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It's like hell, but it's even more terrifying.

It's like a deep port that has completely fallen into darkness, making it impossible for people to get a glimpse of what it is.

It wasn't until a long time later that a man with a silver head suddenly appeared, followed by a silver beast with a tiger head, a single horn, dog ears, a dragon body, a lion tail, and a unicorn foot.

It came quietly, very well-behaved, and never surpassed the former.

The silver-haired man looked at this place and sighed.

"The underworld is vast, and once you fall here, it will be thousands of years. ”

This person's voice faintly illuminates the dark deep harbor with the light of Buddha.

In the blur, it seems that a man in Shenzhen and Hong Kong is sitting quietly, his body is troubled by countless iron chains, and the word is engraved in front of him: Ride!

Looking closely, this handwriting is actually engraved by the drops of sweat that fall.

One can imagine how long it will take to do this.

"Thank you to the Bodhisattva for saving the poor monk by covering the sky that day. The man spoke.

"But you shouldn't have come here, do you know what this place is? The white-haired man shook his head.

"Hell, this is not hell, as long as there is light in the heart, everything is heaven. ”

"It's true that this is not hell, the world only knows the eighteen hells lock the demons, but they don't know that there is another place under the eighteen hells, that is, this place, the nineteen layers of hell. ”

"But this is the only place where I can escape their detection, and I have no way back. ”

"How high-spirited you were in the past, and now, is it worth it?"

"A Buddha is not a Buddha, but a demon, I have never regretted it. ”

White-haired man: "A Buddha is not a Buddha, but a demon." ”

"In the past, you didn't say a word about hell. I don't swear to become a Buddha, I look at your figure leaving the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and my heart is also extremely envious, you are so high, and now I can finally say that I can't become a Buddha. The bound young man chuckled.

The white-haired man shook his head: "But after all, hell is still not empty." ”

"But as long as you have a Buddha in your heart, you can cultivate anywhere!"

"I'm practicing Buddhism. But I don't swear to be a Buddha. ”

"I don't practice Buddhism, I cultivate the common people!"

The light was boundless, and the two sat quietly.

"Kim... No, Xuanzang, according to your current view, what is Mahayana and Hinayana?" the white-haired man asked.

"Mahayana, based on the world, based on the hearts of the people, and crossing people out of the sea of suffering is Mahayana. However, the Dharma I have seen is the so-called 'Mahayana' that has gradually lost its true character in the struggle for power. The man whispered.

"The world is the world of the people of the world, if there is no one to come to the world, where to come to the Tao, the so-called Mahayana, is just a group of people who chase interests and lose their hearts. He closed his eyes slightly, and spat lightly.

The white-haired man listened quietly. It seems to make a lot of sense.

What is Mahayana, what is Hinayana and what is Buddhism?

Didn't the original Buddhism emphasize that people are human and all beings are equal?

Isn't it to cross sentient beings out of the sea of suffering?

Isn't this the common philosophy of everyone at the beginning of their Buddhist practice?

But that has changed now. It's really changed, they're only fighting, they're fighting for the next throne, they're hungry for power.

People are the foundation, but the believers are the foundation, as for those who are not believers. Life and death have their own destiny.

No one can interfere, he has been here for a long, long time, and he doesn't know when he started to come to hell.

At the beginning, hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha, and the eight characters will be empty for tens of thousands of years. The aftermath is very strong.

It was only now that he realized that he was getting farther and farther away from the Buddha and was not together at all.

For hell has never been empty, and it cannot be truly empty, unless the light returns.

The current Buddha or immortal cannot bring that kind of light, and can dispel all the dark light.

As for the so-called bitter sea, it is even more ridiculous, it is just a bitter sea created by them in order to cross people.

While talking and laughing about the compassion of our Buddha, he also threw the beings on the shore into the sea of suffering.

Scoop up with your backhand, repeat it over and over again, go back often, and achieve the avenue!

It's just that he didn't want to go down this path, so he came to hell and used his own methods, with the Dharma that he knew at the beginning, to transcend sentient beings, albeit slowly.

So much so that later, every time one person was exceeded, he planted a flower, the male on the left side of the shore and the female on the right side of the bank.

Over and over again, the flowers on the other side have bloomed for years!

He didn't know how long it had been, but the eighteenth layer of hell was still lively.

"When cultivating the way of the common people, it is the real Mahayana, my Buddha is compassionate, not good at fighting, the greater the power, the greater the hope of yu, there are always people who say that becoming a Buddha and becoming an immortal will cut off the hope of yu, in fact, it is wrong, until today I understand that the so-called becoming a Buddha and becoming an immortal is just to curb the hope of yu, imprisoned in the corner of the heart, it can not touch the light, but it can contact the darkness, the darkness breeds the hope of yu, waiting for a key, after opening, the surging thoughts will break through the embankment in the heart in an instant!" The man spoke softly, word by word, falling into the white-haired man's heart.

Finally, the white-haired man looked up: "It seems that you have come to your senses." ”

The man bound by the iron rope looked up, pitch black, except for his eyes, which radiated a superb light.

"Your eyes used to be confused by seeking truth, but now they seem to be the vicissitudes of an epiphany!" the white-haired man whispered.

"I'm leaving. ”

"Yes, the heavens and the earth have changed, do you know? There is another golden cicada, he degraded the mortal, assumed the name of Sanzang, and embarked on the road that you did not finish at the beginning. The white-haired man whispered.

In his imagination, the man sneered: "Sure enough, anyone who goes against what he thinks in his heart only needs to move his fingers, and he can recreate one, but on this road, can he really seek it?"

The white-haired man knew who he was talking about: "He has not yet understood, no, it is not that he has not yet understood, but in front of the throne, he chooses not to understand!"

"He is very strong, he has studied the Dharma thoroughly, he has excellent qualifications, he does not allow others to disobey him, no one can, even if it is his second disciple who was very important at the beginning, he does not allow others to make mistakes under his arrangement. ”

"Perhaps from the beginning, the road has already been arranged by him, every step, when to take the next step, what he has cultivated is just a pawn for the throne. ”

"Since I can't be disobedient, I went with the wrath of the nineteenth hell to ask about the past. He did the same path as the Buddha who taught us in the beginning. ”

The white-haired man shook his head and chuckled: "How is it possible, let him admit his mistake?"

Gradually, the flames in the nineteen layers of hell surged, but they did not consume the two of them, and the two of them seemed to sit here all year round, even though the boundless karmic fire in the nineteen layers of hell. will not attack either of them.

It was such a force that the two fell silent.

"The heavens and the earth have changed, and the road you didn't finish at the beginning, he will definitely arrange for others to continue. The white-haired man whispered.

"I'm always leaving. ”

"I won't stop you, but once you get out of the nineteenth layer of hell, he will definitely notice. The man in white admonished.

"So what, I'm going to the West Heaven, to the Daxiong Treasure Hall that shines with supreme light, and ask what the Buddha is!"

"What is the difference between Mahayana and Hinayana. ”

No one can stop him from castration.

After the karmic fire. His upper body is naked, and countless Fan Wen are engraved on his body, and he is not a Buddha.

When the karmic fire ignited, he threw the brocade robe on his body into the karmic fire, and gave up the nine-ring tin staff in his hand.

Buddhism is called to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground.

He now puts down the Buddha and will not be a Buddha for eternity.

If he hadn't picked it up yet, he couldn't believe it. The teacher, who has taught him for countless years, has actually done something very different from the Buddhist path he taught.

He couldn't stand it. This path is pointed out, so he has to go back no matter what, go back and tell him Master that he has let go and will kneel down and retreat from the future!

In the future, he will be a person who only cultivates the common people and only crosses the world.

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...

"I'm a golden cicada. From the moment I opened my eyes, I began to vigorously hold on to the obstacles that bound me around me, step by step, because I wanted to see the sky, I wanted to see the light.

I don't know how many years. After many changes, I finally came out, dug a hole in the ground, and when the first moonlight came down, I found that there was a seeker of truth beside the ancient tree, and he asked quietly, and he went to the avenue of enlightenment, and he wept...

Hearing the sound of the Tao, climbing the ancient tree, waiting for a day, coming out of the shell, I got a new life.

Dharma is impermanent, and I saw him again, but now he is no longer the one who asked, confided, or wept under the ancient tree.

He took me in the palm of his hand and said to me, 'Little Cicada, I will accept you as my second disciple, and you will practice with me in the future, okay?'

Until now, I have found out that everything is wrong, very wrong, I am just a cicada, a golden cicada... Every day, many people break through the barriers of the dirt and see the bright sky, and perhaps after me, someone will appear by the ancient tree, but no one will be able to see him beside the ancient tree to ask, confide, and weep.

Because at this time, he has reached an unattainable height, and there are countless people under his feet who pour out the confusion in their hearts, and he explains them one by one. ”

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The man got up, took a plain white robe from nowhere, wrapped his body tightly, and the nine ring scars on his head burned with flames, wanting to engulf the heavens and the earth, but in the end they were hidden under the robe.

In his hand he held a tin staff carved from an ancient wood, and the chain dispersed on its own.

He got up and looked out at the vast expanse of the land.

"I'm back. ”

One step is vast, independent Xuanhuang!

The white-haired man looked at his back and gradually moved away, sighing emptyly, unexpectedly distracted.

The white beast rubbed against its legs and feet, as if to say, "We should go too."

"yes, it's time to go. The white-haired man sighed.

"After the trip to the West, I think you can also know what you want to know the most, he is also back, and he always wants to reproduce the old things of the past. ”

The people he had been thinking about in these nineteen layers of hell had not disappeared and had returned.

It's just that he can't say it, because this is not just a dispute between the two worlds of Buddhism and Taoism, but also about this larger conspiracy.

After a long time, he sighed: "Let's go, listen, the sky is already in chaos, this land, don't collapse." ”

Patience is as immovable as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret!

... (To be continued.) )