After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1126 When there is no delusion, one heart is one Buddha country
The moon-like mountain peaks appear extremely silent under the open sky, without the charm of flowing water and the swaying of mountain flowers.

The clear mountain peak awakens Rosemary's thoughts, and the bursts of pine waves bring the aloes of ancient trees.

Li Cang, dressed in cassock, was buried in a corner of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, uncovering the medical skills left by his master. He has been here for a long time.

He has read many medical books, but he has never seen any treatment for heart diseases that are deeply rooted in his heart.

He threw the book elsewhere impetuously, hitting the shelf inadvertently.

While the shelf was shaking, an old book with a torn cover fell in front of him.

He picked it up without hope, and flipped a page casually.

Looking at the above content, his pretty brows were slightly frowned, there were not many ups and downs, and he was extremely calm.

"Do you believe it?" An old voice suddenly sounded from behind, the voice was like rotten wood, making a piercing sound.

He got up and looked at the old woman who appeared behind him at some time, "Amitabha, what is the purpose of the benefactor here?"

She never answered Li Cang's words, but came to him step by step.

She was wearing black shabby clothes, and the cloak covered most of her face, only showing the traces of being licked by the fire.

Li Cang looked at her calmly, and said lightly, "If you can save Xiaojiu, I am willing to give it a try."

"Hehehe!" The old woman let out a horrifying laugh, "The so-called Buddha's heart is your heart and the thousand-year-old lotus in the clear pond that are refined into pills to save her life."

"Young monk is willing to give it a try." He was still calm and indifferent, and what was revealed between his brows was the indifference of not fearing life and death.

The old woman froze for a moment, seemingly puzzled.

"Why? Do you know that this is saving her with your life?"

"The monk is willing."

"What if what is said in this book is false?"

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The little monk is not afraid."

"Why?" The hoarse voice of the old woman sounded in the scripture pavilion, revealing a chilling coldness.

Li Cang's lips parted slightly, and his clean and clear voice slowly echoed.

"Life is like Zen. After realizing Bodhi thoroughly, you need to understand the transparent mirror. When you wake up with a heavy long-cherished wish, you have to leave with a sense of relief. After that, let the time be like water, and the rivers and lakes grow old. Little monk, there is no more in my heart." Pity."

"That's all!" The old woman let out a deep sigh, "In this way, I will help you take the heart and refine it into a pill."

"My little monk thanked the benefactor." After uttering one sentence, he walked out of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, he closed his eyes and lay down on the couch, waiting for that moment to come.

In the dream, the lotus bloomed several times, but when I woke up, the time was gone.

When the smoke and clouds cleared, looking at myself standing at the junction of dream and waking, the state of mind that was provoked was like a pool of clear waves across a calm lake.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, it was the feeling of a sharp knife piercing.

But he didn't even frown, he was calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

He said, "Don't tell Xiaojiu where the monk is going."

The old woman paused slightly, and finally became silent.

After all, she was still a priest of the previous dynasty, and she had a deep friendship with the princess, so how could she watch the child become depressed because of the woman's death.

And this monk's heart is too pure and kind, and he is illuminated by the Buddha's light day and night. In the secret art, only he can save people.

After all, he did it voluntarily.

Li Cang slowly closed his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to hear Master's voice ringing in his ears, with an ethereal and illusory feeling.

"When there are no delusions, one mind is one Buddhaland; when there are delusions, one mind is one hell."

"Sentient beings create false thoughts, and they use their hearts to generate their hearts, so they are always in hell. Bodhisattvas observe their false thoughts, but they do not use their hearts to generate their hearts, so they are always in the Buddha's country."

"If you don't give birth to your mind with your mind, your mind will go into emptiness, and your thoughts will return to tranquility. From one Buddha country to another, if you use your mind to give birth to your mind, your mind will not be still, your thoughts will return to motion, and you will go from one hell to another. "

"If one thought arises, there will be good and evil karma, and there will be heaven and hell; if one thought does not arise, there will be no good and evil karma, and there will be no heaven and hell. The body is neither existent nor non-existent. It exists in the ordinary, and it exists in the holy. Nothing. A sage has no heart, so his chest is empty, equal to the sky."

He thought, at this moment, he really let go, really, got the Tao...

(End of this chapter)