At night, there is no trace of moonlight on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat.

Thousands of green lanterns surround the mountain, floating and drifting under the touch of the mountain wind.

Seven layers of green lanterns were lit on the Haihui Hall, and the palace dedicated to ten thousand Buddhas was brightly lit, as if all things were within easy reach.

The whole Muru Temple was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of life.

At the foot of Muru Mountain, a white-clothed Confucian stepped on the stone road.

The Buddhism in the world is subtle, the Buddha smiled, and everyone muttered Amitabha.

If you don't cross me to become a Buddha, then I will cross you into a demon, but there are thousands of beings in this world, how do you know who is a Buddha and who is a demon?

Some people step on the Buddha and enter the holy world, and turn into demons.

Dressed in wide clothes and belts, white clothes are ethereal, Confucian sleeves are bulging, and green silk and silver silk are fluttering and agitating.

The white-clothed Confucian took a light step, and then swept halfway up the mountainside, and the thousands of green lanterns that lingered were all extinguished from the foot of the mountain.

In an instant, thousands of green lanterns were extinguished from the foot of the mountain all the way to Wanfoping almost at the same moment.

This scene has made the aura of Mu Rushan, which is less of the Buddha's light and the moon in the sky, suddenly decrease, but fortunately, the towering Haihui Hall on the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat is bright, and the first Buddha gate will not be overshadowed today.

The white-clothed Confucian walked up to the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat gently, and stepped on the first Buddha gate in the world that had just been washed by rolling blood.

This seemingly mediocre and harmless Confucian in white has an indescribable murderous intent hidden between his bulging sleeves.

In front of the majestic sea hall, the white-clothed Confucian is standing like a pine, the mountain wind swept over the empty Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, the white clothes slightly bowed, looking at this temple known as the world's first Buddhist gate.

The white-clothed Confucian said four words in a few words: "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty." ”

At this moment, the air engine on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping exploded, and the wooden windows on the first to seventh floors of the Haihui Hall were not known how many were affected by the pond fish, and they were broken into sawdust and drifted away with the mountain wind.

The mountain breeze passes through the hall, passing through the sea hall dedicated to ten thousand Buddhas, and the green lights in the pavilion are flickering.

The flickering light sprinkled on this great Confucian who turned into a saint overnight and entered Chang'an City three times.

There was no undulation on his face, but it was terrifying.

In the Haihui Hall, an old monk in gray with a yellow face and thin muscles, plucked the Buddha beads in one hand, and slowly walked out of the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping with the ten-sided Zen staff in the other.

The white-clothed Confucian raised his eyebrows slightly, and watched the weak old monk walk up to the Ten Thousand Buddha Flat.

At the same time, the major elders of Muru Temple also walked out of the Haihui Hall and stepped on the Ten Thousand Buddha Floor, lined up with the gray-clothed old monks as the center.

Bai Yun and Fa Yu also followed the elders out of the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, but the position where the two of them were standing was behind the Huiping monk and the elders.

When Bai Yun saw the white clothes standing alone on the Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, his whole body shook violently, outside Yangzhou City, Bai Yun had sat on the ground with him, although he had already heard that this Confucian saint was the first eagle dog of Wu Wangfu, and he had long expected that he would pull out the nail of Muru Temple for King Wu, but at this moment to see his figure, there is still an indescribable aftermath of the earthquake in his heart.

"The younger generation is even Wansheng, and I have seen Huiping, the host of Muru Temple

Guru. "This white-clothed Confucian saint, whose strength is on par with the word 'elegant', bowed respectfully.

"Amitabha. In the face of this Confucian saint who is firmly in the top five of the martial arts evaluation list, the monk Huiping was calm and calm, and let go of his hand to put the Zen staff on the ground, and did not see the Zen staff deep into the blue bricks for half a minute but stood upright, and then returned the salute with his hands: "Even the donor has always lived in the palace of King Wu, I don't know what happened to the Muru Temple tonight?"

When the Confucian saint Lian Wansheng put his hands into his sleeves, his eyes did not stop at the gray-clothed old monk's body for a moment, but immediately swept over the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Ping, and his eyes passed over the body of Bai Yun who was holding the god tightly, but the burning feeling arose, and the white clouds trembled like thorns on their backs, and their bodies jumped up and down.

Lian Wansheng probably didn't recognize this disciple of Jixia Mountain, who had been outside Yangzhou City and had a relationship with him to sit on the ground, and his eyes gradually closed after looking around, and returned to the gray-clothed old monk.

"Master Huiping smiled, but he has lived in Yangzhou City for many years, and he is only a mountain away from Muru Temple, but he has never gone to Muru Temple to pay respects?" Lian Wansheng tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with a deep gaze.

"Amitabha. The monk Huiping shook his head, his gray sleeves slowly drooped down his wrinkled hands, and said without any ups and downs in a tone: "As the saying goes, if you don't have anything to do, you can't go to the Three Treasures Palace, although the poor monk is not an understanding person, and he can't see and listen to all directions for this river and lake, but he is not a vague person, and Mr. Lian can say it directly." ”

Lian Wansheng, who was in a gaseous state, straightened his waist slightly, and his elegant posture was unique in the world, and he avoided answering the topic of the gray-clothed monk, and said in a circle: "Muru Mountain is the most prosperous place for Buddha's light and aura today. ”

The white-clothed Confucian stretched out his hands and shook his sleeves, and the wide sleeves fell and fell, and then he paced back and forth with his hands behind him: "People with extremely strong murderous intentions and resentments like the juniors, even if they have nothing to do, it is not good to go up the mountain to visit your old man, this is not that the younger generation thinks very highly of themselves and does not appreciate your old face, the younger generation is afraid that it will defile the holy land of Buddhism, so he dispelled this idea, Master Huiping, don't blame the juniors." ”

Monk Huiping said with a calm face: " Muru Temple is the world's first Buddha door, by the world incense worship, since should educate all living beings to pass the world as their own responsibility, this world of all living beings such as the ocean, all living beings are impermanent, the reason why the world adds incense oil on the incense, or something to ask for the Buddha's blessing everything goes well, or has committed a deep evil obstacle to ask the Buddha for forgiveness, in order to seek a peace of mind, but all living beings have the intention of the Buddha but not to the Buddha's heart, only ask for forgiveness and protection but do not seek merit to become a Buddha, so how can you bathe in the Buddha's light and cut off the obstacles. ”

Lian Wansheng suddenly stopped, turned his face sideways and listened very carefully to the gray-robed old monk talking about Buddhism and Zen, the night was gloomy and the light was dim, and he couldn't see his expression and posture clearly.

The elders of the Muru Temple who stood in a row like Mount Tai all suddenly converged their brows, and they could clearly feel a killing intent like a mountain wind blowing through the pervasive, just like a day and night rainstorm that made a dry river rise.

Bai Yun clenched the Shendumu sword

The green tendons on the back of his hand suddenly appeared, and this killing machine made him very panicked.

Bai Yun turned his head to look at the boundless night in the distance, and kept silently reciting in his heart: Senior Dou, you must be in time.

"Origin and extinction, everything is empty, in fact, joy, anger, sorrow, greed, hatred, and hatred are all caused by demons. The monk Huiping was shocked, and said in an admonishing tone: "The reason why Mr. Lian Da did not dare to go to Muru Temple, saying that he was afraid of polluting the holy land of Buddhism was a cover-up, but he really couldn't let go of the magic obstacles in his heart. ”

The white-clothed Confucian showed an inexplicable smile and waited for the following.

"Amitabha. Huiping monk took a step, neither humble nor arrogant said: "The evil obstacle in the heart can cover people's eyes, but also can block people's hearts, although some people are blinded by the demons, but they can wake up in time to remove the layers of fog and turn back to the shore, but some people simply do not do two and let the magic barrier cover their eyes." ”

"When the donor turned into a saint overnight in King Wu's mansion, whether it was the evil obstacle in his heart or the understanding of the way of heaven, maybe only the donor knows. The gray-robed monk said again.

Lian Wansheng's expression did not change at all, but there was still a suspicion of being still.

The white-clothed Confucian finally laughed and said: "Big and small are also rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes in the south of the Yangtze River are said to be small and small, but since they are rivers and lakes, there will be stormy waves, and who can stay out of it? Isn't it the same when it should be the purest place in the world? Master Huiping, do you think I am reasonable?"

The gray-robed monk nodded slightly, and replied unhurriedly: "Amitabha, even the benefactor is worthy of being a great Confucian in the world, and his insights are incisive and unique, but since the donor understands that once he encounters the cusp of the storm in this river and lake, no one can stay out of the matter, then the donor can obviously be a wall-to-wall observer, so why should he get involved in it? As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, even if he has gone down the wrong path because of the obstacles in his heart in the past, the poor monk is convinced that the Buddha will not be guilty of the past, so it is better to try to let go of the dead knot in his heart and cultivate a meritorious service. ”

"Master Lao Huiping told me this Buddhist doctrine with his heart, and listening to the master's words is better than reading for ten years and walking thousands of miles. The white cloth bowed deeply, and then raised his sleeves and pointed to the lightless night dome: "This sentence can indeed solve the knots in Lian Wansheng's heart, but in the hearts of people who are looking at Lian Wansheng's actions all the time, this knot can not be solved." ”

"Amitabha, the deceased has passed away, and even the benefactor has to spend his life to avenge this impossible revenge. The gray-robed old monk also looked up at the boundless dark night and said: "The Buddha said that everything in the world is empty, just say that this bleak night sky, ordinary people may not see anything, even the donor said that there are blazing eyes in the sky looking at you, but why does the poor monk only see the moon in the sky, and the stars are hundreds of miles?" But all the souls with good thoughts and enlightenment will go to the Pure Land of Bliss, and the others can only be put into the six realms of reincarnation, and go through the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death again, or wander in the world, as a soulless wandering lonely soul and wild ghost, just like the 300,000 unjust souls in the mouth of the gourd, some of them can't let go of the rolling red dust, and some are reluctant to do that

Soulless and godless wandering lonely souls and wild ghosts, but they all have the same expectations, that is, they hope that all the things that can't be put down in this world can be put down, and they don't have to be a helpless body like them, but even the donor you have demons because of this, in fact, as long as your heart is clear and dust-free, everything is thorough. ”

The gray-robed monk folded his hands together and muttered a sentence of Amitabha Buddha, looked at the white-clothed Confucian with complicated eyes, and continued to add: "Has even the benefactor ever thought that your current appearance is what those old people who have already passed away in bliss want to see?"

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