Shura Temple

Chapter 366 Vision
Zhou Yi was frightened by this. After all, he has been in the army for so many years and became a professional killer after retiring. It is impossible for him not to be able to control his body, even when he is seriously injured.

Now, for the first time, he felt a sense of panic, and could only watch helplessly as his body kept ringing the bell.

The bell echoed, especially in this pavilion, it seemed to intensify, constantly washing his body.

"Stop, stop quickly, what's wrong with me? Old monk, are you hurting me?" Zhou Yi thought subconsciously, and immediately judged with the worst possibility.

Just when this emotion was about to reach its peak, the old monk suddenly spoke again, saying: "Meditation, inaction, all conditioned methods are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

With a sound, like Huang Zhong Dalu, it sounded in Zhou Yi's ears, Zhou Yi suddenly became quiet, froze for a moment, then nodded in his heart after a moment of silence, it was useless to be anxious, so he had to follow the old monk's words , continue to ring the bell.

In this way, from morning to afternoon, Zhou Yi's body strength was almost exhausted. Even with the help of some internal strength, he still consumed too much.

Now, Zhou Yi knocked the bell with much less power than at the beginning, and the rhythm of the bell also slowed down. Gradually, there was some rhythm, and the bell sound became less turbid and became clearer.

Zhou Yi subconsciously rang the bell, one sound, one sound, another sound, and the ringing of the bell kept ringing, as if it had spanned a thousand years, ringing in Zhou Yi's heart.

Zhou Yi's eyes became brighter and his heart became quieter and quieter. Every time the bell rang, it was accompanied by a thought, which reminded him of various past events from childhood to adulthood.

Like a revolving lantern, but slower than a revolving lantern, it is clearer, and it can also give you some insights from time to time.

Always remember, there will be reverberations.

If you don't stop talking, you will get rid of your knots.

Just like that, Zhou Yi rang the bell again and again, as if devoting himself to it, the old monk suddenly disappeared without knowing when.

Disappeared together with him was Dharma King, and the two had arrived in a side hall.

"Master, Zhou Yi is there alone, okay?" Dharma King asked with concern, thinking of Zhou Yi's state, he felt very uneasy.

"Amitabha, everyone has their own karma, now it's up to you." The old monk said after reciting the Buddha's name.

"Me? What cause and effect do I have?" The Dharma King was stunned and asked in puzzlement.

"Everything in the world has no fear and no sorrow. The doubts in your heart still need to be addressed by yourself." The old monk replied.

Hearing this, the Fawang didn't know much about it, and didn't know how to answer it, so he remained silent and listened quietly to the old monk's words.

"Follow me." The old monk said, and brought the Dharma King to a table with ancient scrolls with blue lanterns, which looked very Zen.

"You sit here, here is a Diamond Sutra, when you can finish copying the Heart Sutra, you can leave." The old monk said.

"Copy the Heart Sutra?" Dharma King frowned, but finally nodded and agreed.

His Holiness sat down directly. On the table was a Heart Sutra, a blank piece of ancient yellow paper, a writing brush, an inkstone, a piece of rosin ink, and a glass of water.

When the Fawang saw it, he naturally understood it, and immediately poured a little water into the inkstone, took the rosin ink, and began to grind it.

When His Majesty felt that the wear was about the same, he took a brush and licked the ink, and began to write.

However, the pen fell to the paper, but not a word could be written on it, which made the king feel a little strange, what's going on?

His Holiness tried several times in a row, but he was still unable to write.

"Master? May I ask what's going on?" the Dharma King asked quickly.

"Your mind is not quiet enough, and your ink is not fine enough. Grind the ink slowly. When you feel better, it's fine." After the mage finished speaking, he left directly.

The Fawang nodded thoughtfully, and continued to grind the ink, little by little, until the ink became finer, and the color of the ink became thicker and darker. I don't know how long it took. Then the Fawang picked up the pen and began to copy the Heart Sutra.

Copying the Heart Sutra, isn't that easy?
The Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, who walks deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees the five aggregates in emptiness and saves all suffering.

For the relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and so is perception and consciousness.

……

The Fawang was copying, and when he was about to continue dipping in the ink, he suddenly found that the part of the words he wrote at the beginning had all disappeared without a trace.

This made the King feel angry, isn't this playing with him?He was not a person who could calm down and do things, but now he was going crazy, so he had to continue to rewrite.

This time, he panicked and wrote a wrong word. Suddenly, the entire scripture disappeared again, and he had to rewrite it.

The Fawang immediately understood that the so-called copying the Heart Sutra was not easy at all, but now, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, so he had to continue copying.

Just like that over and over again.

In the bell pavilion, only Zhou Yi was left to ring the bell until dusk gradually fell, the night was clear, and the bell rang by itself. Everything was so natural and harmonious.

At this moment, Zhou Yi almost forgot about time and space, and went outside to ring the bell alone, constantly thinking about why he came here.

"Is it really for Shurayan, to undo my own curse? Is it because of the entrustment my father gave me?"

"Or is it to solve the puzzle and know the secrets behind QN City, or is it because of what the old monk swore before? It attracted me?"

"Is it because of the weird chanting sound before? Or is it because you want to know the truth about Tianlong Temple, or is it because of the call from somewhere?"

There are too many, too many, there is no answer to everything, everything is like a mystery, people get lost in it, time passes quickly, Zhou Yi rings the bell at a slower and slower speed, as if he needs to think a lot before ringing the next time the bell.

However, it is strange to say that no matter how long the bell in Tianlong Temple rings, the outside world can't hear a single bell, as if it has never appeared.

Until the moon is full and in the middle of the sky, the moonlight is like water.

Zhou Yi rang the bell again. Suddenly, at this time, Zhou Yi seemed to see that the moonlight suddenly turned into a blood moon. Then, a door opened from the blood moon, and suddenly, a powerful force burst out from the blood moon. Swarming out, eroding everything!
In an instant, everything was shrouded in it, becoming mysterious and bloody, as if the whole world was vibrating for it. If someone saw it, they would find that all this did not come from the blood, but from Zhou Yi's body. In the heart, Zhou Yi's eyes welled up.

(End of this chapter)