Buddha Song

As soon as he thought about it, Mo Ke felt that he had entered an area, and his body and mind were immediately unobstructed, surrounded by immeasurable golden light. This golden light is exactly the golden light of merit!

The entire area is about [-] meters in size, and it is filled with a faint golden light of merit. At the end, it is a crystal-like white gold, which is round, like a crystal ball [-] meters in size.

"Buzzing..."

The golden light of merit and virtue ripples slightly, like ripples in water, making Moke feel unspeakably comfortable, his thoughts are clear, his wisdom bursts out, and five-color lotus flowers emerge from the void. Released, one after another of the pictures appeared.

There are goddesses who scatter flowers, and there are glass bliss.There are colorful phoenixes in the sky, blue luan fairy birds spread their wings, golden dragons roll in the merit pool on the ground, auspicious aura and purple clouds are misty, high mountain Lingtai, old pine coils, there are cranes holding ganoderma lucidum, in the temple of Leiyin, the relics are hanging in the sky. High in the sky, shining everywhere, the golden body arhat clapped his hands together and sang Sanskrit, the sound will come out, and the other people's worldly thoughts will disappear.

The scene in front of me is the same as the Pure Land of Paradise in the Western Paradise recorded in Buddhist scriptures!

At the same time, a majestic white-golden warm light emanated from the void, and suddenly an illusory figure was condensed. It was a young monk with delicate features. Smiling, with deep and wise eyes, like a wise man who knows everything, there is an illusory black-blue boulder under his feet.

He stepped forward and walked leisurely, with great ease and peace in every step. With every step, a fragrant and pure white lotus flower was born on the boulder out of thin air. At the same time, his figure became clearer, instantly It is the opposite of Moco's soul.

"Amitabha...Master!"

Shocked in his heart, Mo Ke hurriedly clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully.

The monk in front of him has always existed in his dreams since he was born, and later, Mo Ke was questioned by the demon in the fairy mansion, and his mind almost collapsed. It was this monk who appeared in the crystal ball and wiped out The inner demon, to save himself, cut off a few strands of black hair in his heart.

It can be said that although Mo Ke only met this monk once, he felt that he seemed to have a destiny with him for thousands of years.At the same time, Mo Ke suddenly remembered that if he could obtain a large amount of golden light of merit, making it moisten the crystal ball, and the last remnant soul left by the monk in it, he could still meet him.

Everything became logical, and Mo Ke once again thought of the scene he saw before, and his heart jumped wildly.

After that white-golden light appeared, the phantom of Great Kasyapa Bodhisattva and seventeen eminent monks paid homage to him!

"Who is this monk? Why does it keep appearing in my dreams? Why does he leave a crystal ball in my body?" Suddenly, Mo Ke's mind was full of thoughts, and it was difficult to calm down.

Looking at Mo Ke kindly, the young monk's phantom face is like a lotus flower blooming, and he is indescribably holy, and he said leisurely, "Little guy, I didn't expect that we will meet again so soon. Your heart is not peaceful, this is not good, Cultivating the Buddha means cultivating the mind, adding all kinds of pain and sins to the body, just like watching the fire from the other side, leisurely and contented, this is the essence of Buddhism."

With a shudder in his heart, Mo Ke hastily folded his hands together, and said respectfully, "Thank you, master, for your enlightenment! Little monk Mo Ke is dull, but I have something to ask the master, who are you? Could it be that you are a Bodhisattva from my Buddhist sect? Or... ...."

Mo Ke didn't say the next words, because the news was so shocking that he couldn't believe it.

With a faint smile, the young monk shook his head slightly, "You can't say it, you can't say it...Little guy, your strength is still too weak, and your spiritual cultivation is too weak. Knowing too much now is not good for you. Stay in the future If you can find my innate chaotic spirit treasure Sanshengshi and refine it, all mysteries will be solved naturally. As for your current location, it is the relic of goodness in my body when I fell that year. It has infinite uses and needs more Only when a large amount of merits and virtues are integrated into the golden light can it display its true power, and you have been recognized as the master, from now on, you will inherit the mantle of the poor monk."

The temperament of this young monk is like a holy lotus flower, unfathomable, and there is a gentle, holy, and boundless aura around him. In this aura, Mo Ke feels as if he is throwing himself into the arms of his mother.

"Inherit his mantle! Relic!"

Mo Ke's heart was shocked, it was like a monstrous wave, among Buddhism, even a Bodhisattva may not be able to gather relics, this monk is actually the existence of that series?

However, no matter how much Mo Ke thought about it, he still couldn't recognize the identity of the monk in front of him.

Casually inquiring about Mo Ke, the young monk smiled holyly, and said to himself quite satisfied, "Ah...it really is somewhere in the dark, with its own number of days, karmic reincarnation, little guy, your current strength, It is the best time to inherit my mantle, come and see!"

After saying this, the young monk shook his finger and pointed out. Immediately, the golden light of merit and virtue that filled the space of [-] meters all converged, becoming more and more dazzling. Finally, with a loud bang, the infinite golden light dissipated, and an emerald plant was about to drip, winding like a dragon. A serpentine bodhi tree appeared, and its precious light bloomed. On the bodhi tree, three thousand bodhi seeds were condensed, all of which were swaying, making wonderful Buddha sounds like the sound of heaven.

"This... this... this..."

Mo Ke was dumbfounded. Among these relics, he felt the most pure essence of Buddhism, all of which were extremely mysterious, obscure, and pure. With a slight shot, he felt that there was a bodhi seed that contained The breath of the Great Brahma Sutra, as well as the breath of the Diamond Sutra and the Purdue Sutra.

However, this kind of breath seems to be more mysterious and pure than the scriptures he knows, and it seems to be the most fundamental mother scripture.

"Three thousand Bodhi sutras, three thousand branches of Buddhism... What is the connection between these!" Mo Ke's mood was swaying, and his breathing was short.

Looking at Mo Ke kindly, the young monk's eyes seemed to have pierced through the void of ten thousand years at once, seeing the endless and distant past, and he became dazed.

The golden light of merits and virtues originally had infinite magical effects. It blesses the body, does not touch karma, and is loved by the world. At this moment, Mo Ke felt it quietly, and suddenly felt the most pure, vast, and mysterious essence of Buddhism flowing in his heart. Wisdom kept flickering. Enlightenment-like feeling.

Resisting this excitement, Mo Ke clasped his hands together, and said again, "Master, this bodhi tree, the three thousand bodhi seeds in it, are the purest practice methods of the three thousand branches of my Buddhist school, many mysterious?"

"Yes, not only that, I also want to pass on my Buddhist scriptures, the Sutra of the Three Lives of the Ten Thousand Buddhas to you! Only if you have practiced the Sutra of the Three Lives of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, can you control these three thousand Buddhist scriptures and truly achieve the immensity of Buddhism! Remember, ocean of Buddha, don't provoke it!" The young monk spoke peacefully and warned Mo Ke.

The name of the ocean of Buddha, Moore Kong is naturally a thunderous ear, the sacred objects in Buddhism contain the essence of infinite Buddhism, and this young monk in front of him, do you want to provoke him?Mo Ke himself didn't know why, but he believed it for no reason, and nodded affirmatively.

With the light of wisdom rippling all over his body, the young monk said again, "Little guy, do you still remember the Buddha's wish that was born in your heart under the guidance of my words?"

Hearing the other party's question, Mo Ke suddenly looked serious, and said solemnly, "I have spent a lifetime of energy, so that the sentient beings in the world, in the world, in the world of hundreds of thousands of Ganges sands, everyone understands each other. Be honest with each other, be independent and compassionate, and build a truly free, immeasurable, and pure land!"

"Okay! Good boy, don't call me master yet. I don't have much time. I want to give you the Sutra of Three Lives of Ten Thousand Buddhas as soon as possible, which will be my life's mantle!" Nodding in satisfaction, the young monk was very pleased.

"Master, please be respected by the apprentice!" Prostrating on the ground respectfully, Mo Ke bowed his head.

The other party is obviously a Buddhist eminent monk, willing to teach him the essence of Buddhism, Mo Ke naturally will not refuse, and Mo Ke has a lot of affection for him, Buddhism does not have the rule of Confucianism that can only worship one master, and Mo Ke does not either Think more.

"Okay, okay...Thousand Buddhas and three lives, the original inheritance!"

With a peaceful smile on his face, the illusory figure of the young monk suddenly swayed, the infinite platinum Buddha light suddenly condensed, his figure disappeared, and a dazzling platinum flame suddenly flashed, the essence of the vast and endless Buddhism, a school called Ten Thousand Buddhas The supreme Buddhist classics of the Sanshengjing have been integrated into the soul of Mo Ke.

"The grievances of all living beings in the world of mortals, I am free and unrestrained in the world. Cut off the good and evil thoughts of the three lives, and the red lotus karma will not touch the body. Born to know the sky and the earth, the prehistoric calamity will be another calamity..."

The sound of leisurely chanting reverberated, and the mysterious young monk completely disappeared, leaving only Mo Ke, whose mind was silent in the infinite Sutra of the Three Lives of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.