Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 118: Take the true self, see the true self!

On the white jade lotus seat, a group of great virtues and monks turned into bones, and even the Qinglong Temple showed a dilapidated color at this time, and the colorful scene of falling Ying turned into the bleakness of late autumn.

However, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly stopped. This is different from the stillness of the picture. It is more like a reshaping of time. Of course, this is not the real world, and the Seven Laws do not travel through time and space. More is like a kind of illusory bondage.

Monk Qilu didn't seem to be surprised by this, he just looked calmly at the withered bone sitting at the first seat by the bluestone table.

The skin and flesh of the dry bones began to be reshaped, together with the dry bone with a cherry blossom sticking to the front of the forehead.

The former is Monk Huiguo, and the latter is Monk Konghai.

Monk Konghai was still sitting there motionless, as if he didn't know everything around him, but after the body and flesh recovered, Monk Huiguo slowly got up and walked towards Qilu.

"You are still too impatient."

Monk Huiguo said.

At the same time, Monk Huiguo spread out his palms and held a handful of cherry blossoms in his palms. An autumn breeze blew the cherry blossoms, leaving only two or three of the original handful of cherry blossoms at this time.

"I didn't respect the Buddha or the ancestors. I didn't expect that I would become such a person." Master Huiguo stood in front of Qilu, carefully studying the Qilu,

He seems to be looking in a mirror, but he always feels that he in the mirror is a little strange.

"You are you, I am me." Qilu raised his hand, the light of the Buddhist beads in his hand was looming at this time, "The poor monk is just curious, when are you going to sit there and watch the show?"

"Hey." Monk Huiguo let out a sigh, stretched out his hand, patted his chest lightly, then turned sideways and looked at the dead bones of the high monks who were motionless on the white jade lotus, "They, After all, it is my disciple, and this Qinglong Temple is my hard work after all."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Qi Lv takes a step back. This step shows an attitude, a bit similar to Chuhe Hanjie.

Venerable Huiguo smiled slightly. In fact, from the very beginning, he knew the attitude of the person in front of him. Otherwise, he could have a better choice, and a choice not to waste.

"You stand on your stand, we are just a piece of phantom memory left here compared to you, how much can you take away from the phantom memory? If you stand on our stand , We are living people." Monk Huiguo asked very seriously, "Do you think it’s too regrettable?"

"At least, I'm still me." Qilu replied.

"I am not for a living, nor for a longer continuation. I am not so vulgar, let alone so boring. I also yearn for a great place to be forgotten for life.

But I still think that it might be better for me to replace you. After all, my wisdom, my philosophy, my experience, everything about me, seem to be better than you;

I don't need to be strong against you, nor do I need to be strong, so I will ask you one last time, are you really unwilling? "

Qili did not hesitate at all, and shook his head directly.

"Then, that's all." Monk Huiguo stepped back and sat back on the bluestone table again, frowning slightly, as if thinking, as if he was looking, or, with a kind of Self-deprecating emotions don't know what kind of mind is thinking.

Perhaps, this expression and this state of mind shouldn't appear on this legendary monk, but right now, it is a very special moment.

"Can you tell me why you are so wary of me?" Monk Huiguo asked, "If you follow my method, you will still be you, I will still be me, even you can become a better you, and I, I can also become a better me."

"If you have been sealed here for more than a thousand years, maybe the poor monk will be tempted, but you are not.

For you, even if you have reached the age of 60 this year, it may be the twilight of your life for ordinary people at that time, but for you, you are in the prime of life.

Because you are too good and too lonely, the poor monk dare not agree with your approach.

The poor monk has a friend. He has similar experiences. The poor monk is not him. At this time, he doesn't have the confidence to walk the path he has walked again. Said Qilu.

"Actually, there is another reason, you didn't say it." The smile and calmness on Monk Huiguo's face were completely gone at this moment, replaced by a slightly joking expression, as if, only at this moment, he In order to take off all their masks.

It is also appropriate to see the true self by the self.

"You know, I wouldn't be willing to waste it this way."

Hearing this, Qilu didn't say anything, but this attitude was already tacitly approved.

"If you don't waste it, you won't waste it." Monk Huiguo put his hands together, "Amitabha, I'm sorry for my disciples."

Next moment,

Everything around began to recover, the high monks who had turned into dead bones began to regain their flesh and blood, and the bleak environment returned to the atmosphere of blooming cherry blossoms.

The monks seemed to have just taken a nap and were all awake at this time, except for the monk Kukai who was still sitting there motionless.

I didn’t wait for the monks to say anything or other actions,

Only heard Monk Huiguo scream: "Catch Qinglong Temple luck!"

In an instant, a cyan phantom began to rise from the top of the Qinglong Temple and gather, turning into the shadow of a blue dragon.

"Go!"

As Monk Huiguo pointed his finger, the shadow of the blue dragon floated directly to Qilu.

Qilv unceremoniously stretched out his hand to grab it, and then, Qilu's eyes began to go back and forth in front of the masters in front of them.

Meaning, it's very simple.

"Give him, Dharmakaya cultivation, give him."

Monk Huiguo said.

"Follow the law."

The monks did not hesitate at all, nor did they show any resistance or dissatisfaction. In this era, the status of a master is enough for them to do anything meaninglessly according to instructions.

In the next moment, the Buddha's light and shadows floated up from the monks, and slowly all gathered on Qilu.

Only Monk Kukai remained motionless. "One leaf blinded you from seeing Taishan" was talking about his state at this time. He had no idea what was happening outside, and he was completely isolated.

Monk Zihuiguo also appeared on the body of a Buddha almost turned into substance, and slowly walked towards the Seven Laws, and finally sat cross-legged beside them.

"My side, it's over, your side, you can start."

Monk Huiguo waved his palm, and everything around him seemed to be cut off at this time, as if a scroll was cut off from the middle, one side was the monks on the white jade lotus, and the other was Qilu.

………………

The wind lightly blew across the Qinglong Temple in the first year of Yongzheng of Tang Shunzong. The pace of spring brought the blossoms of cherry blossoms and a peaceful scene.

On the white jade lotus seat, the 60-year-old Master Huiguo raised his teacup and said, "Amitabha Buddha."

In an instant,

The monks below woke up leisurely, as if they were just taking a nap together just now, and as if they were only slightly absent.

"Today's tea party, this is the end." Master Huiguo said.

"Follow the law."

The monks together said yes, and slowly left, leaving the place where only the Dongying monk Kong Hai who came with the envoy to the Tang Dynasty last year was left. He has already worshipped the Qinglong Temple Master Huiguo to get the true story.

"Konghai, what else do you have?" Master Huiguo's face is already full of wrinkles and gullies. In this era, forty years old is already considered to be an older person, and sixty years old is already a real longevity.

Kong Hai was a little surprised and inexplicable, because he had just seen brother Hui Ze, who had been practicing hard for 30 years, said goodbye to the master with all the brothers.

Brother Huize, did you speak?

Immediately, upon hearing Master’s question, Monk Kukai looked towards Master in a little astonishment, only to find that Master’s originally gentle and jade face was covered with ravines at this time, and the palms protruding from the robe were also skinny, Master. Respect, when did you become so old?

Monk Kong Hai remembered that when he and the envoy to Tang Dynasty first met Master, although Master was nearly sixty years old (60), he looked like a twenty-year-old man, and he himself worshipped the Qinglong Temple. , After only one year, the master turned out to be............

"The heart is in trouble~IndoMTL.com~ It's anxiety. If you don't see through the falsehood, why see through the world."

Monk Huiguo looked at Kukai and said.

Monk Kukai's heart was stunned, and he quickly put his hands together and said:

"The master said that the disciple is in focus."

"Kong Hai, you are two disciples of teaching the Fa for the teacher. Although you have been studying for a year, you can already go out of the sect; for the teacher to deduce the cause and effect, the future root of my Tantric Buddhism will depend on you. , You can go back."

Master, are you trying to drive yourself away?

Kūkai was a little panicked. In this era, the gap between the Tang Dynasty and Japan is equivalent to that of the later generations of the United States and Mexico. No matter in terms of national identity or Buddhist attainments, Buddhist monk Kūkai is convinced of Qinglong Temple. How would he be willing to stay? Leave at this time?

Raising his hand to stop Monk Kong Hai from speaking, Monk Huiguo continued: "Since the Taizong reign, the prosperity of Buddhism in my country has exceeded the top three. We must know that the water overflows. Nowadays, there are so many temples in the world. Temple slaves are even more uncountable. Within forty years, the Buddhist catastrophe will surely come. My Qinglong Temple is the leader of the Tang Buddhist temple. This catastrophe will inevitably bear the brunt.

However, the inheritance of Tantra is unbroken. "

After speaking, Monk Huiguo looked at Kukai with a smile.

Hearing the words, Kukai took a deep breath and said with his hands together: "Amitabha, my disciple will follow Master's teachings."

"Go, go."

Three days later, Monk Konghai left the Qinglong Temple and embarked on the road back to Dongying. He did not bring a scripture nor any entanglement, except for a robe, only a cherry blossom in the Qinglong Temple.

In the same year, Monk Huiguo passed away in Qinglong Temple.

Forty years later, during the Yongchang period of Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty, Wuzong destroyed the Buddha and destroyed more than 46,000 temples in the world, forcing nearly 300,000 monks and nuns to return to the vulgar and accepting 150,000 slaves.

Qinglong Temple was burned in this catastrophe............