zhang Cuilu and the others, but when he was enlightened at this moment, the so-called high monks of the Divine Palace came with puppet warriors, and Wuxu felt that they were despicable in manipulating the dead, and he had a murderous intent to destroy these five people with the aura of annihilation. But because of this, he pulled his original immovable heart to the empty side slightly, briefly. Silence is destruction, and I can't help but extinguish this cadre, destroy it, die and not enter reincarnation.

Back to the parable at the beginning of this chapter. When you are indifferent to emptiness and existence, love and affection, and don't care about it, can you say emptiness and nothingness to people who have sentient beings, to people who believe in love and affection?

They are devoted to the Buddha, remembering to be kind to others, and to have affection for sentient beings, but you say that sentient beings are not sentient beings, and they should be extinguished. They have a vacuum, but you say emptiness and suffering.

It was this time that he killed the demon monk of the Divine Palace and the samurai who "came back from the dead", and Wuxu was also biased, preferring to be extinguished, rather than painstakingly igniting. Is this contrary to the compassion of Buddhism?

It is a fundamental matter, and Wuxuan consciously cannot use his own experience and enlightenment to influence and mislead Zhang Cuilu and others into what they want to do and what path they will take in the future.

Therefore, Wuxu reluctantly restrained the breath of death that had just been released, and did not explain it clearly to Zhang Cuilu and the others, who were already suspicious at this moment.

"I can't do it outside my heart!" Wu Xuan said slowly, so he had to say so, paused, and said again, "Each has its own fate, you don't have to learn from me, you should follow the scriptures and not others." ”

Zhang Cuilu and others chanted with their palms together, and sat around Wuxu again.

Wuxu smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that everyone was already confused. Don't talk about the people, even if you yourself are very confused. When I encounter something, I always tend to kill, to emptiness, to silence. Is it good or bad to continue to develop in this way? Although there are low-eyed bodhisattvas and angry vajras, people in Buddhism always have to be compassionate and guide people to goodness.

For a moment, there was silence in the bone cave. The remnants of the dead air, with a trajectory that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, slowly moves, and seems to be everywhere, giving people an extremely depressed and dull feeling.

Suddenly, like a gust of wind, it blew in. The dead air in the cave swayed slightly, like a slight ripple of stagnant water. Immediately afterwards, the figures of two women faintly appeared. Yingying poked it out, but it was not real.

The nine-leaf green lotus lamp is magnificent, and it automatically warns. Zhang Cuilu and the others stood up one after another, holding the Buddha seal, concentrating.

Although the figures of the two women are not real, there are countless images floating in the air, either calm and quiet, or scratching their heads, or smiling like flowers, or taking care of themselves。。。。。。 It seems to be real and illusory, as if the style of a lifetime is flying in this moment, and the style of a lifetime is blooming in this moment.

Wuxu made a move, still with the breath of silence. He clasped his palms together and whispered the scriptures.

In the white bone cave, the endless graceful figure disappeared. Two faces as cold as snow slowly condensed. Its body gradually condensed, and it was draped in a soft and dense silk robe with a faint white luster. Its eyes, like unearthed swords, like peach blossoms in March, can kill people invisibly.

"Demon Sect Demon Girl!" Lu Pingshan and Zhao Qiuhe couldn't help but exclaim. The rest of the others also changed their faces greatly, and they flew to the top of Wuxu's head, flying around the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, and they were about to make a move at any time.

Zhao Tong turned a blind eye and only looked at Wuxu, who was sitting silently.

Wuxu felt Zhao Tong's gaze and slowly raised his head.

The woman beside Zhao Tong, that is, Li Mingshan, as well as Zhang Cuilu and others on Wuxu's side, never expected that Zhao Tong and Wuxu were old acquaintances. They gathered their momentum slightly, silently watching the situation in the cave.

There was an extraordinary silence in the cave, as if everything was silent, or rather all was silenced. There is no hostile collision, no familiar polite greetings, no embarrassing and embarrassing avoidance. They have no words, they don't release their breath. The eyes that seem to collide together are actually like passers-by, walking straight towards each other, walking and walking inexplicably, and then disappearing and disappearing. Their backs, stretched long, cast on the stone wall in the cave, like the peaks in the light ink landscape painting, blurred, lonely, and without a road.

"You have killed too much, how can you cultivate Buddha?" Zhao Tong finally spoke, and said softly. Her gaze moved away from Wuxu and turned to Zhang Cuilu and the others, only taking the nine-leaf green lotus lamp carefully, and muttering thoughtfully, "The Buddha lamp will appear after the Demon Peak." “

In the white bone cave, there was a long undersurge of dead air, and six white skulls appeared and flew to Zhao Tong's feet.

Zhang Cuilu and the others, their faces changed again. These six white skulls were exactly the same, but Zhang Cuilu and the others had an intuition that they were the skulls of the five Divine Palace monks and the dead warrior who had just been killed by Wuxu with the breath of silence, and they couldn't imagine that the Demon Dao Technique was so powerful!

What's even more powerful is his sentence "You have killed too much, how can you cultivate Buddhism?" Everyone who had doubts for a long time looked at Wuxu in unison.

After hearing Zhao Tong's words, Wuxu's eyes flashed, and his gaze was like golden lightning, shooting towards Zhao Tong, and chanting loudly, "Buddhism has both low-eyed Bodhisattvas and angry King Kongs. “

Zhao Tong, who doesn't dodge or hide, has a lighter body and a more secluded shadow, and has changed his face and outfit in a faint and secluded place. She was dressed in a military uniform, stained with blood, and her face was sallow with a faint smile. The heroic posture is full of murderous intent, and the surrounding dead air is surging.

The past comes to mind together. Wu Xu's face suddenly turned sad, and he clasped his palms together and said to Zhao Tong, "General Zhao, Wu Xuan is still cultivating Buddha and has not fallen into the devil. After a pause, he said again, "Farewell to Chuzhou, see you again today, it's been a long time, but I didn't expect General Zhao to become more and more obsessed." ”

Wuxu's words are plain, but in fact, they are very serious. Chuzhou farewell, after more than a year, during which the sword light and sword shadow, the demonic energy is vertical and horizontal, the glimpse of the shock, the body can't help itself, looking back, the two don't know how many times they have met openly and secretly. But Wuxu's few words at the moment are a write-off.

As a traverser, Wu Xuan can accept the dialogue between the Buddha and the demon, but he can't accept Zhao Tong thinking that he is a demon, and seems to pretend to hint at himself kindly, and also conjure up the scene of fighting side by side in the past to show understanding and acceptance.

Zhao Tong, after listening to Wuxu's heartless and ruthless words, his face changed again. Time seemed to go backwards, the sallow cheeks became crystal round again, and the bloodstained military uniform was replaced by a thin brocade robe, like clouds and mist. She was like a cardamom girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, who had just set foot in the world, flying there spotlessly, looking at Wuxu curiously, as if she had met a strange uncle.

Wu Xu's gaze was already difficult to reach Zhao Tong's body, and everything in front of him seemed to have become illusory. "All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. Wuxu immediately folded his palms and bowed his head, and recited softly.

In the soft chanting of Wuxu, Zhao Tong took Li Mingshan and flew away.

In the cave of bones, it is quiet and quiet. Zhang Cuilu and the others naturally did not speak rashly, even Wuxu also looked at the entrance of the cave, silent. After a long time, Wuxu suddenly sighed, "Disgust is not despair, death is not destruction." After the accident, still hold on to the heart. It's easy to say, but it's a lot of difficulty when it comes to cultivating. “

Tonight's things are quite weird, everyone has no time to digest it, and they don't understand the deep meaning of Wuxu's words.

At this moment, four gray figures rushed in, separated from the east, west, north and south outside the crowd. These four people, barehead and barefoot, released a swirling dead breath all over their bodies, like black robes whirring in the night wind.

These four people seemed to ignore Wuxu and the others at all, and all set their eyes on the nine-leaf green lotus lamp that was releasing ten thousand golden Buddha lights at this moment. After a few breaths, one of the ghost cultivators broke off and shouted, "Don't wait for a mere Buddha lamp to dare to refine the Netherworld Qi without authorization, don't hurry up and catch it!"

The forces behind the scenes have emerged! Wuxu's heart sank, so he summoned Zhang Cuilu and the others to their divine senses, telling everyone to be careful.

Those four people are also cunning and abnormal. Before one of his companions could finish speaking, he struck. With this move, it set off a stormy wave in the white bone cave, and the dead air seemed to come to life, turning into countless pitch-black flying knives, red rockets, iron cars full of sharp blades, and only eyes dripping blood。。。。。 It's terrifying.

Fortunately, Wuxu and the others were prepared, and they also moved.

Zhang Cuilu and other eight people, above Wuxu's head, worked together to sacrifice the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, hanging down thousands of wisps of Buddha's light, and protecting themselves and Wuxu.

Wuxu squinted slightly. The various terrorist attacks that appear around this illusion are faintly in line with the hellish scene mentioned in the "Jizo Bodhisattva Honwish Sutra". It seems that the great monk who made boundless death behind him is not trivial, and his subordinates can actually use ghost dao exercises to trigger the eighteen-layer hell scene of Buddhism.

Wu Xuan immediately entered the Dharma Realm of Silence and Destruction, and clasped his palms together. Inside and outside the White Bone Cave, those wandering dead qi were inexplicably pulled and walked towards Wuxu one after another, although they were blocked by the Buddha light hanging down from the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, they were completely out of the control of these four people.

Those four people originally relied on the ubiquitous dead air in Dongying Fusang, anytime, anywhere, inexhaustible. At this moment, after Wuxu's traction and stirring, he suddenly stopped being like a fish in water, as if he had been stripped naked, and stood there helplessly.

Zhang Cuilu and others saw the opportunity, and the nine-leaf green lotus lamp swirled, shooting out four golden rays of light. Suddenly, a puff of black smoke rose from the bodies of these four people, and then they disappeared.

Hundreds of miles away, Zhao Tong, who was flying fast, stopped, turned to look at the White Bone Cave, his face was extremely cold, and then he smiled proudly. There was a hint of anger and disdain in that smile.

On Nagasaki Island, Dorjee and Shihai, who had just come ashore, looked in the direction of the White Bone Cave and couldn't help frowning slightly. After a moment, they looked at each other, but they stopped talking.

That's right

Compassion kills, and love is no longer loved.

I have been troubled, but I am worthy of seeing it.

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