The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 249 Uncovering the Truth and Rebirth of the Buddha ([-] words for subscription)
"The headmaster please show up."

On the platform outside the gate of the temple, Dang Ji Ping'an read this sentence, pinching the scriptures with his fingertips, and the golden lotus imprint shone brightly.

A powerful aura, with it as the center, spreads in all directions like ripples.

Leaning on a spear and holding a tiger talisman, Dadongshen Jiang raised a strong warning sign in his heart, and Wufu's inspiration frantically warned:
escape!
escape!
escape!
However, this time, it was his turn to be unable to move. God Dadong seemed to have frozen his body, even though his mind was active, his body was completely unable to move.

And this scene, in front of outsiders, is the fierce embodiment of his "not retreating one step".

Then, a bright light splashed out, and an illusory figure slowly rose.

The two women present were no strangers to this, but the monks in front of them all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they lost their voices:

"pungent……"

In front of the blazing green flame dividing line.

Wearing a large cloak of feathers, narrow eyes, and a dusty temperament, "Xin Yaoguang" locked onto the general in front of him as soon as he appeared, without any fancy spells, Xin Yaoguang just pointed his whisk forward.

Immediately, the whisks were straightened one after another, and a dazzling beam of light shot out, the size of a wellhead, and hit hard on the barrier formed by the tiger charms.

Silently, the emerald green barrier swayed through layers of ripples, and then collapsed.

The beam of light pierced through the mask and hit the big gun, and the gun barrel was melted and dripped down.

The beam of light continued to move forward, and under the terrified gaze of General Yu Dadong, it hit the breastplate on his chest.

As a god general sitting in a mansion, the armor on his body is also an extremely powerful defensive magic weapon.

The heart guard lighted up in response, and a beam of light shot onto it, like a million tons of red-hot molten iron tilting down, scorching sparks splashing in all directions.

However, this magic weapon only resisted for about three breaths, and the body of Dadong Shenjiang was sunken like a prawn in a roar, his feet plowed the ground, and he was shot more than ten feet straight, hitting the vermilion red in the Zen courtyard hard. on the wall.

"boom!"

Most of the body was embedded into the wall!

All is silent!

At this moment, there was no sound at the entire mountain gate of Yunlin Temple, and everyone was deeply shocked by this scene.

The god general of the Great Zhou who was at the peak of his state was not a weak hand in the realm of Zuojing, but he was defeated so simply, it was just one move, and he had no ability to resist at all.

"what--"

The Zhike monk backed away in shock and fell to the ground, feeling intense fear.

Huyuan Toutuo's body was bent under pressure, and he tried his best to maintain his last dignity with his Zen stick, but it was still inevitable, and he bowed his head little by little.

Ye Hongling's eyes were filled with awe, and she finally understood why Wei Qingqing fled so resolutely.

"Ahhh, Master is mighty!"

Yu Yu was the first to scream excitedly, elated!

At this time, the people watching from a distance realized what had happened.

Wu Yangyang fell to his knees, kowtowed and shouted "immortal".

Xin Yaoguang's appearance is like a fairy in a painting, not to mention this way of appearance immediately captured the hearts of many people.

And after this blow, the goddess-like headmistress looked cold, as if she didn't take this matter to heart at all.

He just turned around, gave Ji Pingan a meaningful look, and immediately his body turned into spots of light, dissipating in the air little by little.

At the same time, the lotus imprint imprinted on the Taoist scriptures also fell off and disappeared.

At the beginning, the female head teacher came and went in a hurry, leaving behind only a ray of mana that was enough to suppress the realm of Sitting Well. Before that, Ji Pingan used a small part of it to make the play realistic, wasting it on Mrs. Wei.

Now it consumes the rest and defeats Dadong Shenjiang.

If outsiders know about it, they will be heartbroken and feel that they have wasted their life-saving cards.

But Ji Pingan didn't care much about it, instead he was a little uneasy about the look in Xin Yaoguang's eyes when he left.

"This girl, why does she have an expression that contains me... It's not the first time I've borrowed your strength to pretend..." Ji Ping'an curled his lips inwardly.

Stuffing the Taoist scriptures back into his arms, he looked around and seriously emphasized:
"You've all heard it, it was he who said before, let me let it go, no matter what, he will never pursue it."

Everyone: "..."

Ye Hongling was the first to speak, with a straight face:
"Since it's a private gambling fight, it has nothing to do with the court's laws. I believe that the gods will also recognize it."

At this time, a monk came to his senses and rushed over to "pull out" the general who was embedded in the wall.

"Cough...cough..."

General Dadong was in a terrible state of distress, covered in dust, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was weak.

The big gun that was melted into two fell to the ground, the breastplate on his chest was dim, and only messy green flames were burning in the square.

Ji Pingan bent down to pick up the Tiger Talisman, walked up to him, handed it over, and said with a smile:
"Hold things well, if you lose the tiger talisman, it will be a serious crime to lose your head."

"You...you..." Dadongshen's eyes were about to split open, but deep fear was hidden in his eyes.

and regret.

He had indeed heard that Ji Ping'an and Xin Yaoguang knew each other, but he never guessed that it would be this kind of relationship.

However, Ji Ping'an was already too lazy to talk to him. There were so many enemies in the past thousand years of life. A domineering warrior with a lack of IQ is not worth his while.

"Let's go." He summoned the two girls, and then looked at the guardian Tutuo:

"Now, can we go in?"

A group of monks looked over nervously, the nursing home was silent for a while, and said:

"The poor monk took the benefactor there."

"Isn't it enough to be like this early? You have to be convinced." Yu Yu muttered in a low voice, and flaunted his might to enter the door.

Ye Hongling shook her head, only feeling a headache, and the aftermath of this incident was troublesome.

Fortunately, Ji Ping'an's competition with the generals was an internal battle within the Great Zhou Dynasty and did not involve Buddhism. This was probably the only lucky thing.

Hula la.

In an instant, the three people headed by Ji Pingan, surrounded by a large group of monks, stepped into the Buddhist monastery, and went to the courtyard where Leiyin Pagoda was located.

……

When everyone passed through the horse chestnut forest, they arrived at the tower.

The nursing home sighed, and before Ye Hongling could make a move, he chanted a mantra to open the gate of the formation.

"Master Yihong is inside?" Ji Pingan stopped outside the tower and asked suddenly.

The nursing home has already confessed, and said sullenly:
"Am I going to take this matter to deceive people?"

Ji Pingan asked curiously:

"But as far as I know, this Leiyin Pagoda doesn't seem to be able to isolate the internal and external movement. The beating at the mountain gate is so fierce, how deep is Master Yihong's retreat, so he didn't notice it?"

As soon as these words came out, the monks present were all stunned, and finally realized that something was wrong.

The face of the Nursing Court sank, and suddenly became a little nervous, realizing that the possible suspicions of the three people in front of them might not be groundless, but that the abbot was indeed involved in the case.

"I'll open the door." The Zhike monk is a grassroots person, and he will act positively when he sees the wind.

Rolling——

As the heavy pagoda door was pulled open, everyone passed through the entrance corridor, and when they stepped into the first floor, all the monks changed their faces and exclaimed:
"Abbot!"

I saw that the first floor of Leiyin Tower was in a mess.

Tables were overturned, carpets were stained with ink, brushes were broken, scriptures were torn to shreds like waste paper, and thrown everywhere.

The eight bronze mirrors were all knocked over to the ground, and all of them were broken, showing cracks like spider webs.

What's weird is that in each of the cracked mirrors, Master Yihong's hideous expression still remains, which are eight different emotions.

But the abbot, who was wearing a white monk's robe, was already collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, haggard, with dull eyes and weak breath.

The whole person was originally in his fifties, but now it seems that time has been stolen, he is very old, his beard and eyebrows are white, his skin is dry and thin, almost out of shape.

"Mage!"

Huyuan Toutuo turned pale with fright, rushed in, raised his big hand and pressed it on top of his head, injecting spiritual essence.

Buddha light shines!

Under the light of the Buddha, Master Yihong's sluggish eyes rolled slightly and gradually gathered, as if waking up from a nightmare. The old man looked around, tears streaming down his face, and murmured:

"I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell..."

"Master! What happened?! Who hurt you like this..." the nursing home asked.

The rest of the monks also panicked and gathered around. A monk who was proficient in medical skills diagnosed the pulse, and his face was pale:
"The abbot is dying, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying!"

All the monks felt that a stick was being swung on the top of their heads, and they were all stunned, not knowing what happened.

At this time, Ji Ping'an's voice came:

"No one else hurt him, he killed himself."

Swipe—everyone looked at him, with doubts, inquiries, bewilderment, and indignation.

"What do you mean?" The nurse's voice was hoarse.

Ji Pingan, however, saw the appearance of Master Yihong, and he had an insight into the whole story, looked at Master Yihong, and said:

"You tell it yourself."

With tears in his eyes, Master Yihong sat up slowly after hearing the words, looked around the crowd, and barely evoked a smile:
"Ji Sichen is right. The poor monk will kill himself and should go to Abi Hell."

This... the monks became more and more confused.

Even Ye Hongling and Yu Yu were stupefied, feeling as if they missed a chapter, they were clearly involved in the whole process, but why couldn't they understand their conversation?

Master Yihong suddenly said to the guardian:

"You guys go out, I have something to say to Ji Sichen alone."

"Abbot..." The nursing home opened its mouth, a little aggrieved, not understanding why the abbot's last words were only willing to confess to outsiders.

But he is not a mortal after all, although he felt sad and doubtful, he got up and led the monks out of Leiyin Pagoda.

"Let's go too." Ye Hongling went to pull Yuyu, "They want to talk alone."

Yu Yu: "..."

Just very upset!

But after all, he left sullenly.

……

When the crowd dispersed, there were only two people left in the tower. Ji Pingan scanned the messy ground, pulled up an overturned chair, straightened it upright, sat on it himself, and said calmly:
"Okay, let me tell you what exactly happened."

Master Yihong sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together:

"Didn't Si Chen have already guessed about it?"

Ji Pingan nodded and said:

"That flower-picking monk is not a real person, but an incarnation made by you."

Avatar!

In fact, Ji Ping'an's guess had already been born when he fought with him that night.

The main reason is that in the past thousand years, he has seen many kinds of spells, infinite avenues, and vicious eyes. He always felt that there was something wrong with the body of the flower picking monk, and he was later turned into ashes by the sun, which also confirmed this point.

Of course, there is another important factor, that is, it cannot be divined.

Astrology's prediction of people's fate is essentially based on the theory of each person's "fate star", and if that person is not a complete "person" at all, it will naturally restrain astrology.

Master Yihong, who was on the verge of exhaustion, was silent for a while, nodded and said:
"Yes."

After saying these words, he seemed to have completely opened up his defenses, and without Ji Pingan asking, he said to himself:

"I was born in the Taoist Temple and learned from Jingguang Bodhisattva. I have an extraordinary starting point. I have set up infinite ambitions to cross the sea of ​​suffering and pursue the true meaning of Buddhism. Extremely fast, he is also the best among senior brothers, even compared to Senior Brother Kong Ji, he thinks he is not far behind..."

The aging monk's tone was full of nostalgia, and a "reflection" light appeared on his face, as if he had returned to the past, when he was young and full of vigor.

"However, as my research on Buddhism reached a certain level, I began to fall into bottlenecks frequently. The shore that once seemed to me so far away suddenly became extremely far away. No matter how hard I struggled in the sea of ​​suffering, I still could not It's hard to get an inch.

My teacher and fellow disciples comforted me, saying that my achievements are already impressive. You must know how many powerful people have emerged from Buddhism in the thousands of years, and how many people can reach the realm of Bodhisattva in the end?Even aspire to the Lord Buddha? "

"But I am not reconciled, and I don't want to be one of those mediocre people. So I took the initiative to invite Ying to come to Yunlin Temple to avoid the atmosphere of Southern Tang Buddhist temples, find a pure place to practice hard, and dream of understanding Buddhism thoroughly before returning to Southern Tang."

Ji Pingan said: "But you failed."

Master Yihong's face turned pale instantly, and he said dejectedly:
"Yes, I failed. I thought everything was too simple, the years passed, and the years were getting less and less, but my state of mind was difficult to move forward. I was stuck in the same place for countless days and nights, but I couldn't find the direction.

I hung the half-line of Buddhist verses bestowed by the Bodhisattva on the wall and put it beside my pillow. Entering the bodhisattva realm, but after many years, it is still not enough. "

"Not only that, I was even horrified to find that my state of mind had been affected and I was no longer peaceful. So I could only rely on copying the meditation mantra in the Leiyin Pagoda, and use the eight-phase mirror to hone my will to carry out penance."

Ji Pingan shook his head and said, "It's ridiculous, I went to the doctor in a hurry."

Master Yihong sighed and nodded:
"Eight-phase mirror is to attack the weak points of people's hearts, but I was blindly confident, thinking that I could conquer the demons, but I didn't know that during countless nights of copying scriptures, my "phase" has been gradually distorted and polluted, and I But he didn't realize it.

Gradually, two 'I's' appeared in my mind, one with a pure Zen mind, who was the abbot of the Zen monastery who practiced the Pure Light method.The other one, the filth of the Zen mind, is the opposite of the clean light, the collection of all the 'evil' in my heart. "

Oh shit, split personality... Ji Pingan signaled him to continue.

Master Yihong said:
"At first, the two personalities didn't know each other's existence. Every day, I showed the former to others. Every night, the latter took control of my body. Gradually, the latter became dissatisfied and controlled by desire. But because of my identity, I couldn't move, so I secretly collected materials and refined a special body with magic."

"Thus, my personality was divided into two. The bright one stayed, and the dark one went to a new body. At this time, a letter was sent from the Buddhist sect, telling me about the return of the stars, and the monastery should pay attention to it." The news of the reborn person in Dazhou. So, I thought it was a godsend opportunity."

Ji Pingan said:
"So, the other you just hid in the little temple on the top of the mountain and started doing evil?"

"Yes," Master Yihong said:
"Although we are divided into two bodies, we are one after all, so the defense of the Chanyuan is useless to him, and because of the influence of the demonic obstacle in my heart, I also deliberately forgot the existence of another me. What's more unexpected, he not only used the Zenyuan Using the cover to vent your desires, thereby enhancing your cultivation, you simply pretended to be a 'reborn person' and came into contact with the world."

It's okay to pretend to be a reborn... Ji Pingan sighed softly.

So far, all doubts have been explained.

Why can't the flower-picking monks be caught up and down in the Buddhist monastery, why can't astrology, and why the latter is afraid of the sun-the opposite of pure light is darkness.

Ji Pingan said: "But you know this now."

Master Yihong nodded:
"When the other me died in your hands, the dusty memory was forced to be released, and I could no longer pretend to be ignorant. And he took away half of my soul, half of my blood, and half of my Buddhist practice. After he died, my lifespan was cut in half."

Ji Pingan looked at the old abbot, fell silent for a while, and sighed: "If you don't have enough hearts, you have to blame yourself."

Yes, everything is to blame.

The more genius you are, the more you can't accept that you become mediocre, and because the first half of your life went so smoothly, when you suddenly encounter adversity, your mentality becomes unbalanced, and the demons take the opportunity to enter.

In the end, it was no surprise that he became obsessed.

"The benefactor said so," Master Yihong calmly said:
"But I didn't excuse myself. Looking back now, the poor monk's Buddhist practice is a bit extreme, and it shouldn't be like this."

"Oh?" Ji Pingan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Master Yihong suddenly said seriously:

"I now recall that before I split my mind and soul, in the realm of Kongming Bodhisattva, I vaguely heard the voice of the Buddha chanting, as if someone was whispering, luring me to yearn for the Buddhadharma more and more, thus aggravating the breeding of my inner demons."

Ji Pingan finally lifted his spirits:

"Is this true?!"

As a strong man who had discussed the Tao with the Lord Buddha, Ji Ping'an had a good understanding of Buddhism.

It is known that the so-called "Empty Bright Bodhisattva Realm" is a deep state entered during meditation practice. There is a saying that this is the Western Paradise opened up by the Buddha.

The Buddha is one of the ancient "sages" of the same level as Dao Zun.

The Buddha has been dead for countless years, even if he left behind the so-called Western Paradise, there should be nothing in it, so how could there be any sound?

In Buddhism, although some people often say that they were inspired by the Buddha during meditation, they are all fooling mortals, or they force their own insights into the bestowal of the Buddha.

But true practitioners all know that the state of Kongming Bodhisattva represents the ultimate emptiness and tranquility, and is a symbol of "Ji".

Master Yihong nodded lightly:
"Whether Ji Sichen believes it or not, the poor monk has committed a lot of crimes, and now that his death date has come, there is no way to atone for his sins. Please send this news to Si Chen."

After saying these words, the blush on the old monk's face began to fade, his eyes dimmed, and the last ray of light from his life began to fall.

His aura began to collapse rapidly, his face turned gray, the roots of his beard withered and broke, and his skin was riddled with cracks.

Master Yihong tried his best to use his last strength to adjust his sitting posture, took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, and placed it in front of him, his voice was weak:
"This is the token of the abbot of the Buddhist monastery. I would like Si Chen to hand it over to the nursing home later. As for what happened, let me tell you in private. One person's sins will be redeemed by the poor monk alone. I only hope that Si Chen will take care of the overall situation of the two countries and don't publicize it. don't..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller until it was barely audible.

A ray of sunset came in from the window on the side of Leiyin Pagoda, and the slanting ray of sunlight happened to shine on the corpse of Master Yihong, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with his palms folded.

The last breath was also exhaled.

The well-known great master, who had been in Yunlin Temple for decades, passed away.

"Boom-"

Like a coincidence, at this time the bell-ringing monk of the monastery rang the evening bell, and the sound of the bell was mournful.

……

Outside the Leiyin Tower.

A group of people waited anxiously, and the atmosphere was silent and oppressive.

When the bell stopped and the door of the ancient pagoda was pushed, Ji Pingan walked out slowly, and was instantly surrounded by a group of people.

"What about the monk?"

"How is the abbot?"

"What did the mage tell you?"

Amidst the chattering inquiries, Ji Pingan didn't say a word, but handed the beads in his hand to the burly guard Toutuo, who was leaning on a somewhat curved gold-plated Zen staff, and said:
"He passed away, this is a token I entrusted to you."

After a pause, he took out another folded paper:

"This is the general history of the matter. I wrote it down. Believe it or not, you can decide for yourself how to deal with it afterward."

Ji Ping'an was also a little helpless about Master Yihong's last caution.

Before he died, this monk was still thinking about preserving the face of the Buddhist school. The reason why he asked to talk alone was also to "not pass the Dharma to the six ears".

Giving him information about the "Empty Bright Bodhisattva Realm" is actually a transaction.

At the same time, as long as you don't say all this in person, it will be difficult to carry out the crime.

Considering that everyone is dead, this muddled account, the final result is likely to be a tacit understanding of both parties pretending not to know.

Dazhou lacked direct evidence to continue the investigation, and the Buddhist sect was at a loss, so there was no way to make a fuss about Master Yihong's death.

After all, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it has been proved that his death has nothing to do with Ji Pingan and others.

"The old monk was also a ghost before he died." Ji Pingan sighed softly, ignoring the group of monks who were in a sad mood.

He gave the second daughter a look, and the three of them walked out.

"What's going on?" After walking away, Yu Yu couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore.

Ji Pingan had no choice but to give a general account of the matter, but no matter at this moment or in the "record" sent to the Buddhist sect, the matter of the "Empty Bright Bodhisattva Realm" was concealed.

Ji Pingan had a creepy guess in his heart:

"If it is said that the voice of 'Buddha' appeared in the realm of Kongming Bodhisattva that should have died... Then, will the ancient saints who created many systems be reborn?"

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