Yin Wuji has a realm in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After Wu Ming was thrown into the Yin Demon Fantasy Realm by him, he didn't have the heart to pay attention.

Wu Ming's voice was about to shout hoarse, and he couldn't hear Yin Wuji's response, so he had to recite the scriptures silently, fortunately, he had been meditating in Lingyin Temple for many years, and he had memorized a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and after a few scriptures, his eyes seemed to be much clearer.

Wu Ming was slightly relieved and said, "Lao Yin, if you want to scare the little monk, it's not so easy. While talking to himself to cheer himself up, he cautiously walked forward, but this Yin Demon Realm is the root of Yin Wuji's cultivation, and it seems that there are all the ways to go, but he doesn't know the direction, as if he is in the void.

After walking for a while, Wuming sat cross-legged and thought, "Such aimless like a headless fly is not a solution after all, you have to find a direction." He got up and kept going, but he still had no clue.

Wu Ming looked around, and simply saw where the black fog was the most intense, so he simply went there, and after walking for a short time, Wu Ming regretted it, the more intense the black fog, it seems that the more crises there are.

The black fog is thick, and the vision is also blocked, often suddenly out of nowhere to stretch out a pair of arms, pull Wu Ming, frightened Wu Ming's heart tremble, dare not stop the scriptures, fortunately those scriptures have some restraint on the dead souls, but the dead souls in the black fog seem to be endless, to the end, Wu Ming almost unable to move an inch, had to cross his knees again, meditating and chanting.

Yin Wuji looked at the jasper on the head of the green fairy in front of the window, and those past events became clearer.

The Silent Monk's heart was agitated, and a palm was split, and Fairy Lan Ji didn't expect her to throw herself into her arms to deliver the news, in exchange for a heavy blow, blood spurted from her mouth, and she was seriously injured.

Yin Wuji struck out with a palm, and said, "Sins, sins, sins." ”

The green waves rippled, and the green fairy flashed out, leaned over and hugged the blue girl in her arms, and said: "Lan Ji is going to marry a man she has never seen before, she is very unhappy, she has been fighting with me for more than half a year, so messing around with you, she is actually still a child who has not grown up." Speaking of this, she paused, and then said, "Monk, let me ask you, have you ever liked me?"

Yin Wuji hesitated and hesitated, and finally shook his head and said nothing.

The green fairy nodded and said: "I am twins with Lan Ji, she is not happy, of course I can't watch it as a sister, so I am ready to marry her instead." She raised her head, smiled at Yin Wuji, and said, "Monk, your breath is very unstable, beware of falling into demons." ”

These were the last words she said to Yin Wuji, and since then, she has never woken up.

After a while, Fairy Lan Ji woke up and said, "Sister, I promised to marry, and I won't fight with you anymore." She stood up, her face suddenly changed, and she shouted, "Monk, what happened to your sister?"

The green fairy sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, as if she was in the center, but she couldn't feel it up and down, a trace of qi.

Fairy Lan Ji pinched a trick, stretched out her hand on the top of the green fairy's head, and saw a palm-sized jasper appear on the top of the green fairy's head, but for some reason, the jasper that should be crystal clear was full of cracks and dim brilliance.

Fairy Lan Ji exclaimed, "How did my sister's natal jasper become like this, what did you do to your sister?"

Natal jasper needs to be nourished by hard work, and the heart of the green fairy is broken, and the natal jasper is broken.

Fairy Lan Ji carried the green fairy on her back with red eyes, and said expressionlessly, "You broke my sister's heart." Then he turned and left.

The monk of silence saw that the blue girl carried the head of the green fairy and swept away without looking back, and his heart was entwined with all kinds of tastes, remembering the day and night penance in the master's gate, and meditating on the lonely lamp, at this time he felt so boring, and remembered the day and night by the East China Sea, he was even more confused, and he could no longer keep that point of emptiness, and his Zen heart showed a flaw.

The inner demon took advantage of this gap and occupied the spiritual platform.

At the beginning of Yin Wuji, there was still a single mind resisting, but that heart demon was originally the greed and obsession of all beings, born from delusion, from their own mind, formless and formless, the deeper the meditation effort, the easier it is for the heart demon to breed, there are all kinds of incarnations, and it cannot be resisted. Yin Wuji's whole body qi is disordered, the meridians are broken, and he is about to explode and die, his life hangs by a thread, and in desperation, he is about to disperse his cultivation, and at the critical moment, a little inspiration bursts out in his heart, and he suddenly remembers a classic he has studied.

The monk of extinction tried his best to keep a little sober, knowing that he might be able to keep his cultivation intact, this choice was really against the true meaning of Buddhism, but at this critical juncture, the monk of extinction could not be allowed to hesitate.

He said, "The Tibetan nature is pure, and it can be revealed. For example, the body of the mani bead is net and round, and the net is not colored, so that the pearl is the pearl, and the circle can be corresponded, and the color is not colored, and the color is not the pearl. And this Tibetan nature of its body is pure and round, pure so it is not phase, so it is nature, so it can be present, it is not non-phase, it is not phased, it is not phased, it is not empty, it is not separated, it is equal as it is, it is called the middle way, that is, it is empty and not empty, it is not empty, it is not empty, it is not empty, it is not empty ”

What he recited was a passage from the "Great Buddha Peak Rulai Secret Cause Cultivated the Righteous Bodhisattvas Ten Thousand Lines Shou Lengyan Sutra", which is the "Lengyan Sutra".

The "Lengyan Sutra" records the cause of the fall of the Venerable Ananda, so the Buddha shines brightly and explains the magic method of breaking the demons to the Venerable Bodhisattvas of the Heavens.

"Lengyan Sutra" has five magic spells, and fifty phases of the Yin Demon Realm.

The monk of annihilation actually wanted to use the Yin Demon to get rid of the demons in his heart and cultivate the fifty realms of delusional Yin demons, not only can this move not be described as bold and reckless, but cultivating the fifty phases of the Yin Demon Realm is itself a delusional act, and he will be regarded as an evil demon by the Buddhists, and it will not be tolerated by the authentic Buddhism from now on.

The monk of silence crossed his knees, raised his hand on the top of his head, and patted his heart, and the authentic heart and pure breath of Buddhism that had taken countless hours to cultivate were shaken away.

The qi around the body of the monk of silence flew, and the golden light of the Buddha turned into golden lotus, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The monk said: "My Buddha is merciful, and I will return the Dharma name to my Buddha today, and I will have no chance with the Buddha from now on." “

He bowed to the West and completely cut off the opportunity with the Buddhas, and bowed again, breaking off the incense between him and his teacher.

In the west, clouds and clouds gradually appeared, thunder and thunder rolled, and a bright rainbow, with incomparable might, came from the west, circled around the body of the monk of silence, and cut off the merits of his whole body.

In the distant mountains, there is a small temple, in disrepair, crumbling, an old monk with an old face, perhaps too old, has been unable to meditate and practice, leaning in front of the small temple, lazily basking in the sun, and does not care about the many tourists passing by the small temple and not entering, but to the larger temple that looks more brilliant.

Suddenly, the old monk looked up to the east, tears flowed, and muttered: "Silent Disciple, what happened to make you abandon the Buddha and cultivate demons?"

He was so old, so old that even memories were a luxury.

I can't remember the year he brought the kid named Yin Wuji back to the small temple.

The East China Sea was silent and bowed for the last time: "Master will be your apprentice in the next life." “

The black mist above his head was like a cloud, and it frantically poured into his body.

Since then, there has been no monk in the world who has been extinguished, but there is a big devil Yin Wuji.

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