Guixian Shidao

Chapter 154

After Ximen Qi left, another person walked out of the crowd, with a bald head and a round face, dressed in cassock, with a benevolent appearance.

As soon as this person came out, the surrounding discussion sounded like a tide again.

"It's Master Fanyin. I thought he was just here to watch the fun, but I didn't expect him to talk about Buddhism with Murong Jing'er?"

"I don't know, it's just that Master Fanyin has been famous for a long time. Although he is only forty years old, his Buddhist cultivation can be ranked No. 1 among the young generation of Jinguang Temple. I think Miss Murong Jing'er is in danger."

"Nonsense, I think Miss Murong Jing'er is very good at Buddhist studies. Didn't that Ximen Qi get told and left just now? I hope Miss Murong Jing'er can win!"

"Stupid, are you a pig brain? If Miss Murong wins, we won't be able to see her musical accomplishments."

"Yes, yes, then I hope she still loses."

"Damn, I despise you!"

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Chu Yi listened to these arguments, and asked Dongfang Yu: "Xiaoyu, is this Sanskrit voice really the No.1 of the younger generation of Jinguang Temple?"

Dongfang Yu said: "That's right, this person is right, but I don't have much contact with him. It is said that this person is devoted to Buddha and rarely hears about foreign affairs. He is an out-and-out Buddha idiot."

Hearing this, Chu Yi couldn't help thinking of Chu Bo who was still in the Chu family, and at the same time, he had a good impression of this Sanskrit voice. Most people who became famous for their idiots were not bad people, because he didn't have the energy and time to think about how to harm others. no.

On the attic, when Murong Jing'er saw Fanyin, she bowed slightly and said, "It turns out to be Master Fanyin, who is superb in Buddhism. It seems that Jing'er is going to make a fool of herself."

"The Great Buddha Shakya is above, so good and so good. Donor Murong is based on the root of wisdom. How dare Sanskrit sound be entrusted with it? Please ask the benefactor to come up with a topic." Sanskrit said solemnly.

Murong Jing'er also stood up solemnly, and said: "In this case, Jing'er would rather be respectful than obedient. My topic is: who can become a Buddha, and who cannot become a Buddha."

Sanskrit thought for a while and said: "Those who are sincere to the Buddha can become Buddhas, and those who have obsessions cannot be detached."

Murong Jing'er pursed her lips lightly, and said, "As the master said, is being sincere to the Buddha a kind of obsession?"

Hearing this, a look of astonishment flashed across Sanskrit's face.

Chu Yi also watched with relish, and said to himself: "This Murong Jing'er is a bit witty, and she got others into it with a single sentence. However, since the Sanskrit voice is called the No. 1 young generation of Jinguang Temple, , it must not be so easy to dismiss."

Sure enough, Sanskrit was only slightly stunned, then recovered, and chanted the Buddha's mantra: "It's good, good, Benefactor Murong is really alert, Sanskrit is not talented, but he also knows that sincerity to Buddha is not obsessed with Buddha."

Murong Jing'er's eyes lit up and said, "Let's listen to Master."

The Sanskrit voice said: "Buddha is enlightenment. It is neither a thing nor a thought. It cannot be attached. All karma and karma are self-contained. The Buddha said: 'All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see my Buddha. ’, since it’s not a phase, why insist on it?”

Murong Jing'er was also startled, and then saluted, "I've been taught."

Fanyin smiled and nodded, Murong Jing'er said again: "Thanks to Master's guidance today, Jing'er presents a song: Guang Hanyin!"

After Murong Jing'er finished speaking, she sat cross-legged directly, and then took out a string-style guqin, and gently raised it with her slender fingers.

Suddenly, the melodious and clear sound of the piano sounded, like pearls falling on a jade plate, clear and sweet, and there seemed to be a magical power in the music, which made everyone who heard the sound of the piano calm down.

Murong Jing'er's ten fingers jumped on the strings like dancing, sometimes caressing, sometimes like shadows piercing flowers.

After a long time, the song was played.

"This Murong Jing'er's melody is really refreshing, and there is a feeling of reverberation." Chu Yi took a deep breath and murmured.

Dongfang Yudao: "Indeed, the melody of Guanghan Palace is beyond the world, and this Murong Jing'er can be regarded as the true inheritance of Guanghan Palace."

Luo Hou'er said dumbly: "What's so good about ding ding dong dong? It's not as good as the barking of wild monkeys in the mountains."

Chu Yi and Dongfang Yu looked stunned, but they were not the only ones who heard this sentence, many people around heard Luo Hou'er's words.

"Bastard, who are you? How dare you question Miss Murong's piano skills?!" A fanatical follower of Murong Jing'er shouted immediately upon hearing this.

"What nonsense piano skills, I just don't like it, how about it?" Luo Hou'er said.

"Bastard, look for a fight, brothers, beat this guy who blasphemed Miss Murong's rhythm!" The man shouted, and immediately surrounded a group of people, staring at Luo Hou'er, even Chu Yi and others were surrounded inside .

"Want to fight? The Monkey King will accompany you!" Luo Hou'er was the most belligerent, he yelled loudly when he saw this, and then rushed forward on his own initiative.

Those who can fly in the air to watch the excitement are all above the spirit general level. However, Luo Hou'er is now in the late demon general period, and as the son of the demon emperor Donghuangji, his strength is beyond doubt.

"Bang, bang..."

Luo Hou'er didn't even use a black iron rod, and directly raised a pair of fists. With a speed far exceeding these people, after a few shuttles, all of these people's eyes were imprinted with fist marks.Then, with panda eyes, he flew back.

"Who is causing trouble here?!" Suddenly, a monk came from the crowd and said in a deep voice.

"Who are you? Are you here to fight?" Luo Houer clapped his hands and said.

"Stop talking!" Chu Yi glared at him, turned to the monk and said, "It's just a little misunderstanding."

The monk glanced at them, and finally his eyes stayed on Wuque, and said: "Since they are all Buddhist disciples, let's forget it this time. I am a city patrolling monk in the Jinguang King's Domain, and I am in charge of law and order. You should give me some advice." Save face, don't make trouble."

Chu Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your flexibility."

Wu Que also said: "The Great Buddha Wu Que is here, I thank you."

The monk nodded, turned around and prepared to leave, just walked a few steps, suddenly turned around, looked at Wu Que with burning eyes and said: "What did you just say?"

Chu Yi and the others couldn't figure it out, the monk took out a long stick and said with one finger, "You are a heretic!"

Chu Yi and the others finally knew where the problem was. If it was in other places, no one would have paid any attention to Wuque's daily chanting: "Wuque Buddha is above", but here, it is the authentic Buddhist land, created by the Sakyamuni Buddha. The place where Jinguang Temple is located.All the Buddhist cultivators here admire the Great Buddha Sakyamuni. At this time, a "Wu Que Great Buddha" suddenly appeared, and of course they would be regarded as heretics.

Faith is a terrible power. With this power, the weak can become strong, and the poor can become rich. However, for those who have deep beliefs, breaking their beliefs is a worthwhile thing for them to tell you. Desperate things.

"Master, my friend is by no means a heretic. He just slipped his tongue just now." Chu Yi quickly explained, and turned around and gave Wu Que a wink after speaking.

Wu Que said indifferently: "Wu Que Great Buddha is here, monks don't tell lies, just say what you say."

The monk immediately glared at each other and said, "Where did the heretics come from, please report their names!"

Wu Que said calmly: "My surname is Hua, and my Dharma name is Wu Que."

"You are the Wuque Great Buddha in my own mouth?!" The monk was also shocked by Wuque.

"It's so good, it's as good as a fake!" Wu Que said solemnly.

"What a bold heretic, you actually call yourself a Buddha, I can't spare you today!" The monk shouted loudly, causing everyone around to look over, even Murong Jing'er and Sanskrit who were still discussing Buddhism in the field.

The pagans who dared to come to Jinguang Temple blatantly, but they hadn't been seen for many years.

"Hey, let's get ready to fight, I hope there won't be too many troubles." Chu Yi smiled wryly, and then he also put on a stance, ready to meet the enemy.

"Good, good, what happened?" At this time, Sanskrit also came here, with Murong Jing'er following closely.

"Are they pagans?" Murong Jing'er asked Chu Yi and the others in surprise.

The monk nodded and said, "This novice himself admitted it."

Wu Que shook his head and said, "No, when did this little monk admit that he is a heretic?"

The monk said angrily: "You pagan, you don't respect Shakyamuni Buddha, but you respect yourself as a Buddha. What is it if you are not a pagan?"

Wu Que said indifferently: "All living beings are Buddhas, why can't I respect myself as a Buddha?"

The monk was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and he said, "You are disrespecting Shakyamuni Buddha!"

"Why do you respect him, little monk?" Wu Que asked without changing his expression.

Hearing this, the monk picked up his stick and was about to attack, but was blocked by Fanyin's hand.

"Excellent, excellent," Sanskrit first recited the Buddha's name, and then said, "Master, you respect yourself, but do you think you can be compared with Sakyamuni Buddha?"

Wu Que said: "Respecting oneself as a Buddha is something everyone can do. If you don't think you are a Buddha, how can you transcend yourself and become a Buddha?"

Fanyin's eyes showed surprise, and he took a deep look at Wu Que and said: "Although that is the case, the sea of ​​suffering is vast, and the Sakyamuni Buddha is a bright light in the sea of ​​suffering. We must follow the guidance of the Sakyamuni Buddha. yes."

"No," Wu Que said, "You respect Sakyamuni because he gave you guidance, but the way of the little monk has been clear, and walking with respect is the way of Buddha, why should you respect him?"

It was the first time Murong Jing'er had heard such a statement, and she couldn't help but said, "If you don't respect Shakyamuni Buddha, what are you doing here in the Golden Light King's Domain?"

Wu Que said: "Benefactor, do you think that this place is Sakyamuni's territory?"

Murong Jing'er took it for granted, "It's only natural. The Golden Light Temple was originally created by Shakya Buddha. This Golden Light King's Domain is naturally the place where his followers should come?"

"Benefactor, you've lost your face," Wu Que said flatly.

Murong Jing'er's complexion changed, he had said this sentence to others just now, but he didn't expect that someone would add this sentence to her in the blink of an eye.

"I would like to hear the details!" Murong Jing'er said unconvinced.

Wu Que calmly said: "With the thought of territory in your heart, the donor will not be able to become a Buddha in this life, because the donor's territory is too small to accommodate the Buddha."

"What about you? How big is your territory?" Murong Jing'er said.

"Infinity." Wu Que said flatly.

Sanskrit frowned and said, "What does this master mean by saying that we practitioners of Buddhism should not keep our hearts in one place?"

Wu Que said, "Of course, in my heart, the Buddhaland is infinitely vast."

Murong Jing'er seemed to understand but didn't understand, and asked again: "There are some truths, but if you don't respect Shakyamuni Buddha, which is contrary to the purpose of Buddhism, can you still become a Buddha?"

Wu Que said: "A Buddha is enlightenment. If you are not a Buddha, how can you be enlightened? If the donor regards becoming a Buddha as his goal, he will separate the Buddha from himself, and the Buddha will become an existence that is elusive but unattainable."

Murong Jing'er was startled, then frowned, looked at Sanskrit and said, "Master, what do you think?"

Sanskrit smiled bitterly and said: "The poor monk doesn't know whether what this person said is right or wrong, how about it, can you go to Jinguang Temple with the poor monk, maybe the eminent monks in the temple can tell the difference."

Wu Que said indifferently: "My little monk is willing to go.

(End of this chapter)