Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 557: The Seventh World Cultivation of Buddhism finally “realize him”
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Mu Tiannan was very disgusted when she pinched the red light ball. He squeezed the red light ball hard while speaking. The rat demon really wanted to vomit another mouthful of old blood.
Lin Luoran finally caught the very short moment when it was distracted, and pointed it as a pen, and quickly caught the pulse of "fire". A golden character had been written, and the flames ignited from all directions, drawing silk into a cocoon. Surrounded the rat demon group.
Actually, to deal with monsters, the word "thunder" is the best, but Lin Luoran himself is a person who has transformed himself into a god, but has not been able to overcome the catastrophe. Where can he dare to cause the purple thunder to fall for fear of not having The Rat Demon smashed to death, but she was going to "transmit the gods" immediately.
The golden characters are drawn from the "Daoshu", which is the most orthodox inheritance of the robe. After each word is broken into pieces, it is a new experience every time.
The word "fire" written by Lin Luoran with the cultivation of gods is very different from when she first learned it during the interstellar wandering.
The former "fire" has traces to follow, but now the fire that is burning does not know where to ignite and what is needed to extinguish it.
Mu Tiannan cultivates a demon in person, and can't help avoiding when the fire cocoon surrounds the rat demon. Outsiders don't know what it's like to be the rat demon in it.
"Can it be burned to death?"
Mu Tiannan leaned forward with the small red light ball. Lin Luoran looked inside the fire cocoon. The rat demon possessed the light of Buddha. Unless it is completely cut off from the power of faith, this matter will Lin Luoran didn't even know how long it took.
But where can we cut off the connection between the rat demon and the believers in Posao?
To know that the power of faith is a bond that cannot even be cut off the interface. Take Lin Luoran herself. She left the earth from the Tongtian Tower to this realm. The thin lines that are invisible to the naked eye are inextricably linked. The believers of the earth Still sending faith light groups to her sea of knowledge.
"Jushi Lin!"
Zhi Xiu's voice sounded, and Lin Luoran and Mu Tiannan landed to the dirt pit where the Bodhi tree was uprooted.
Looking down the pit, the huge underground zone is just below the golden temple, stepping on the edge of the clod to fall continuously, and the little novice Zhixiu is sitting cross-legged among the completely resentful spirits, seeing the two show up and laugh The meaning is somewhat solemn.
"These resentful spirits were tortured during their lifetime, and their grievances persisted for years after death. What they hate most is the rat demon. If there is still a place in the world that contaminates the will of the people, there is nothing more than this."
Zhi Xiu’s tone was bitter. He read the scriptures, and the resentful spirits were bound to his side. By watching them, he knew that the pain had been relieved. Once he saw the rat demon, I was afraid that thousands of resentful spirits would boil again.
It's almost dawn, and Lin Luoran faintly knows Zhixiu's scruples, but the situation does not give her extra choice, so she has to drag the cocoon into the resentful spirit array.
Two different fires met. The former tortured the Wraith, and the latter washed the sin. A vacuum belt was left in the Wraith Array, and Zhixiu jumped into the air. The grieving spirits noticed the rat demon breath, and Zhixiu's previous soothing efforts had been done for nothing. They rushed to surround the fire cocoon like moths to the fire, and wherever the filth went, even the most pious beliefs were nowhere to be placed.
Lin Luoran saw that the rising light group of faith under the mountain could not get close to the wraith pit, and the rat demon's successor was cut off!
The rat demon in the fire cocoon finally feels wrong. At first, it was swearing, but when the light got brighter, it had become a faint pleading.
With how many benefits and threats it promises, it can't touch the three hearts that are hard as gold and iron because of the horrific sight of thousands of grievances. The sun was obstructing the evil spirits, and Mu Tiannan even spread his wings at dawn to cover the hole of the evil spirits tightly.
The situation is clear. Once the rat demon's reserve force is cut off and the cocoon burns its defenses, it will burn its body, revealing the deep-hidden rat demon soul.
At that time, the believers and monks of Posao country had to carefully identify who is the real evil spirit!
After dawn, the monks of the Phasamite religion have already reacted. The Phasamite religion has been in business for many years and naturally has a special contact information. The Buddha’s birthday is just after, and both believers and monks from all over the country gather in Ramaya, heaven As soon as it was light, Lin Luoran found that many people were rushing to the mountain.
Avid believers are not afraid of death at all. In their opinion, Rakshasa is doing evil and the true Buddha suffers hardship. In order to save the Buddha, the mortal body that can pay for the worthless flesh will be recognized by the Buddha and go to the pure land of bliss .
Lin Luoran was moved by their involvement, but strongly disapproved of their behavior.
Thinking about it, she pinched another spell and projected the scene under the Wraith Pit to the sky.
The distorted shadows of thousands of young women were highlighted, and some people were shocked.
Lin Luoran snorted coldly: "These resentful spirits are all harmed by your Buddha, I see who dares to stop me and exterminate demons!"
Zhixiu made a noise of the Buddha's name, bowed his head and chanted sutras, closed his eyes like Qingtan, and there was water flashing in the corners of his eyes. The tired wisdom of the past life and cultivation made his heart soft.
The fire burned for three full days. Lin Luoran consumed seven or eight layers of spiritual essence in his body. Thousands of resentful spirits wailed, naturally affecting the mood of the rat demon in the fire cocoon, and changed other conditions. This pseudo-Buddha It can still be calm, but it is surrounded by thousands of creatures that have been harmed by it. A loophole in its state of mind appears. The majestic Buddha's light fades like water, the army is defeated like a mountain, and the captured human flesh is more powerful. It is not enough to withstand the continuous burning of the fire.
The monks and mad believers who tried to go up the mountain for three days were all fanned away by Mu Tiannan with his wings. On the fourth day, the sun jumped out of the mountains and covered the top of the mountain covered with broken stones, covering the glorious and sacred body of Wata Mi. In the temple, a cry of mourning resounded through the Buddha City of Ramaya, and the red light shot, and the rat demon's primordial spirit turned into a cloud of fog and wanted to escape, and was dragged back by thousands of resentful spirits.
The big white mouse flashed away in the middle of the Buddha City. The rich fragrance of Luo Yehe has not yet dissipated. It is indescribable irony to contrast with the cry of believers who seem to be crazy.
"Fooling the people, killing innocent women, killing innocent women..." Lin Luoran hasn't made any murderous intentions for a long time, even when she saw Xin Yuanping again, she didn't have such emotions. The only thing she thinks now is to call the rat demon God and Soul Ju. Extinction, no reincarnation!
Zhixiu sighed again and again, "Mr. Mu, please throw the essence of the Bodhi tree into the fire."
The red light group Mu Tiannan pinched it for three days, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat it and threw it away. After hearing Zhixiu's words, he threw it into the fire.
The Bodhi tree is ignorant and has not yet opened up its spiritual wisdom. Of course, its life essence is not as good as the primordial spirit of the rat demon. When it enters the fire, it is burned. The rat demon screams again. It is really painful and painful. .
In the middle of the day, the primordial spirit of the rat demon has been burned extremely weak, and Lin Luoran estimated the consequences of its participation in strength and removed the cocoon.
First, the spirit essence in her body has been consumed seven or eight, and second, some grudges can always be offset by personal grievances.
As soon as the fire cocoon was withdrawn, the resentful spirits didn't dare to believe it at first, but after reacting, they surged up, tearing and gnawing the weak primordial spirit of the rat demon!
This white rat who stole lamp oil in front of the Buddha was accidentally contaminated with the light of the Buddha and opened up his spiritual wisdom. If he practiced diligently afterwards, he might not be able to cultivate the right fruit in the good environment of the spiritual world. Now the body and spirit are gone, the blue and yellow springs are exhausted, and there is no place for it to survive.
The rat demon's primordial spirit disappeared. Its forcibly converging faith lost its leader and ran around. The believers and monks were sad and at a loss. The sky was wide and the sky was wide. Thinking of the following years, they were at a loss for what to do.
The city of Ramayah was crying, and even the King of Pasa Kingdom shed a few tears on the throne when he heard the news.
The cry of crying will spread throughout the continent in the next few days. Lin Luoran looks down at the bloodied civilians on the banks of the Luoye River. This situation requires great concentration. In order to stick to the heart.
In addition to black and white, there are huge gray areas in the world. There is no absolute right or wrong judgment for many things.
Just like the Rat Demon established the Psamaism to teach fools, whether or not it distorts the doctrine, it is its own way... If you have not seen thousands of grieving spirits, Lin Luoran's original intention is to leave this star through the interstellar teleportation array. He would never kill the rat demon.
No matter what moral standard is adopted, there is no such thing as "using low-level creatures as stepping stones to pursue heaven." Lin Luoran is not a moral gentleman, but she has no guilt for killing the rat demon.
The golden temple in the Buddha City is only left with broken walls and shingles. The scorching sun is like fire, and the snow on the mountains of the Buddha City is slowly melting. The Luoye River is so holy under the blue sky, which makes people want to forget that the source of the holy river has continued for thousands of years. Sins that happened.
Lin Luoran sighed, "Psamaism is too deeply rooted, and the rat demon is dead. It's probably not so easy to solve the tailings. Master Zhixiu has any good ideas?"
Zhi Xiu nodded: "Thousands of grievances in front of me are extremely difficult to overcome, but I don't force this moment. I wonder if Lay Lin is interested in listening to the little monk talk about cause and effect?"
The Buddhist monk will not aimlessly, Lin Luoran will naturally not refuse.
Zhi Xiu restored the withered linden tree and straightened it to block the noon sun. The three of them sat on the ground next to the tree and listened to the little novice monk talking about the past.
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During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Buddhism flourished, and Dadi Taoism in China had to go backwards several feet.
The first generation of Zhixiu was an abandoned baby. He was abandoned in front of the gate of a Buddhist temple on the outskirts of the imperial city. The monk who carried water from the temple picked it up and raised him. He naturally followed the situation and believed in the Buddha.
At that time, Buddhism was prevalent, but the secular temples did not represent Buddhist practitioners. The monks in the monasteries only depended on secular incense and the private fields of the temple to survive.
When he was a teenager, Zhixiu found a mutilated classic in the corner of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in the temple.
This book is not a well-known scripture and meaning for monks, but an isolated copy of the Buddha's theory on supernatural powers and magic techniques. Zhixiu, who grew up in a temple, can be said to have no dust in his heart. He is purer than the plain soup and watery Su Zhai in the temple. He began to recite the scriptures since he was able to speak. For more than ten years, he has never missed morning and evening scripture classes. I don't understand, the common handed down Buddhist scriptures can be read thoroughly.
I went to see magical powers with his pure and sincere thoughts. After practicing for a few years, he was still awkward and not resuscitated, so that he could find the most superficial little magical powers such as "Hexintong", and his strength soared. For two years, carrying two large buckets of water to and from the mountain road dozens of times a day without getting tired.
For other people, diving can't stop Long has long been thinking about his own way out, Zhixiu has learned magical powers, and his honest personality can only let all the seniors push the chores to him.
He feels that he is strong, and he laughs and does not shirk when he meets others who take advantage of him. He looks very popular, and all the seniors love him to call him a fool.
A fool can't lick his face and be greedy with the brothers, the magical power he has learned is unknown.
When Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty came to the throne, Buddhist temples bloomed everywhere, and more and more fields were encircled, and the civilians were forced to lose land. Emperor Taiwu began to restrain the development of Buddhism and forced some monks to return to the secular world. Before the little novice monk Zhixiu waited until he became a monk holding a "dubai" in his hand, he was driven down the mountain by a couple of pieces of silver from the temple.
That year, there were vulgar monks everywhere in the country. They had no livelihood skills and no permanent assets. Many monks grew their hair and married their wives. Zhixiu grew up in the temple and never thought about anything other than being a monk. Out of the way, he stumbled and wandered for a few years, strictly guarded the rules and disciplines, was blinded by a small magical technique, and walked the famous mountain of China with a tendon by alms.
When he knocked on the door of the Buddhist sect by mistake, Zhixiu's face was so dishevelled that his predecessors who wanted to lead him to practice Buddha were very surprised.
Finding a fellow, Zhixiu has no desire to pursue fame and wealth, so he stays in the mountains with peace of mind, discusses the scriptures with the monks every day, and practices magical powers, but he also lives happily.
The first life died without disease when he was 120 years old. The senior Buddhist practitioners who led him to the introduction believed that he was of good quality and good quality, but unfortunately in this life, he did not realize that the Buddha's righteousness to death was pure mind when he was a teenager. His soul enables Zhixiu to reincarnate and preserve the memories of previous lives.
In the second life, he was a woodcutter, and his middle-aged wife escaped into the empty door. The memory of his previous life was restored until he died, and another life was wasted.
He was a celebrity in the third life.
The fourth life...years flew by. Until the seventh life, he was born into a rich family, and he was raised to the age of seven or eight due to the cause of the disease in the womb. The family asked a famous doctor to buy medicine and spent a lot of money. Finally Following an old monk's suggestion and fostering in the temple, the fetal disease slowly healed.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, despite family opposition, he converted to Buddhism.
His parents died in their twenties. When his widowed mother was seriously ill, he was crying blindly and let him go back to secular life. At that time, Zhixiu's memories of previous lives have been awakened, so how can he follow him?
After the widowed mother left, his relatives accused him, and he disappeared without a trace after he ran away from his family business.
The seventh life was diligent and unrelenting. In the end, he lived up to his mother's will. In his later years, he was alone in the wild temple, but he still failed to find the real "Buddha".
As for the eighth life, it was the "Zhi Xiu" that Lin Luoran saw. He was born in the most turbulent and dark age of China. Compared with previous lives, he knew the previous life and was the earliest awakening.
After several lifetimes, he felt that he seemed to have realized something, and he had to study it, but his mind was still blank.
In the eighth generation, Su Hui was born, and Zhixiu found the Buddhist sect he joined in the first life. The predecessor of the Buddhist sect who received him has already left this world. After several lifetimes, he has superb Dharma, supernatural powers and mysterious powers. Accepted by Buddhism.
According to the seniority of the first life, he is a very old senior in Buddhism, and his position is naturally supernatural.
Just a day without real "enlightenment", Zhixiu has always been a novice monk. For several decades, Lin Luoran knocked on the door to avoid Sefozong in order to purify the evil spirit of the Jinling Blood Pond Underground Palace, and saw it for the first time Zhixiu, he is still the "little novice" with detached status.
The experience of several lifetimes is eloquent, which makes people feel immersive. Lin Luoran and Mu Tiannan can be attentive.
Zhixiu smiled sideways:
"I would also like to thank Lay Lin. If it were not for the mage in the underground palace of Jinling, the little monk would have to take a few detours if he wanted to come. Let you read through the scriptures and magical powers. I don’t know who you are. A pile of dry bones.
After the Jinling incident, Buddhism once again appeared in the world, and when the earth catastrophe, the little monk ran away and suffered, from his own life and death, he saw the sufferings of this world, and then it became faintly clear why he has cultivated several Buddhas for several generations.
The Buddha is also known as the enlightened person. Enlightenment has three meanings: self-consciousness, enlightenment of him, and enlightenment of perfection, which are the highest attainments of Buddhist practice. After seven lifetimes, it was the little monk who was consciously aware, and the star-filled planet in front of him was the realm of "knowing him" that the little monk wanted to enlighten all beings. "
Enlighten the sentient beings of the Posao Kingdom?
Not to mention the fanatical believers and monks, even thousands of grieving spirits will consume countless hours, and when they meet together, Lin Luoran asks that he can't do this step anyway.
Looking at Zhixiu's understatement, but firm in reality, Lin Luoran knew that he had found his own way of cultivation.
Maybe if we meet again in the future, Zhixiu will take off his status as a novice monk.
The seventh generation of Buddhism began to realize "knowing him." Lin Luoran was happy for Zhixiu, might as well Zhixiu stood up and eased his hands and feet.
"Jushi Lin wanted to find relatives and friends, and he kept heading west after leaving Posuoxing. Xu Youhui... It was the little monk who practiced shallowly, and the effect of Tianyantong on Jushi Lin was too weak."
The little novice monk was a little apologetic, but Lin Luoran was already pleasantly surprised by his instructions.