Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 209 One Hundred Years of Solitude
"Fellow Taoist, how much credit do you think the poor monk did?" Master Shen Quan asked with a smile.

"Successful achievements have a long history, and will last forever." Mo Chuan gave a very high evaluation.

"Buddhism and Taoism have been difficult to tolerate since ancient times. If a poor monk can get such an evaluation from fellow Taoists, he will have no regrets in this life!"

Master Shenquan laughed, and then his expression changed, and he asked seriously: "The Taoist friend thinks that such a great achievement, the poor monk asks for a big red sacrifice, will the people of Chengye agree?"

Mo Chuan was taken aback, Dahong Sacrifice, also known as Blood Sacrifice, but Blood Sacrifice is not Dahong Sacrifice, because Dahong Sacrifice is a sacrifice of killing living people.

"It's about the livelihood of millions of people, Cheng Ye has no choice!"

"Yes!"

Master Shen Quan nodded and sighed:

"To be honest, fellow Taoists, the poor monk has never let go of his distracting thoughts since he practiced Buddhism. Occasionally, when he saw a young pilgrim, his heart was shaken. The poor monk was not conceived by earth and rocks, but was also born by his parents. The desires and distractions that ordinary people should have, the poor monk is also inevitable. .”

"In the past, there was no meritorious deeds, and the poor monk was still able to help righteous thoughts. Now that he has taken the position of Shuanglong, the poor monk is really afraid that he will not be able to bear the loneliness for a hundred years. The water treasure bottle cleanses away evil thoughts, discards the common world, and seeks Buddha wholeheartedly."

One way and one monk talked about metaphysics, and then they talked about other things.

Mo Chuan laughed: "Poverty Dao is the patriarch, who dares to blame me? Master, listen carefully..."

Mo Chuan subconsciously said, before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

"In this case, how can the mage persuade the heart?" Mo Chuan asked frankly.

Mo Chuan's heart trembled violently when he heard the words, and he felt an unspeakable air clogging his heart like a boulder, which made him very uncomfortable.

Mo Chuan was silent when he heard the words.

Mo Chuan said: "Then how can you explain the grievances of those who died suddenly because of their poverty?"

Going round and round like this, there is an endless shortage of disciples and grandchildren!

"That's right, the poor monk is not a saint, nor is he heartless. Every time I think about it, my heart is tumbling endlessly! However, the poor monk has a saying, which can be given to fellow Taoists."

Before you know it, the East is white.

Shen Quan shook his head: "All the truths in the world are human words. If you study them carefully, you will find sophistry. It is reasonable for humans to eat meat, and it is a serious crime for demons to eat humans. How can this be explained?"

"Ningmo dies, and lives without singing. The mage is very wise and virtuous, and the poor are admired!"

While Mo Chuan was wandering in his thoughts, he was confused by ghosts and gods.

"One life is one Buddha, no one's life is as cheap as a piece of grass."

Because this really wasn't an unintentional move, Master Shen Quan had already thought of this, but he still resolutely drew water to fill the river.

He finally understood why Master Shenquan jumped into the water purification vase resolutely.

Master Shen Quan was startled, and asked for a while, "Fellow Daoists, aren't you afraid that the Patriarch will blame you for this move?"

"Doesn't the mage have to suffer from this karma every day?"

Master Shenquan is selfish in every word, but he is also selfless in every sentence. His state of mind is so clear that he suddenly understands why he can condense the relics.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know how many dead souls Chengye River will swallow every year?" Shen Quan asked.

"The rivers and lakes are full of pollution, so they are deep; the mountains hide diseases, so they are big. In this world, don't force yourself to be spotless. The Buddha can't do it, and the saints can't do it. Only the teahouse script can do it. Advise the world to judge wisely."

When the lamp is exhausted, a Buddhist heart relic is both a blessing and a bait.

Master Shenquan knew that this technique would make up for the last flaw in his plan, so he quickly listened intently, and after listening, he began to practice without defense, and occasionally he humbly asked for advice when he encountered something he didn't understand.

Master Shenquan said: "If you interpret it in terms of Buddhism, the debt of life and death is repaid by the incense of the previous life. If you interpret it in terms of Taoism, it means that the Dao has no relatives, and the world is selfless."

Mo Chuan fell into a long silence after hearing the words.

"The poor monk's cultivation is all in this Buddha-heart relic. If the poor monk does not move forward after a hundred years, this Buddha-heart relic can help his successor live for a hundred years, and it will go back and forth. A Buddha will be born in the bottle, and the poor monk will be called the first achievement at that time, and he can barely achieve the 'Past Buddha' status."

A thousand cups of wine is less when you meet a bosom friend, but tea is fragrant when you meet a bosom friend.

"Mage please tell me."

"Poverty saves money."

Shen Quan shook his head with a look of self-effacing.

"It's easy for a mage to jump into a well, but have you ever thought about the future?"

"This is the sophistication of the poor Taoist. The master thinks that the matter of the Huitong Temple, the poor Taoist's actions are good or evil?"

The Chengye River will never dry up.

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright.

"Ok?"

"How do you say that?" Mo Chuan wondered.

"Mages also practice metaphysics?"

Mo Chuan was stunned, he really didn't expect this.

This is the desire to bind oneself, and it is also the pioneer of helping the world.

"If the poor monk knows it, he will become a Buddha right away!" Venerable Shen Quan shook his head.

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart when he heard the words, Master Shen Quan is really amazing, dare to say "Buddha is not perfect", isn't it because he is not good enough?Can't see clearly?
"The mage thinks, where is the good destiny of poverty?"

"Poverty has been taught!"

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Since the mage has made great wishes, how can the poor way stay out of it? The poor way has a technique, which is the technique of earth evil and big valley. It can be cultivated to eat qi and give birth to it, so it is given to the mage to never pollute the turbidity of the world."

"The mere words of insanity may not be sophistry. Friends of Taoism should just listen to them, and don't believe them."

"Fellow Taoists flooded the temple with water and flooded tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, but Fenghe swept away the turbid air and implemented the New Deal. This achievement can also be called a sacred act."

"The Buddha is not perfect, and the way is also added. The talent of the poor monk is limited, so how dare he build a car behind closed doors?"

Shen Quan nodded: "I heard a little."

"Fellow Daoists are serious. There is a saying: the three realms lead to meditation and silence, but the hustle and bustle is full of difficulties. This matter is obviously that the poor monk took advantage of the water purification bottle, and it is completely free from the hustle and bustle. How can it be called great wisdom?" De?"

From then on, even if he and his successor had delusional thoughts and were trapped in a dry well, there was nothing they could do.

Master Shenquan smiled slyly, opened his mouth, and spat out a golden relic, emitting a dazzling Buddha light.

"There is a saying in Xuanmen: The Dao has no relatives, but the good is to be with; the world is selfless, and virtue is the pride. The dragon beard cuts down three seedlings, lays down millions of corpses, and the spring bleeds. It is called a sacred act in the world! Again."

The matter went around in a circle, and unknowingly, it came to the eternal problem-the trolley paradox.

A ray of moonlight faintly illuminates the bottom of the well.

Mo Chuan answered every question, coming and going again and again, when Master Shenquan was mastering the technique of bigu, the moon was already hanging high, and the moonlight was like dew.

Mo Chuan frowned: "This is completely sophistry!"

Mo Chuan got up and patted the Taoist cap to show solemnity, and bowed his hands.

"This is an unintentional move by the mage..."

At that time, there will definitely be no shortage of monks whose lifespan is nearing the end of life in Shuanglong Temple. There will be great terror between life and death. Inherited Shenquan's behest.

Immediately, Mo Chuan left through sound transmission using the method of heart language.

"In terms of Buddhism, there are merits and karmic obstacles. In terms of Taoism, Taoist friends bear a lot of good karma, which can be called celestial karma."

"The life of one person must be less important than a hundred people? Ten thousand people?" Mo Chuan asked.

Mo Chuan asked: "Does the mage know the words of the poor to kill and protect life?"

Mo Chuan didn't know how to answer when he heard the words.

"The poor monk drew water to inherit Ye, and there are countless people alive. Do fellow Taoists know that this move will also kill countless people?"

A little novice came to bring steamed buns. Seeing this, Mo Chuan stopped staying, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Master, take care, come back when you have time, and I hope the master will not bother you."

Master Shen Quan smiled and said, "Amitabha, fellow Taoists, it is good that you don't dislike poor monks and pedantry."

Mo Chuan laughed, waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

After the little monk delivered the steamed buns, he also left, and the empty courtyard gradually became quiet, leaving only a hundred years of solitude.

(End of this chapter)