But the first sentence of the opening chapter of the Sutra is: "The Buddha is not stained by the world's Dharma, like a lotus flower in the water, all the worlds, all sufferings, should not give up sentient beings, want to enter Nirvana, how can it be bright and ......"

"Why is it ...... light?"

Lin Chen read silently, looking down at the handwritten ink with some nervousness and concentration, and suddenly he didn't know if it was because he was too focused, he found that the handwriting in his eyes had become blurred, and he was shocked, the more he wanted to see the content behind it, the more he wanted to see the content behind it, his eyebrows began to ache faintly, and those blurred handwriting also began to drift up, and in a trance, the scriptures that scattered a faint golden light seemed to float off the paper, and he was floating in front of him.

He snapped the tip of his tongue, resisted the dazzled feeling, and continued to look down.

"Why is it bright, like the sun, moon, and light, the most of the brightness, and all the brightness cannot reach, and the light of the great nirvana is also the same......"

One by one, the blurred ink drifted away from the yellowish paper, jumped into his eyes, entered his mind, and suddenly turned into waves of deafening Sanskrit Buddhist singing, resounding in his ears, just like a lonely boat in the stormy sea, Lin Chen's body couldn't help shaking, his eyes became more and more blurred, and his chest was full of nausea, dizzy to the extreme.

But the wandering golden mangs, as if there is a great attraction, attracted his attention, even in such a dizzy situation, he couldn't bear to look away, he carefully read the true meaning of those scriptures, faintly there seemed to be some kind of inexplicable understanding.

In less than a while, Lin Chen's already haggard face became more and more pale, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his back clothes were already wet with sweat, and the morning breeze gently blew, bringing an indescribable coldness.

Just when the countless Buddhist Sanskrit chanting in his ears was about to rush to the extreme he could bear, Lin Chen snorted, forcibly closed the scriptures in his hand, and gasped loudly a few times, finally got rid of that mysterious dizzy world, took a few deep breaths, and gradually returned to calm.

"It's wonderful!" Lin Chen let out a sigh, rubbed his still pale cheeks, couldn't help but sigh, looked up to the side, and was about to ask Master Burning Bitter for advice, but he didn't think about it, he was suddenly dumbfounded, it turned out that there was no one beside him, and Master Burning Suffering had already quietly left without knowing when.

He looked at the faintly bright sky, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, it turned out that before he knew it, another night had passed, and he didn't even realize it.

Lin Chen silently glanced at the sutra in his hand, his brows furrowed, and after a while, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, it was worthy of the immortal true law of Buddhism, how could it be so easy to understand the true meaning of samadhi, from the moment he closed the scripture, the content of the scriptures he had read, no matter how much he meditated on it, he couldn't recall the slightest bit, leaving only some vague impressions.

Just when this young man forced a smile and was a little lost, he suddenly felt a little dazzling in front of him, Lin Chen stretched out his hand to block it in front of him, and a faint ray of sunlight was passing through the misty mountains, shining on his face through the gap between his fingers.

He looked up unconsciously, but saw that a red sun was slowly rising from the eastern sky, radiating ten thousand rays of light, shining on the entire vast earth.

"Why is it ...... light?"

I don't know why, almost without thinking, like a flash of inspiration, a sentence blurted out, Lin Chen's mind suddenly seemed to stir up a huge wave, and with a bang, it seemed that thousands of mountains of waves hit him, his eyes flashed a different color, Huo Ran contracted and enlarged, and even his breathing couldn't help but be a little confused.

He couldn't help but recite this sentence silently over and over again, the hazy strange feeling in his heart slowly became a little clearer, and at this time, Lin Chen suddenly found that the Taishi Dao power in his body, which was originally as ethereal as flowing water, but had been calm and a little lifeless since he woke up from his injury, seemed to be at this time, and finally showed a trace of fluctuation, and slowly pulled up.

Although the meaning of the flow seemed very faint and imperceptible under the evil Buddha power of the Witch Emperor, Lin Chen could clearly feel the familiar sense of joy.

Lin Chen was surprised and delighted, stunned for a long time, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on such a thin scripture in his hand again.

Why is it so bright......

After reading it again, the inexplicable familiarity in his heart was even stronger, and his heart moved, could it be that this sentence is the true word?

Originally, he just wanted to stand on this mountain and meditate, but he never thought that Master Burning Suffering would come to talk with him for a long night in person, and even handed him the supreme scriptures of this Fanyin Temple, until this moment, to be honest, Lin Chen still had an indescribable sense of confusion in his heart- It's just that after this experience, the mountain breeze is blowing, the white clouds are long, the young man on the cliff who was stunned, he stood for a day and a night, but there seemed to be no tiredness on his handsome face, but he woke up from a big dream, and the fatigue was swept away, and he only felt a long-lost refreshment and peace all over his body!

Under the irrepressible agitation for a while, Lin Chen couldn't help but let out a long roar towards the vast sea of clouds under the cliff.

This is like the sound of the bell, echoing among the mountains of Luofu, galloping and rolling, shaking away the clouds of the day, and after a while, the aftermath slowly calmed down.

In the distance, in the temple opposite the Baiyun Cliff, several masters of the Fanyin Temple who were sitting in meditation opened their eyes in unison, frowned slightly, slowly raised their heads, and looked out the window.

The disciples and monks under the seat suddenly heard this clear roar coming from between the mountains in the distance, and they also looked at each other, shocked, thinking about the main land of Luofu Mountain, how dare anyone be so presumptuous?

"It's a long roar, I don't know which junior disciple has cultivated and understood, good! good!" A middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged in front of the disciples put down the knocking fish in his hand, his face was slightly different, but he was mostly happy, and he said something together.

A group of monks around you, you look at me, I look at you, are shaking their heads and silent, can enter this Luofu Fanyin ancient temple to listen to Zen almost all of the disciples in the Fanyin Temple are promising disciples, this middle-aged monk in a gray robe looks quite a bit of mountain and forest elegance, the law name is clear, is the first disciple of Huiyuan among the remaining masters of the older generation of Fanyin Temple, and is also one of the few second-generation disciples of Fanyin Temple.

Pure space followed in the master of Huiyuan for many years, not only the practice of profound, Buddhism, in the Zen debate is more famous, in the past years into the red dust, has traveled around the Buddhist temples around the temple to preach the meaning of the scriptures, the style is the same, impressed a lot of people, so the clear space is in the Fanyin Temple of the few "net" word generation of the second generation of disciples, is also very respected by several other people, in the second generation of disciples, because of its practice years deepest, the oldest, is born in the long line of the pure dust, but also honored him a senior brother.

The reason why all the disciples are here today is because today is the Buddhist lecture held in March, and it is mainly this senior brother who studies and explains the Dharma to everyone.

Hearing the words of the senior brother, these disciples on the field suddenly woke up, this is someone who is enlightening, but around them, it seems that they have not found any senior brother or brother missing, who will that person be?

Jingkong saw the stunned look on everyone's faces, and looked up at the silent master and the two uncles on the seat, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, but at this time, he suddenly noticed that the little junior brother next to him looked stunned, and couldn't help patting him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, what are you thinking?"

Jingming seemed to be startled, his body shook, and when he turned around, he was in a hurry, and he almost lost the knock fish on his hand and fell to the ground.

Seeing the startled and innocent appearance of the youngest junior disciple in the second generation of disciples, Jingkong couldn't help but smile a little, shook his head and said softly: "Practicing in front of the Buddha, you can't be absent-minded." ”

Jingming's face was slightly red, and he hurriedly bowed his head and chanted a Buddha horn, then looked up at the senior brother, smiled, and said: "What the senior brother taught is that the junior brother was also shocked by the whistle for a while, so he lost his mind. ”

"Oh, could it be that Senior Brother knows who this howling person is?" Jingkong was slightly stunned, and then smiled.

Jingming nodded, with a lot of admiration on his face, and said: "This voice should be Lin Shizhu, right, I didn't think that only a day has passed, Lin Shizhu's cultivation seems to have made great progress, which is really surprising." ”

"Senior brother, but did you say that Lin Chen's benefactor who was recuperating in my temple?"

The clear space is interested, he knows that this junior brother is talented and intelligent, and has another layer of wisdom for Buddhism, and his practice is a very rare Vajra Buddha sword in Buddhism, today he was ordered by the master to study the practice of all the disciples and disciples, and found that the practice of Jingming has made great progress, especially the attainments of the Buddhist kendo are advancing by leaps and bounds, that is, he already knew the talent of the little junior brother, and he couldn't help but be surprised。

And Lin Chen's matter, he naturally heard a little about it, and for this person who was denounced as a deviant by the Xuanmen Righteous Way when he went out of Shushan, he knew about his existence when he talked to Senior Brother Jingchen a few years ago.

"Is his injury healed?" said Jingkong in surprise.

Jingming shook his head, a trace of worry appeared on his face, "Uncle Abbot also saw him once yesterday, and only said that although his external injuries were fine, his internal injuries were extremely serious, and it was not within the reach of a day's work to heal. ”

Hearing the words of the little junior brother, Jingkong was stunned for a while, in such a seriously injured situation, the Tao does not retreat but advances, is this Lin Shi Master those who are born with extraordinary cultivation idiots?

Just as he was about to say something, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and when he looked up, it was the Master of Burning Suffering who walked in lightly.

"The disciple has seen the presiding abbot. ”

The disciples hurriedly stood down from the futon and saluted.

Master Burning Bitterness turned the rosary lightly, smiled slightly at the disciples, and slowly stepped forward.

Jingkong saw that Uncle Abbot looked at him and knew what he meant, so he said in a low voice: "Uncle Hui, the disciples' cultivation has made great progress. ”

Master Burning Suffering nodded, looking at the few outstanding disciples in front of him after the catastrophe, and he didn't know whether he missed those young faces who were once familiar, or because of the extra evil aura on these disciples, he sighed in a low voice, and did not walk up to the lotus platform that belonged to him in the middle of the Buddha statue in the temple, but walked straight to the window, looked at the empty mountains in the distance, and muttered silently.

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Last week, my health has been poor, and I can't keep up with the update, so I'm sorry to everyone.