Black Myth: Journey to the West: Simulate becoming an immortal!

Chapter 95: Zen Master Wuchao teaches the Heart Sutra, with a beginning and an end!

In chaos, there is only ignorance.

The sound of chanting scriptures was endless and resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

The sound is focused and pious, peaceful and steady.

It echoes day and night and has never stopped for a hundred years.

In the chaos of ignorance, there seemed to be some changes as a result.

I don't know when, I gained consciousness and was born into this world.

My perception became clearer and I could hear the birds singing in the forest.

But their sounds are extremely simple and don't give me any special feelings.

One day, amidst the sound of chanting day and night, I could see.

I saw a small temple in the mountains and several monks living in it.

The monks farmed, fetched water, and cleaned the house themselves.

Whenever they have free time, they would meditate and chant scriptures.

Later, the monks brought back a man in cloth clothes from the forest.

The monks boiled the scarce rice grains in the jar into porridge and fed it to him.

He gradually recovered and said goodbye to the monks, expressing his sincere gratitude.

I felt this warmth and sincerity, and actually felt somewhat satisfied.

I just watched them quietly. I didn't know how much time had passed, but many fine wrinkles appeared on the monks' faces.

And the plain-clothed man who had been saved by the monks came back.

His hair turned gray and his cloth clothes were replaced with fine clothes.

He led a group of people to go up the mountain to expand the monks' temple and repair the mountain road.

Therefore, a stone statue was moved into the temple.

"From now on, the masters will be able to receive incense money."

"With the road and the Buddha statue, more people will come to worship Buddha."

His voice has changed a lot, but I can still hear the sincerity and gratitude.

Sure enough, in the days that followed, different people began to go up the mountain one after another.

Some of them held a small bag of grains, while others held a few copper coins tightly in their hands.

They kowtowed to the stone statue and repeated what they had said.

I heard from it the vision of praying for perfection and longing for happiness and peace.

This new sound made me quite curious.

'I' listen to people's beautiful visions, and my feelings become more lively and complete.

More and more people come to the temple to pray for blessings.
Also increasing are the wrinkles on the faces of the monks in the temple.

Their movements became slower and slower, until one day, they fell into a long sleep.

The remaining monks gathered around the sleeping monks, looking somewhat sad.

On this day, I felt a sense of sadness from their chanting.

But after some time, they brought in a group of new little people from outside the temple.

The villain shaved his hair and became a new monk.

The number of long incense sticks burning in the temple increased, and the incense became stronger and stronger.

And the sounds I could hear became more and more numerous and more and more chaotic.

The voice that originally only wished for happiness and well-being has changed.

It became a wish for wealth, children, and fame.
Some people even wish misfortune to their enemies.

They knelt in front of the Buddha statue and listed all the unfounded crimes of their enemies, hoping that the gods and Buddha would punish their enemies so that they could vent their anger.

The malice contained in this voice made me feel quite uncomfortable.

But this kind of malice is like some kind of sticky and disgusting thing, tightly wrapped around me, and I can't get rid of it.

The noisy noises became more and more numerous, almost covering up the quiet sounds of chanting Buddha's name on ordinary days.

For a moment, I was a little exhausted and unable to cope with the situation.

However, these maliciousness also made me grow.

My perception grew stronger and stronger until it covered the foot of the mountain and extended to a village.

Finally one day, the monks on the mountain were invited to go down the mountain together.

There were also people in the town, who gathered together and built a platform.

On that day, I heard the voice of that sincere and kind person again.

"Master, thank you for hosting this water and land conference this time."

"I will use the money I collected from incense offerings to repair the village!"

"Fellow villagers, this water and land assembly is a goodwill event for our village to pray for blessings and ward off disasters. Please make sure to pay the full amount of money for the incense!"

"Otherwise, this sincerity is not enough, and the Buddha cannot bless you!"

This guy seems to be changing.
I did not hear the kindness and sincerity in him, but instead heard lies and evil intentions.

He seems to be as his name suggests, his words and actions are... inconsistent.

One thing in front of your face and another behind your back.

In public he encouraged fellow villagers to donate incense, but secretly he recruited people to plot evil deeds.

"We need to do something with the high platform built for the water and land conference. Don't let anyone see it and cause some trouble."

"We have collected enough money. Let's end this conference as soon as possible and drive these monks back to the mountain as soon as possible."

"If the villagers worship Buddha all day and believe in a group of monks, then what authority do I have as the village chief?"

The platform finally collapsed.

'I' saw that the monk standing on the platform died, and the villagers standing below the platform also died.

Those who survived were full of suspicion and malice towards the monks.

The monks returned to the mountain helplessly, looking very embarrassed.

Many of them left because of this, and the huge temple fell apart.

Only one person chose to stay.

The man wore a brown monk's robe and occasionally brought some new disciples.

I watched these things happen, but it was hard for me to think of doing anything.

After all... I can't interfere with anything.

As time goes by, the words that make me uncomfortable become more and more frequent.

The evil spirits invaded me more and more fiercely. I tried desperately to get rid of them, but it was useless.

Until one day, this world... seemed to have changed.

I gradually discovered that I now seemed to be able to do many things.

I tried to strip away the things that I disliked and hated.

However, this approach is only a temporary solution and cannot completely remove the problem.

Even the things that were stripped away by "me" caused great disasters.

Those things seem to be particularly adapted to the current world.

At night, they transform into blue-skinned, long-tongued ghosts, and during the day, they hide themselves in people's words.

Gradually, they even learned to turn humans into their own kind.

The number of people in the town began to decrease, and the villagers noticed this change.

The man who said one thing and did another then remembered the monk on the mountain.

……

That night, the long-tongued ghost was unstoppable and almost all the monks were killed or injured.

And those evil spirits who caused the disaster saw a long-lurking tide of ghosts rolling in.

The brown-robed monk has grown old after years of ravages.

He was shedding tears of blood, his body was weak but glowing with golden light, and he stood still among the tide of ghosts.

He sat in the town for a long time, protecting some villagers who had not yet been assimilated, and then returned to the mountain in the early morning.

This time, 'I' felt something was different about him.

He opened his cloudy old eyes and seemed to see 'me' from afar.

He seemed to see my guilt and then let out a sigh.

"It is not your fault... You are born of words, but you have no heart or nature."

"In the final analysis, human hearts are the root cause of this evil and the breeding of demons..."

"I am no longer able to live, so I will give you my heart."

"I hope you can use this scripture to get rid of the evil demons that are affecting you."

"If there is a chance in the future, I can give it to the right person."

"I didn't expect that after half a lifetime of hard practice, I would finally gain enlightenment before I die..."

The brown-robed monk died.

As a result, 'I' manifested my physical form, which looked exactly like that monk.

"Master, I am alive because of you, but you did not give me a name."

"In that case, I will walk in this world under your name."

"From today on, I am the Zen Master Wuchao..."

It's just a dream, and you'll eventually wake up.

Chen Xi slowly opened his eyes. The confusion in his eyes was gone, and they were full of clarity.

There were mountains and forests all around, and only a few broken bricks and tiles and half a stone statue on the ground told him that there used to be a temple here.

Zen Master Wuchao was sitting in a bird's nest on the treetop, his body covered with fine cracks.

He faced Chen Xi and clasped his hands together.

Shi Linlin hid behind the bird's nest, leaned half of her body out, and looked at Chen Xi vigilantly.

Its body is still covered with cracks and looks like it has not healed yet.

Chen Xi had a complicated expression on his face. He also put his hands together and saluted back to Zen Master Wuchao.

At the end of the dream, Zen Master Wuchao opened up his memories and feelings to him without reservation.

He was immersed in the experience of the story of Zen Master Wuchao.

Until now, he had understood what kind of person Master Wuchao was. "No wonder you know so many things that even the old Zen master himself didn't know."

Zen Master Wuchao sighed slightly, and then his expression gradually became serious.

"Holy monk, the Buddha's dream is over, and the demon has been subdued."

"However, the holy monk still has a long way to go."

"But even though the journey is long, we will eventually reach our destination, but the obstacles are hard to overcome."

“I know the difficulty of the holy monk, so I wrote a volume of the ‘Multiple Heart Sutras’, which contains fifty words, totaling two hundred and seventy words.”

"If you encounter obstacles from demons, just recite this sutra and you will not be harmed."

"However, how much one can learn from it and what level one can reach depends entirely on the monk's own luck."

After Zen Master Wuchao finished speaking, he recited it orally and passed it on.

Jingyun:

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. The same is true of feeling, perception, mental formations and consciousness..."

It is called the Heart Sutra, also known as the Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra.

The 260-word mantra is mysterious and infinite. It is the general scripture for cultivating the Tao and the gateway to becoming a Buddha.

Chen Xi listened attentively and was able to remember it after hearing it once.

In an instant, the anger calmed down and all the demonic obstacles disappeared.

However, the supernatural power is so deeply rooted that it has not subsided at all.

The Dragon King and the Buddha who broke the precepts glared at the Zen Master Wuchao and became very agitated, seeming to be extremely dissatisfied.

"Saint monk, you have too many demonic obstacles. I'm afraid it will take some time for you to cultivate."

"Perhaps in the future, you will need more opportunities to continue to improve and achieve the right result."

"I only hope that the holy monk can carry on my vision, complete my unfinished business, and eliminate the demonic obstacles."

Upon seeing this situation, Zen Master Wuchao shook his head helplessly.

After just one recitation of the Heart Sutra, He seemed to have put his mind at ease, and his face was filled with relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Saint monk, do you have anything else you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."

Chen Xi sensed a sense of entrustment from Zen Master Wuchao's words.

He couldn't help but frown and hesitated to speak several times.

Zen Master Wuchao had a kind smile on his face, and he just waited quietly for Chen Xi to ask questions.

Chen Xi's expression was complicated and he looked deeply at Zen Master Wuchao.

"Master, the Buddha Mother Marichi of Gao Village, and even the destiny you mentioned."

"I wonder if you could tell me about it?"

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Wuchao pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Holy monk, do you know why I tried to enlighten the stone Linlin and went to Gao Village to make Madam Gao show up?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xi shook his head.

"It's because after I gained a heart, although I became complete, I was also more susceptible to the devil's influence."

"Practice is nothing more than cultivating the mind."

"I have both good and evil intentions, but it is difficult for me to separate them. I can only gradually accept them and reconcile them slowly."

"I have traveled all over the world, trying to find out why the demons are wreaking havoc, and why the world has changed so drastically."

"But what I saw and felt made me gradually sink into depravity, and my demonic obstacles grew."

"After all, I still haven't practiced enough..."

Zen Master Wuchao did not answer Chen Xi directly. He paused at this point, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.

"As my magical powers grow, I gradually find that the places I've been to all seem familiar."

"The people and monsters I've seen are also divided into familiar ones..."

"It seems that I know that some people will become monsters in the future, and some monsters were once humans."

"And every time I think of this, a great sense of inexplicable fear always fills my heart..."

Chen Xi was stunned when he heard this.

He obviously didn't expect that even a Zen Master like Wuchao would still have things he was afraid of.

look familiar?

He was a little confused and didn't understand why this matter would frighten Zen Master Wuchao.

Zen Master Wuchao did not seem to want to delve into the matter and quickly passed over the topic.

He restrained his expression and continued speaking.

“After I realized this, I wanted to get involved.”

"So I chose to intervene in the affairs of Gao Village and try to make Madam Gao, who was supposed to be a demon, reveal her true form in advance."

"At that time, I wanted to change Madam Gao, so I gave her the title of Buddha Mother, hoping that she would develop a good heart because of her good name..."

"But who would have thought that once I got involved in this matter, my condition would deteriorate rapidly."

"I was worried that I would lose control and affect the people of Gao Laozhuang, so I left there temporarily."

"During the time I was away, Gao Village became something I didn't want to see because of rumors that came from nowhere."

"When I returned, everyone in the village had turned into a demon, with only Miss Gao still conscious."

When Zen Master Wuchao said this, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed repeatedly.

"At that time, I had a premonition that this incident caused by me was far from over."

"After Gao Laozhuang, I tried many things to verify my guess."

"For example, to prevent those who are destined to become demons from going astray."

“But without exception, the result was failure.”

"Either my evil thoughts suddenly sprouted, or some other demons appeared from nowhere and caused trouble unexpectedly."

"I gradually became disheartened and wanted to retire to the mountains and wait for fate."

"So, I used the method I learned from a great master in Huangfengling to enlighten Shi Linlin."

"From then on, I returned to Mount Futu, built a nest and lived there, not caring about worldly affairs."

"If there are any chores, let Shi Linlin run errands for you."

"Until one day, I had a feeling that you, Holy Monk, were coming..."

"To me, it seems like this has happened many times..."

When Zen Master Wuchao spoke to this point, his voice gradually became weaker.

As Chen Xi listened, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

He quickly looked at Zen Master Wuchao and his expression suddenly darkened.

I saw that Zen Master Wuchao's body was covered with cracks like tree branches, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

When Zen Master Wuchao saw this tragic scene, he just smiled bitterly, as if he had known that this would happen.

"Saint monk, it seems that the great secrets I have revealed are truly extraordinary."

"Now I have fulfilled the agreement with the old Zen master."

"My destiny will end here."

"Holy monk, the next place you will pass is the 800-li Yellow Wind Ridge!"

"Remember, there is no hiding, no escaping!"

"Shilinlin has a close relationship with Huangfeng Ridge. That is where it is destined to be and where the stubborn stone is freed."

"Just let it take you there."

"Master, wait! You!"

When Shi Linlin heard this, her voice trembled a little.

It didn't care about being afraid of Chen Xi and hurried out from behind the bird's nest.

When Chen Xi saw this scene, there were many indescribable feelings in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But in the end, he couldn't say it.

Zen Master Wuchao looked at Shi Linlin and wanted to reach out and touch it.

However, He is now unable to perform such a simple action.

He shook his head and turned to look at Chen Xi.

"Over the years, I have committed many sins because of my actions."

"Now is the time for the holy monk to subdue the demons and monsters."

"Please, holy monk, take action and send me off."

"Let me also have a complete and lasting ending."

Although Chen Xi had expected this, he still felt a little sad when he saw the appearance of Zen Master Wuchao.

He took a deep breath, didn't say much, and just nodded slowly at Master Wuchao.

When Zen Master Wuchao saw this, a smile appeared on his face. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.

Chen Xi started to preach and recite scriptures, and his true words resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

In an instant, golden light and lotus shadows enveloped the entire Futu Mountain.

Shi Linlin stood there blankly, listening to the scriptures and watching the golden flames coming out of Zen Master Wuchao's body.

In a short while, Zen Master Wuchao turned into a sky full of light, which sprinkled on every inch of land in Mount Futu.

Pieces of light fell on Shi Linlin's body.

The next moment, the bones fell off and turned into soil, and the body healed, with no trace of the cracks left.

The sound of scripture recitation slowly ceased.

Chen Xi opened his eyes and sighed.

He then bowed solemnly towards the empty bird's nest.

After a long time, he stood up and looked at Shi Linlin, who seemed a little at a loss.

When Chen Xi saw its appearance, he couldn't help but think of the toad spirit.

That idiot is probably still sleeping, time to go find him...

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