Chapter 693 There is something wrong with your understanding (1/2)
Buddhism has the power of reincarnation, but there is still the mystery of separation.
Between life and death, there is a dense fog. Without guidance, the deceased can easily fall into the fog. It will take ten or even a hundred lifetimes to remember the past and present lives, which wastes a lot of time.
What's even worse is that if you stay too long, your wisdom will be damaged by the mist. The practice in the past life can hardly bring any benefit to this life, and the previous practice is wasted.
Therefore, it is necessary to light a lamp, use it, and then chant sutras and pray in front of the lamp, so as to guide the master's soul to return to its place and renew the relationship between master and disciple.
But after this, my master is no longer a master, but my disciple. This conjugated master-disciple relationship builds a complete and strict master-disciple system in Buddhism, allowing Buddhism to be passed down continuously.
After lighting the lamp, Xuankong asked several of his fellow disciples to help guard the lamp together. Only when he was sure that he had received Zen Master Shuankou's Yuanshen could he breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing the master's soul entering the reincarnation path arranged by him, Xuankong let out a long breath, then returned to his Zen courtyard holding the golden book, and then inspected the relics of Zen Master Shuakou.
These relics belong to his master, but some of them feel familiar to the touch. They should be artifacts that he used in his previous life and now belong to him.
Quietly stroking a golden cassock, Xuankong seemed to see himself sewing this thing stitch by stitch in the past, and couldn't help but smile.
After laughing, he put the cassock away, and then continued to compare the catalog and review other items. After confirming that it was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to check the golden book.
There are a large number of Buddhist secrets preserved in the Golden Book, which require various hardships. Some secrets can only be performed by relying on the Golden Book.
Xuan Kong even saw the secret method written by himself in his previous life, and the familiar feeling came back again, making him smile.
I originally wanted to spend a year slowly becoming familiar with the secret method, but just half an hour after watching it, Xuan Kong felt that there were many distracting thoughts in his heart, and even practicing "Right Mind Technique" could not block it out.
Looking at his sea of consciousness, he found that a large number of thoughts had been ignited in his heart, and even if they were destroyed, they would be born again.
Sighing softly, Xuankong knew that the inner demon had arisen and must be dealt with.
Putting aside his plans to learn the secrets for the time being, he picked up the golden book and started browsing the game he had just downloaded.
After seeing the name of the game, Xuankong frowned slightly and sighed: ""Black Buddha Kingdom Xuankong"? This name slanders Buddha as soon as it comes up. It is indeed the work of the devil. But the master's closed-mouthed chant is so good, not I’d be pissed off just because of a name.”
"The problem is still inside."
Swallowing hard, Xuankong felt a strong sense of danger.
The content in the game is definitely more dangerous than the title, and it might even make him fall.
But adhering to the purpose of not going to hell, whoever will go to hell, Xuan Kong activated the golden book and agreed to the regulations inside. Then he felt that his soul was forcibly pulled out and fell into the game.
When Xuan Kong woke up, he found that he had arrived in a deep mountain.
In the game, I am wearing armor and holding a stick, and I am holding half a peach in my hand, and the unique sweetness of the peach is still in my mouth.
Everything in front of him was lifelike, the surrounding green trees were lush, and the sky was even more dazzling blue. Xuan Kong couldn't help but sigh: "The white dragon is really powerful, this dream is so real."
He originally wanted to walk around, but Xuankong soon found that his body was out of control and he was walking forward automatically.
As his pace gradually quickened, he suddenly jumped towards the cliff. Before landing, he soared into the air and rushed straight into the distance.
After constantly traveling through the dense forest, the trees suddenly disappeared in front of me, and the scenery suddenly became brighter.
Four huge mountain-like Vajra Dharma Kings appeared in front of them. The four towering figures with ferocious faces carried endless coercion and rushed toward the mysterious sky overwhelmingly. There is also a huge demon god that stretches to the sky, standing on the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky, which makes people frightened.
Looking at these five huge people, Xuan Kong was surprised at first, then nodded and smiled: "Awesome! They are actually the Four Great Vajras! Bailong and the others actually still remember this! But who is that tall demon? Why haven't I seen it before? ?”
Just as he was about to ask in detail, Xuankong saw a dark cloud suddenly roll up in the sky, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals came like a tide, dyeing the sky ink.
Among them, there was a brilliant and vast voice from heaven and earth, resounding in all directions like thunder: "Xuankong, do you know you are wrong?"
Although he didn't know what mistake he had made, the scene in front of him clearly showed that these people were here because of him.
Holding the stick in his hand, Xuankong felt a surge of pride rising from his heart, and said in his mouth: "I, Xuankong, did I do anything wrong?"
"Stubborn!"
A huge hand fell from the sky, and the huge palm fell from the sky, pressing down on Xuan Kong and falling downwards.
Even if he waved the golden stick in his hand, he could still feel that the power of this palm was so powerful that it actually made him unable to breathe.
But the more this happened, the more excited Xuan Kong became.
Although the opponent is strong, he also feels that he is not weak. If you fight alone, you may not be afraid of this demon!
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He raised the stick in his hand and swept it away fiercely. The powerful force of the stick directly bounced the giant hand away. The aftermath even exploded the surrounding air, making the heavenly soldiers and generals in the air look like catkins in the wind. It was blown to pieces.
"Refreshing!"
With another move of the stick, the giant hand in front of him was directly smashed into pieces. The magic power of the collapse flowed freely like blood, making Xuan Kong feel more relaxed.
Just as he was about to continue pursuing victory, he suddenly found that his magic power was dissipating violently, and golden hoops suddenly appeared on his wrists, completely locking his magic power.
Before he could react, the giant hand in the air gathered again and struck him again.
Without the support of magic power, Xuankong felt like an ant, being pressed hard by this palm, and then kept going downwards.
Sparks were created in the air, and it was not relieved even when it hit the ground, but was directly pressed into the ground.
The surrounding soil kept pouring in, and Xuankong felt that his internal organs were being violently stirred up, and the blood in his mouth spit out uncontrollably.
Then, the giant hand turned into a towering mountain, and the mysterious black ooze without magic power was pressed under the mountain, unable to move.
But even so, he still glared fiercely at the ethereal giant in the sky, and shouted bitterly: "You are playing dirty tricks! I don't accept it!"
A loud voice sounded. It was neither sad nor happy, and even had a bit of sadness: "Xuankong, you have not changed your nature, and you have even killed the people who were destined to die. However, I, the Buddha, am merciful and will leave you here to repent for five hundred years. Wait. When the next person of destiny comes, you can go with him to get the scriptures.”
Then, the loud voice sounded again: "The fire in your heart has not been eliminated, and the six faculties have not been exhausted, so I will take away your faculties and let you purify yourself and reflect on it."
Xuankong was still sneering, and suddenly felt a chill in his crotch.
In his astonished eyes, he saw his organ detaching itself, struggling to get out of his trouser legs, climbing to the top of the mountain and facing the sky like a fledgling, and then resolutely spread its wings and flew high into the hands of the giant statue against the light.
It wasn't until the other party disappeared that Xuan Kong realized what he was saying and shouted: "Why is it that root weapon? Bailong, is there something wrong with your understanding of the root weapon?"
(End of chapter)