Vol 2 Chapter 2134: incineration

"Amitabha, the fairy friend misunderstood the impoverishment!" Cihui looked up at the woman. "The poor is not asked by this little monk. The poor is just thinking... these smart little monks, these have Huigen The Tantric Buddhism, how to do it in poverty, can lead him into the right path of my Buddhist practice! Is it a barren to find a stilt to teach him, or is it poor to do it himself?"
Xiao Hua was shocked, his eyes swept up and down the young monk, and asked faintly: "Is it difficult to be poor and so stubborn in front of the master? That poor teacher asks the question, what is the right way, what is the evil way? You I haven’t proved it yet. How do you know which way is the right way? Even if the master’s testimony is true, is your path the right way? Your right path must be the poor road? The poor road is with you. The road will definitely prove it?"
Cihui listened to this, and the face was bitter, and it contained Huanglian in her mouth. She also looked down at the Buddha: "Amitabha, seeing the little monk today, the barren thought of the barren day. I don't know." It’s thick and thick, I don’t know the sky, I don’t know that there are many mysteries in this world that can’t be known by people. People are human beings, but it’s a dust in the world, what is the cloud for the rain, what is the wind and the dragon in the sky, It is ridiculous. What can people have in addition to pride, arrogance and contempt? Only when they truly realize their own smallness can they truly practice. The so-called practice is not the practice of Buddhism, but the practice of Buddhism. How much, but how much the Buddhist scriptures have been read, how much good fruit has been made! Even the poor, but also the words in the Buddhist scriptures can kill people, only the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures can make people live!"
In the words of Cihui, the first half of the story was quite emotional to Xiao Hua. It is exactly what he thinks, but the latter half is to make Xiao Hua puzzled! but. Xiao Hua also can see that Ci Hui’s words are indeed from the heart, and there is nothing hidden. Xiaohua’s first master of Buddhism was Hanzhu. Hanzhu was a swindler who was completely swindled by Xiao Hua. Later, Xiao Hua met several Buddhist disciples and did not leave anything good for him. Impression, it is. Even the old monk who has just gone west can't completely change Xiao Hua's feelings about Buddhism. At this time, Cihui just saw her side, actually thought so much for herself, but also worried for herself, the end is to let Xiao Hua heart vigilant, do not know what medicine to sell in this kind of gourd.
"If you can read the spirit within the Buddhist scriptures, even if you throw the Buddhist scriptures behind your head, you can prove the fruit!" Cihui obviously did not know what Xiaohua thought, and still said, "If you can't read this spirit, then you should be well cooked." Reading the Buddhist scriptures, truly understanding the Buddha's ambitions, simply selling and arguing. The simple explanation of the words can only go into a dead end, even the wrong roads are not counted!"
"Masters are all partial, right?" Xiao Hua gave birth to a heart of victory and defeat, said faintly.
Ci Hui’s face is still bitter, and it seems that Xiao Hua’s every sentence makes him feel bad. With the knife into his heart.
"Little monk, you don't have to say more. Barren and ask you three questions, you see it is not!" Ci Hui asked very sorry.
"Master please speak!" Xiao Hua nodded, he wanted to see what the young monk had to say.
"You have a very good way to practice Buddhism. If you don't expect to be poor, you are afraid that you have reached the realm of scale?"
"Yes, the master said very much!" Xiao Hua frowned slightly, and did not want to answer, but thought about it, or honestly said.
"There are very few Buddhist scriptures you have studied, and even the poor think that you may not even have seen one!"
Xiao Hua brows a pick. Before today, he did not see it, but it was this moment. The Buddha relic in the mud pill palace has already seen half of the Buddhist scriptures. Xiao Hua looked at the woman who smiled and sighed and nodded. "The master said it is."
"Does this third question?" Ci Hui turned to look at the woman and smiled bitterly. "The poor and doubtful... This little monk is not the Buddha of the Pure Land world at all!"
"What?" Xiaohua's great surprise was even more shocking. He started to speak a little slower. It was adapted to the pure land world and had some similar words to the Sanskrit. Now, he is extremely skilled and asks others to see it. My own origin, but I did not expect it to be broken by Ci Hui. Therefore, Xiao Hua involuntarily touched his nose and smiled bitterly. "What happened to the master?"
"Little monk..." The woman smiled and seemed to be playing a double-spring with Cihui. "The meaning of Cihui Xianyou is... You are just a monk who has just been shaved, even if you have never heard of the law of the Cihui Fairy. After all, he is a predecessor of the 'ci" generation. You look at your appearance, what masters are not masters, do you have a Buddhist disciple called you a predecessor? Also, where is your Tupfa number? As far as I know, the Pure Land World can be without this generation!"
Xiao Hua listened, and there was already a bottom in her heart. He smiled and said: "Isn’t the master of Cihui not saying it well? The poor have not read any Buddhist scriptures, and they don’t know what the Buddha’s generation is, that is, they came to the snowy mountains. Just before I was just shaved, Master Ci Hui looked so young, it seems to be smaller than the poor. If you don’t see the two supernatural powers, the poor will not call him a master!

Said, Xiao Hua squinted to see the blue lion and the strange bird parked not far away.
"You don't have to say it!" The bitterness on Cihui's face was not diminished. Look at the old monk above the grooved wooden board. "What is the elder's law number?"

Poorness is not clear!
Xiao Hua shook his head.
When the barren came, I asked, but the elders did not answer, and did not give any law to the poor!

"Tszong ancestors!" Cixi sighed, "The poor don't know what to say! Tantra continues to this day, will not pass the traitor to the young monk who just got started?"
"If the master does not want to say it, then don't say it!" Xiao Hua replied, "Being poor, the incarnation of the elder's body will be incarcerated, and the elders' relics will be taken out."
"You start as soon as possible..." Ci Hui nodded. Before going to the board in front of the two steps, he put his hands together and his mouth was filled with words. The voice was very rhythmic. Although the voice was not loud, it could be clearly floated within the three feet. The sly Buddha's light came out from the body of Cihui, slowly covering the body of the old monk.
"Amitabha..." Xiaohua also mourned the "Current Mantra". He went forward and lit the oil lamp in his hand. The bright yellow flame on the wooden board gradually rose, and the old monk's body was slowly wrapped. Xiaohua’s heart was a bit bleak. The old monk was here for nearly a hundred years. In the end, only this group of fires accompanied him. Everything was turned into smoke in the air.
"You can start a small monk!" Seeing the flames grow bigger, Xiao Hua still bows his head and mourns, and Cihui next to him can't help but remind him.
"Start? What to start?" Xiao Hua Daqi, stopped mourning, looked up to Ci Hui.
A glimpse of Ci Hui, blurted out: "You... are you not going to burn the elder's relic?"
Xiao Hua’s heart suddenly broke out, and the dark passage was not good. He hurriedly let the Buddha relics turn over the Buddhist scriptures and the Buddhist scriptures while hard-pressing the scalp:
After burning the elder’s skin, the relic will naturally not come out?

"Oh... it’s still infertile, just wait a moment and it’s too late!
Cihui Zhangkou was to explain, but look at the flame, so I had to shoot my forehead, a Buddha light flew out from his head, and then both hands again It is a sway, it is a Buddha seal that Xiao Hua has never seen before!
The woman next to the "small monk..." is bowed and solemn. At this time, she can't help but speak. "The relic is the root of the Buddha's practice." Presumably, the young monk should have relics himself? These buddies will condense their karma and merit in their own relics before going west. When the Buddha fires will burn the flesh, those karma will condense in the relic and merge with the relic. Relics can protect the Buddha's karma in this life and prepare for the Buddha's future life. And the elder, it seems that the aging of the sacred sorrow, fear that there is no Buddha cult, just ordinary sects, these monks can not Condensing your own karma and merits, even if you use the Buddha's fire to burn the flesh, you can give birth to relics, all of which are melted bones, etc., in addition to being a memorial, for people to pay respect, no other use. Their karma and merits can only be relied on by external forces. And these external forces... To be honest, Cihui Xianyou has never had such a supernatural power, all he can do is to give birth to relics. And this relic is not Peseli!"
Xiao Hua stunned, smiled bitterly: "The poor committee does not know!"
The woman tilted Xiaohua and shook her head slightly: "It seems that you really don't know! There is a Buddha's cultivation!"
During the speech, Ci Hui has already printed her hands, and the Buddha light from his forehead is condensed in the Buddha's seal, just like the nine-character mantra in Xiao Hua's mouth. "Go ~" Cihui sees the golden plaque in the Buddha's seal, condensing As soon as he lifted it, he snorted in the mouth. The fist-sized gold brilliance was flying from the hands of Cihui...
The brilliance of the golden words is extremely embarrassing, and Xiao Hua’s eyes are not closed. At this moment, something strange happened. It was the old monk’s body lying on the wooden board. Now it suddenly moved, old. The monk's closed eyes also opened, and the turbid eyes looked at the sky with a stunned look, but for a moment, the Buddha's fire, the Buddha's light had already entered his eyes, and the old monk had a kind of face like orange peel. Rarely gratified and relaxed, it is like putting down the burden of a thousand miles, the lips are slightly stunned, and the mouth shape should be "South Gate Maitreya Buddha". However, not waiting for the old monk to open, the forbidden Buddha's words in the hands of Cihui have been sized from the size of the fist, and the grooves above the entire mountain are shrouded, "Boom..." on the board, the body of the old monk On the other hand, the Buddha’s fire was flourishing, and it turned into a pair of three-in-one Lotus, completely overwhelming the old monk!
The old monk smiled, and the turbidity of the eyes was gone. A kind of clear flash, the relaxed smile and the satisfaction of benevolence were condensed on his face...