My name Yuanshi of the Great Desolation

Chapter 293 Sakyamuni
The world is long, the years are rushing, I don't know how much.

The prehistoric world was safe and sound. Most of the powerful people of various ethnic groups and many great supernatural powers retreated to realize Taoism. Only the world was in a period of turmoil. Some monks wanted to take the opportunity to find opportunities to break through, and made various plans one after another.

The Nilianchan River is wide, the river is surging, and it flows westward.

The sun was scorching like a fire, and the stones on the river bank were scorching hot, and people stepped on them as if they were scorched by a fire.

The vigorous and green branches and leaves of the linden tree by the river covered the noon sun, and the hot wind blew the leaves rustling, giving off a faint white light.

The sycamore tree in the wind is silent, just looking at the clear and open sky, silently unfolding its lush branches and leaves, just like it has done for thousands of years in the past.

Under the tree, a slender monk sat cross-legged with his legs crossed. The monk looked about 40 to [-] years old. His young body was very weak due to long-term ascetic meditation. The skin is so pale that it is almost transparent, the light chestnut curly hair on the head is scattered like a bird's nest, and it seems that a pair of small birds have built a bird's nest between the messy hair, gave birth to a few chicks, and are busy flying around.

Whenever it flies until the shadow falls, it will bring a cool air flow, and the monk's short fluffy hair will make a hurried cry, and several bright yellow mouths can't wait to open and close.

Gautama Siddhartha remained silent. He had sat quietly under this ancient bodhi tree for ninety days without moving a single word, and never spoke a word.He was thinking hard about the true meaning of Tao.

He has practiced hard for six years near the Nilian Chan River. During the six years, he went deep into extreme asceticism and destroyed his body and mind. Other ascetics thought he was going to die, but because of the help of others, he survived. .Later, he thought that asceticism was useless, because he could not achieve enlightenment and Nirvana, so he gave up.

He recalled his first experience of meditation under the tree when he was a child, thinking that it might help him, so he came to the Bodhi tree by the Nelian Chan River to meditate quietly.

When he was hungry, he had goat's milk from the shepherdess Suyeda, and when he was dirty, he bathed in the Niranchan River for more than three months.

The rainy season passed, and the dry season came. The scorching heat waves scorched the earth. Sitting for a long time had nothing to do except make his body weaker.

The earth was extremely dry under the strong sun, and the dry and hot air rose from the ground, causing the horizon to appear slightly distorted.

At this time, a person came from the end of the eastern horizon. It was a Taoist priest. His light footsteps seemed to have not touched the ground at all, and the dry road did not raise the slightest dust.

The Taoist walked unhurriedly, and soon came to the Bodhi tree.

Siddhartha saw the face of this man clearly. The Taoist priest was wearing a pair of blue shoes, holding a white dust whisk in his hand, several strands of long beard fluttering on his chest, and three buns on his head, with a posture of being out of the dust.

The long-bearded Taoist walked up to Siddhartha, and said with a smile, "The Tao must be found in changes. How can someone sit in ashes, close their minds and gather their wisdom to understand the truth of the Supreme Tao?"

The white dust whisk in his hand struck Siddhartha's shoulder with a swipe, and Siddhartha woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a Taoist with a strange appearance standing against the light in the dim light and shadow, with an extraordinary bearing and an inexplicable Taoist charm. Spread out, but he just can't catch it, just barely.

Siddhartha quickly got up and clasped his hands together and asked, "The teacher is here, what advice do you have?"

The Taoist laughed loudly, but did not answer his words, but raised a finger, pointing up to the sky, and waved it several times in front of Siddhartha.When Siddhartha saw it, he was shocked and murmured:
"I get it, I get it."

Siddhartha sat down cross-legged with a smile on his face, the Taoist laughed loudly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Under the bodhi tree, the monk closed his eyes and sat down. He didn't know how much time had passed, and suddenly opened his eyes. The mountains in front of him were still mountains, and the water was still water. They are all telling endless mysteries.

The three realms of Tao, the first realm sees mountains as mountains, sees water as water; the second mirror, sees mountains as not mountains, sees water as not water; the third realm sees mountains as mountains, sees water as water.Now Siddhartha has reached the third state, returning to the original, returning to the beginning.

Siddhartha smiled, and everything in the world smiled at the same time. The monk gently removed the bird's nest on his head and carefully placed it among the branches of the bodhi tree. He was about to walk, but because he hadn't walked for many days, his body was extremely weak. State, physical exhaustion is almost exhausted, causing his body to be unstable, and almost fell to the ground.

A shepherdess walking opposite was Suyeda. She saw Siddhartha pale and swaying, so she took down the clay pot hanging from the horn of the goat, handed it to Siddhartha, and said, "Eat."

"Thank you."

Siddhartha clasped his hands together, took the clay jar, and poured down a jar full of goat milk. When his strength recovered a little, he handed the clay jar back, saying, "Thank you!"

The shepherdess smiled, took the pot, and walked towards the distant village.

Siddhartha walked slowly into the Nilian Chan River, washed off his dirt with the river water, and walked ashore in the rippling sunset, full of energy, and strode away.

At the same time, the Bodhi tree on the Western Lingshan Mountain is shining brightly, the sound of Zen is lingering, and the endless Taoism resounds through the Lingshan Mountain, which is earth-shattering.After being greeted by the guide and the quasi-prompt, he immediately looked overjoyed.

After six years of becoming a monk at the age of 29, the 35-year-old Gautama Siddhartha finally achieved the right enlightenment under the Bodhi tree today.

From then on, he spread scriptures and sermons in the vast land of north and south Tianzhu, and helped the people. People respectfully called him Sakyamuni!
After Brahma King learned of this, he personally went down to ask him to explain Buddhism and Taoism, and spread Buddhism and Taoism throughout the world, allowing people to understand Buddhism and Taoism, and elevating the status of Buddhism above divine religion.

"boom--"

A loud bang came from the direction of Xiniu Hezhou, and then, the Taoist rhyme rose, and the Zen sound sounded, louder and louder, singing all over the heavens, and the endless great supernatural beings of the Three Realms suddenly woke up from the retreat and looked towards the direction of Xiniu Hezhou .

Even Yuan Shi, who had just finished his retreat, was distracted by this movement. He looked up to the west, and immediately saw the golden Buddha's light on the Lingshan Mountain of Xiniu Hezhou, illuminating half of Xiniu Hezhou. The Zen sound sounded, as if countless people were chanting scriptures, the sound became louder and louder.

An incomparably huge bodhi tree soars into the sky, full of greenery, luxuriant branches and leaves, surrounded by golden Buddha light, standing in the sky, suppressing the void, as if the entire sky of Xiniu Hezhou is going to be supported by this branch, the giant Around the tree, there are endless fairy lights and rays of light, and the auspicious sound is very sacred, giving people a sense of tranquility.

"Huh? Is Buddhism about to be established?"

Yuanshi knew what happened at a glance. The two sages in the West wanted to abandon Taoism and become a Buddha, create Western Buddhism, and prove the supreme Buddha way.

The founding of Buddhism represented that the two sages in the West were independent of Taoism and formed a self-contained one, and it also represented the beginning of the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism.

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(End of this chapter)