Chapter 1478: Fifty-six

Chapter 1478 and fifty-six chapters: Ask the Buddha (2)
Buddhism in Law World, Dingding Buddhist Pavilion
None of the great Zen masters in the gathering had expected that Yanshan would dare to be presumptuous in front of the Nantian Buddha, and never expected that he would use such a decisive way to self-destruct.
It is not that such a thing has never happened before with the Arhat fruit position to collide with the golden body of Bodhi Sadao, but the result is that the Arhat collapsed without injury.
This is still a discussion between the same realm, but what kind of character Guangming is, that is the top Zen master recognized by the Xianzong, only a little accumulated from the king and Buddha.
Yanshan is not just a certified Arhat, and the realm of light is far from the world. Although the former is the best genius of Wuxiang Temple for 500 years, such a collision is tantamount to hitting a rock with a pebble.
Many great Zen masters wanted to show obstacles, at least to control the scene, but when they were about to mobilize the gods, they found that the golden body seemed to be sealed.
The only person who can do such a thing here is Nantian Buddha. Is it because he is dissatisfied with Yanshan's perverse and arrogant, so he has to teach him a lesson?
The manifestation of the golden body was blocked, and the Zen masters could only watch Yanshan's precious image Arhat hit the chest of the Guangming Bodhisattva.
Because the collision between the fruit position and the fruit position is the most brutal, there is no room for compromise in the collision between the fundamental nature.
The loser is crushed, and the winner will not be completely unharmed, so unless it is a last resort, Zen Xiu will not use such a crude and direct method to divide the victory or defeat, not to mention the current situation.
Listening to the slamming sound of the collision between gold mounds, the Zen masters admired the tenacity of the two people at the same time, but they couldn't help but sigh secretly. A new star in the Buddha kingdom is about to fall.
Although the golden body seen can be reshaped, the great power of the Buddha world basically recognizes that the first time forged golden body is the strongest fruit position. If it is crushed and recast, rarely can it exceed the first toughness.
The treasure-phase Arhat fruit status that Yanshan observes can collide with the golden body of the Guangming Bodhisattva to this point, which is enough to show that this fruit status is as tough as the golden body of Bodhisattva. It is no wonder that the Buddha of Wuxiang Zen Temple will preach him as Baoxiang's solemn golden body Arhat Buddha, but unfortunately, this promising Zen disciple chose the wrong opponent.
With several majestic treasures on his body, the Luo Han Guo position hand-squeezed seals that look exactly the same as Yan Shan, and the sound of mixed ingots enveloped him, faintly in the shape of a glass bottle.
On the other side, the Guangming Bodhisattva is only three to four minutes like the Guangming Dachan Temple, sitting on the 36-petal golden lotus platform, holding the lion's fearless seal in his hand, with compassion in his eyes, as if he can see the six paths of suffering in the world, and his face is majestic. Jian's smile is not only self-confidence in immortality.
"Huh!"
There was another collision that resounded like a morning bell, and the mixed ingots that enveloped the body of the precious image shattered, and the Bodhisattva of Light was as majestic and sound as the original, and the backlight was dazzling.
Because the guarding Buddha's divine light dissipated, there would be no more things to protect the fruit position. Many Zen masters in the Buddhist pavilion turned their heads off and couldn't bear to see the next scene.
"Boom!"
There was a more dull impact, but surprisingly no sound of breaking came. The amazed Zen masters looked for fame. The fruit status of the treasured arhat shattered the backlight of Guangming Bodhisattva.
"Boom!!"
With another loud sound, the Bright Bodhisattva sitting on the thirty-six-petal golden lotus platform was stunned by the treasure xiang Arhat, and the Zen master in the back seat was shocked to get up.
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!!"
With the sound of three notes that sounded like a bell, the golden body of the Guangming Bodhisattva that the Zen masters thought was indestructible was twisted and deformed, and the depression of the golden chest was actually empty.
The deformed Guangming Bodhisattva had been knocked to the edge of the temple and could not retreat. Facing the arhat who was pressing every step of the way, there was a rare trace of panic in the face of the Buddha without sadness and joy.
However, Baoxiang Luohan didn't care about these many things, and he hit the deformed Bodhisattva with a heavy blow.
"Hey!"
"Fuck!"
Like a glazed lamp smashed to the ground, Baoxiang Luohan used twelve heavy hammers to break the falsehood in the bodhi status.
The golden fragments that fell apart were beautiful, and Zen Master Zama's expression was even more exciting.
Baoxiang Luohan turned to Nantian Buddha. Although he did not speak, every Zen master seemed to have heard what Yanshan wanted to say.
Falsehood is just vain after all.
An arhat's image, tearing apart the Buddha's kingdom for thousands of years, is a big lie.
"Eternal light, Nirvana reunion!"
The Great Zen Master Guangming, who was crushed to the fruit position, looked gray and pale, and the three-dharma seals in his hand rotated, the golden fragments flying between the pavilions suddenly swirled, and the bright and majestic Bodhisattva golden body reappeared in the gathered whirlpool.
It's just that the current Zen Master Guangming has lost his pride, and after he has been busy withdrawing the Dhamma, he asked Yanshan, "What kind of fruit is this?"
"Return to the Great Zen Master Guangming, this is the status of Arahant."
Yanshan folded his hands together, bowed to the light, and said lightly.
"Impossible, there would not be such a tough Arahant status in the world!"
Guangming felt that Yanshan was perfunctory, and said angrily: "Where is such an Arahant status in your status?"
"The Zen master wanted to ask, why isn't Yanshan's Arahant fruit position empty?"
Yanshan answered with a smile, and then looked around at the Zen masters in the Buddhist pavilion, saying, "You great Zen masters, the reason why Yanshan's fruit position is not hollow is because this fruit position is not visualized."
"Not visualized?"
Grand Zen Master Guangming was taken aback: "What does this mean?"
"According to your nature, Arhat is on its own!"
The monk Yanshan with his hands folded together with the phantom image of Baoxiang Arhat, magnificently said: "Yanshan is the Baoxiang Arhat, and Baoxiang Arhat is also Yanshan. This fruit position is not a and Buddha hidden in the monk's skin."
"Yanshan!"
Zen Master Guangming suddenly yelled and interrupted Yanshan's narration: "Do you know what you are talking about!?"
"Little monk knows."
Yanshan looked around the Zen masters in the hall with startled or angry eyes, and finally turned his back to the light, and looked directly at the Nantian Buddha: "The road to the three treasures is wrong!"
"Bold!"
"Arrogant!"
"presumptuous!"
"absurd!"
As soon as Yanshan's voice fell, the Zen masters stood up in the banquet, and the masses were enthusiastic and indignant to accuse Yanshan of nonsense, especially the Zen master who enlightened the Tao Bodhi.
Nearly two-thirds of the Zen masters got up during the dinner. The spiritual pressure of anger alone made the top Buddhist pavilion begin to oscillate, and the development of goodness in the glaring of the crowd was like a flat boat in a raging wave, and it might be overturned at any time. .
But this kind of fierceness, isn't it exactly what the monk had expected, so Yanshan didn't panic, let alone refute it.
He just silently looked at the Nantian Buddha, his eyes as calm as before.
"If the Three Treasures are wrong, how should the new Fa Arhats practice?"
It is no longer the Sanskrit sound that enters the sea of ​​knowledge. The Nantian Buddha, who has practiced the closed mantra for hundreds of years, even speaks.
This vocal utterance meant speaking out the law and taking away all the voices in the Buddhist pavilion, but Yanshan still had the power to speak.
"Giving, keeping the precepts, patience, diligence, meditation, wisdom."
"Train the five yin, give up the three poisons, cut the six roots, and break the six dusts. There will be no eighteen worlds."
"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and I only want to overcome it."
Under the question of Nantian Buddha, Yanshan was under inhuman pressure, and even the Holy Glass Body creaked.
However, he was still calm, and explained his thoughts on the new way word by word.
"Is that so."
The Lord Nantian smiled, then closed his mouth and closed his eyes again and lowered his head.
As the Buddha closed his mouth, the deprived speech power returned to everyone again, only for a short while, but many Zen masters were already impatient.
"This is Yanshan Arhat's new method?"
Tantra Shengzun asked, "Cut the six roots and break the six dusts. The eyes cannot observe the colors, the ears cannot hear the sound, the nose cannot smell the fragrance, the tongue cannot taste, the body cannot touch, and even the heart and mind are cut off. Does Yanshan Arhat want to promote Buddhism or to destroy my Buddhism!?"
"That's what Brother Brother said is absolutely true!"
The first Fachuan of Lvzong also echoed: "Excuse me, Yanshan Arhat, if you want to pay the price of utterly desperate, who in the world is willing to enter the mountain gate of my Buddha country to practice!?"
"All dharmas are nothingness"
It's empty, but why can't you bear it?
Yan Shan originally wanted to persuade the two great monks in this way, but after only half a word, he didn't intend to say any more, but put his hands together and bowed in silence.
Later, some Zen masters took turns to question Yanshan's method. They criticized this new method from all levels.
Yanshan just listened silently, and bowed together after the other party finished speaking.
Of course, there are dozens of high-ranking monks in the temple, and not everyone is so fierce. Some people bow their heads and meditate after listening to Yanshan's words.
Yanshan's remarks touched a lot to Zen masters who really wanted to cultivate, but the silent majority always seemed to be accomplices of the second, so it seemed that all Zen masters were verbally criticizing Yanshan.
Until the Lord Nantian spoke again, he waved to Yanshan, and then let him sit on the futon beside him.
There is a lot of joy and happiness in the eyes of the old monk as sincere as a boy.
"The old monk talks about his own path of practice."
The Lord Nantian spoke again, once again depriving the temple of the voice of the temple. The Zen masters who had just been irritated immediately adjusted their mentality and emotions, sitting in a hurry, and paying full attention.
As the oldest and most mysterious king Buddha in the entire Buddhist kingdom, no one knows how strong the Nantian Buddha Lord is.
Because of the longevity, many of the past have been undeniable, let alone any achievements.
But as long as you mention Lvzong, you will inevitably mention the name of Nantian Buddha.
Even the Wuxiang Temple, the most proud Buddhist temple, the king and Buddha on the other side must avoid the southern words to show respect for this Nantian Buddha.
This kind of preaching by the king and Buddha, many people have no chance to hear it in their entire life, so how can they not be careful.
"The old monk was not actually a native of Zhongzhou. At that time, Tiannan recruited disasters, and the people didn't have a living. My parents protected me from being eaten and beaten to death. It was the monk who rescued me from the pot and brought me to Zhongzhou to practice."
"Relax, if you die, you will go to the underworld, clear your memory after crossing the Styx, and then reincarnate in reincarnation as a human being."
"But if the obsession is particularly deep, or if they are reluctant to give up in the mortal world, they will still have memories of their previous lives after being reborn."
"Monk Relief also said that if the cultivation level is sufficient, he can figure out the location and region of the reincarnated person."
"Then the monk stepped into the temple and practiced together with Shixin."
"When we got the fruit of wisdom, the monk asked her to relieve her heart. If her cultivation level was enough to calculate the reincarnation of her parents, he said that it was not enough. It was enough when we had to prove the Arahant status.
"Just relieved and said that the monk's low qualifications may not have the opportunity to prove Arahant in his life."
"So the monk asked relieved, is there any way for the monk to prove Arhat."
After a long pause, Lord Nantian said quietly, "How eager are you to preach the Arahant?"
In the rainforest temple seven hundred years ago, the old monk sat in front of the young monk and asked with a smile.
"I want to! I really want to."
Tianlingbian's little monk clenched his fists and said loudly to the old monk.
"Not enough."
The old monk glanced at the little monk and said with disdain: "You just want to find the reincarnation of your parents. This kind of thinking fades in a few days, so I don't want to.
"no, I can not!"
The little monk stood up and swears at the old monk: "As long as you can prove the arhat, anything is fine!"
"Big talk without proof."
The old monk picked up a wooden bowl by the table, then picked up a stone from the ground and put it in it and shook it.
Only a small pebble in the empty wooden bowl made a banging sound.
After swaying for a while, the old monk stopped his hands and said to the young monk: "If life is this wooden bowl, then the parents are the stones in it. Is it important?"
"There are only stones in the wooden bowl, of course it is important!"
The little monk replied loudly.
"Important, because there are only stones in the wooden bowl, so you don't even need the wooden bowl for the stone!"
The old monk said with a smile, then raised a handful of sand from the ground and put it in the wooden bowl: "Listen again."
In the swaying wooden bowl again, there was no sound of stones touching the wall of the bowl, only the stones wrapped in sand made a sound of "sand".
"As long as you are alive, you will continue to put in new things in your life. The most important stone at that time is now buried in the sand."
With that said, the old monk picked up several stones from the ground and held them up in front of the young monk and said, "Not only is it related to relatives, but later in your life, you will encounter many, many important things."
"Partner, lover, enemy"
The old monk said, putting the stones one by one in the wooden bowl, and then smiled: "These people will occupy an extremely important role at a certain time in your life. Those who affect your heart are definitely not more important than the parents you care about now. Less, but so what?"
The wooden bowl filled with the stones became full, and the old monk shook the wooden bowl again with a smile.
"Shusha, Husha, Husha."
"listen."
The old monk held a bowl and said to the young monk: "Life is to load sand. As long as you load enough sand, you won't be stung by the stones, so don't say anything stupid for others to give everything!"
"No, it's wrong!"
The little monk shook his head, grabbed the wooden bowl from the old monk's hand, and let it fall, reaching out to catch the stones.
Turning the empty wooden bowl back, the little monk threw the stone in his hand again, and then shook it like an old monk.
As the stones kept hitting the wall, the little monk stubbornly said: "I only pretend to be the most important thing in my life, not sand!"
(End of this chapter)