Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 107 Qinglan Temple (joint chapter, please subscribe)

In the past, there was a dynasty called Daxia. The Emperor of Xia ruled over nine states and ten lands. The whole world was filled with royal lands, and those who led the lands were none other than the royal ministers.At this time, in the glorious Jiuzhou, the Immortal Way was prosperous, and the Shinto was prosperous. In the name of the Emperor of Heaven, the Emperor of Xia conferred the title of Jiuzhou God to separate himself from the Immortal Way and protect the human world.

At that time, there was no such thing as a demon-suppressing division. Martial arts were low-level and were just ways for people to protect themselves.

Daxia enjoyed national prosperity for thousands of years, and then gradually fell apart. Without the support of the imperial court, Shinto gradually weakened, until 5000 years ago, Shinto finally sank.There are even many rising sects who have never even heard of the glory of Shinto.

Of course, these are records in ancient books and are not considered secrets to the Jin royal family.

The Record of the Gods is only owned by one government, and there is also the Book of Gods on it. He heard that holding the Book of Gods can grant the whole country the title of god. It would be great if he could find the Book of Gods. This idea flashed in his mind. Gone in a flash.

However, he didn't take it seriously. No one had found it in 5000 years, so it was impossible for him to find it.

However, the position of the God of Yuhua Mansion is enough for now. At least with the power of Shinto, I should be able to reach the next level.

The Record of the Gods swayed in it, and then slowly poured into the body.

Putting the Record of the Gods away, he smiled and said, "Chongjie."

"The king of the county!"

"In the future, you will be called Shenjun. The name of the county king is not in Shendu, so don't call him any more."

"Yes, Lord God."

"I want you to do something."

"Please give me a clear explanation from the Lord God."

Li Chengan looked at the haze in the sky leisurely. The Record of the Gods was just an opportunity. Whether he could absorb this opportunity depended on his methods. Sun Yiming couldn't do it. That was because his status was too low and his strength was slightly weak. He had neither strength nor status. There is only one person left to implement it.

Compared with the government office, he is still more willing to leave the matter to the Demon Suppression Division. After all, warriors can handle things better than ordinary people.

At the same time, the emergence of the Shinto in Yuhua Mansion proves that there is no need for the existence of the Demon Suppression Division, or it may be better to change the form.

"I want your warriors from the Demon Suppression Department to spread out across the Yuhua Mansion, build temples, and gather incense. Of course, I will confer upon them the status of gods."

Situ Chongjie was silent for a long time, and finally nodded firmly: "Please rest assured, Lord God, Situ Chongjie will definitely live up to the Lord God's trust."

The Demon Suppression Department is directly under the emperor, and Li Chengan's behavior is tantamount to taking over the Demon Suppression Department. In a larger sense, this is the so-called rebellion. If it is discovered, there will be a bloody storm.

However, he has no second choice at the moment. If he disobeys Li Chengan in front of him, the consequences will not be much better.

Therefore, it is better to just go with the flow and go with the flow.

"Well, I believe you."

Above the Zifu Realm is the Transformation God. There are only a few high-level Transformation Gods in the entire Jin Dynasty. If he can break through the Transformation God, from now on, he will be the uncrowned king of the Great Jin.
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Qinglan Temple,
The mountain temple is hidden in the clouds, with more than ten Zen rooms arranged in an orderly manner, with smoke rising from the cooking pots, creating an out-of-this-world scene.

Several monks walked up the mountain steps and climbed up the mountain leisurely.

"Little master has counted the mansions every week, really has great perseverance." The old man said kindly.

Pudu said humbly: "Master is so complimentary. The young monk just took two more steps to see the human world."

The old monk sighed: "Haha, little master, you don't have to belittle yourself. I can't find anyone with such a Buddhist heart in Qinglan Temple, except in other places."

People are always full of inertia. After living in a corner for a long time, the monks in the monastery will no longer have the desire to study. This is a fact, and it is not easy for Pudu to do this.

During a conversation, Pudu had a brief understanding of Yuhua Mansion. The only major Buddhist temples in Yuhua Mansion are Qinglan Temple and Prajna Temple. Qinglan Temple has lived in Qinglan Mountain for hundreds of years, while Prajna Temple is located in Qinglan Mountain. Not far outside Yuhua Mansion, it is similar to Tianluo Temple.

As for Qinghong Sword Sect and Wanzhang Mountain, Qinghong Sword Sect is a sect that enters the world and practices through enlightenment of the sword heart, while Wanzhang Mountain is a hidden sect. If the Shinto suddenly appeared in Yuhua Mansion, I am afraid that Wanzhang Mountain would not have opened its gate. .

As for some small sects, let’s not mention them.

Pudu turned his head again and asked: "I wonder how many scriptures are in Qinglan Temple?"

"I don't have many scriptures in Qinglan Temple, and there are only a few thousand volumes. After all, we are Buddhists, but we are also monks." Hearing Pudu mentioning the scriptures, the old monk shook his head slightly: "However, in the Prajna Temple There are quite a few books in the collection, if you have free time, the young master can take a look at them in the future."

Prajna-yuan?

Pudu frowned and thought of the old monk who wanted ten gods at a time. It is almost useless for Buddhism to ask for gods. Although it can improve the cultivation level, but it is not good for the state of mind if it is contaminated with the world. I just don't know what that senior thinks.

"Thank you senior for letting me know."

"You are Welcome."

The two were laughing and chatting, and a figure behind them looked at the two of them with complex expressions in their eyes, with envy, jealousy, and greed intertwined, but then he lowered his head. If he looked carefully, Pudu must have known each other. It was he who met him many days ago. Rescued the young monk in Sushan County.

Of course, Pudu may have forgotten this matter long ago, and the reason why he chose to come to Qinglan Temple was precisely for the scripture collection in the temple.

He currently has more than [-] Buddhist scriptures memorized in his mind. Although the Purple Mansion Divine Sea has opened, he still wants to take another path, the Relic Dharma.If you combine the relic dharma with Buddhist practice, I don’t know what it will be like.

Thinking of this, a bead of dense golden light rotated in the Zifu Divine Sea, and the power of divine consciousness continued to increase.

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"Anhai." When we got to Qinglan Temple, the old monk called out to a monk.

"Abbot."

"Looking for a Zen room for little master Pudu. The young master will read sutras in the temple for a period of time." The old monk pointed at Pudu and said.

The middle-aged monk looked at Pudu, and then nodded: "An Hai will obey the law."

"Little master, the old monk has something important to do, so I won't accompany you any longer."

After finishing speaking, he left directly.

Under the leadership of An Hai, they first went to Sushen's meditation room, and when An Hai was about to leave, Pudu suddenly said, "Senior brother, where is the scripture building in the temple?"

A flash of surprise flashed in An Hai's eyes: "Junior brother, do you want to go now?"

Seeing Pudu nod, Anhai still responded: "Junior brother is coming with the poor monk."

Different from ordinary scripture collection pavilions, the scriptures in Qinglan Temple are all in the Zen Hall, and there is no independent pavilion for scriptures. From this, it can be seen that Qinglan Temple does not value the scripture collection.

There are many shelves in the meditation hall, and the shelves are full of recorded scriptures, which can be seen at a glance.

"Junior brother, this is the sutra collection. This poor monk has something to do, so he won't be here to accompany his junior brother."

"Brother, whatever you want."

The moment An Hai turned around, a strange look flashed in his eyes. Some people actually like to read the scriptures. What a waste of time. He murmured in secret and left in a hurry.Pudu came closer and pulled out a sutra book from the shelf, and a dust instantly bounced up.

Seeing this, Pudu couldn't help but shook his head. It was rare for Buddhist scriptures to turn to dust in the temple, and he immediately stopped to take a look.

The night is shrouded, the moon rises,
A ray of silver light shines on the back mountain, reflecting a deep cave. The cave is so deep that it goes straight into the mountain.

In the mountain, a wisp of fire from the center of the earth flickered, splashing with sparkling magma, and further up there was a platform with a radius of ten feet.

A giant pillar reaches the sky, with dark chains criss-crossing it, and finally gathers at the foot of the pillar. You can vaguely see a thin figure being bound and trapped by the huge black chains.

Its withered white silk grows, covering it, and its head is lowered, so the face can't be seen, the only thing that can be seen clearly is that it is kneeling on the ground, its legs seem to be in line with the whole Qinglan The mountains merge into one and look very desolate.

In the middle of the moon, a ray of silver light was reflected from the entrance of the cave on the top of the mountain. After the silver light fell on him, the old man with the withered pole made a little movement.

After half an hour,
An old monk stepped into the cave and looked at the withered figure in the silver glow, with a touch of sadness on his face.

"Master!"

"Disciple is here to see you."

After the voice fell for a long time, the withered figure slowly raised his head, his eyes were very cloudy, and his face was as white as frost. Surprisingly, that face was not as old as it looked, but a little younger .

Not long after, his cloudy eyes finally regained their clarity, and when he saw the old monk not far away, a smile appeared on his face.

"coming."

"Master, you have suffered."

"Whatever suffering you suffer, it's all your own fault." The old man couldn't help but laugh at himself when he heard this, and then asked: "What are you doing here?"

"Master, the divine way of Yuhua Mansion has revived, and the disciple has asked for a divine throne. If Master can refine it, he may be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

As the old monk said, he took out a jade tablet from his pocket.

The bound old man was slightly surprised when he heard the word Shinto, and then looked at the green jade tablet in the old monk's mouth, and then shook his head: "It should be the record of the gods, right?"

The old monk was slightly startled: "Master, do you know the Record of the Gods?"

A flash of memory flashed in the old man's eyes and he said: "In the old days of Daqian, there was also a Record of the Gods that appeared in the world, and I have seen it before."

"Is this thing useful to Master?"

"It's useless. If it's the Book of Conferred Gods, there's still some hope, but the Record of Conferred Gods isn't enough to qualify as a teacher." The old man's flat voice was full of arrogance.

After hearing the old man's words, the old monk's eyes darkened and he silently took back the jade token.

"You don't have to be like this. Although my master is in a seal, he is not dead yet. If the opportunity comes, it is not impossible to get out." The old man comforted: "If nothing happens, just get out."

"Disciple, please leave." The old monk glanced at the old man who was bound by chains, turned around and retreated.

300 years ago, he was still a young man struggling to survive in troubled times. After a fight, he was on the verge of death. A kind-hearted old monk saved him.Thinking that he had no father or mother and was lonely, he took him to Qinglan Temple and taught him how to read and digit, practice Buddhism, cultivate his Qi and breathe out, and embark on the path of immortality. Later, he became a generation of eminent monks in Yuhua Mansion.

It's a pity that the old monk didn't get a good result.

When he broke through from the purple mansion to transform into a god, he was invaded by the demons of the heart, and almost fell into the demonic way, and then with his last consciousness, he sealed himself in the center of Qinglan mountain. This seal lasted nearly 200 years.Fortunately, after proclaiming himself, he actually broke through to become a god by mistake, but the demons in his heart remained, making it difficult for him to be born again.

Buddhas and demons only exist in one thought, one thought of Buddha and one thought of devils.

Walking out of the dry cave, looking at the silver glow cast from the sky, perhaps only the power of this silver moon can relieve the pain on Master.

With a long sigh, he turned around and disappeared into the back mountain.

The meditation hall was brightly lit, and a slender figure sat cross-legged in a corner, holding a scripture in his hand, and could read aloud.

After a few breaths, a pair of light footsteps came slowly over. Perhaps they were too lost in sight to notice.

The old monk frowned and looked at the young monk who was concentrating on reading the scriptures. A flash of confusion flashed in his eyes. Then he looked at the bookshelf and saw that the bookshelf had been wiped spotlessly. Even the scriptures held by Pudu had been dusted off. .

What he held in his hand was just a very ordinary Buddhist scripture, and it was written by an ordinary monk. It had no effect on improving one's cultivation.

As for what is recorded in it, it is easy to understand. You can memorize it just by reading it once. Why do you need to read it so carefully?

Moreover, what can be gained from reading these Buddhist scriptures?
Mood?
If you can become a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm, how can your state of mind be any worse!
How strange!
One person is intoxicated while reading the scriptures, while the other person just looks at it like this,

Finally, after reading The Last Night at Pudu, he put down the book and slowly raised his head. After meeting Pudu's eyes, he couldn't help but tremble. He saw that there was an inexplicable meaning in it. This was the only time he had seen it in his life, even if it was He has never seen it in his master.

What kind of eyes are those?
Wisdom, compassion, compassion, all living things

Buddha aggregate?
A young monk actually has such a huge Buddha aggregate, as if he is the Buddha himself.

"Grandmaster."

After being awakened by Pudu's words, the old monk nodded, picked up the scriptures that Pudu had read, and opened them to read silently.

He had read this book of scriptures when he was young, and he had never read it since he remembered it in his heart. Now, it seems that it has a different charm.

After putting down the scriptures, the old monk asked in confusion: "Why are you so obsessed with reading the scriptures, young master?"

"In the Buddhist scriptures, the words are clear, and the narratives are heart-to-heart. Every Buddhist scripture must be the hard work of a Buddhist monk. Traveling thousands of miles, you can see the rise and fall of the world, and the cycle of all things. These scriptures are the foundation that supports the little monk's enlightenment. The stone can still attack jade."

"The Tao of Taoism is between heaven and earth and within the creation of all things, and the Tao of my Buddhism is within the sutras and treatises of the monks. Although it has imperfections, it must be useful."

After listening to Pudu's words, the old monk was shocked. Looking at the list of scriptures in front of him, he seemed to understand something.The Taoist sect cultivates one's moral character and still travels in the secular world. Qinglan Temple imitates it, but lives within the mountain gate. It turns out that he has gone astray.

The old monk leaned over and saluted: "Thank you, little master, for your teaching."

Pudu smiled and said, "Senior, you don't have to be like this. Talking about Buddha also encourages young monks."

The old monk's heart moved slightly: "Little master, I want to ask you something?"

"Senior, please speak."

"If I, a Buddhist, are possessed by demons, can I use scriptures to get rid of the demons?"

Obsessed?

The cultivation of the Buddhist mind, once possessed by a demon, must be extraordinary, and it can make a cultivator in the purple mansion helpless, and his strength will not be low.

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(End of this chapter)