The world is long, the years are in a hurry, I don't know how many.

The flood is safe, most of the strong people of all races and many great supernatural powers are in retreat and enlightenment, only the world is in a period of turmoil, and some monks want to take the opportunity to find an opportunity to break through, and they have made various plans.

The Nilianchan River is wide, the big river is turbulent, and the ocean goes westward.

The sun was scorching like fire, and the stones on the bank of the river were extremely hot, and people stepped on them as if they were scorching on the fire.

The vigorous and verdant foliage of the linden trees by the riverside obscures the midday sun, and the hot wind blows and the leaves rustle and glow a faint white light.

The plane tree in the wind was silent, just watching the clear, exhibited sky silently unfurl its lush foliage, just as it had done for thousands of years.

Under the tree, a slender monk sat with his legs crossed, the monk looked about thirty or forty years old, his young body was very weak from long-term ascetic meditation, the skin exposed on the right half of his body was pale to almost transparent, the pale chestnut curls on his head were scattered like a bird's nest, and it seemed that a pair of small birds had built a nest among the messy hair, giving birth to a few chicks, and flying around busily.

Whenever the shadows fell, a cool air flow was brought with it, and the monk's short fluffy hair would make a rapid call, and several small yellow mouths could not wait to open and close.

Siddhartha Gautama did not say a word, he had been sitting under this ancient linden tree for 90 days, not moving a single word, nor saying a word. He pondered the true meaning of the Tao.

He had been practicing hard near the Nirenzen River for six years, and during the six years he had gone deep into extreme austerities, destroying his body and mind, and the other ascetics thought he was going to die, but with the help of others, he got through it. Later, he decided that asceticism was useless because he could not attain enlightenment and nirvana, so he gave up.

He recalled his first meditation experience under the tree as a child and thought it might help him, so he went to the Bodhi tree on the banks of the Nirenzen River and quietly meditated.

When he was hungry, he had the milk of the shepherdesss Suyida, and when it was dirty, he bathed in the Nirenzen River, and he continued to do so for more than three months.

The rainy season passed, the dry season came, and the scorching heat scorched the earth, and he could not find anything but to weaken his body by sitting for a long time.

The earth was extremely dry in the strong sunlight, and the hot and dry air rose from the ground, distorting the horizon slightly.

At this time, there was a person at the end of the eastern horizon, it was a Taoist priest, his light steps did not seem to touch the ground at all, and there was not the slightest dust raised on the dry road.

The Taoist priest walked unhurriedly, and soon walked to the Bodhi tree.

Siddhartha saw the person's face clearly, the Taoist priest wore a pair of green shoes on his feet, his hands were white dust, several strands of long hair fluttered on his chest, and he was holding three buns on the top of his head, looking dusty.

The long-bearded Taoist walked up to Siddhartha and said with a smile: "The Great Dao must seek from change, how can there be a withered body and a closed mind to understand the truth of the Dao?"

The white dust in his hand struck Siddhartha on the shoulder, Siddhartha suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw that in the hazy light and shadow, a strange-looking Taoist stood with his back in the light, his bearing was extraordinary, and there was an inexplicable Taoist rhyme spreading, but he just couldn't catch it, and it was a fraction of a difference.

Siddhartha hurriedly got up and folded his hands and asked, "The teacher is here, I don't know what advice you have?"

The Taoist laughed, and did not answer his words, but raised one finger, pointed up at the sky, and shook it several times in front of Siddhartha. When Siddhartha saw this, he was shocked and muttered:

"I see, I see. ”

Siddhartha smiled and sat down cross-legged, and the Taoist laughed loudly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Under the Bodhi tree, the monk sat down with his eyes closed, I don't know how much time had passed, and suddenly opened his eyes, the mountain in front of him was still a mountain, and the water was still water, but at this moment, in Siddhartha's view, every grass and tree, every dust and sand, were telling endless mysteries.

The first realm is to see that the mountain is a mountain and the water is water; the second mirror is to see that the mountain is not a mountain and the water is not water; and the third realm is to see that the mountain is still a mountain, and the water is still water. Now Siddhartha has reached this third realm, back to the basics, back to the beginning.

Siddhartha smiled, all the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers smiled at the same time, the monk gently removed the bird's nest on his head, carefully placed it between the branches of the Bodhi tree, and was about to walk, but because he had not walked for many days, his body was in a state of extreme weakness, and his physical exertion was almost exhausted, causing his body to be unstable and almost falling to the ground.

On the opposite side came a shepherdess, none other than Suyada, and when she saw Siddhartha's pale and swaying face, she took down the clay pot from which the horns hung and handed it to Siddhartha, saying, "Eat." ”

"Thank you. ”

Siddhartha clasped his hands together, took the clay pot, poured the full jar of goat's milk, regained his strength a little, and handed the clay pot back, saying, "Thank you!"

The shepherdess smiled, took the pot, and walked towards the distant village.

Siddhartha slowly walked into the Nirenchan River, washed away the dirt with the river water, and walked ashore in the rippling sunset, refreshed, and strode away.

At the same time, the Bodhi tree in the western Lingshan is radiant, the Zen sound is lingering, and the endless sound of the Tao penetrates the Lingshan, which is earth-shattering. After receiving the introduction and the quasi-mention, his face was immediately overjoyed.

After six years of ordination at the age of 29, at the age of 35, Siddhartha Gautama finally attained enlightenment and enlightenment under the Bodhi tree today.

Since then, he preached the scriptures and preached in the vast land of Tianzhu in the north and south, rescued the Li people, and people respected him as Sakyamuni!

When King Brahma learned of this, he personally went down to ask him to explain the Buddha's way, and spread the Buddha's way all over the world, so that people could understand the Buddha's way, and even elevated the status of Buddhism above the gods.

"Boom-"

A loud bang came from the direction of Xiniu Hezhou, and then, the Dao rhyme rose up, and the Zen sound sounded, louder and louder, singing all over the heavens, and the endless supernatural powers of the Three Realms suddenly woke up from the retreat and looked in the direction of Xiniu Hezhou.

Even Yuan Shi, who had just finished his retreat, was distracted by this movement, he looked up to the west, and suddenly saw that on the spiritual mountain of Xiniu Hezhou, the golden Buddha light was shining, illuminating half of Xiniu Hezhou, the sound of the Tao was lingering, and the endless Zen sound sounded, as if countless people were chanting scriptures, and the sound became louder and louder.

A huge Bodhi tree rises in the sky, full of green, lush branches, golden Buddha light surrounds it, standing in the sky, suppressing the void, as if the entire sky of Xiniu Hezhou is going to be supported by this branch, there is endless fairy energy around the giant tree, Rui Qi auspicious, extremely sacred, giving people a sense of tranquility.

"Huh, is Buddhism about to be founded?"

Yuan Shi knew at a glance what was happening, and the two Western saints wanted to abandon the way and establish a Buddha, create Western Buddhism, and attain the supreme Buddha's path.

The founding of Buddhism represents the independence of the two sages in the West from Taoism, and also represents the beginning of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

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(End of chapter)