Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 441

In Taiyi Mountain, an extremely quiet place.

Here, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the insects are singing and the stream is turbulent. In the early autumn, the bright yellow surrounds and embellishes the clean woods.

The breeze was slightly cool, and Wu Xuan was in a good mood in this autumnal mountain, but he still had something to worry about.

The old monk always squinted his eyes slightly, with a kind smile on his cheeks, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, and there seemed to be inextricable connections with him, which was very strange.

Before Wu Xuan could open his mouth, he said slowly: "This place is where the old monk practiced all the year round. It is far away from the outside world, transcending the mundane world, and it is an empty realm."

Wu Xuan nodded, getting along with the old monk, the two of them seemed to forget their old friends, and hated that life was not at the right time.

Wu Xuan was full of curiosity and awe towards the old monk.

Similarly, the old monk had a love for Wu Xuan.

Wu Xuan wanted to avoid the pursuit of the Black God mercenary group, and secondly, he wanted to talk about Buddhist scriptures with this old monk.

He had a feeling that this old monk was absolutely extraordinary.

Like this kind of extraterrestrial expert, words and deeds can give people greater insight and growth.

The old monk's own embodiment represents the essence of Chinese Buddhism.

Today, the old monk saw that Wu Xuan had a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and he also wanted to understand the origin of Buddhism and Taoism.

Let Wu Xuan come to this place where he practiced alone to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Regardless of the complexity of these Buddhist scriptures, anyone who can comprehend even one of them will have a qualitative sublimation and a leap in life.

Anyone who can sincerely recite the scriptures and chant the Buddha and understand the Buddhist scriptures is also called a person who has a relationship with the Buddha.

When Wu Xuan heard that the old monk was going to lead him in reciting sutras and reciting Buddha himself, he couldn't even think about it. It was such a rare thing to be able to talk about enlightenment with a real worldly master.

But he expressed the worry in his heart: "But we are so far away from the temple, if those desperadoes come to kill us, but you and I are not here, the little master and Wang Yilei, there is no way to hide."

The old monk smiled lightly. In this early autumn forest, he seemed to stay out of the way. The sunlight refracted the golden leaves and fell on him, like a golden Buddha standing there.

Looking out from Mount Taiyi, silently guarding people's inner beliefs.

"All appearances are false."

The old monk recounted half a sentence of the Buddhist scriptures with deep meaning, but Wu Xuan could only vaguely understand, not understanding the meaning behind the old monk's words.

The old monk shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "What they are looking for is you and me. Xiangruo sees that there is no sign of us in the temple, so he should retreat. Donors don't need to worry too much."

Wu Xuan nodded respectfully and said: "The old monk is like a real Buddha alive, the younger generation should trust him very much."

The old monk sat cross-legged, his eyes were empty, with the charm of Buddha flowing, as if something outside his body, none of which could move his pure heart.

"The benefactor and the old monk are here today to chant the scriptures and enlighten the Buddha. The opportunity is rare. I believe that the Buddha will see everything. The benefactor must treat it sincerely."

"If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata..."

Wu Xuan heard the Buddhist scriptures coming from the mouth of the old monk, like Sanskrit sounds wrapped around his ears, and he felt a sudden sense of solemnity.

There is a feeling of enlightenment in my heart, and I am reluctant to sweep away the lingering Buddha's voice of the old monk in my heart.

"I understand."

Wu Xuan tried to forget everything for the time being, all he saw in his mind and eyes was the scene of sitting opposite the old monk.

The surrounding mountains and forests in early autumn scattered into patches of Buddhist scriptures in a blink of an eye, and all the dust and smoke turned into bubbles and scattered.

He seemed to be in the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss in the Great Western Paradise, with all the heavens and ten thousand Buddhas standing beside him, and the Sanskrit sound was thick and heavy.

What's more, he found that all the Buddhas were somewhat similar in appearance to the old monk.

Could it be that this is what a true Buddha looks like?
Wu Xuan was surprised.

The old monk looked at Wu Xuan in astonishment, and said with a smile: "The donor is very gifted, and he is a destined person of the Buddha, but it is the first time to realize the Buddha, so don't go so deeply."

He knew Wu Xuan's talent and understanding, but he didn't expect it to be so high, which surprised even his Buddha heart.

Wu Xuan was startled suddenly, the ten thousand Buddhas in front of him were defeated in an instant, and were swallowed by waves of pitch-black smoke.

Startled, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

The old monk laughed, looked at Wu Xuan with softer eyes, and said: "The benefactor has a tough heart, and he is really a person with Buddha roots. But my Buddha is merciful, different from the Dao, and has pity for the world. If you want to understand Buddhism, you need to go step by step. , don’t be too hasty.”

Wu Xuan suddenly realized, and solemnly said: "Thank you, senior, for pointing out the maze."

His heart became clear, and he realized the Tao with the Buddha, which is completely different from the thousands of martial arts in China.

The meaning of martial arts is to punish evil and promote good, which is rigid and fierce, while Buddhism and Taoism are both rigid and soft, softer.

The old monk does not kill, and has a very good heart.

He retained some strength in the duel with the outlaws, which shows that he has a deep understanding of Buddhism and Taoism.

Wu Xuan let go of his aggressive heart, and began to be gentle, as calm as still water, a bit of a Taoist state of mind.

The old monk nodded approvingly.

Wu Xuan may be the person who has the most predestined relationship with Buddha in his life, so he can't help but be more optimistic about him.

What he did, since he was able to talk about Buddhist scriptures with Wu Xuanwu, he had his own ideas.

"All sentient beings and myriad dharmas are like a dream, a flower in a mirror, or a moon in water, they arise and disappear in an instant, illusory and unreal..."

The Buddhist scriptures have profound meanings, the words of the old monk lingered in Wu Xuan's ears, and they were decomposed and analyzed in his mind, but he could only feel the meaning of the Buddha, but failed to understand its meaning.

If you want to realize the Buddha, you can't rush it. Although Wu Xuan can't really comprehend it, he is not in a hurry, but slowly comprehends it.

The reason why the old monk did not use Buddhist scriptures to speak, is that he himself is a mobile library of scriptures.

If Wu Xuan wants to understand the Buddha, telling it from his mouth contains the understanding and understanding of the Buddha, which is several times easier than just reading the Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing Wu Xuan immersed in the scriptures of Buddhist scriptures, the old monk smiled gratifiedly, he really did not misunderstand the person, this son has a deep fate with the Buddha.

"Buddha said that what you perceive and speak are all forms, concepts, empty and non-existent. Only when you see through this point can you understand the truth."

Wu Xuan knew in his heart that this was the old monk explaining the profound meaning of Buddhist scriptures to him, so that he could understand Buddhism more effectively and achieve something.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such...  

The old monk said a few words, Wu Xuan immersed himself in it, and transformed himself into one of the myriad things in the mountain. The two of them merged with the early autumn, and the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha's words echoed.

Not far away came a small deer, it didn't seem to notice the existence of the old monk and Wu Xuan, it came to the side, stared quietly, and walked away.

The breath of the two people is secret, they turn into a drop of sentient beings, immerse themselves in the Dao, and perceive time and everything with the Buddha's mind.

Wu Xuan also saw the little deer, and he secretly marveled in his heart.

If this was normal, the aura he naturally exuded would make creatures within a few miles flee in panic.

But after comprehending the meaning of Buddha, all the environment and oneself gradually changed wonderfully.

(End of this chapter)