Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 191 Wuming and Kinnara
Laozi wrote the "Tao Te Ching" at Hangu Pass. It is just five thousand words and covers all things in the world and the mysteries of the universe.

The world does not know how many years have passed. In the blink of an eye, I have stayed in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years. During these hundred years, the orthodoxy of the saints has flourished in the world.

It is worth mentioning that after Lao Tzu left Hangu Pass, Yin Xi established a Taoist lineage in Shushan, called Shushan Sect.

Within a hundred years, there were five direct disciples in the sect, three thousand inner disciples, and tens of thousands of outer disciples.

Zhang Ye watched the fate of the saints with great interest. They all wore vests, and none of them showed their true bodies. Even I have a name called Li Er.

But to Zhang Ye, they were like firelights in the dark night, extremely obvious, and he could tell who they were at a glance.

When it comes to verifying the Great Dao, it's okay if it succeeds. All the merits, virtues, luck and paths will be there, and your cultivation level will continue to rise.

But what if it fails?
All creatures who have reached this level are ashamed. Once they fail, the Five Thousand Words of the Tao Te Ching was written by Tai Qing Lao Tzu, but what does Taoism have to do with me?
It was Li Er who established Taoism, and Confucius was the one who established Confucianism. What does it have to do with me, Tongtian?Wasn't Legalism founded by Guan Zhong?I, Yuanshi, have been meditating in Taiweitian!
Zhang Ye looked at the scenes in the human world without any thought of the lower world getting involved.

In the past 3 years, with the power of the Time Roulette, and the great avenues in the Tao Realm unreservedly presented before Zhang Ye's eyes, his cultivation has progressed rapidly, and he is now at the seventh level of Hunyuan Heaven.

Zhang Ye is different from others. He follows the path of advancing in parallel. When he reaches Hunyuan Wuji, Luo Jinxian will begin to understand his own path.

Monks who only practice one path, but those who practice the Xiantian Dao don’t have to worry.You just need to follow the steps step by step. Every innate avenue can be cultivated to the level of Hunyuan Wuji.

But those like Sanqing and the Second Sage of the West, who have carved out a path for the future, need to open up the road alone and overcome obstacles.

Laozi's way of doing nothing, Yuanshi's way of explaining the sky, Tongtian's way of cutting off the sky, and the Buddhism of the two Western saints all need them to open up their own way.

For people like Zhang Ye who practice ten thousand ways, when they are promoted to Hunyuan Wuji Luo Jinxian, they need to choose one avenue as the general outline and use one to control ten thousand ways.

A snake cannot survive without a leader. The snakes within the 49 avenues are fine and can be suppressed, but there are too many avenues for enlightenment, so they need to be prioritized.

For example, Pangu takes the Great Way of Power as the general outline. The three thousand great ways are all powerful, so Pangu uses force to prove the Tao.

And Zhang Ye has also reached this point. He needs to find a road for himself as a general outline.

Zhang Ye looked longingly and sighed: "It's time to go out for a walk."

……

To the west, on top of Lingshan Mountain, a young novice monk was sitting on the steps in front of the Main Hall, holding his pink and jade-carved little face in his hands, his expression dazed, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, a monk wearing white robes came over, sat next to the little novice, and said with a smile:

"Wu Ming, if you don't do your homework, what are you thinking about here?"

When Wuming heard this, he looked back, quickly stood up, clasped his hands together, and saluted:

"The disciple has seen the master!"

The monk had a warm smile on his face and said nothing, just looking at Wuming.

"My disciple is thinking, there are wars everywhere in the world, endless wars, demons and ghosts, why don't I, the Buddha, come out of the mountain to save people?"

The smile on the monk's face did not diminish and he said: "Everything has its own laws. I, the Buddha, am compassionate, but I am an outsider."

"Then since you are from outside the country, why do you accept the incense and incense provided by the world?"

The monk thought for a moment, but really couldn't answer, so he smiled again and said, "Wu Ming has grown up! I asked all the masters."

The monk praised him so much, but Wuming was not complacent, but continued to look at the monk, bowed and said:

"This disciple wants to find the truth on his own, so please ask Master to help you!"

"Hmm! I need to tell my master about this!"

The monk looked at the determined disciple in front of him, and finally felt a little soft-hearted. He stretched out his hand to touch the novice's shiny bald head, and then said with a smile:

"Forget it, as a teacher, I will go and discuss it with my master."

Although the little novice monk was young, he was a wise man. He bowed respectfully:
"Thank you, Master."

The white-robed monk took one step forward and was a hundred thousand miles away. Golden light shone under his feet and a golden lotus bloomed.

As the monk walked up Mount Sumeru, the disciples along the way greeted him respectfully:
"I've met senior brother Kinnara!"

Kinnara returned the favor with a smile, without any airs.

Kinnara is a direct disciple of Upaladha Buddha. He is the strongest among the three generations of disciples of Buddhism and has reached the perfect level of Daluo.

You must know that his master, Uparatha Buddha, was the great Luo cultivator.

Therefore, the two sages of the West valued this disciple very much and allowed him to practice under the Bodhi tree and gave him the right to go straight to Mount Sumeru.

All the way from Kinnara to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, what comes into view is a Bodhi tree that is taller and more luxuriant than the Lingshan Mountain.

The breeze blows, and the leaves collide with each other, making a rustling sound, which makes people feel that their mind is clear and their spirit is clear.

A golden cicada with six wings is lying on the bodhi tree, exuding a fierce aura. Under the bodhi tree, one person stands on the golden lotus, and the other sits cross-legged under the bodhi tree, which is to receive Zhunti.

Zhunti gently opened his eyes, smiled, and asked:
"Kinnara, weren't you preaching and preaching at Lingshan Mountain? Why did you go to Mount Sumeru today?"

Kinnara was dressed in white monk robes, with a smile on his face, and the Buddha's light around him was rich and pure. At first glance, he looked like an enlightened monk. He said slowly:

"Wu Ming is now older and has an understanding of Tao. He wants to go down the mountain and experience it in the world of mortals."

After hearing this, Zhunti quickly asked: "But which child of Lingshan Bodhisattva ten years ago?"

"Exactly!"

Zhunti hesitated when he heard the words. Ten years ago, a bodhi seed from the second generation of the bodhi tree in Lingshan took the form. He was a mysterious immortal when he was born, and he became a true immortal in just ten years.

All in all, Wuming was still a descendant of Zhunti. Because of his extraordinary talent, he was accepted as a disciple by Kinnara, the number one disciple of the third generation of Buddhism.

Seeing Zhunti's hesitation, Kinnara bowed down again and said:

"Master, Wuming has grown up and has become a true immortal. He has the ability to protect himself. Moreover, only after experiencing the hardships of the world of mortals can he have a bright and bright Taoist heart!"

Zhunti was still a little hesitant after hearing the words. Now that Buddhism has declined, there are nine saints in heaven and earth, five of whom are from Xuanmen. In addition, Buddhism once allowed Ksitigarbha to settle in the underworld, which offended Houtu, and Nuwa did nothing. Buddhism The situation is extremely difficult.

No one knows if Wuming will be secretly attacked this time.

While Zhunti was hesitating, Jieyin spoke, and he said to Kinnara: "Since that kid wants to go down the mountain to practice, let him go down."

"Being born into the world and then reborn again is the highest state of spiritual practice. We all have high hopes for him."

After Jieyin opened his mouth, Zhunti said nothing more. He sighed and said to Nara:

"That child doesn't have any spiritual treasures, so just cut off a branch from the Bodhi tree on Lingshan Mountain!"

The nameless tree is the incarnation of the Bodhi tree. It is most appropriate to use Bodhi branches to sacrifice the spiritual treasures. Just look at Zhunti and you will know. The Seven Treasures Tree is made from the first generation of Bodhi branches.

"Yes, thank you two masters!"

After taking the lead, he changed the topic and asked: "Kinnara, you must have stayed in Daluo Perfection for a long time!" Kinnara raised his head, still smiling warmly, and said:

"Reporting to Master, disciple, don't be in a hurry, you will naturally make a breakthrough when the opportunity comes."

Jie Yin nodded with satisfaction and said, "You have a very good Taoist intention, but now there are living beings in a Buddha's country who do not obey the Buddha's teachings and do not respect the Buddha's way. You are willing to go and save them."

"Disciple must abide by the law."

"good!"

On Mount Sumeru, after Kinnara left, Zhunti asked worriedly:

"Senior brother, although Kinnara is powerful in cultivation, he is still innocent at heart. He has never seen the world of mortals. Now that he is sent out, this..."

Jie Yin's eyes were as clear as an ancient well, and he said, "It's precisely because he has never seen it before that I let him go and see it."

After Kinnara came out of Sumeru Mountain, he returned to Lingshan Mountain and came to the steps in front of the Main Hall. He patted Wuming who was still sitting in meditation and said with a smile:

"gone!"

Wuming stood up and asked hurriedly:

"Are the two Patriarchs accurate?"

Wuming walked and said: "The two masters not only gave you permission to go down the mountain, but also asked you to break off a branch from the Bodhi tree in Lingshan Mountain and refine the spiritual treasure."

Wuming quickly followed and said excitedly: "Really?"

Kinnara smiled lovingly, and a bunch of thread-like objects and a handful of seeds appeared in his hand, and he handed them to Wuming and said:
"This is the silk spun by the ice silkworms in the realm of Daluo Demon God. You can add it to the refining of spiritual treasures, and you will definitely reach a higher level."

"There are also some seeds of Manzhushahua. These are middle-grade acquired spiritual roots. They can grow anywhere in the world, even in the ancient starry sky. Their flowers have the effect of calming the mind and removing external demons. I will give them to you."

(Dear Taoist friends, this thing is not edible, it is poisonous. The author ate a piece out of curiosity, and almost made the whole village eat)

Wuming grabbed it and said happily: "Thank you, Master!"

Jinnara touched Wuming's little bald head, said nothing, and headed towards the top of Lingshan Mountain.

After a while, a Bodhi tree came into view. It was smaller than the Bodhi tree on Mount Xumi, but it also had an inexplicable Taoist and Buddhist light.

Wuming only felt a sense of closeness and walked forward involuntarily.

As if sensing Wuming's arrival, the Bodhi tree swayed gently without any wind.

One of the thickest branches on the crown of the tree broke with a "click", gradually shrank, and fell into Wuming's palm.

Wuming put his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you, mother!"

The tree crown swayed gently again, and a sense of joy suddenly emerged. Seeing this, Kinnara's smile became even brighter.

Kinnara asked: "Wu Ming, have you decided what you want to practice?"

A nameless and clear children's voice sounded: "Master, I want to practice a piano."

Kinnara nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to call, and the bodhi wood and ice silk silk in Wuming's hand flew up and appeared in Kinnara's hand.

Kinnara wants to refine a weapon embryo for Wuming. If Wuming refines it by himself, with his true immortal cultivation, he will be able to refine it until the year of the monkey.

The glazed pure fire ignited in Kinnara's hands, and the ice silk threads gradually intertwined with each other and twisted into seven long lines. The Bodhi tree also gradually shrunk, and finally settled on three feet, six inches long and five inches wide, seven inches and two minutes wide.

Not long after, an antique long piano appeared in front of Wuming.

Wuming happily hugged Guqin, who was slightly shorter than him, with a face full of joy.

Kinnara smiled and said, "Follow me down the mountain!"

Wuming looked puzzled: "Master, do you want to go down the mountain too?"

Wuming smiled and said: "Yes, as a teacher, you have to experience the world of mortals."

Wuming suddenly grinned, showing his big white teeth.

As the sun sets, the light falls on the world, causing the two bald heads, one big and one small, to reflect the dazzling light.

.........

At this time, the princes of the human world are rising together, wars are going on everywhere, and the people are displaced. The Holy Land of the Human Race will not care about such things.

The Holy Land of the Human Race is concerned with the rise and fall of the Human Race, not the survival of each family. As long as the Human Race is immortal and humanity flourishes, the Holy Land of the Human Race generally does not care about the affairs of the world.

There is a deeper consideration in it. The ancient human race fought through thorns and obstacles, competed with all races, and became the enemy of heaven and earth, so that they could take the position of the protagonist of this world.

Nowadays, the world is rising and falling, in a time of great strife, and heroes are rising together. It is the golden age, and there are few outstanding people who have entered the Holy Land of the Human Race.

But for Wuming, he can't see any of this. He only knows that the people in the world are suffering, demons are rampant, and hungry ghosts are in the world.

He is just a fledgling novice monk!And that passion.

Since he came down from the mountain, he would help the people when encountering military disasters, take action when encountering bandits, and even give alms.

Although today's prehistoric creatures, even a mortal has a life span of 500 years.

But since the land of the gods was established, the sky has its rules, and the earth has its laws. The gods in the sky are not allowed to participate in the affairs of the world, and the nameless rescue of sentient beings cannot use magic power beyond the fairyland.

As time went by, a little monk appeared in the world who rescued those in distress, and the golden light of merit on Wuming's body became more and more intense.

In the blink of an eye, 20 years have passed, and Wuming has grown up. He has red lips and white teeth, and is dressed in white monk robes. He is indescribably handsome.

On this day, Wuming met a powerful ghost and recited Buddhist scriptures for 49 days, but he did not see any intention of being saved.

The villagers couldn't help but ask: "Master, what should we do?"

Wuming pondered for a moment, looked at Zaoyue who was carrying him behind his back, and said:

"The young monk's Taoism is limited, and he really can't save this female ghost. How about sealing her in the piano, and then save her again in the future when her cultivation is advanced?"

Li Zheng was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly raised his hands and said: "This is the best, Master, please bother me."

Wuming performed a Buddhist salute and said: "Good, good, good, this is the duty of a poor monk."

From then on, whenever Wuming had free time, he would recite sutras and teach the Dharma, trying to save the female ghost, but there was no progress. Wuming was not discouraged and just chanted sutras day after day.

The Wuming Lingbao played the piano, so he was naturally fond of music. He played the piano all the time to entertain himself, but he never thought that every time he played the piano, the female ghost in the piano would come out and dance, which was also a strange thing.

Day after day, one person and one ghost developed some feelings. Wuming knew that monks had to accept the precepts. Lovely things are poisonous to immortals who have practiced for thousands of years, let alone a fledgling boy. Novice monk.

But what Wuming didn't know was that someone was already eyeing him, or more accurately, his piano.

(End of this chapter)