Chapter 747: fifty one

Chapter 747 Chapter 51: Asking the Buddha
In the pharmacy, Tang Xing woke up leisurely and escaped from the realm of enlightenment, but his eyes were even more confused.
He folded his hands together and asked the sacred Buddha: "The disciple is confused."
"Why?"
"If wealth, fame and fortune, friends and relatives, ups and downs are all empty, then what is non-emptiness?"
"Everything is empty, cause and effect are not empty, self-nature is not empty, karma is not empty."
"Why is cause and effect not empty?"
"All the laws in the world are causal and fate. Their transformation is not empty, their cycle is not empty, and their continuity is not empty. Heaven and earth all have cause and effect, so they are not empty."
"Why isn't your own nature empty?"
"A creature has to transcend the emptiness, only by cultivating itself, and the flesh is no more than a skin. Only transcendence can gain the other side. Self-nature is the true self and the possibility of transcendence, so self-nature is not empty."
"What is karma?"
"Everything will never go away, only karma is with you. If you say that cause and effect are the rules of the whole world, then karma is the traces of cause and effect engraved on your body. There is nothing in the world. Nothing is immutable. It changes in the continuation of birth and death, and only karma does not change into emptiness as things change. The so-called karma is the destined encounter between you and me today."
"The disciple has realized it." Tang Xing folded his hands together, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, leaving only firmness, and asked Yankong, "Master, please teach me how to be detached."
"Become a Buddha."
"How to become a Buddha?"
"Practice, epiphany."
"Can the disciple become a Buddha?"
Yankong shook his head and said regretfully: "I have no love or hope to become a Buddha, but you are greedy for the mortal world, how to become a Buddha?"
"The disciple is willing to put aside everything in the world, and since then follow the master's practice wholeheartedly and transcend the other side."
Tang Xing knelt in front of Yankong, his spine injury had long since healed under the light of Cihang, but in the answer just now, every time Yankong answered, Tang Xing's eyes were less confused and more determined.
And every time he became more determined, his hair fell off. At this time, Tianjiao, a young man, had become a little bald novice monk. His long hair fell on the ground to form a swastika, and he knelt down with a pious face. intermediate.
Yankong laughed. As a Zen Buddhist son, he did not hesitate to use the enlightenment and enlightenment that he had only once in his life on Tang Xing, so that he could put this soul boy with a relationship with the Buddha into the door wall and pass down the mantle.
This thing can go on so smoothly, it seems that there is no suffering, and it should be great in this world!
Reaching out, Buddha Guang lifted the little novice monk who was kneeling on the ground, and Yankong smiled and said: "In the past life, you were a late lotus plant that I planted with my own hands. The other flowers are all blooming. You are the only one until withered. You couldn't show your beautiful face before my eyes. For this reason, I begged under the Bodhi tree for five hundred years before I met in this life."
Tang Xing, who was supported by the Buddha's light, looked at Yankong's sacred appearance. He only felt that his sins were serious. At this time, he realized that he was about to speak, but he heard a cold voice beside him.
"The master is really amazing. A pair of eyes can see through the past and this life. Please look at me so that I can know what evil I have done in my previous life, so that I can meet such a stupid brother in this life."
At some point, Tang Luo appeared in the ward, standing beside the physician Wen Ruolan, her face gloomy with her arms folded.
The sudden appearance of the young son caught the attention of the two, and Fozi Yankong and the little bald Tang Xing turned their heads at the same time.
"Brother, I have determined to put aside everything and follow the Buddha to pursue detachment from the other side. Please tell my father and mother that there is no suffering."
"Snapped!!"
A void bullet pointed the middle of Xiaozheng Tai's eyebrows, and Tang Xing hugged his forehead and squatted down, naturally swallowing his words back into his stomach.
"I'll clean up you later, let me talk to this monk first." Tang Luo turned to face Fozi Yankong, and asked coldly: "Master, you haven't answered me yet, what is my previous life? Is it also your kind? The next late lotus?"
"Everything is in the hollow of the mirror, and in the end there is no shape." Yankong's eyes flashed, looking at Tang Luo lightly: "Your previous life was a begonia in the deep mountains, quietly blooming in the silent night; In the previous life, you were the boatman who supported the wormwood on the Wangyou River, ferrying and swaying in the red dust; but at first, you were a white cloud on the sky, covered by pedestrians during the scorching heat, and you have a lot of merit."
Glancing at the reincarnation of the three generations, even though Tang Xing, who was holding his forehead, squatted on the ground, he looked at Yankong with a sacred look, and even the physician Wen Ruolan was surprised.
"So, I like you, serious nonsense!" Tang Luo looked at Yankong, disdainfully said: "Listen well, I am a man in his previous life, his name is ganniniang!"
Born in this world where great power belongs to him, Tang Luo is full of awe of ghosts and gods, and Wuxiang Zen Temple, as the head of Zen Buddhism, has a pivotal position in his heart.
After all, Tang Luo, who came with memories of past lives, could not deny the existence of reincarnation at all. This is why he did not do it at the beginning. After all, if the other party can really see the past and present, he can attain the Buddha status. A true Buddha, then Tang Xing would practice together with him. There is no harm in cultivating. There is no harm in the way of life. A tree planted in a previous life, a bodhi tree five hundred years ago, sounds a lot like that.
Unexpectedly, this Buddha is a liar at all. What kind of begonia, fisherman, Baiyun, bullying others can't remember the past life, do you mean what you say?
It really made Tang Luo amused. The blood rushed in his right arm, the wind and thunder stirred, the tigers and leopards screamed, and the bow was drawn into full. In Wen Ruolan's expression of seeing a ghost, she punched Yankong's face.
Perhaps Yankong himself did not expect that someone dared to make a shot at himself. When he reacted, the punch was already close at hand, unavoidable, he could only cross his hands in front of him.
"Snapped!!!"
"Boom~~~~~~~"
"Boom boom boom!"
The tyrannical force bombarded Yankong's arms and flew it out, smashing more than a dozen pharmacies, and finally slammed into the mountain wall of the medicine valley a few miles away.
The doctors in Yaogu ran out one after another, trying to see if the earth dragon turned over, but saw that Wen Ruolan's ward was half destroyed, a tall and sturdy figure retracted his right fist, and an umbrella-shaped ruin Extending from his feet to the distant mountains, sand and gravel dust flew up.
This look is like a hands-on person, just a punch with such a power, it shocked everyone.
After all, although the doctors practiced, their combat effectiveness was unsightly. Instead, they would have been panicked and overwhelmed when they used to encounter the dare to really start at Chongming Peak, but today is different.
"Where did the murderer dared to do it on Zhongming Peak? I wonder if this is where the Buddha's holy driver is. I advise you to obediently do not provoke the vajra."
"Buddha Yankong is one of the four little sage kings in the world. He has a Zen curse of the Sutra of Suffering No Suffering and Silence, and his cultivation is unpredictable. The stupid thief is really seeking his own death."
(End of this chapter)