I will Bury the Gods Chapter 216: : Nirvana??
Cao Quan is a well-known tall man in Cishou Village.
He is a good man and a good man. It is rumored that he prayed to the Buddha in his early years, he is a good doctor and witch, he can exorcise ghosts, gout and sores and other intractable diseases can be cured with medicine, so he has a good reputation.
There is a strange temple in Cishou Village. The statues enshrined in this temple are grotesque and weird. It is not between Buddhism and Taoism. , Inhale Yangshou.
After Cao Quan came, he summoned ten brave villagers to help exorcise evil spirits. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cao Quan held a spell and chanted scriptures. When exposed to light, it collapsed and died miserably.
Since then, the strange temple has ceased to be weird. Cao Quan sits in it, and incense burns in an endless stream.
Spring time.
Blossoms are blooming on the trees, and the wheat in the field is green. Cao Quan is sitting in the temple, dressed in a non-Buddhist and non-Daoist attire. He was dozing off when someone came to see him.
"The gold pendant was my daughter-in-law's favorite. She didn't go anywhere. It disappeared for no reason when she woke up. The servants at home searched for it for two days, but they couldn't find it. Please help me "The person who came was a well-known rich farmer from Cishou Village.
As usual, Cao Quan glanced at the portrait behind him. The rich peasants understood, and immediately bought incense to burn. , but against this ferocious statue, he really looks like a master of Taoism.
After the incense was burned, Cao Quan made a divination, told him that the gold pendant had been taken away by a mouse, and told him the approximate location.
Besides thanking him, the rich farmer hesitated, as if he was still in trouble, Cao Quan told him that it was okay.
The rich farmer told him that one of his relatives had a strange disease recently, and he had invited many doctors to treat him badly.
Cao Quan’s reputation is also good because he never took money from the poor when he healed and practiced medicine. People have paid for you.
Cao Quan is a kind person. A good person will not refuse to help others. He is also an expert. An expert will not refuse difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He followed the rich peasant to this relative's house.
This family's family name is Kang, and they are relatives who came to the rich peasants from other places. He wanted to put a Gu on him, half a month ago he drank a glass of wine and claimed that there was a Gu in the wine, and he couldn't get sick since then.
"Gu worms are afraid of chickens, so rent a black-feathered chicken, and I can cast a spell on it to peck away the poison." Cao Quan said.
"Black feather chicken? Where can I find such a chicken?" The Kang family was helpless.
"If you look for it with your heart, you will always find it." Cao Quan said lightly.
Sure enough, the servants of the Kang family went out to look for it, and found a black feather chicken. The chicken was sold by a skinny little girl. It was a chicken she rescued from the mountains when she was a child. Dear, now that my mother is seriously ill, she has no choice but to sell it.
The Kang family spent a lot of money to rent this black feather chicken. Cao Quan took a talisman and a black feather, soaked it in water, and asked Mr. Kang to take it together. Sure enough, the medicine cured the disease. , The black feather chicken was returned to the original owner, and the little girl who sold the chicken got the money, she was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.
After Mr. Kang recovered from his illness, he brought his family and servants to burn incense, and Cao Quan became more famous.
It's just that Mr. Kang said a word when he thanked him, which lingered in Cao Quan's heart and will never be forgotten:
"The virtue of the master is comparable to that of a holy bodhisattva."
Holy Bodhisattva...
There is a mountain next to Cishou Village, named Guangning Mountain. There is a small Buddhist temple on the mountain. After entering Buddhism, besides her, she brought a young man with her, but it was rumored that the young man was unconscious, as if he was a living dead. Some said it was her brother, while others said it was her husband.
In March, there were vicious tigers haunting the mountains and feeding on people. She went into the forests to subdue the vicious tigers and took them as mounts. The people thanked them and said that tigers and leopards are not the only troubles in the mountains. The gangsters were uprooted, and several culprits paraded in the street, beheading them all.
The folks don't know her name, but they only call her the Holy Bodhisattva.
Afterwards, the Holy Bodhisattva sat in the Sutra Pavilion and read the scriptures in retreat. However, she never refused the poor people's medical consultation. The monk was expelled from the mountain. Although it has only been two months, the reputation of the holy Bodhisattva has been unparalleled for a while.
The second time Cao Quan heard this sentence was after he cured a man who was infected by Yanliuhua Lane. The man begged Cao Quan to keep quiet, especially not to tell his wife.
After Cao Quan agreed, the man said: "The great kindness of the master is so great that the holy Bodhisattva is no longer allowed."
Cao Quan nodded slightly. He didn't leave in a hurry, but walked around the man's house for a while. A male and a half female?"
Hearing the words, the man lowered his head, and told the truth under the embarrassment. He and his wife had been married for many years, but for some reason, it was always difficult to have children, and they had quarreled many times because of this.
"Why don't you take a concubine?" Cao Quan asked.
The man was dejected, saying that his wife's natal family was powerful, they built the house and they bought the field, and he gave way to his wife's quarrels everywhere, not daring to go to her natal family.
As he was talking, the man's eyes lit up. He looked at the lame man in front of him who was not a monk or a monk, and asked tentatively, "Is there a way, Master?"
"Isn't there a Buddhist temple on Guangning Mountain? Isn't there a Guanyin in the Buddhist temple? Didn't you go to worship?" Cao Quan asked.
"I prayed a long time ago, a lot of incense is burned, but my stomach is not bulging at all." The man wondered.
"Isn't there a holy Bodhisattva on the mountain?" Cao Quan asked again.
The man is even more afraid to speak, he knows how powerful that holy bodhisattva is, although the holy bodhisattva is kind, but his eyes are fierce, and he has a disease of smoke and willows, which is a big taboo. Before even stepping in, he was driven out by the monk with a stick.
"You say you are a Bodhisattva, but you can't even save sentient beings. How can you become a Buddha?" Cao Quan said casually.
The man did not dare to respond, and after a while he said cautiously: "Master has the virtue of saving all sentient beings."
Cao Quan nodded lightly, took out a piece of talisman paper, and asked him to swallow it with water for his wife and children, and let her come to the temple alone after dark, and he would give her a son.
A strange look flashed across the man's face, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took the talisman paper with both hands and hurriedly responded.
Back to the temple and closed the temple door, Cao Quan fell into silence.
A moment later, a black figure walked out from behind the statue and asked, "Have you received the invitation from Ci Lao Ye's family?"
"Received." Cao Quan nodded.
"Okay, let's leave as soon as we steal the Buddhist treasure from Master Ci's house." Hei Ying said.
"What's the rush?" Cao Quan said.
"Of course you're not in a hurry. I'll do the bad things like stealing things and cheating, and you'll be the ones who are good and noble. Of course you're living a good life. I don't even dare to show my face." Heiying complained. .
"I am your brother, my own brother, I raised you." Cao Quan said calmly.
The black shadow was silent for a long time.
"We obviously don't need to do this, brother, with your morality, there is no need to do this kind of thing behind your back." Hei Ying said.
"No, it must be done." Cao Quan looked resolute, "I want to prove to Master that I am right."
Sombra fell silent again.
More than ten years ago, Cao Quanben was practicing in a Buddhist temple. He was puzzled by the Buddhist scriptures and asked what the meaning of Nirvana was. A momentary moment, and this moment presents an absolute silence, so time is not rushing, but a long-term silence. If you can grasp this momentary silence, you can become a Buddha.
Cao Quan can't understand, if the world is still and the flying arrows are still, then what is moving?
"How can we grasp this moment?" Cao Quan asked.
"I don't know, I'm still practicing." Master said.
"Who grasped the instant?" Cao Quan asked again.
"A person who has achieved true results." Master said.
As for how to achieve a positive result, it is back to the original question.
Cao Quan didn't know what a positive result was, but every time he asked the master about the scriptures, the master was vague.
As time went by, Cao Quan couldn't even tell what the appearance was. Finally one day, he boldly told his master that the Buddha was dead. The master didn't scold him for treason, he stared at it for a long time, and finally said in an old voice, "You've lost your mind."
Cao Quan ignored it and asked: "The world will be chaotic. Master will practice behind closed doors. How long will it last? When wars come in the future, who among the Buddhas will keep our temple safe?"
"The rise and fall of temples has existed since ancient times. If the Dharma is not destroyed, what is there to fear when the body dies?"
After the master finished speaking, he continued to meditate, with his long beard hanging down, as if he was sitting down.
Cao Quan knelt for a long time, and left the temple. He wanted to become a Buddha, and he became a Buddha by crooked ways, so as to prove that the sky has no eyes and the Buddha is dead.
In the past ten years, he has practiced martial arts hard. Although his legs are lame, he is only one step away from the indestructible King Kong in the book. When he came to Cishou Village recently, he asked for a Buddha treasure to become an immeasurable golden body.
The treasure of Buddha is in the family of Ci, and Master Ci regards it as his life, but now the master is getting old and mentally declining, so he decided to invite eminent monks to appraise the treasure together. The secret of longevity.
It took Cao Quan a few months to make a name for himself in the village. He has been regarded as a sage and the reincarnated Buddha Nirvana. The always cautious Master Ci also wrote to invite him. After three consecutive rejections, he finally agreed "reluctantly".
"Are you afraid?" Cao Quan asked, looking at the shadow beside him.
Hei Ying remained silent for a while, and finally said: "I have heard the rumors about that holy Bodhisattva recently, and I feel restless."
"Holy Bodhisattva?" Cao Quan sneered, and said, "It's almost a foregone conclusion that the world will destroy the saint. She dares to call herself a holy character. She really doesn't know how to live or die... Don't worry, we have been together for more than ten years. Today, the world is full of true energy, jumping off the bridge." Clowns emerge in endlessly, and people who play tricks on mysteries are not uncommon, this holy bodhisattva is just a mere girl, what is there to be afraid of?"
Hei Ying originally wanted to say that the head of the Taoist sect who dominates the martial arts is also a woman, but after hesitating, he finally did not speak.
"Okay." Cao Quan's words faded: "Tonight, there is a woman who wants to ask for a child, and you will receive it."
Heiying turned from worry to joy, "Thank you brother."
"You are my younger brother. We came here alone together. Of course I want to treat you well." Cao Quan seemed to be talking to himself.
Late at night, there was movement in the temple.
Cao Quan felt restless when he heard the movement. He didn't understand why he was bothered by it now that he had discovered all of this when he was twenty years old.
The next day.
A young man from Cishou Village came back to visit his relatives. He was a disciple of Guangning Temple, and it was said that he had a good Huigen.
Cao Quan bumped into him just in time, and he was interested in teasing him, so he chatted with him. During the chat, he asked about the holy Bodhisattva. What Dharma did the Holy Bodhisattva teach.
"The Holy Bodhisattva did not teach Buddhism, she taught us meditation." The boy said.
Cao Quan suddenly lost interest.
In his opinion, meditation is absurd and uninteresting. When people repeat a symbolic language, they will indeed fall into a vague spiritual realm. At best, it's nothing more than Nankeyimeng.
"The Bodhisattva said that the purpose of meditation is to retreat, to retreat the thinking to a more original realm, and use it as thinking." The young man replied.
"Oh? Then where did you retreat to?" Cao Quan asked.
"Everything in the world is nothing but the causality of the universe. Born in chaos, the book says that chaos is the beginning of all things. I thought I had obtained the Tao, but I could ask the holy Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva sister said I was wrong." The young man said dejectedly: "I don't know where I was wrong."
The young man looked at Cao Quan questioningly, and asked, "Does uncle know?"
Cao Quan was silent for a long time.
He had never thought about this, and he didn't even understand what he was talking about, but the boy was only a teenager after all, and he couldn't bear to ask. After pondering, he said solemnly: "You Looks good."
After this incident, Cao Quan believed even more that the so-called Holy Bodhisattva Religion was a mystic who taught specious lies.
He lives as he always has.
At night, his younger brother is responsible for doing evil, and during the day, he is responsible for rectifying evil and accumulating reputation. Until the day before the Ci Family appraised treasures, there was no one more famous than him in Ci Shou Village.
Master Ci met him in advance, but when they met, Master Ci could not stop sighing.
After Cao Quan asked, Master Ci said: "It's a pity that I couldn't invite a holy Bodhisattva after inviting so many eminent monks."
Cao Quan's heart moved. This time, he took the initiative to invite Ying to go to Guangning Temple to meet the holy Bodhisattva.
The Holy Bodhisattva is not difficult to see.
She is in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. On weekdays, when disciples are practicing martial arts, they can see her writing near the window from a distance. She is a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. She is dressed in Buddhist clothes and black hair. Delicate and moving.
When Cao Quan visited, the holy Bodhisattva was grinding with his head bowed.
He did not immediately explain the purpose of coming, but only said that he came to ask the Dharma and asked the Bodhisattva for advice. The holy Bodhisattva gave him two scriptures and asked him to read them by himself. Cao Quan smiled, put the books aside lightly, shook his head and said: "Cao has already seen through the secular obsessions. I want to ask the Bodhisattva for my mountain climbing today. The scriptures.”
"Oh?" The girl cast her eyes indifferently, but said, "Your desire and love are all there, what did you see through?"
"Cao has been abstinent ten years ago, and has never married a wife and had children. How can he be in love?" Cao Quan said calmly.
"Desires are desires, and desires must be sought. If you seek enlightenment through abstinence, you are also desires." The girl said calmly, and then asked: "I saw that you walked very slowly when you came, it should be because you covered your right leg. Illness, why?"
"The Holy Bodhisattva is famous, lame and ugly, Cao is out of etiquette..." Cao Quan suddenly realized that he said that he had no love in his heart, but he cared about his own appearance, so why not a kind of narcissism?
Thinking of this, Cao Quan broke into a cold sweat, but he still felt that this was just a way of distinguishing. Although in the past when his master was practicing Taoism, he had seen too many eloquent monks, so it was not surprising.
Thinking so, the Holy Bodhisattva finished grinding the mill, picked up the pen and pen, and suddenly said: "King Kong is not bad, you can't ask for it."
Cao Quan turned pale with shock, he looked at the girl in front of him as if he saw a demon.
"Why?" Cao Quan asked tremblingly.
The girl didn't answer, but said: "When you are successful in Taoism, you can come to see me again."
Cao Quan left Master Ci's invitation and left silently, it was only a coincidence.
The next day, the treasure appraisal banquet was held, and all the monks gathered, but the holy Bodhisattva still did not come. Disappointed, Cao Quan continued to carry out his own plan. Refining it into the body overnight, the body is like a dragon and elephant for a while, and it is difficult for swords and swords to enter.
Cao Quan was supposed to leave overnight, but he was always thinking about the words of the holy Bodhisattva. The next day, he climbed the mountain in common clothes, met the holy Bodhisattva, and demonstrated his magical power of vajra indestructibility.
The Holy Bodhisattva did not speak, and just tapped the pen on his shoulder. In an instant, his indestructible vajra body, which he was so proud of, quickly withered like a punctured ball. It was worse than a weak scholar. .
At this moment, Cao Quan sincerely feared and no longer doubted, he quickly knelt down and asked about Taoism.
"Gold and jade are lost on the outside, and they are naturally like a dream bubble, which will disappear at the touch of a touch." The girl said.
"But I have been cultivating both internally and externally all these years..." Cao Quan was puzzled.
"You must cultivate the Buddha body." The girl said.
"Buddha body? How to cultivate?"
"Becoming a Buddha."
"How to become a Buddha?"
"Put down the butcher knife, and you will become a Buddha naturally." The girl said calmly.
Cao Quan has heard this sentence countless times in the Jianghu, and his ears are callused. If he had heard it in the past, he would have scoffed at it, but today, Cao Quan dared not neglect it, and hurriedly asked.
The girl looked at him fixedly, and said: "You have done good deeds and accumulated virtue. In Shifu Township, you have the posture of becoming a Buddha. Unfortunately, your butcher knife has never been put down."
"The butcher's knife? Where do I get the butcher's knife?" Cao Quan was confused.
"Think for yourself," said the girl.
After Cao Quan went back, he thought about it all night. In the morning, his younger brother woke him up.
The younger brother put on brand new clothes, and he stepped on the newly bought boots, still lamenting how delicious the woman was that night, but he didn't notice any change in the way his elder brother looked at him.
"Help me try martial arts." Cao Quan said.
The younger brother agreed casually.
Half an hour later, the younger brother's body was tied with stones and thrown into the river.
Cao Quan broke the butcher's knife, his heart knot was solved, and his miraculous skills were accomplished again.
He confidently went to Guangning Temple in the name of thanking him. To his surprise, this time, the martial arts he had cultivated so hard, which he thought was not what it used to be, was pointed out again.
Cao Quan knelt on the ground, thinking of the unexpected look in his younger brother's eyes before he died, and couldn't understand it.
"You have a Buddha heart, but you are not a Buddha body." The girl said.
"How to become a Buddha?" Cao Quan asked eagerly.
"Sacrifice your life." The girl said calmly.
Cao Quan wanted to ask more questions, but he saw that the girl suddenly closed the book in her hand, and he clearly saw three words written on the book: "Nirvana Sutra".
If he realizes something, he will leave again.
Self-immolation requires a lot of determination, but Cao Quan didn't. He seemed so eager. In his own words, "I wanted to give up this mortal body a long time ago." He wakes up.
Painful.
Still suffering.
Is the road to becoming a Buddha so painful?
Cao Quan was thinking about the sufferings of the Buddha, and at the same time smelled the smell of burnt meat mixed with the smell of meat. He felt an unprecedented hunger. He suddenly remembered the face of his dead brother. The younger brother was at the bottom of the cold lake. Looking up at the face riddled with fish pecks, he grinned: "Brother, you are here."
Cao Quan woke up suddenly, it was too late.
The flames have reduced his hair to ashes.
At the last moment of his life, he just stared at the front quietly and muttered to himself: "I... have a photoshoot."
Cao Quan's death caused a sensation in the entire Cishou Village, and countless people came to mourn him. They turned over his ashes repeatedly, trying to find relics from them.
"It is impossible for him to burn out the relics."
In Guangning Temple, the girl in Tsing Yi said convincingly, then changed the subject and said with a smile: "He burned it in the open air, the temperature is not enough."
The disciples listening to the class laughed along, thinking that the Bodhisattva was joking, saying that Cao Quan's Buddhist teachings were not deep enough.
After lecturing to her disciples, she went back to the pavilion to write a book.
Today she sat quietly for a long time, only wrote eight characters on the book, and never wrote again.
The disciple who sweeps the floor saw the eight words: All deeds are permanent~IndoMTL.com~All dharmas are real.
The disciple murmured puzzled.
Leaving the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, the girl went back to her room. On the way, she met an old monk. The monk asked, "When will you travel far away?"
The girl paused slightly, and replied: "Recently."
She is leaving, and the disciples in the temple don't know the news yet.
Go back to the room, close the door, and the candles in the room are not lit. When there was no one there, she no longer concealed her face, the young girl moved lightly with lotus steps, and her gradually brighter dimples illuminated the simple wing room brightly.
She stared at the sleeping boy for a while, then walked into the depths of the wing.
The Tsing Yi fell to the ground in an uproar, followed by belts and satin skirts. They went along the way, like classical paper flowers paved, and when they reached the screen, only a single shirt remained.
The girl flipped her jade hand and untied the wooden hairpin that bound her hair. She held her hair in a bun and shook her head. Her long white hair flowed down like a snow waterfall, covering her elegant Buddhist robes.