Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 515 The golden body relic, the death of Xuanzang

On the outskirts of Luoyang, in the evening.

"Grandpa monk, when I was begging today, I heard someone reading a Buddhist scripture, and there was a sentence in it called Ershi World Honored One, when eating. Wearing a robe and holding a bowl, I went to the Great City of Shravasti to beg for food."

The little blind girl was puzzled and said, "Grandpa Monk, the Buddha is so powerful, why do you want to beg?"

In her heart, the Buddha is supremely powerful, how could he beg for food like herself?
This is incredible.

Hui Chan was still lying unable to move, but compared to before, his mental state was much better, and there were many dry straws under his body, which were the 'grass beds' made by the little blind girl for him.

Hearing this, Huichan smiled slightly and said: "This sentence comes from the "Diamond Sutra". When the Buddha walked in the world, he also had to eat, but it is not called begging, but alms. It is also a kind of practice."

"Almsgiving?"

"Yes, my Buddha is merciful. I never beg for fortune from the poor, but only to the rich. If the other party is willing to give me some food, I should be sincerely grateful and chant scriptures to pray for blessings. If I don't give, or humiliate and abuse, the Buddha will not be angry. will go away quietly."

After a pause, Huichan said again: "In fact, there is another sentence in the back, go to the big city of Sravasti to beg for food. In the city, after the second begging, return to the place. After the meal, collect the robe and bowl, wash the feet, and sit on the seat."

The little blind girl turned her head sideways and said, "Grandpa Monk, what does this mean?"

Hui Chan said with a smile: "This sentence means that after the Buddha finished eating, he would clean up the dishes and clothes, fetch water to wash his feet, and tidy up the place where he meditates."

The little blind girl touched her dirty feet and asked doubtfully, "Many people say that the Buddha sat on a lotus platform and flew in the sky. Could it be that his feet are also dirty?"

"That's right, the "Diamond Sutra" says that the Buddha needs to eat, ask for alms, and walk barefoot, and the soles of his feet often step on mud, so he has to wash his feet with water every day."

In the ruined temple, the childish voice of the little blind girl sounded.

"Grandpa monk, I really like this Buddha, it feels like he is right beside me!"

Hui Chan was startled, and did not speak for a long time.

When he was studying Buddhist scriptures, he didn't like the "Diamond Sutra" very much, because the Buddha in the "Diamond Sutra" was too ordinary and unpretentious. On the other hand, in other Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha was always three inches above the ground, with his feet on lotus flowers, and his golden body was shining, which made him feel People yearn for.

However, the "Diamond Sutra" has an extremely important position in Buddhist classics, even the supreme classic of Zen Buddhism!

He once asked the master this question, but the master just laughed and said nothing.

Now hearing the little girl's kindness and liking for Buddha in her words, Huichan suddenly understood the answer to this question.

But unfortunately, he understood a little too late.

"Grandpa monk, why don't you speak, is the wound hurting again?"

"Don't worry, I heard that a very powerful person has come to Luoyang and is distributing the fields of Baima Temple to the poor. When I get the land, I can exchange it for money. Then I will ask the best doctor to give it to the poor. You see a doctor!"

The little blind girl comforted Hui Chan, with a hint of longing in her immature voice.

Obviously she still has eye disease, but she agrees without hesitation to see a doctor for a stranger whom she has only known for a few days.

Hui Chan looked at her, as if seeing a crystal-like flawless mind.

After these days of getting along, he found that the little girl was very kind and tenacious. He just chatted with her and lectured on the scriptures, and she regarded himself as a relative, and even would rather go hungry than share the best meals with her. give him.

When going out, even if she was hit with a bruised nose and a swollen face, she would not cry, but smiled very optimistically and sunnyly.

And her mother, the water ghost, looked at her daughter from afar and followed her quietly, showing distressed expression, but she dared not help her because of her dark energy.

Huichan closed his eyes, and suddenly he realized that he didn't hate Li Daoxuan anymore.

Although Li Daoxuan ruined his own cultivation, his arrival gave the little blind girl a little more light of hope in her dark life.

Maybe...he was right.

Hui Chan didn't notice that when he closed his eyes and meditated, wisps of faint golden light appeared on his dry and pale skin.

Only the water ghost's mother, who was hiding in the corner, seemed to have noticed something, her pale pupils were staring at Hui Chan, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Just as she was about to get close to Huichan, the city of Luoyang suddenly shook, and streaks of blood emerged, covering the whole city, covering the sky and the earth.

The dilapidated small temple was filled with smoke and dust, and the dilapidated Buddha statue swayed, then lost its balance and collapsed.

The little blind girl couldn't see, but she threw herself on Hui Chan immediately, protecting him with her thin back.

boom!
The Buddha statue hit the place where she was sitting just now, and it was smashed into pieces. If she hadn't rushed towards Hui Chan, she might have been smashed into a pulp.

But as the ground continued to shake, the walls cracked one after another, and the entire ruined temple collapsed, and Hui Chan and the little blind girl were about to be buried in it.

The water vapor filled the air and turned into an invisible hand, pulling the two of them out of the Buddhist temple in an instant, avoiding a catastrophe.

The water ghost's mother stood in front of her daughter, standing upright to protect each other, looking up at the figure soaring into the sky from the White Horse Temple, her gaze was very solemn.

The bright moon turned into a blood moon.

Under the blood moon, there is a naked female figure, her long hair is disheveled, and she is as thin as a stick, only her belly is high and protruding, constantly surging.

The woman let out a heart-piercing scream. Her belly had been stretched to the extreme and turned into a thin layer, almost transparent. It could be clearly seen that there was a ghost hand tearing hard inside.

Moro, you have to break out of your belly!

After three breaths, following the woman's mournful cry and tearing sound, two blue-black ghost hands pierced through the belly, parted the flesh and blood, and poked out the head.

Mo Luo, at No. 16 days, chose to be born.

He crawled out of the womb, covered in amniotic fluid and blood.

The woman stretched out her hand to him, with a hint of pleading in her eyes.

Mo Luo's eyes were calm, countless umbilical cords sucked up the last trace of life of 'Mother', and then disconnected automatically, throwing 'Mother''s body like trash.

boom!
The body of 'Buddha Mother' fell from the sky and broke into several pieces on the ground. She has been sucked dry of flesh and blood, and even the bone marrow has not been spared.

Mo Luo squeezed the lotus flower seal with his hands, and the umbilical cord in his stomach automatically fell off and turned into a black lotus flower, hanging at his feet.

Under the blood moon, Moro's eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

After planning for so long, he is finally about to take the most important step!

The next moment, he sat cross-legged and said: "Maitreya is born, King Ming is born. All Buddhas, dragons and elephants return to dust."

His eyes also turned blood red, and an invisible suction force centered on him spread to the entire Luoyang City.

"Offer your flesh and blood to help me become a Buddha. All three realms and ten directions worship Mara!"

As the words fell, painful groans sounded in Luoyang City, and the bodies of many people exploded, turning into blood mist, and then rushed towards Mo Luo in the air.

In an instant, countless beams of blood flew into Mo Luo's body, nourishing his flesh and soul, making his originally stunted body of only one foot tall continue to grow bigger.

boom!
Countless sword qi slashed at the scarlet enchantment, but it only caused more surging ripples and did not break through.

Mo Luo glanced at Li Daoxuan who was still trying outside the formation, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This formation has consumed the savings of the Moro Sect for hundreds of years, even if your Daoxuan Li Daoxuan is ten times stronger, you can't break it in a short time.

And he only needs a stick of incense, and he can feed on the flesh and blood of Luoyang people, quickly make up for the shortfall of being born early, and cultivate into the strongest body of a demon Buddha!

At that time, he will be invincible in heaven and earth!
Mo Luo closed his eyes, completely immersed in the pleasure of rapid growth of power, his hair became longer and longer, his body became taller and taller, gradually from childhood to youth, and from youth to youth...

outside the temple.

The little blind girl covered her ears and let out a painful sound.

Her body slowly swelled, as if it was about to explode, turning into a blood mist, and then becoming the nourishment for the body of the Demon Buddha.

However, at the next moment, she suddenly felt the pressure drop sharply, and even a hint of warmth emerged.

The water ghost's mother gently hugged her daughter, her soul fluctuated constantly, bearing all the pressure for her.

Those soaked hands gently stroked her daughter's hair, as if she wanted to braid her hair.

There is reluctance, nostalgia, and relief and pride in her eyes.

Her daughter is no longer the little girl who liked to hide in her arms and cry. Now she is very strong and optimistic. She can always work hard to overcome difficulties. Even if her nose is bruised and her face is swollen, she never cries. .

Halfway through the braid, it finally came loose weakly.

A soul who was reluctant to reincarnate because he couldn't let go of his daughter, finally disappeared in a confrontation with Moro.

The little blind girl hugged her knees and suddenly cried very sadly.

"Mother..."

When begging, if there are other beggars who want to bully her, those people will always be scared away for no reason.

Whenever she accidentally walked to the river, there would always be a branch hanging on her clothes.

Sometimes she didn't get a meal, and she lay in the temple very hungry. There would always be a fish swimming to the shore by itself, constantly beating the water.

How could I not know you were here?
So even if she stumbled and bumped her head, she never cried, but smiled happily, because she knew that her mother was watching by her side.

Whenever someone talks about Buddhist scriptures, she will stop and listen, because she knows that her mother likes to listen to them, and she loved reading Buddhist scriptures most during her lifetime.

According to Buddhist scriptures, if the dead cannot let go of their loved ones, they will stay in the world for a long time, thus missing the chance of reincarnation and becoming lonely ghosts forever.

She wanted her mother to know that she could live alone and be strong, so that her mother could rest assured to reincarnate.

But she seems to have failed.

The little blind girl wept so sadly that she ran out of her nose until a big warm hand touched the top of her head.

The mellow and gentle Buddha's light flooded into her eyes, and soon cured her eye disease.

After many years, the little girl saw the world again.

Her teary eyes, black and bright pupils, reflected a bald old monk.

He had a gray beard, and the cassock on his body was torn and torn. He stood barefoot on the muddy ground in the yard, and his feet were covered with yellow mud.

But his eyes were very gentle and compassionate.

"I... I can see..."

"Grandpa monk... are you... are you a Buddha?"

Hui Chan said softly: "If you say yes, then yes."

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately, and she begged, "You...can you save my mother?"

Hui Chan was silent for a moment, and when the light in the little girl's eyes gradually dimmed, he said: "Don't worry, your mother has been devoutly worshiping the Buddha, she has been reincarnated, and in the next life she will be rich and rich, and live a long life."

"It's all thanks to you, who made her let go of her obsession."

The little girl suddenly showed a very happy smile.

Seeing her smile, Hui Chan couldn't help laughing too.

Monks don't tell lies, but this time, he relapsed willingly.

"Live well."

Hui Chan gently touched her dirty hair, and then three golden needles flew out from his eyebrows, Shanzhong, and Dantian, and shot into the nearby trees.

There are Taoist runes painted on it, as well as the immobilization spell of Longhu Mountain.

The bright Buddha's light shot up into the sky, forming a vague figure with compassionate eyes and a handsome face, pinching the Buddha's seal in his hand, and smiling at Hui Chan.

"Amitabha, thank you Holy Monk!"

Hui Chan clasped his hands together and bowed to the figure.

That was the remnant of the eminent monk Kumarajiva.

It was only when Hui Chan was fully enlightened that he was truly recognized by Kumarajiva, inherited all the power of the relic, and at the same time forced out the golden needle and restored his cultivation.

Huichan raised his head and looked at the figure like a Buddha and a demon under the blood moon. Mo Luo had turned into a young man, with immeasurable Buddha light circulating on his body, and there were even visions of Bodhi and golden lotus in the sky.

If it was in the past, Hui Chan would have worshiped devoutly and welcomed the Buddha to come into the world, but now...

He glanced at the little girl one last time, and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of me these days, it's time for me to take care of other people."

He raised his steps slightly, and lotus flowers grew out of his bare feet covered in mud, and he went towards the cloud.

Step by step lotus!

Every step he took, the golden light on his body became brighter, and after ten steps, he was already a golden body, shining like a bright sun, shining in all directions.

The Sanskrit sound sounds, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

Those ordinary people who were about to explode to death calmed down one after another and got a chance to breathe.

……

Moro opened his eyes suddenly!
"Little monk, you want to stop me?"

Mo Luo looked at the little monk who was holding the umbrella handle and trying to maintain his balance, showing a complex look.

Although he has completely suppressed San Le's soul and gained absolute control over his body, he will inevitably be affected by another soul.

For example, when he saw this little monk, emotions such as love, joy, and closeness would subconsciously arise in his heart.

That was Sanle's emotions brewing in his heart.

Xuanzang firmly held the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and Xiao Tang's soul was possessed in the umbrella, so that he could fly up with him and arrive in front of Mo Luo.

"Master, I know you can hear me, cheer up!"

Xuanzang said with a choked voice, "Many people have died below, including many old people and children. Master, although you are usually careless, I know that the worst thing you can see is lifelong suffering."

"It's said that you are greedy for money, but in Yuzhang City, more than half of the money we earned from performing boulder-crushing performances, you quietly put at the door of the Salesian Bureau."

"And you go to Grandma Zhang's in the south of the city every day and buy me three mustard pancakes that are so salty, because only in this way will the stubborn Grandma Zhang be willing to take money."

"There is also a medical center. The herbs you pick are all sold at low prices. The doctor thinks you don't understand, but you don't. You just want more patients to take the medicine, and—"

Whoosh!
A blood light flashed, piercing Xuanzang's heart, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"Xuanzang!!!"

A heartbroken cry sounded from the oil-paper umbrella.

Xuanzang kept coughing up blood, his eyes gradually lost sight, his hand holding the oil-paper umbrella slowly let go, and his body fell to the ground.

No matter how intelligent he is, he is just a mortal without mana.

"Master...Father..."

The sound faded away, dissipated in the wind.

Mo Luo sighed softly, his eyes darkened, and said: "So this is the taste of sadness."

"Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are indeed the poison of immortals, and the turbid bones of gods and Buddhas."

He wiped away the tears from his right eye, and said lightly: "San Le, you should thank me for breaking this disgusting master-student relationship for you."

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(End of this chapter)