Chapter 290: Fighting the Tiger, Fighting the Tiger (5)

The Songwen sword flew in the wild forest, and the talisman on the sword flashed with spiritual light, which naturally attracted the mountain wind to sweep the ground, destroying countless plants and trees. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A firewood knife, but in the mountain wind, it was dull, and the cold and violent split the wind channel, and slashed at the man standing in the treetops!

The sword is like a green carp, and it will not jump over the dragon gate, but it has already loomed the momentum of wind and thunder.

The knife is like an ink, hiding in the hidden forest, but once it erupts, it will become a soul-devouring situation!

Wang Hu, who was standing on the branch, suddenly sank his body and shouted: "Don't move!"

With an angry shout, the sound was like a tiger's roar, Songwen Jian's momentum suddenly stiffened, and the firewood knife was even more divided with Wang Hu's hands, kicked forward with one foot, and broke into two!

Not far away, the fairy warlock flicked his index finger, and suddenly a page was unveiled on the wooden scoreboard beside him: "Player Wang Hu, score one more point!" Okay, halftime!"

With this shout, the broken leaves all over the ground were guided by the immortal warlock, turning into a green dividing line, drawing an incomparably clear Chu River and Han boundary in the wilderness.

Wang Hu is on the line, Gongsun Sheng and Wu Song are on the line.

Although the two sides stopped fighting, Gongsun Sheng's right hand gently touched the sword body of Songwen Sword, feeling the tiger power on the magic sword that was still not dispersed, and the sword qi that could hardly be gathered, he still couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Like this, he is purely cultivating his physical body, and he is as strong and indestructible as the Vajra Dharma, his fists are strong, and his blood and qi are used like gods, such a master, I don't know where Uncle Xiao found it?

Wu Song asked another question: "What kind of fist is this? It is so domineering and powerful, I have never seen it." ”

"Of course you shouldn't have seen it, that set of boxing techniques, called 'Shanqian Fist', is also a well-known evil fist in countless martial arts in the world, and the moves are not on the right path, and people who abide by the law should not practice. ”

While commenting on Wang Hu's domineering boxing method, the immortal warlock raised a piece of Poria cocos cake with a glutinous rice cake crust as thin as rice paper in his hand, and shook it for a while: "Although Shanqianquan is known as evil boxing, there are also two sets of practice methods for good and evil, and when used on the right path, it is a superior foreign boxing method that is fierce all the way, and it is not difficult to dismantle half of the street." And when the mountain thousand fists are sent outside, there are sea thousand fists hidden inside, which is the most treacherous and difficult to prevent......"

Before the immortal warlock finished speaking, Wang Hu had already arrived behind him, and he didn't see how he moved, and the piece of Poria cake in Wei Ye's hand turned into something with only a circle of pie crust outside.

Wang Hu threw the cake filling boiled out of Poria cocos cream and sugar osmanthus into his mouth nonchalantly, and added vaguely: "If you don't have the ability to dig the cake filling invisibly, Hai Qianquan will not be able to learn this secret fist." If you say it, it's nothing. ”

Putting the pie crust into his mouth nonchalantly, Wei Ye shrugged his shoulders, and then looked at Wu Song: "Wu Erlang, why did you remember to go up the mountain to fight the tiger again this time?"

Wu Song wiped the sweat on his body, shook his head and said, "I am looking for you to fight, just to find some good life for my brother, but I don't care what you do here." ”

Wei Ye shook his head and smiled, didn't care about him, picked up the teapot and made himself a cup of tea. Looking at the needle-like tea leaves floating in the cup, the immortal warlock said: "Okay, if you can win this greedy tiger's one and a half moves, and ask him to pretend to be a dead tiger, so as to fulfill your prestige Wu Erlang, why not? I'm just afraid that you will compete with him and never be able to get benefits, which is very embarrassing." ”

Picking up the teacup and blowing on the floating tea leaves, the fairy warlock whispered, "What's more, ......"

"What's more" Before he finished speaking, the peach daughter behind Wei Ye suddenly let out a sword roar, and the Qinglian magic robe wrapped in this peach wood magic sword made a chanting sound again:

For example, among all rivers and rivers, the sea is the first, and this Lotus Sutra is the same, and it is the deepest and greatest among the sutras mentioned in the past!"

"Another example is the Earth Mountain, the Black Mountain, the Little Tiewei Mountain, the Great Tiewei Mountain, and the Ten Treasure Mountains, among the mountains, Mount Meru is the first, and this Lotus Sutra is the same, among the scriptures, the most highest!"

"Just as the Son of Heaven can remove all darkness, so can this scripture be the same, and it can break through all the darkness of unwholeness!"

"If the Buddha is the king of the Dharma, this sutra is also the same, the king of the sutras!"

The sound of Zen singing, Wei Ye was unmoved, but he saw the Qinglian magic robe behind him, and the illusion was uncertain, revealing a majestic city again. The city was crowded with people, I don't know how many.

However, I saw that in the sky above this city, there were seven characters like fire "Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo", and suddenly the entire city was set on fire!

Gongsun Sheng looked at the immortal warlock and couldn't help but exclaim, "Little uncle, what's going on?"

The immortal warlock sat in the sea of fire, but his voice seemed to be ethereal: "This is the power of the Buddha's divine transformation, and there are all kinds of karma in it, you must not come close!"

Habitually explaining the vision in front of him, when the immortal warlock returned to his senses, he was already in a strange space.

The black viscosity like ink made the immortal warlock feel disgusted for no reason, and it was difficult to breathe.

Wei Ye's toes seemed to step into the water, and there were waves in the dark.

Ripples rose from under the feet like a ring, and the remaining dark space suddenly shone brightly, and countless images flashed under the feet of the immortal warlock.

The reason why there is such a picture that is completely different from Zhuo'er's experience is naturally because Wei Ye is a scattered immortal, and even the six karmic wheels are difficult to detain, not to mention this Qinglian magic robe? Let them be uncertain, but return to their original appearance, only making Wei Ye the perspective of God in the spectator.

The picture is complicated, but there are clues.

The clue is a gentle but thin and sick girl.

On the way to the temple, the girl staggered by a young ronin.

In Wei Ye's opinion, the ronin who even had his clothes washed a little white was just a little more thoughtful, but he made the girl secretly agree - what is even more sad is that this is not the Fengyue joke of the eldest lady and poor scholar on the other side of the sea, and the little girl who believes in Buddhism doesn't even know the name of the wild samurai.

Acacia doesn't know what to do, but the lovesickness is in line with pathology, and the girl who is poisoned into the bone marrow doesn't have to take a brocade to cover the blood coughed up, and is supported by two servant women to go to the garden to see the white plum blossoms. Holding the embroidered wisteria robe in her heart and singing the "Nam-myoho-renge-kyo" over and over again without sleep was enough to ruin the girl's already sick body.

So Fang Soul entered the spring platform, leaving only a purple robe, and was given to a monastery.

It is useless for a group of bald donkeys to keep a woman's clothes, so they can only resell them to the ladies who come to worship, but the young ladies who wear this purple dress go crazy and die one by one.

This kind of "curse"-like event, the presiding monk is not the first time to see it, so he has to bite the bullet and throw the purple clothes into the fire.

In the fire, the seven-character Buddha of "Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo" appeared, scattered with the wind, and the city was burned.

I didn't see the jade building even Wang Que, but I saw the brocade burial cold ashes.

Although in the eyes of the immortal warlocks, Edo Castle, which was full of low wooden liao, was not a famous city, and it burned it. However, seeing tens of thousands of people crying and tossing in the fire, although it is only a fleeting fragment, it is enough to disturb people's hearts.

The officials with non-light authority are dead, the wealthy businessmen on the rich and luxurious side are dead, the vassal and elegant palace masters are dead, the monks who say the fool are dead, the ronin who uses a newly cast weapon to find someone to try the knife is dead, the dust girl with hair on the corner of her mouth is dead, and the flat-headed people who are like cattle and horses rolling in the dust for food and clothing are also dead.

Died of fire, of smoke, of robbery while the fire was burning, of falling walls and collapsing houses.

The charred corpse curled up between the ruins and broken walls, with the withered arms of the bones barely lifted up, looking from afar like the branches of a dead tree in the desert.

For the delusion of a stupid woman, the city was destroyed and all bones withered.

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And in this sea of fire, a monk with thick eyebrows and a black face, silently waving a white flag, walked in the rubble.

The row of black characters on the white banner is like a grass seal, and the pen is wild and has its own law of strictness, which is the seven characters of "Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo".

The black-faced monk had a calm face, brushing away the gray flesh and charred bones until he reached the bottom of a low wall.

That low wall is the last remnant of the monastery that had received the silk robe.

The light of the fire, shining through the low wall that was about to collapse, condensed into silk threads, intertwined warp and weft, and formed a silk robe again. It's just that this time, the plain long robe that faded the color of wisteria flowers has become the style of monk's robes, and the green lotus flowers and green lotuses spread on it.

Looking at this picture, the immortal warlock realized: "Is it a fire in the sleeves?"

One of the most tragic fires recorded in the Middle Ages was the Great Fire of Edo Castle.

In 1657, the Southern Ming clan was in exile in Burma, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty had become a leader in controlling the Central Plains.

Speaking of which, the most common city to be destroyed in future entertainment works was the original Edo and today's Tokyo, so is this the cause of the fire?

The cause of the actual fire was unknown, but there was a joke about the fire that ignited Edojo Castle.

Probably speaking, when a temple burned the robe of a young girl who died of illness, the lighted silk robe rose into the air, and the flames drifted in the wind, turning the entire Edo Castle into a sea of fire in an instant.

In this fire, the role played by Buddhism is somewhat special.

The cursed silk robe was given to Honmyosa Temple in Edo Castle, which was the center of the Nichiren sect of Buddhism.

This point can also be confirmed by the seven-character Buddha verse of the "Nan no Myoho-renge-kyo" that melted out after the silk clothes were burned.

And if the evil silk robe that easily turned tens of thousands of people into charred corpses was really taken by the Nichiren Sect and cultivated into a Buddha treasure with its sect's mental method, it would not be comparable to the orthodox Buddha treasure of the Six Karma Wheels.

The root of this is that the teachings of the Nichiren sect have always been different from those of the Buddhist sects.

Whether it is the Pure Land sect or the Shingon sect, whether it is Hinayana or Mahayana, most of the Buddhist lineages regard the world as the five turbid and evil worlds, and all kinds of practices are on the path of "disgusting the filthy land and seeking the pure land". The so-called "body in the red dust, the heart in the Buddha's country", the heart and thoughts, are all nirvana.

It's just that there are many lineages, so there must be something wonderful. Nichiren Sect, the founder of the Nichiren Sect, was originally a member of the Tiantai Sect, but he rebelled and stood on his own. Although the Dharma passed down in this vein is the oral recitation of the "Nam no Myoho-renge-kyo", in the eyes of this group of monks, transforming the filthy land of the world into the pure land of Buddhism is what they are most interested in.

The fire that burned down Edo Castle left behind a hellish scene of Abi, and to others it may only be a tragic picture, but for these Nichiren monks, it has a special meaning.

After figuring out this section, the immortal warlock pressed the green lotus magic robe wrapped in peach and gold on his shoulder, shook his head and said: "Qinglian green lotus, the appearance of the pure land is outside, but inside, it is guided by curses and resentments, the city is burned by fire, and finally the boundless prison scene is cast, tens of thousands of dead souls, and it is in this magic robe that a human Buddha country has been created, right?"

"But Wei doesn't understand, since you used the Buddha Kingdom in the magic clothes to trap Wei's magic sword, why did you start exposing yourself at this time?"

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In the Jizo Nunnery, Nun Xue stood in front of the somewhat strange statue of Manjushri, looked at the gentle smile of Manjushri, and bowed down.

"Disciple Qiyu Bodhisattva, the Heavenly Maiden has been conceived, the Buddha has manifested the green lotus, and although the six karmic wheels have been destroyed, they have taken the humane Dharma realm for Master Pujing and sent them to Mount Tai. In this way, the Three Treasures have their place, the road sign has been established, and the great thing will be accomplished. ”

Manjushri was silent, but the hands holding the sun and moon wheels faintly revealed brilliance.

The Buddha's light shone on the offering table, and one by one the run-in Luo boys smiled, as if they were extremely satisfied with Nun Xue's report.

But among these statues of the boy with a bun and a lotus robe, there is a Run-in Luo boy who is different, dressed entirely as a woman, sitting in a pocket garden with the most ornate furnishings.

Nun Xue looked at the run-in Luo girl and said with a slight smile: "Daughter-in-law Wu, you are also a blessed person, Tujini Tian was reincarnated as your daughter." It's a pity that you are a mortal after all, and the five desires and troubles in your heart are too strong, and if you let your thoughts pollute the Heavenly Maiden, it will really hinder our plans. In this case, I ask you to stay in the small nunnery for a few more days, and when the goddess is born, I will let you go back before it is too late. ”

With Nun Xue's words, the Run-in Luo girl's eyebrows were raised, as if she wanted to scold, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

Nun Xue looked at the statue of the girl and mocked slightly: "Daughter-in-law of Wu, don't pretend to be a chaste martyr." Poor nuns have seen you from a distance, knowing that you are a woman who can't bear loneliness, and you are not always a little unwilling to marry the three-inch nails of Wuda? Instead of living like this, it is better to take refuge under the poor nuns, and let the poor nuns find a wishful husband for you? According to your beauty, you will be matched with a lieutenant who graduated from the army university, and it is also possible. ”