I Am Immortal

  Chapter 104 Passing the sword through the downtown area, no one knows that I am a real fairy

  The young Taoist displayed the one and only magical power that he was taught directly from his teacher.

  The voice was clear and clear, which faintly made the world feel a little bit, but the pharmacist Liuli Guangru gave up all resistance, suppressed his Buddha nature, and let this mantra fall on him, just drooping his eyes.

  The road is wrong, the farther you go, the more serious the mistake.

  How to turn back?

   It is better to turn back.

Finally, the aura of the old monk dissipated, leaving only the incomparably pure and majestic Buddha's light still there, maintaining his body. The old man looked at the young Taoist in front of him and stretched out his hand, which was as clear as glass The Buddha's light dissipated all personal imprints, leaving only pure cultivation and vitality, which turned into a lotus flower in his palm.

  The old man handed it over to the boy and said with a smile, "I'm leaving."

   "This lotus flower is for you, but I don't know when we will meet again."

   "I don't know if you and I will know each other when we meet again."

   "I just know that the one who meets you in the future should not be 'I' anymore."

  Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "I can't accept it myself."

"What you cultivate in practice is yourself, not the power of the outside world. The majestic Buddha's light of Medicine Master Ni is much higher than my current state, but it has no value to me. It cannot make my spirit perfect. , can’t let me know the Dao, it’s like floating clouds to me.”

  The old man nodded gently: "It's the words you can say, no doubt."

  The young Taoist thought for a while and said, "So I plan to donate it, is that okay?"

  The old monk smiled and said: "Since I want to give it to you, how you use it is naturally your own business."

So the young Taoist stretched out his hand, took the lotus, and said: "Then, Medicine Master, I have accepted your thank you, and there is still a period of time, how about a show?" When the old monk still didn't understand, the young man The Taoist pointed his finger, and this stream of Buddha's clear glazed Buddha light fell into the water that was prepared today but not drunk.

  There were slight ripples in the tea cup.

  The young Taoist's sleeve robe was swept away.

The water in the teacup flew up like mist, and in an instant, it criss-crossed and turned into a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines in front of Qi Wuhuo and the pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata. This is exactly the "Cloud and Rain" presented by Ao Liu. "Chess Game Chapter", Qi Wuhuo has already realized it, but his own cultivation is not enough, he doesn't even have an innate qi, he knows it, but he can't use it.

  At this moment, this method created by Ao Liu has reached an unprecedented level with the support of the pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata.

  The young man took out the titles of many places in Zhongzhou from the Taoist robe, which was gifted by Tao Taigong.

  Put into this rain and fog.

There are nineteen chessboards vertically and horizontally, and the clouds and mists suddenly change, and the appearance of mountains and rivers rises. The people who live there can be as many as millions, and it is a prosperous place.

   Now, all of them are in front of us.

Pharmacist Liuli Guang Tathagata was stunned, and then the young man pointed outside and explained: "Now because of someone's dereliction of duty, the evil spirit has not been suppressed, and the disease is rising, and many people are sick, so I want to borrow your strength, Pharmacist. "

   "To these many people, make up for that rain."

  The board is still the same game.

The young Taoist raised his finger, and the clear Buddha light turned into a word, which fell and broke the game. When the chess piece fell, the mist rose up, as if something faintly groaned, and the mist suddenly dispersed, and immediately circled and whistled. Things are mixed together, the young Taoist lowered his eyes, but the soul has left the body, rides the clouds and fog, and has left in a blink of an eye, high up in the sky.

  The old monk looked at the young Taoist with closed eyes in front of him, knowing that his primordial spirit had already boiled up.

Qi Wuhuo sat in front of the chessboard, as if he was above the clouds and mist again. The chess game with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines seemed to cover the entire territory of Zhongzhou. Inside, the comprehension from talking with old Mr. Ao Liu rose again.

  The rain falls from the clouds and flows into the rivers, lakes and seas, and then the sun and the moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky.

   Such a cycle goes back and forth, isn't it just like a cultivator breathing out, and the qi travels through all channels?

  The sun is like nature, the moon is like life, the clouds and waters are like Qi veins, and they go back and forth without stopping.

  So there is no need for a method.

  The young Taoist just lowered his eyes and said softly: "It's raining."

Then there was rain falling from the sky. This rain was nearly half a month late, and evil and epidemic auras had already risen, but this rain was extraordinary. The monk watched this scene happen, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of his twelve great wishes.

   It is not Liuliguang Tathagata, the pharmacist, but the initial wish of the pharmacist who walked under the bodhi tree by fate.

The old monk tried his best to sit cross-legged, lowering his eyes and reciting: "May I come to the world, when I attain Bodhi, if there are sentient beings, their bodies are inferior, they have no roots, they are ugly, stupid, blind, deaf, dumb, convulsed, hunchbacked, and white. Leprosy, madness and other diseases."

   "Having heard my name, everything will be upright and wise, all roots will be complete, [no suffering]."

   "May in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, if all sentient beings are suffering from many diseases, no help, no return, no doctor, no medicine, no relatives, no home, poverty and suffering."

   "Once my name passes through their ears, all diseases will be cured, and the body and mind will be at peace."

  This is the original Buddha mind.

  The old man lowered his eyes, and the rain fell, and the rain fell.

   "Oh, don't run, what should I do if my feet are slippery when I run around in such heavy rain?"

  The old pine tree shouted, but the spirits on Juyun Peak just flew around in the rain happily, shouting:

"It's raining!"

"It's raining!"

   "There is no rain these days, so uncomfortable!"

   "It's really raining!"

In Shuiyun Township, Lian Shulan pushed open the window and watched the rain fall. Her grief finally calmed down a little. She was no longer obsessed with the past. Watching the rain fall under the moonlight; Zhou Lingyi was surprised, why didn't his old cold legs feel the rain today?

  I stretched out my hand, knocked on it, and it didn't hurt anymore.

   He looked outside, the rain was falling.

  Suddenly thought of the young Taoist.

   Ah, where is he in such heavy rain? However, there should be no shelter from the wind and rain, right?

  Xiaofeng and Jiaotu on the capital of Zhongzhou looked into the distance together.

  The fortune-teller above the pavilion held a glass of wine, looked lazily into the distance, raised his hand to count, but was too lazy to count, just looked at the rain between the sky and the earth into silk threads, and said: "Good rain!"

  Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit, with the help of the old monk's power, toured around Zhongzhou in one go, exhausting that wisp of Buddha power.

   Then he suddenly saw a place in front of him, his heart moved slightly, the place where the soul moved, but he had already gone to that place.

   is a Buddhist temple.

In Zhongzhou Fucheng, there is a temple. The great monk in the temple will accept some people who have no money to live in a hotel, and there will also be a medical shed. It is said that whether it is for the name or for the people, when there is a great monk. Also passed away, the great monk in gray clothes did not catch that hated fortune teller today.

  He chased after the white light of the relic when the Buddha died and fell, but how fast is the light? He couldn't catch up.

  In this Buddhist temple, in front of the Buddhist hall where the pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata is, he silently hoped that those who had the disease would recover.

  Hope they can survive this disease.

  He just lit oil lamps everywhere, but he didn't offer incense. Instead, he saved the money and replaced it with rice porridge for the sick.

But after all, there must be three incense sticks in the hall. When he came back, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone else in the hall. He frowned slightly, pushed open the door, and said, "Who?!" The Buddhist statues have not been removed, only in front of the statue of the pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata in the main hall, it seems that he saw three sticks of incense in the hands of a young Taoist priest.

   Never bowed down, just offered incense.

"So."

   "Pharmacist."

  The monk heard the young Taoist say, "Farewell."

  The monk was shocked.

  The wooden ladles in his hand when he was just dividing the porridge fell to the ground.

   subconsciously took a step forward, and shouted loudly: "Who are you?!"

But when he raised his eyes again, he couldn't see the figure anymore. He only suspected that it was his own illusion. He instinctively turned back and ran out, but there was no one in front of the hall, except for the sound of rain falling, and the monk's eyes had magical powers. I saw that between the heaven and the earth, there was originally a plague of disease rising like a demon, but at this moment, with the rain, the evil and plague that escaped from these places gradually dissipated.

   When he came back to his senses, he saw that the three sticks of incense were still there.

   Not an illusion.

The monk was in a daze, only feeling that the rain was falling on the stone slabs. There were already monks and walkers wearing coir raincoats, carrying iron signs or wooden fish, walking along the street to announce the dawn. The sound of rain falling on the stone slabs and the sound of iron signs were clear and clear. Pure, mixed with slang chants—

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

  The gray-clothed monk lowered his head and saw the rain falling, blooming like a lotus flower, and crumbling like bubbles.

  I don't know why, but I put my hands together and recite a Buddha's name.

The power of the Buddha has dissipated, and Qi Wuhuo's primordial spirit is just walking in the rain, and it's not yet time to open the square, but the people in every square city have woken up and washed up. Going out, ready to go out on the avenue when the gate of the workshop is opened, the young Taoist passed everyone by.

   Yuanshen held a sword in his palm, which was used to smash the clouds just now. He turned with his palm, and the blade of this sword brushed the raindrops, and carried it behind his back.

  People are coming and going, just sighing with emotion, the anxiety of these days can be regarded as dissipated.

  But he didn't know the young Taoist next to him.

  Qi Wuhuo said: "It's raining."

  At this moment, he was still connected with the old monk with his heart-to-heart connection. He felt that the evil and disease qi dissipated, so he walked briskly, and asked in his heart:

   "This is considered [Crossing], what does the pharmacist think?"

  The old monk agreed with a smile.

   The two of them stayed together for a long time without speaking.

At this time, on the Drum Tower in the middle of Zhongzhou Fucheng, a big man in a coir raincoat walked up quickly. He shook off the rain, took off his coir raincoat, and was full of energy. The ground hit the big drum of the Drum Tower, and the deep sound began to spread from the center of the entire city, on the four avenues in the southeast, north, and west.

The drum towers of each square followed closely behind, and with the sound of the drum towers, every government office and every restaurant in the city was opened, and the gates of more than two hundred square cities in the entire Zhongzhou prefecture city were opened together, and then the gates of the city were opened. The Taoist temple in Zhongshan rang its own bell, the temple rang its own Buddhist bell, and the low and powerful drums were intertwined.

  Dawn rises.

   This world of mortals woke up.

  The old monk opened his eyes, and saw the leap of the great sun in this Yanglian temple.

  Every day at the fifth watch, monks from various monasteries strike iron signs or follow wooden fish gates to announce the dawn, and the market at Zhumen Bridge opens.

  The young Taoist clasped his sword in his right hand, and walked forward step by step, walking on the road of mortals.

  Sweeping the sleeve robe with the left hand, holding the formula.

  Close your eyes, take away the immaturity of the young, leaving only the calmness that can match the realm of the Supreme, and said gently:

   "Pharmacist."

   "I have seen your way."

   "Prove your heart."

   "Fulfill your wishes."

   "So, it's time to say goodbye."

  The monk smiled gently with downcast eyes.

"yes."

   "I hope that in the future, I can meet you again, Wuhuo."

The old man suddenly lowered his head and saw the bird egg. It seemed to be a coincidence. The egg trembled slightly, and then a crack appeared. The old man waited and saw a peacock bird coming out. The old man smiled and saw this weak and innocent bird. The basic creature also felt the magnificence of life, and suddenly he laughed as if suddenly enlightened, saying:

   "Ah...so that's the case, my Buddha, is this what you see?"

   "Creation, residence, destruction, and emptiness are already reincarnation."

   "When a monk dies, he is still alive."

   "Life and death are like this."

   "Life and death are like this."

  The old monk stretched out his hand and gently touched the newborn peacock, and the peacock touched him.

  This weak creature seems to have endless magnificence.

  The old man sighed with a smile, and sat away in the great sun.

   "Cheng live bad space, the world's creatures..."

   "How graceful."

  PS:

  "Tao Shu Aids to the Gods"-Morning bells and evening drums to summon all spirits, it is said that the majesty of the grand palaces and the atmosphere of Hongshan Mausoleum must be morning and evening every day, and there must be no mistakes.

  (end of this chapter)