high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 68 The Six Gods of the Buddhist School——Shenzutong

"Is it the Sutra of Freedom of Human Enlightenment?"

babble.

The small wooden door was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged monk in his forties, with an ordinary face and no outstanding features, opened the wooden door and sighed.

He is wearing a monk's robe, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, and his eyes are calm.

"That's it."

The middle-aged monk propped a low stool against half of the door, and walked towards the house on his own.

"It's fine for others to call me divine foot, abbot, you can also learn from them."

"Since the foundation of King Kong Temple was established, you are the first one to cultivate the divine foot power."

The old monk smiled, and when he stepped into the threshold, thick smoke was billowing in front of the stove, flying straight to the sky, so he simply sat on the small stool by the door.

"Guanghui, if you don't like this name, I'll call you Guanghui as usual."

Clairvoyant.

Now seeing ignorance, there is no knowing; there is no achievement, like a shadow in water.Ming also does not move, not attached to the Dharma; if not attached to the Dharma, it is called Mingxiang.Ignorance is like empty space, and all dharmas appear; when it comes to seeing now, it is called predestined enlightenment.

God is mind.Foot, for example, the mind can go everywhere.Communication, that is, communication between thoughts.

For those with supernatural powers, wherever the mind goes, regardless of thousands of miles, it is all a moment of dependent origination, a moment of thought.

As long as the monk in front of him thinks, in just a moment, he can fly from Jiangbei to Jiangnan, travel from Dazheng to Beiwei, and fly from Luzhou to South China Sea.

As long as the mind is strong enough, no matter how vast the world is, it is only a few feet away under his feet.

The Six Gods of Buddhism——

Divine foot power, celestial eye power, other mind power, heaven ear power, fate power, and omission power power.

These six miraculous transformations are far superior to "mind", which can be heard but not spoken.

For thousands of years in King Kong Temple, only one monk, Guanghui, has been able to cultivate the power of divine feet.

Jingang Temple and Beiwei Lanta Temple are divided into the north and south of the Buddhist veins, and they are also called the two Zen sects of the north and the south.

But after Guanghui completed one of the six divine transformations, the Landa Temple was faintly overwhelmed by the Vajra Temple.

Looking at the middle-aged monk who was lighting a fire at the stove, the old monk felt more and more satisfied. He couldn't help stroking his beard and letting out a long laugh.

Who would have thought that a young monk of the "Guang" generation has already attained the cultivation level of a Six Realm Immortal, let alone mastered one of the Six Divine Transformations of Buddhism.

With him around, even the wish to merge the north and the south is not just a wish.

One day, the fate of Buddhism will finally return to Yuan Yi.

At that time, King Kong Temple will be the true ancestral home of Zen Buddhism in the world!

Guanghui turned a deaf ear to the long laughter of the old monk behind him. He put the iron pot on the table, took out the burning firewood one by one, and extinguished them one by one in the ash pit.

When he did this, his eyes were calm, his face was calm, and he could even be regarded as indifferent.

When he opened his mouth to blow out the last trace of stubborn spark, Guang Hui finally straightened up.

"It's a coincidence that the abbot came and just cooked a pot of porridge."

Guanghui took out two small wooden bowls, and poured the rice porridge from the pot into the bowls one by one.

He handed the old monk a bowl, and didn't look for a stool, so he simply sat on the threshold.

The soft and glutinous rice grains are white, crystal clear, exquisite and plump, and the hot air on the face floats out of the small wooden bowl.

Seeing Guanghui who was silently drinking the porridge without saying a word, the old monk couldn't help but comfort him:

"Why do you need to do this? You are not good at arithmetic. Besides, death is like a lamp being extinguished. People live for a lifetime, and the grass and trees fall in autumn. It is reasonable to look forward."

During the tens of days when Wuxian and Wuhui searched for Mrs. Yinshan, Guanghui, who was lying alone on the lonely mountain and looking up at Tianxin, suddenly had a feeling. After he made calculations, he discovered that there was actually a Baishu in Fenyin City.

Not only is he self-taught without a teacher, he has practiced the Chilong Heart Sutra, and what's even more strange is that even his appearance is the same as that of Guanghui's disciple who died young.

Under his instruction, the abbot handed over the mirror of ten hearts to Wuxian, and Guanghui's secret trick was hidden in the mirror of ten hearts.

In the ear, the old monk was still painstakingly thinking, but at this moment, he felt less interested.

"How can I let go."

Guanghui suddenly said: "I created the Red Dragon Heart Sutra together with Wuming, but unexpectedly, he died accidentally in the Red Dragon Tribulation.

As a teacher, but I can't protect my own disciples, and even cost him his life, how can I let go? "

Wuming is Guanghui's great disciple, with extraordinary talents.

When Guanghui was not yet a monk with the feet of God, he followed Guanghui. Later, he also contributed to the Red Dragon Heart Sutra.

It's just that no one expected that the newly created Chilong Heart Sutra was far less complete than it is now, and a hero who hoped to prove the supreme Bodhi would be burned to death on the Chilong Kalpa.

This public case was also suppressed because it was a scandal in the temple.

Hundreds of years have passed, the age is long, and few people know about it.

Even the name of ignorance, up to now, few have heard of it.

The appearance of Bai Shu and Wuming are almost like a mold, neatly engraved, and when Guanghui deduces him with algorithms, he is quite similar to Wuming.

Therefore, the divine foot monk personally moved the Sutra Pavilion into the ten-heart mirror, and left a dark hand on "Pianjingtian Human Body".

If Bai Shu is really the reincarnation of that ignorance, he will undoubtedly choose "Purple and Pure Heaven and Human Body" intuitively among the Mantian Sutras.

The moment he saw "Pianjingtian Human Body", Guanghui's backhand will naturally solve the mystery of Baishu's womb, and make him understand the cause and effect of his past.

At that time, he will re-introduce Baishu to his sect, and continue his master and apprentice status.

Just, I didn't expect...

"It's so similar." Guanghui sighed:

"Even his fate is quite similar to ignorance, why? Why..."

He sighed again and remained silent for a long time.

It's ridiculous, since the Jedi Tiantong, even Buddhist disciples like them have begun to doubt reincarnation.

The world is indeed a world of doomsday.

"I'll go to Fenyin and bring back the Ten Heart Mirror."

Guanghui drank the rice porridge at the bottom of the bowl and stood up straight.

The old monk opened his mouth, but he just remained silent.

The middle-aged monk took a light step, and the person disappeared like a wave of smoke that disperses easily.

At this moment, the small wooden bowl placed on the threshold stopped swaying slowly.

"There are things in the world that are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such."

The old monk took a sip of rice porridge and slowly shook his head.

……

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At this moment, in the city of Fenyin in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wuxian retracted the lotus Dharma Realm, and the three of them opened their eyes together.

"Baishu."

Xie Fanjing stood on tiptoe and shook it vigorously in front of his eyes:

"Why are you closing your eyes?"

close your eyes?

This Dharma Realm is really like an illusion.

He shook his still dizzy head, and was about to explain to the little girl with a smile.

Suddenly, Wuxian and Wuhui in front of him all looked like hell, staring behind him in astonishment.

Even Xie Fanjing turned around slowly, with a confused and curious expression on his face.

"Whoa whoa!"

Wuhui jumped up on the spot, making a clucking sound like a hen laying eggs.

No way... What kind of bloody horror movie plot is this...

Bai Shu's heart turned cold, he trotted a few steps, hid behind Xie Fanjing, and then turned around abruptly.

After he saw the things in front of him clearly, his hairs started to stand up.

(End of this chapter)