Vol 2 Chapter 892: Buddhism is Tao

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Eighteen years have seemed like a dream.
Zhang Longfu thinks so.
He lived for tens of thousands of years in his previous life, but except for the first few decades of his life, for tens of thousands of years later, he was like a mouse in the shadows, hard to see the sky.
Relive a lifetime, every day, he feels so dreamy and incredible.
"Is it a coincidence that the Patriarch made me reincarnate here?"
Glancing at Su Bailuo's skirt, Zhang Longfu's eyelids trembled. Although he didn't care about the appearance of his skin, he was still a bit disagreeable.
Thinking in her heart, she walked out of the room. In this world, her name is Qiao Ci'er.
In the Fengshen Pavilion, the four seasons are like spring, the vegetation is verdant, and it is not thankful at all times. However, this is not the creation of magical powers and formations, but since their family moved here.
In the quiet small courtyard, a little man with withered hair and thin stature squatted under a worry-free tree, and two attendants stood beside him.
Seeing the majestic eldest lady in their own style, the two of them breathed slightly stagnant, and hurriedly lowered their heads, calling out "Miss eldest".
"When did the little brother come to our yard?"
Qiao Ci'er asked.
"The day the eldest retreats, the young master came to the courtyard and has been squatting for more than 20 days..."
The two attendants told the truth.
"I'm sorry, you take care of it."
After sending two attendants, Qiao Ci'er looked at her little brother with soft eyes.
She was lonely and widowed in her previous life, and she has a family in this life, so she only feels satisfied, and she is more happy than her cultivation base.
At first, she only felt that her little brother was reincarnated by the great supernatural powers at that time, and he had also held great vigilance, but as the days passed, she found that something was wrong.
My little brother, it is like practicing Buddhism closed mantra. He doesn't talk every day, he doesn't understand civil and martial arts, and he doesn't practice.
Whether it was to show him the practice scriptures, or to pass the gong with the method of heart-to-heart, he never saw the slightest breath of practice in him.
The news that the first disciple of Hongxuan Taoist, Fengshenge Qiao's family gave birth to a demented child, spread like wildfire. It is not a secret among the upper echelons of the imperial capital.
I don't know how many people laughed secretly.
There are rumors that Qiao Ci'er would not care, because she knew that he had chanted Buddhist words when he was born.
"Dharma, what are you doing?"
Seeing her dazed younger brother, Qiao Ci'er sighed in her heart, stroked his yellow hair, and asked softly.
Qiao Ci'er, who didn't expect to get a response, was suddenly startled, because after eighteen years, she heard the familiar voice again:
"Watch the ants."
"Oh, eh?!"
Qiao Ci'er subconsciously responded with a shock: "Little, brother, have you spoken?"
"Then why have you never spoken before?"
Qiao Ci'er was surprised and delighted.
"If you don't want to say, don't say it."
The yellow-haired boy under the worry-free tree did not look up, but still looked at the ground.
Qiao Ci'er followed his gaze. At the root of the worry-free tree, nests of ants seemed to be moving. She joked, "Then why did you say it again?"
"If you want to say it, just say it."
The boy still didn't look up, he replied casually, pointed under the tree again, and said, "Sister, look, there is an ant who committed suicide."
"Suicide?"
Qiao Ci'er wanted to laugh a little, but an ant committed suicide. What should I care about?
But then she smiled again and asked, "Brother, why would you care if an ant commits suicide?"
"My elder sister has Su Hui, treats people kindly, which is considered excellent among all people, but I don't care about the life and death of an ant..."
Under the worry-free tree, the young man shook off the mud and sand on his hands, stood up, raised his head, and looked at his sister who raised his head with bright eyes:
"Why would a high and Buddha care about a human child, is he dumb?"
"Ok?"
Qiao Ci'er was slightly startled, only to feel that the little brother's words seemed to have deep meaning, but immediately he felt a tight heart: "What and Buddha? Where is it?"
Qiao Mo Ke smiled and shook his head, did not answer, just said: "Is the elder sister curious, the younger brother has been muddled for eighteen years, as stupid, even if my mother spreads the power with her heart, can't it leave a trace in my heart?
"Why?"
Seeing her younger brother's bright eyes, Qiao Ci'er frowned slightly. She also had doubts about this matter.
Passing the gong through mind and spirit is not the inheritance of gong in the ordinary sense.
It is to pass on the method and supernatural powers that you have cultivated to others in this way. Regardless of whether the person has a cultivation level or not, he will definitely learn this method and supernatural powers. As a price, the person who spreads the law will completely lose it. Gongfa, supernatural powers.
However, in those days, Xiying taught Gautama and lost the supernatural powers of the practice. Gautama has no trace of practice at all.
Because of this, the couple panicked.
"Because for eighteen years, I have been cultivating, one practice, an extremely complicated ‘gong method’..."
Gautama said, holding his sister's palm, using his fingers as a pen, and sketching.
"this is....."
When the invisible force entered the body, Qiao Ci'er looked at the palm of her hand, but her pupils contracted violently: "This is a Taiji figure?!"
She was horrified in her heart. This picture scroll looked very much like the Tai Chi picture she had seen in her previous life when she studied the Fa Tianshi Mansion.
But Gautama shook his head, a little in his palm.
In the next instant, Qiao Ci'er only felt that the "Tai Chi Tu" in the palm of her palm was spinning at extreme speed, and the yin and yang fish actually hooked up with each other in the high-speed rotation.
In a daze, Qiao Ci'er only felt that the golden light work in front of her eyes, among the golden light, the "Tai Chi Tu" had disappeared, and it was replaced by a rune she had never seen before.
'swastika'!
this is.....
When Qiao Ci'er was in a daze, Xi Yingqing stepped into the yard and glanced at the two siblings in a daze. Without thinking, she beckoned and said: "Ci'er, come out with brother."
".......Yes."
Qiao Ci'er slowly returned to her senses, but Gautama pulled her sleeves at what she wanted to say, and she nodded in her heart and said yes.
The two brothers and sisters had a tacit understanding, and followed the thoughtful Xi Yingqing to the outer courtyard.
But they are all looking at the only stranger in the courtyard.
It was a very handsome young monk with a red robed robe, and at this moment, the monk looked at the two brothers and sisters, as if he had seen a ghost.
The whole person staggered, and took three or four steps back before standing still.
"How come there are two?"
The red boy's heart was shocked, and it was incredible.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the old Buddha woke up from his dream. Once he took action, after slaughtering all the Buddhas, he frowned, and said that in the future there will be a'Supreme Enlightened One' who inherits the ancient spirit of Buddhism world.
It is both robbery and luck.
It seems to be related to Buddha's enlightenment, and the reflection should be born in this world.
But at this time, his divine will has risen to the limit.
But I saw two bright lights in front of me like wolf smoke, like a waterfall, rushing straight into a bullfight, looking at it, where can I see the strengths and weaknesses?
"How can this be?"
Looking at the two brothers and sisters, Rao Hongtong's mind was still calm, and he was a little dazed for a while.
How come there are two?
Which one is the "Supreme Enlightened One"?
"This monk..."
When Hong Tong looked at the two, the two brothers and sisters were also looking at the weird monk, Gautama looked dull, but Qiao Ci'er was surprised.
She was reincarnated in the Qiao family, although she had no previous mana, she had a memory, and even due to fate, she would cultivate the ‘Eight Forms of Gods and Ghosts’ that were unacceptable in the previous life.
At this time, the realm may not be high, but the vision is extremely high. At a glance, he can see that the monk's Buddha's light is mellow and gives her a great sense of danger. He must be of great supernatural powers.
The reason she was surprised was that she recalled her brother's sudden opening.
This monk, could it be the "divine and Buddha" that the younger brother said?
"Grandmaster?"
Xi Yingqing frowned.
Jomo Ke's heart is also tight, but it is mixed with surprises: "The master pretends to be astonishing, is it to sensationalize?"
He was surprised in his heart, but only thought that this monk had done it deliberately, and did not believe that this unfathomable monk would be shocked by his sons and daughters.
"No, no."
Hong Tong restrained his turbulent mind, restored calmness, folded his hands together and said, "Is the little monk a sensationalist? I was really surprised by the Huiguang of the pavilion master's sons and daughters..."
Surprised in his heart, Hong Tong temporarily pressed other thoughts.
He does not believe that there will be mistakes in "Candle Light", nor does he believe that there will be two people in "Supreme Enlightenment", only that there must be some deviation.
"Oh?"
Jomoco was noncommittal.
"Little monk!"
Liu Dachan was not as polite as him, and said loudly: "You said you can solve my problems, but you said, what is the solution?"
"Da Chan can't be rude to the master!"
Xi Yingqing reprimanded softly, stepped forward and gave a salute, saying: "The master knows that I am waiting for my heart disease, but I don't know how to cure it?"
Xi Yingqing was also on guard, but this great monk was introduced by her extremely newcomer, UU reading www.uukanshu.com still had some hope in her heart.
Without him, for more than ten years, her son did not speak, which really became her heart disease.
"The noble son's Huiguang is like a torch, and it can be seen in the daytime. He must be a person with deep roots in Hui. He should have survived all diseases and died into auspiciousness..."
Hong Tong lowered his eyebrows, no longer looking at the pair of elder brothers, and said softly: "At this time, the little monk has eyebrows, but he still needs to observe one or two things, so that he can break."
Red Tong's heart is bright.
Foye is absolutely invincible, and if Buddhism's fortune is to be transformed into a calamity, it is impossible to divide it into two. At this point, he has absolute confidence.
He was indistinguishable at this time, perhaps it was the Buddha's luck and spirit deliberately covering it up.
Buddhism is the great avenue of the world. It is the gathering body of ancient luck and luck. What a existence, no sickness can exist!
But the more unusual, the more clear he became.
"in this way......"
Xi Yingqing was disappointed in her heart, but she nodded, summoned his attendants, and said, "Master, please stay in the pavilion. If necessary, just speak up."
"It seems..."
Jomo Ke frowned slightly, as if something was wrong, but when he caught a glimpse of his wife's cold eyes, he closed his mouth suddenly.
"So, the little monk is bothering."
The red boy prayed together for eleven, and the corner of his eyes swept over the siblings, and a sneer appeared in his heart.
‘If you are an ordinary person, you will only think that the girl is deliberately manifested by Buddhism luck, protecting the Dharma for the true enlightened person and preventing disasters, but am I an ordinary person? ’
‘That girl, just now is the Supreme Enlightened One! ’
Xin Hongtong followed his attendants to the outside of the courtyard, but thought about it in his heart.
Although he has an idea in his mind, whether it is or not can never be based on guessing, it is necessary to be sure.
After all, he only had one seed of the Seven Treasure Tree Great Supernatural Powers.
If the entrusted person is not human...