What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 366 Heart Demon?

Master Lingbao was panting in a low voice.

On the paper in front of him, words came into view one by one.

He wrote it!
but……

"Why am I writing these things?" he asked himself.

The memory just now was recalled in the primordial spirit.

He who picked up the pen seemed to be caught in some kind of impulse.

The urge to talk!
"Heart Demon!" Master Lingbao's pupils suddenly locked.

but……

An empty shell, where does the demon come from?

Qinglian treasure color flag?

Lingbao also has demons?
Master Lingbao is not sure, because he is just an empty shell created by a thought.

A saint with supernatural powers, a chess piece selected from a dream.

It's just a dreamer!

Dreamer, how do you know so much?
People in dreams only know things in dreams.

Therefore, he is completely ignorant of the secrets of the saint.

Therefore, Master Lingbao became frightened.

Devil...

The innate fear is entwined in the heart of Dao.

He is not afraid of death, not afraid of being scattered, because he is just a dreamer, a dream.

Death is not a punishment, or even a reward.

It's even more insignificant to lose your soul!
He can return to the dream world and return to the body.

In the dream of Eternal Death of Being, he is immortal.

However, the heart demon is different.

Once the inner demon is born and cannot be killed in time, everything will inevitably fall into the abyss.

Just like those demon Buddhas and evil Bodhisattvas who fell into the sea of ​​blood and sank into the depths of the Nine Nethers.

Thinking of this, Master Lingbao immediately sat down cross-legged.

Sanskrit singing line by line, read out line by line from his mouth.

Let his Dao heart be at peace for a moment.

But soon, Master Lingbao discovered that if he stopped chanting, then, in his soul, the desire to talk would gain the upper hand.

And in this silent treasure that is isolated from the Three Realms.

The only thing he can do is to pick up a pen and write down his life on paper.

Anything goes!
But he had to write, and it would be very uncomfortable not to write.

Moreover, the desire to confide will become stronger and stronger as I write.

In the beginning, he could write whatever he wanted.

However, after a few days, he discovered that he had to write something real and valuable.

"It really is a demon!"

Heart demon!

The enemy of all ascetics!

But Taoist monks only need to face the questioning of their own demons and Dao heart in the catastrophe.

But under the Western sect, the inner demons are always with him like a shadow.

Legend has it that even saints were born with demons.

This is a special reason for Western orthodoxy.

The western avenue regards lust as a scourge, and regards greed, hatred and ignorance as the enemy of the avenue.

Only those who can break through the world of mortals and let go of their obsessions can prove Bodhi.

As an empty shell, Master Lingbao immediately fell into real despair.

Because he knows that this demon, no matter whether he kills it or not, it is a desperate situation.

The ontology will not allow any thoughts that may be attacked by the demons to pollute the dream of extinction and the flawless Buddha heart.

Therefore, it starts from the moment the inner demon is born from his primordial spirit.

He will never return to the dreamland.

So, since his birth, he has never been so flustered as he is now.

……

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
The sound of the wooden fish reverberated in the temple and struck people's hearts.

The monk under the cassock was trembling, staring at the golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of him.

"Excellent! Excellent!" The monk lowered his eyebrows and recited: "My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings!"

However, there was a voice in the ear, whispering: "Really?"

"My Buddha is really merciful?"

"Then why, since the beginning of this year, in the middle of Nanming Kingdom, there are thousands of miles of red land, and the common people are struggling to make ends meet, changing their sons to eat, but my Buddha has turned a blind eye? Instead, the presiding officers of various temples are urging 'Buddha incense' one after another?!"

"Did you see it yesterday?"

"The family of four kneeling outside the temple..."

"They knelt and died outside the bodhisattva's dojo, but the bodhisattva didn't have any mercy on them until they died?!"

The monk became hideous in front of him.

The death conditions of the four corpses that I saw with my own eyes at the gate of the temple yesterday emerged in front of my eyes.

Man, woman, child, girl.

A family of four huddled together.

Those two children had big eyes and yellow hair like withered weeds, and their bodies were bent like dry wood.

They are starving.

Starved to death before the Bodhisattva Dojo, starved to death before the temple with the peak of incense and millions of stones.

And the Bodhisattva looked at it like this.

The monks in the temple watched like this.

The golden body of Bodhisattva, King Kong and Arhats in the temple also looked at it like this.

No one is moved, no one is emotional.

"Shut up!" The monk's face turned serious: "My Buddha is merciful, how can we allow blasphemy?"

"Karma and karma are endless, maybe the family of four committed crimes in the previous life, and they will just pay back in this life!"

"Hahaha!" The whisper in the ear burst into laughter.

"Remember a year ago?"

"Master of the Southern Ming Kingdom, come to this Puxian Temple to fulfill your vow..."

"Three thousand warriors opened the way, six thousand Buddhist slaves paid tribute..."

"Everyone holds fragrant copper in their hands, and everyone pays tribute to silk!"

"Why did he come to fulfill his wish?!"

The voice asked, "Do you remember?!"

"You remember!"

The monk's expression gradually froze.

Of course he remembered, of course he remembered.

The king of Nanming Kingdom came to Nanming Puxian Temple to fulfill his vow a year ago, because before that, the people of Nanming Kingdom could not bear the oppression and rose up.

The rebel army quickly swept across the country.

Then, at Nanming Puxian Temple, three thousand Buddhist soldiers went out to fight.

Kill one hundred thousand rebels!

"Look..."

"You remember!"

"Yeah, you remember!"

The voice said in the ear: "Original wish, you remember!"

The monk named Benyuan bowed his head.

But the scene in front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The corpses of countless insurgents covered the hills and blocked the rivers.

They fought to the last breath.

When the Buddhist soldiers came to their central tent.

Every Buddhist soldier fell into the deepest terror.

Because in the big tent, the man who commanded the rebel army, attacked the city, destroyed the temple and burned the city, was wearing cassock and holding a Buddhist staff, but he didn't have any Dharma practice, he was just an ordinary monk.

But such a person almost overturned the entire Nanming!
He calmly and calmly looked at the Buddhist soldiers who came.

"The Buddha said that all living beings are equal!"

"Why is the Buddha not among all living beings?! Not among the five elements?"

"Could it be that the Buddha is more noble than us?!"

"If this is the case, how can there be equality?!"

White robes and cassocks, their blood is black and yellow.

The holy monk looked benevolently at the monks holding blades.

He smiled like an enlightened enlightened being.

"Buddha said that good and evil will be rewarded in the end..."

"Then why, what I have seen with my eyes, and I know with my own eyes, is that the wicked live above the temple, and the presiders of the temple are all well-clothed and well-fed?"

"However, all living beings and people live in hell. Even if they pray all day long and devote themselves to worshiping the Buddha, they will inevitably have no clothes and no food. The whole village will starve to death?!"

……

"Buddha said neither greed nor ignorance..."

"Then why do you want the incense of the audience? Even let all the living beings and the people use everything in their lives to worship?!"

……

"Life after life, I have knelt in front of the Buddha...but I didn't see Lingshan, nor did I see Buddha!"

"I see that all living beings are suffering, but the Buddha has no eyes, and the Bodhisattva has no heart!"

"If so..."

"Then what use is this Buddha to me?"

"What does this Dharma have to do with me?!"

boom!
A giant palm descended from the sky and beat the monk under the cassock into a pulp.

Those who slander the Buddha will forever fall into the endless sea of ​​suffering!

but……

Before all the Buddhist soldiers, the main vow of the Arhat Hall of Nanming Puxian Temple, but at that moment, he couldn't help lowering his head and sighed: "Amitabha!"

It was the same sigh.

There was an extra voice in his ear.

There was no reason, and no trace of sound could be found.

Until today, Ben Yuan didn't know that it was his heartfelt voice.

It's also his demon!

"Shut up!" Mu Yu's voice became confused.

The expression of the original wish has become extremely complicated.

"How do you know my Buddha's great vow, and how do you know true compassion?!"

"Really?" The voice, whispering, chuckled: "Really?!"

Ben Yuan took a deep breath, and then looked at the golden body of Bodhisattva in front of him.

The Bodhisattva is merciful, with a solemn face and a sacred golden body.

But I don't know why, but I only want to take the wooden fish in my hand and smash the golden body of Bodhisattva!

What I don't know is that in Hezhou, Xiniu at this moment, there are more than ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, among hundreds of temples and countries.

There is more than one person like him.

He is by no means alone.

……

In the depths of the Nine Nether Blood Sea.

The sage Zhunti sitting here suddenly opened his eyes.

Solemn and solemn Buddha heads grew out of him.

Dharma eyes shine in all directions.

A few days ago, Yu Yu Tianwai's battle reappeared before the saint's eyes.

The five aggregates are always suffering and falling towards Yu Yutian, and the doubts and obsessions of all beings pour in one after another.

But the Lingbao Tianzun was not affected at all.

A ring appears from beneath the feet.

Countless patterns spewed out from all directions.

The sage Zhunti bowed his head and sighed: "Mercy! Mercy!"

"Why do I often think back to that day's battle?"

"What went wrong?!"

It's a pity that although the sage sees the nether world, he knows everything.

However, it is not easy to listen to the thoughts of all living beings in the world.

Moreover, sages have had hundreds of millions of sons, so those who have deep obsessions and hard to clear karma often fall into demons, collapse themselves, and degenerate into demons.

How could the saints track down one by one?

Therefore, even though I am quasi-mentioning the saint, I feel uneasy.

But he still doesn't know, where is the problem?

Can only guess.

"On that day, Yuyu Tianwai, my incarnation fought against Lingbao Tianzun for a short time..."

"I vaguely sensed that the Nuwa sage in the Taisu Heaven and the Taiqing sage in the Tushitian Heaven were waiting for an opportunity..."

"Could this be the source of the anxiety?"

The sage Zhunti thought about it, and couldn't help turning his eyes to Tushitian, Yuyutian and Taisutian.

And the core of these three days.

That Biyou Palace, Bajing Palace, and Wohuang Palace.

But I saw auspicious clouds rising from Biyou Palace.

The gold and silver boy in front of Laojun's seat and the green bull with horns wobbled up.

Those two boys are holding spirit treasures in their hands!

Purple Electric Hammer, Wishful Bag!

Zhunti Shengren's pupils suddenly locked!

"I see!"

"Sure enough!"

Renjiao and Jiejiao have indeed teamed up.

The boy can take the other party's Lingbao back to play!
This is like a family!
(End of this chapter)