The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power.

Chapter 272 Seven days and seven nights, Nirvana and Buddhahood

In the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, outside the "Samsara Pool" where the stinking grains and samsara filth are accumulated, Xu Xin sat cross-legged on a large branch, occasionally looking down at the place where feces and urine were piled up.

"Murong Fu, you are so tolerant, it really makes me... a little bit murderous. After seven days and seven nights in the urine, you can be considered a person!"

Xu Xin looked down at the "Reincarnation Pool" and could "see" through the Qi sensor. A "corpse" sank at the bottom of the filthy thing, motionless, and remained in this state for seven days.

Murong Fu was also tolerant. Although it was said that the Black-level Buddha Yi Jin Jing could rest for a long time in harsh environments such as underwater, he was able to endure it for seven days and seven nights, which was beyond Xu Xin's expectation.

If he hadn't already tested Murong Fu's limits, and there was a more important thing that needed attention, he might have rushed down and completely destroyed Murong Fu's bones and ashes.

Murong Fu thought that he, Xu, would be afraid of mere excrement and urine, and he was looking down on others.

Back then on Wangpanshan Island, he was still weak in martial arts, and he had to fight in the shit and urine to survive. He really wanted to kill someone. A mere cesspool was nothing, it just stunk for a while.

"Seven days and seven nights, Jintai, you finally can't stand it any longer!"

Suddenly there was a surge of white light on the horizon, which was in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. Xu Xin suddenly stood up from the treetops, looked at the dirty and smelly "Reincarnation Pool", slapped it down, and a stream of true energy penetrated the body. "Corpse", and then he disappeared from here.

"Uh!"

The moment Xu Xin disappeared, Murong Fu in the cesspit couldn't help but groan. Xu Xin's true energy almost penetrated his body, causing him to wake up from the "turtle breath" state in an instant, but he did not dare to let out a groan. There's too much movement, and I don't even dare to go out now.

"I must pay the price for the person named Xu..."

Murong Fu swore in his heart that his forbearance today was for future revenge.

He still did not leave this place because he was afraid that Xu Xin was just "fishing" and would leave and come back. Murong Fu waited until there was a shocking noise from the Shaolin Temple before he rushed out of the cesspit and left the Songshan territory as quickly as possible.

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In the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, white light filled the sky, and solemn Sanskrit sounds were heard.

The sweeping monk sat cross-legged on a large bluestone outside the Sutra Pavilion, with countless Buddhist disciples sitting around him. White light was overflowing from his body, and at the same time, Sanskrit sounds filled the air, and the sound became louder and louder.

This was the eighth day that the sweeping monk Murong Fu taught his power. After seven days and seven nights of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name, the sweeping monk still seemed unable to hold on and was about to undergo nirvana.

The ultimate number is nine, but for Buddhism, the number seven is very special.

It is said that the Buddha, Sakyamuni, once attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree for seven days and seven nights and meditated deeply. From the first jhana to the place of boundless emptiness, boundless consciousness, the place of nothingness, the place of non-perception and non-perception, and then from the place of non-perception back to the first jhāna, it repeatedly goes in and out of the four jhanas and eight concentration.

Finally attained enlightenment, Nirvana and became Buddha...

And the current sweeping monk, after giving up his black-level pagoda with great perseverance and becoming a "devil", also experienced seven days and seven nights of transformation and enlightenment, and is about to reach nirvana...

Nirvana is a Buddhist term that also refers to death. For enlightened Buddhists, death is not something worth fearing, because if Nirvana can be achieved, death does not represent the end, but new life.

Tao pursues this life, Buddha pursues the next life!
Countless Buddhists eat fast and chant Buddha's name just to pursue a good afterlife. But they don't know that the vast majority of people who eat fast and chant Buddha's name will only be worse off in their next life, because they only make no contribution to vainly chant Buddha's name, which is of no benefit to the world. They are just moths and have no merit. If there is reincarnation, how can such a person deserve a better new life?

Xu Xin didn't know what he believed in, maybe he believed in himself! He has lived three lifetimes and is considered luckier than others, but he has never seen gods and Buddhas with his own eyes, and he cannot say that he has much faith. All he has is awe of the unknown power.

The Buddha's light shines all over the Shaolin Temple, and the sweeping monk's whole body is shining, in Nirvana...

Nirvana is not born, and Panadhi is immortal. Since words do not come into existence, they already exist. Since it is said to be immortal, it lasts from ancient times to the present. In the Mahayana, it is described like this, saying that the original nature is pure and nirvana. This existence has countless names, commonly known as Tathagatagarbha.

It is said that Tathagata once burned his body with the fire of karma and was reborn in Nirvana.

At this moment, the sweeping monk is like the afterglow of the setting sun, with death and rebirth.

Xu Xin watched all this from a distance and felt something in his heart. The sweeping monk in his eyes was particularly different.

In his sight, there seemed to be a holy Buddha's image behind the sweeping monk, but that face was exactly like the sweeping monk himself.

At this moment, the sweeping monk burst into flames out of thin air. It was the fire of infinite karma in the dark. He was burning everything about himself, rising from the realm of white-level pagoda again, and attained nirvana and became a Buddha.

The sweeping monk's skin is burning, and there seems to be something else burning in the dark. The body, soul, cause and effect, fortune, wealth, longevity... all the power is transformed into the most powerful and vast power to help. His nirvana...becoming a Buddha.

Rebirth in Nirvana, abandon everything, live toward death, and attain Buddhahood!

The sweeping monk in Xu Xin's eyes was extremely bright at this moment, and immeasurable power burst out from him. He is like a sun that suddenly explodes at this moment, or a world that dies at this moment.

Rebirth in Nirvana, crossing the sea of ​​suffering, and becoming a Buddha on the other side. That is the ideal of Zen. The ultimate goal of Zen is to reach the other side through Nirvana. In this moment of death, the realm of the sweeping monk is sublimated at this moment.

His realm had risen by an unknown amount at this moment. Both his mind and his vision had experienced unimaginable sublimation.

A pair of eyes appeared in Xu Xin's spiritual world. These were the eyes of the sweeping monk. He had discovered Xu Xin long ago, but at this moment he took the initiative to "look".

At first, he wanted to "cultivate" Xu Xin, but later he found that he could not do it, and Murong Fu brought him a new "fate", so he finally made his choice.

"Is this...becoming a Buddha..."

Outside the Sutra Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple, Xu Xin's eyes stared at the sweeping monk's eyes, feeling the boundless sound of the Buddha and the vast light of the Buddha. The rays of light were endless, boundless, Nirvana and transcendence, enlightenment and Buddhahood...

"What a terrible power!"

When the Buddha's light disappeared, Xu Xin seemed to have experienced a pagoda hell. It was a force that was simply irresistible. I could only feel that the thought of my own existence was disintegrating, as if my whole person was fundamentally changing...

But in the end he came to his senses. Three lifetimes of experience told him that only the power he could control was his own, and blindly praying to gods and Buddhas had no effect at all.

Compared to the illusory Buddha, he still renewed his fists and strength.

(End of this chapter)