Vol 3 Chapter 2657: Mahayana sermon (3)

When there are hens, the eggs will become chickens, but not every egg can become a chicken; and more eggs are likely to become food and become the nutrients of natural enemies.
It is a true, good and beautiful thing for natural enemies. It is just a fake ugly for a living individual, such as an egg that becomes food...
Sun Hao sat in the air, sitting in the air, not busy, telling everyone the story of an egg.
Every monk who came to listen to the Mahayana sermons had a burst of enlightenment in his heart.
The things that the Mahayana monks spoke about are easy to understand, but they contain a lot of avenues.
Many of the Mahayana monks did not speak deeply, but gave the monks more room to think.
The same reason, different races, different monks, according to their own experience, after hearing the sermons of Sun Hao, have completely different feelings.
And precisely, Sun Hao’s explanations have caused many monks to feel a lot of different general feelings.
Recently, Sun Hao, the monks on the small island of Blood Lake, have different general feelings at this time.
The Antarctic old star sat silently on the futon, remembering the former medicine god, the vinegar male. At that time, the vinegar public on the avenue of eternal life, seeing the end, and seeing the possibility of achieving the goal.
At that time, Fujisaki made the wrong choice, did not fulfill his hen duties, did not make more efforts for the continuation of the drug family, but instead went against the sky, doing everything possible to refine the pharmaceutical family, only for I am able to linger, and the end result is that the anger and the grievances are turned into ash, and everything has become a bubble.
Is this what the adults say, the pursuit of deviation caused by the unclear purpose of practice?
The most important feelings of the big-headed owl sitting on the small island of Blood Lake, and the singularity of the singer, after Sun Hao’s sermons, became: no one can succeed alone, and the egg must be To become a chicken, you must have all kinds of hatching conditions. You are now an egg waiting to hatch, then you need to find a good hen to successfully hatch...
Even if it is the sea of the Mahayana Master, at this time, it also has different general feelings. She feels that she should be a good hen. Although she is not old, she has a long time, but she can’t live forever. Then, it is necessary for you to continue your own blood and hatch some chickens.
Of course, Poseidon believes that before this, he needs to take the bag back, or else he can't lay eggs alone?
Sitting on the blood lake road, the feelings of the Hague are completely different.
From Sun Hao’s remarks, he began to think about a question that he could not get an answer:
Is there an egg first? Or is there a hen?

Do you say that there is an egg first? Who is the egg born? Are you saying yes? Is the chicken smashed out of the stone?
I only heard a savvy stone monkey in the crack of the stone, and finally won the battle against the Buddha, but I have never heard of the Lingming Shiji.
Sitting cross-legged, Sun Hao slowly opened the mouth, but the heart could not help but sigh, these monks, really give him a little sunshine, they are brilliant, they casually talked about something, they thought so much, this I really want more.
But this is also good, isn’t the road like this? Each person's starting point is different, and the way of judging varies widely, and the answers are varied.
If this is the case, then simply give him an ambiguity, let you think for yourself, perhaps, just as there are chickens or eggs first, there is no standard answer, many questions are actually a balance between cognition. Only.
With a faint smile on his face, Sun Hao said slowly: "There are so many, many monks, think a lot, there should be a lot of understanding and thinking, in fact, I am still here to say a reason...

What is the avenue to the rational? That must be tall, all the monks erect their ears and listen carefully.
Sun Hao said slowly: "No matter which monk, the simpler the better, because, for most people, living is to live, do not need to explore too much meaning, and do not need to explore whether you left anything, Because, there are always a few things that can leave something behind."
All the monks who listened to the Tao, stayed together.
The simpler the better, don't think so much? Isn't this completely different from the hardships of the monks? Don't need to think about why you are alive?
On Sun Hao’s face, there was a faint smile. Before the monks underneath extended more conjectures, he slowly said:
For a monk, the existence of spiritual will is the highest goal of practice. When you When you lose your spiritual will, like a plant without perception, your practice will lose any meaning..."
Speaking of this, Sun Hao sighed with a sigh, pointing his finger to the bottom, and said: "For example, next to the lake of the medicinal family, those thriving elixir, they now have no will, lose their perception, they can only It is a plant that loses its trace of existence."
Antarctic old star, a few big stars, and more medicinal monks, the body can not help but shake, they know that these remedies around the blood lake are mostly made of medicine, think one I thought that these were all pharmacist monks, and their hearts suddenly burst into bursts.
Just in the hearts of the drug-minded monks, there was a faint sorrow, when the dark history of the drug family thousands of years ago was secretly heart-wrenched.
Sun Hao said slowly: "Today, the Mahayana sermons, the so-called listeners are good, see the people have a relationship, this seat in this blood lake preaching, like a gong and drum, the sleeper, and so on, can you be indifferent?"
Speaking of this, Sun Hao’s voice seems to have spread from the nine secluded, long said:
Since the ancient times, there is no sorrow, the fate is Nanke’s dream. The dream is awake and the sigh is sighing. If Zhou Gongjin is still there, I still need to lead me into a dream. I have no confidant in this world, I am still in a hurry and I am trying to grieve... I don’t know how to wake up quickly?
The last one did not wake up quickly.
Above the sky, the sun suddenly shines, the roads and ripples pass from Sun Hao's body, the blood lake rolls up, the blossoming red lotus instantly spreads across the lake, and a blood swallow flies out of the blood lake. Into the elixir around the blood lake.
On the small island of Blood Lake, the monks who were listening to the Tao Qiu found that a strain of elixir began to change.
Around the blood lake, thousands of elixir suddenly turned into a drug repair on the ground, and they slept, many of them had woken up, but they had no eyes, no limbs, no tongue... ...can't see, can't hear, can't say.
Sun Hao’s soft voice came out:
Sister, since you are here, help out, please...

One word for export, Poseidon suddenly felt that he could not control the land, and showed his own sacred magical powers. A "source of life" was thrown out.
Until the spell was thrown out, Poseidon suddenly discovered that he was unconsciously attracted by Sun Hao’s momentum and fell into the doctrine of Sun Hao. Now he was taken by Sun Hao’s hegemony, but he was not aware of it. It is.
Rely on, and this kid has been pitted!
Haishen’s eyes were stunned and he was waiting for an objection. He suddenly felt that there was an abnormality around him. When he saw it, a little boy with a pink face appeared on his side with a smile, opened his arms and hugged himself.
After that, I became a hen who hatched the chicken.
Poseidon’s eyes suddenly burst into a fog. EbookFREE.me~ The mouth said softly: "There is no conscience, and after a long time, I don’t want to find a sea to take a shower..."
Sun Hao’s face showed a faint smile, his heart moved, and a white light appeared in his right hand, and he swelled slightly, and white light sprinkled around the blood lake.
The source of the life of Poseidon, the dead wood of the drug god.
The two great gods produced a miraculous miracle that all the monks sighed. The limbs re-grow, the eyes, ears, and mouth are all recovering quickly. Within a moment, around the blood lake, there have been many, just recovered medicines. Family monk.
It was a bit stunned, but more was a surprise. After the monks felt it a little, they immediately instinctively knew who saved them.
Inadvertently, all the monks fell down on the edge of the blood lake, kept licking their heads, and the unspeakable gratitude in their hearts went straight to Tianyu.
Sun Hao is flying around, and it seems to have a hundred birds. He is flying around Sun Hao.
The Mahayana sermons have a lot of weather.