What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 471 Amitabha

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Ji drove the car he bought and appeared at the school gate of his alma mater, Tan Cheng No. [-] Middle School.

To be honest, Tancheng No. [-] Middle School is just a very ordinary high school in Tancheng City.

The faculty is average, the source of students is average, and the quality of teaching is naturally very average.

The various infrastructures are of course not much better.

Xu Ji remembers that when he went to school here, every winter, when he sat in the classroom, he would stamp his feet with the cold.

The bed in the dormitory is just an iron frame with a wooden board on it.

The water in the tap always smells like rust.

The students didn't dare to drink at all, and they didn't even dare to wash the dishes.

In the cafeteria, the rice is never half-cooked, and the meat dishes are never too salty or too bland.

The conditions at home are good, and I never eat in the cafeteria.

Instead, go to the restaurant opened by the canteen owner to order food.

Xu Ji is one of them.

Under such conditions, Tancheng No. [-] Middle School certainly cannot attract any outstanding teachers and outstanding students.

The enrollment rate is naturally appalling.

Every year, the number of people enrolled in one book has never exceeded [-].

As for prestigious schools?

If one can be produced a year, it is already a high incense.

A scumbag like Xu Ji who has been admitted to the third school is the main theme of the students of the third middle school.

In the parking lot, park your car.

Xu Ji looked up at the familiar school gate, and smiled slightly: "It still hasn't changed!"

The school gate is still rusty, and even the uncle guard in the security room is still the familiar figure, just a little older.

But the school gate has already pulled up a banner.

"Warmly welcome Mr. Xu Ji, a well-known alumnus of our school, back to school!"

Xu Ji looked at it and smiled, feeling a little happy in his heart.

"Sure enough!" he thought in his heart, "I'm still a mortal!"

Wealth and honor do not return home, walking at night like clothes!
Even now, even Xu Ji is not immune.

Installing X is a common need of human beings.

Just like basic needs like respect and respect.

He strode up, reached the school gate, and knocked on the window of the guard room: "Uncle Lin, long time no see!" Xu Ji smiled, showing his white and neat teeth.

The old guard with frosty temples raised his head, looked at Xu Ji, and rubbed his eyes carefully.

The young man in front of him is clean, sunny and warm.

Looking at him, the old guard inexplicably thought of the morning sun.

Full of vigor and radiance.

"You are?" he wondered.

"I'm Xu Ji!" Xu Ji smiled and said, "Uncle Lin forgot? Back then, when I skipped class, you caught me!"

The old guard immediately got up and wiped his hands.

The boy who skipped class in his memory overlapped with the shadow of the young man in front of him who seemed to be bathed in sunshine like the sun of spring.

"Xu Ji..."

"President Xu...No...No..."

"Leader Xu!" The old guard was a little excited.

Something big happened in No. [-] Middle School. In the past ten days, the whole school was bombed.

People from the Education Bureau, the district, the city, and even the province came to No. [-] Middle School for research.

Inside and outside the words, a student who graduated from No. [-] Middle School was mentioned.

Xu Ji.

As a result, the boy who had been forgotten by many people returned to people's attention.

The memory about him has also been continuously strengthened and beautified by the care and inquiry of wave after wave of visitors.

skip class?

How can it be called skipping class?

Obviously during the school period, actively participate in social activities independently, not sticking to textbooks, jumping out of textbooks!
Poor academic performance?
How can the grades of outstanding alumni be said to be poor?
No one would be foolish enough to investigate such a thing.

Instead, it is constantly looking for various shining points.

What politeness, good communication, generosity...

In short, the god-making movement started quietly in No. [-] Middle School.

Up to the principal, down to the doorman, the aunt who cooks in the cafeteria, they are all consciously participating in it, and constantly self-expanding the content.

This is of course because of the benefits!
Xu Ji's former homeroom teacher, within a few days, was rocket-like promoted to the teaching director, and he was still registered with the city bureau.

The teachers, without exception, have been promoted.

Even those who have only been substituting for the class have solved the preparation!

In the face of real and tangible benefits, the entire No. [-] Middle School can only wish to praise this 'famous alumnus'.

What's more, this 'well-known alumnus' is still a boy of good fortune!

One donation is a small goal!

The financial allocation of the top three middle schools for several years!
Of course the old guard was excited.

"Great Leader, welcome! Welcome home!" He immediately opened the door and picked up the phone at the same time: "Principal Wang, Leader Xu is back!"

Immediately, the entire No. [-] Middle School erupted.

……

Master Tongtian returned to Biyou Palace.

A golden lotus bloomed from the surface of Biyou Palace, and a phantom figure of Buddha sat on the golden lotus.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​The Buddha spoke with a lotus flower in his mouth, bowed his head and bowed: "The poor monk has seen a fellow Taoist!"

Seeing this, Master Tongtian laughed, returned a salute, and said, "Compassionate! Compassionate! Amitabha Buddha is not sitting in the central mother-in-law world, why did he come to the poor Taoist temple?"

The one who came was the Buddhist body cut out by the leader of the Western religion to lead the Taoist, and it was also the body of cause and effect that gathered the great wish of leading the sage to prove the Tao: Amitabha!
And it is the real body of Amitabha Buddha!

That phantom is not a phantom, but an entity!

This is the result of the ambition of the Western sages.

The grand vows made by Taoists in the past to prove the Tao, if they are not fulfilled, Amitabha Buddha will not be true for a day.

The body of a sage is flawed every day, and will eventually be flawed.

Therefore, it is reasonable for Western religion to be regarded as a "side door" by Taoism.

A sage, practiced Hunyuan, self-generated yin and yang, true and true, opened up the void, entrusted the Tao and fruit, self-performed the five-element cycle, and self-generated the universe and gossip.

But the saints of the West are not like this.

Just like the Amitabha Buddha in front of you.

He is not real!

Just delusional!

As long as his ambition has not been fulfilled.

Then, this Amitabha will always be the Amitabha in the mouths of Buddhist disciples, the Buddha in the scriptures.

He just appeared in the Three Realms, and he couldn't even set foot in the Three Realms.

Fake is fake.

Never step into reality.

Because, when truth and falsehood coexist, then there must always be one that disappears!
Therefore, the four sages of the Taoist sect have actually thought of a possibility in private - if they can design it, they can lure the Buddhist incarnations of the two sages of the West to step into the Three Realms.

So, does it mean that saints can be besieged?

And let the two saints of the West completely fall to the holy position, even to the point of ashes?
Of course, this is just an idea, a possibility.

No one has ever tried, and no one ever will.

A saint who is driven to a desperate situation, if he wants to die, even if he snaps his fingers, he will be ashes, but at this moment, he can still shake the Three Realms.

Saints would never consider and imagine the option of cornering another saint.

The gain outweighs the loss, and it is too dangerous.

Amitabha put his palms together and sighed: "If the poor monk doesn't come in person, how can he show his sincerity?"

After saying that, Amitabha raised his head and looked directly at Master Tongtian: "Don't hide it from fellow daoists, this poor monk is here to resolve past karma with fellow daoists!"

"In the past, when the gods were conferred for a catastrophe, fellow Taoists were unfortunately robbed, and the poor monk and junior brother Zhunti, although they offended, it was God's will!"

"Over the years, under the disciples of Taoist friends, in the poor monk's west, although they don't say they treat them like children, they treat them like guests, but they have never lacked courtesy!"

"Under the sect of the Taoist friends, there is no one in the west who has not broken so far, which is a clear proof!"

Master Tongtian laughed loudly: "Amitabha, worthy of being Amitabha!"

"As expected of the Lord of the Central Whirling World, the incarnation of the Western leader!"

Amitabha bowed his head, and endless Buddha light flowed, just said: "The sage is not benevolent, and treats all living beings as humble dogs!"

Of course he understands the meaning behind the words of the Master Tongtian.

But he doesn't care.

In the past, Western religions traveled from south to Buzhou and east to Shenzhou, begging for countless fairy mountains and spiritual veins.

He also kidnapped a large number of casual cultivators and intercepted disciples.

There are so many dirty things in it that it is hard to say.

However, a saint is different from others.

As he said - the sage is not benevolent, and treats all living beings as humble dogs!

As long as the sage needs and wants.

All living beings in the Three Realms, from quasi-sages and emperors of the heavens, down to mortals and ordinary people, birds and beasts, are all humble dogs.

All are false.

All are made of clay, made of grass and trees, and decorated with gold and stone.

The difference is nothing but refinement and roughness.

Immortals, Buddhas and gods also look at mortals in this way.

One day in the sky, one year on earth.

A dream of a fairy Buddha, the world has already changed.

All kinds of things in the past disappeared, and all kinds of things now will cease to exist sooner or later.

Therefore, the immortal Buddha does not care about ordinary people.

In the eyes of saints, whether it is immortal Buddha or ordinary people, they are all the same.

Equal, fragile, difficult to survive.

No matter how exquisitely decorated a dog is, it will decay with time.

In the end, they are no different from mortals, decaying together, and disappearing together.

In the past, there were three thousand Zixiao guests.

Today, it is less than a hundred.

In the past, the Xiahou clan was like the sun in the sky, above the temples, quasi-sages were ministers, and among the temples, golden immortals were ministers.

Now, it's all gone in the wind and rain.

this is the truth.

The reality of time, the reality of the Three Realms.

It is also the view of heaven and earth in the eyes of a sage.

Master Tongtian laughed even louder. He looked at Amitabha Buddha: "Fellow Daoist is merciful, if this is the case, then I will send all of my fellow Daoist disciples into catastrophe..."

"I don't know if you can still be the same as now?"

Amitabha Buddha sighed: "If the poor monk's disciples are full of evil obstacles, the cause and effect are deep, and God's will is destined to meet the catastrophe, the poor monk has nothing to say!"

"Besides..."

Amitabha persuaded with earnestness and earnestness: "When will the injustice be repaid?"

"Fellow Daoists, please don't forget about the past petty grievances!"

"Fellow Daoists should make long-term plans, and consider Daoism!"

Master Tongtian held the Qingping sword, and smiled even more wantonly.

As the saying goes: different ways do not seek each other.

The avenue is to the left, and the orthodox philosophy is completely different from the north.

There is nothing to talk about.

The way of the West, emptiness and disillusionment.

Treat emotion as a burden, and take mundaneness as a daunting path.

It is the same for Western practitioners, those monks who have not even attained Arhat status.

He didn't want to talk too much with Amitabha.

It's useless to say it!
But, if he doesn't say it, his thoughts are not clear!

He said: "Fellow Taoist has a sharp mouth, and he talks about the past so lightly!"

"It's hard to agree with the poor!"

"Fellow Taoists regard him as a dog, but the poor Taoist regards him as real!"

"What's going on with fellow daoists, the poor don't care!"

"But each of the disciples of the poor Taoist sect is a real person with flesh and blood!"

"Let's not mention it, even in terms of a fellow Taoist..."

Master Tongtian caressed the scabbard of the Qingping sword lightly, a golden wheel bloomed behind his head, and the Zhuxian array was covered above his head, emitting thousands of sword lights, and he was full of murderous aura: "Then what is wrong with the turtle spirit under the poor Taoist sect?"

"Turtle spirit, the vitality is not exhausted, and the merits are not fading..."

"Even as a fellow daoist, she definitely shouldn't die! She shouldn't have ended up in such a mess!"

"Why, the turtle spirit was captured by a fellow Taoist, but ended up in ashes?"

Amitabha prayed with palms together, knowing that there was no way around this case.

Back then, after the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, the Holy Mother of Guiling, a disciple of Jiejiao, fell into his hands, and he ordered Bailian Boy to be included in the Lingbao.

The original intention was to bring it back to the West, and save the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, as a Bodhisattva taught by the West.

In this way, the merits and luck of the human race will be shared, and the future Western religion will be settled and deployed.

Unexpectedly, he was killed by Taoist Mosquito bred by the sea of ​​blood, and the flesh and blood, merits, and cultivation of the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit were all sucked clean by Taoist Mosquito.

Even the soul and true spirit were shattered!
What's more terrible is that Taoist Mosquito took advantage of the chaos to escape into the Western Pure Land Merit Pool, and sucked away the third rank of the golden lotus of the twelve ranks of merit contained in it!

As a result, the innate treasure has flaws from now on, and it can no longer be perfected!

The receiving saint almost vomited blood!

The Taoist Mosquito has since disappeared without a trace.

For thousands of years, he has guided the sage to the Nine Nether Blood Sea many times, and even tried to find out the whereabouts of Taoist Mosquito from Styx's mouth.

However, nothing was found.

Although Styx was blocked in his lair of the sea of ​​blood, as long as the sea of ​​blood did not dry up, he would be immortal.

Not to mention pressing questions, even if you want to restrict it, it is very troublesome!

The size, breadth, and depth of the sea of ​​blood are far beyond imagination.

There are three thousand bones and dirty blood of the Chaos Demon God, boiling, rolling, and interfering in it.

Even if you guide the saints and Zhunti saints and suppress and operate in the blood sea for countless years, it is still difficult to grasp everything about the blood sea.

Now, facing the questioning of the leader of Tongtian.

Amitabha Buddha had no choice but to worship: "Friends of the Tao, if you are wronged, you have a leader and a debtor, and those who harm your friends and lovers are Taoists who are evil mosquitoes in a sea of ​​blood!"

"The poor monk is also following this beast, but it's hard to know where it is!"

"Exhausting the sea of ​​blood, I can't find its shadow!"

For Western religions, arresting Mosquito Taoists is the most important thing after opening up the Whirling World and the Eighteen Hells.

After all, the golden lotus with twelve ranks of merit lost three ranks!
If it can't be retrieved, that congenital treasure, something that the Western religion suppresses luck, can never be consummated.

"The poor monk can only promise to fellow Taoists that if he finds Daoist Mosquito, he will tell his friends as soon as possible!"

"also……"

Amitabha Buddha said: "In addition to the Taoist priest Mosquito, in the past, Bai Lian, a boy in front of the poor monk's seat, was also responsible for dereliction of duty, negligence, and ineffectiveness..."

"If Fellow Daoist blames the crime, the poor monk can order Bailian boy to be robbed!"

Master Tongtian's face became serious.

A boy is the face of a saint!

He is also the most confidant person beside the saint.

According to the general unspoken rules, no matter what, the boy next to the saint will not be robbed, and nothing will happen.

No one would dare to make any crooked ideas about the boy/mount around the saint.

Now, Amitabha Buddha said, can the white lotus be robbed?
The leader of the Tongtian Church has to guard against it, there is a fraud in it!

There is even calculation.

When did Western religions become so easy to talk about?
How could Jieyin and Zhunti be such generous people?

(End of this chapter)