As the downfall of the Republic of China, there was a Taoist priest named Uncle Jiu

"Brother seems to know the body Buddha very well?" Gu Zhou asked.

Wuxiang was silent for a while, the smile on his face disappeared, his indifference was like iron stone, his eyes were deep, like the bottomless sea, after a while, he said: "Nine out of ten of the so-called body Buddhas in the world are man-made. .”

"A real Buddha in the flesh is actually a Buddha in the flesh, with an indestructible body. Generally, those who can become Buddhas in the flesh are eminent monks who have attained the Tao with profound cultivation. After passing away, the body of the Buddha is indestructible."

"The other so-called physical Buddhas are some monks who have practiced to a certain level, and they will not know their own death date. Before passing away, they stop eating, start fasting, and only drink special medicinal liquid."

"What medicine?"

"Every temple is different."

"After the monk passes away, he will be put into the jar. The jar will be covered with lime charcoal and filled with spices. Then it will be sealed and placed for three years. This is commonly known as 'sitting jar', also called 'urn burial'."

"Sitting in a tank?"

"Yes. Sitting in a tank."

Wuxiang nodded.And went on to say:

"After 3 years, if the tank is opened, if the body is incorruptible and incorruptible, it will prove that it has become a vajra indestructible body. It will be enshrined in gold and worshiped by monks and the world!"

"What if the corpse rots after opening the tank?"

Gu Zhou asked.

Wuxiang sneered and said:

"That proves that those who sit in the vat have not practiced enough. They will cremate the corpse. Lime charcoal has an antiseptic effect, and there is a chance to keep the corpse uncorrupted. But what does this have to do with the real body Buddha who has passed away and achieved the body of a vajra indestructible?" What about the relationship?"

He suddenly sighed: "But those believers believe in this. As long as there is a Buddha in the flesh in a temple, the incense in that temple will definitely be much stronger."

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The mountain where Lingci Temple is located is not high. You can see the temple of Lingci Temple at the foot of the mountain.

There are so many pilgrims going up and down the mountain, men, women, old and young, in an endless stream.

Because of the large number of pilgrims, a market was formed at the foot of the mountain, and shops were built, crowded with people and busy with traffic.

Gu Zhou has inquired that the land of the market at the foot of the mountain belongs to Lingci Temple, and these shops also belong to Lingci Temple, and they need to pay rent.

Just at the foot of the mountain, Gu Zhou's impression of Lingci Temple has dropped a lot.

Buddhism is a pure place, but the monks of Lingci Temple actually set up a market at the foot of the mountain, which is more prosperous than any other place in the county.

Can monks who get into the eyes of money still calm down and study Buddhism?

Not long after, we had climbed to the top of the mountain and saw Lingci Temple.

The Lingci Temple is very grand, more grand than any building in the county.

The sound of the chanting of Buddhist chants, melodious and melodious, seemed to come from an unknown distance, spreading all over the temple.

All the buildings are covered with three-color glazed tiles, and the color is as new, but I don't know whether it is because the monks in the temple are diligent in cleaning, or the quality of the tiles is so good.Especially the peacock blue among the three colors is the most dazzling.You can imagine the brilliant scene under the sunlight.

The palaces are wonderful, splendid and majestic.

The sunlight reflected by the three-color glazed tiles makes people feel like facing the western sky, full of Buddha's light.

Nine out of ten ordinary people in this environment will be shocked and feel a sense of insignificance and admiration, as if their whole body is being baptized in the light of Buddha, sincerely worshiping 0  …

When you enter the door, you can see a bronze statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva enshrined in the middle of the square, riding on the back of a golden lion, as high as two feet high.Painted plastic gold ornaments, quite bold.

A large incense burner is placed in front of the Manjusri altar, and the burning sandalwood is sending out a large amount of fragrance, which permeates the whole space, making the pilgrims' mood calm down and infecting the atmosphere of birth.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Wuxiang laughed and said, "The Buddha's light shines everywhere, saving all living beings? A joke! A big joke!"

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In a meditation room of Lingci Temple, Wuxin sat cross-legged. There were three old monks in the meditation room. They were all old, their skin was like chicken skin, and their faces were covered with age spots. They seemed to be dying soon.

Suddenly, Wuxin stood up: "You said that Yuanjue closed the gate of life and death. When I went up the mountain, I was told to leave the gate in about ten days. I have been waiting for ten days. It's time for him to leave the gate!"

An old monk with bad legs and feet got up slowly, clasped his hands together: "Uncle Wuxin, I just said that Senior Brother Yuanjue will leave the customs in at least ten days, we are not sure about the real time, maybe half a month, maybe a month." indefinite."

Wuxin calmly said: "You said ten days, I waited for ten days, now, immediately, immediately notify Yuanjue..."

"Wuxin 5.2 Senior Uncle, Senior Brother Yuanjue is closed to life and death, once disturbed..."

Wuxin looked at him suddenly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "I am his master, if I disturbed his retreat, how dare he blame me?"

A hundred years ago, he had been a monk in Lingci Temple for ten years, and he took in an orphan as his disciple. It was Yuanjue, and his affection was not much worse than that of his own son.

These old monks are all monks of the same generation as Yuanjue.

For decades, he only met Yuanjue a few times, but now, his face has not changed, these monks are already very old.

Ten days ago when I went up the mountain, I was told that Yuan Jue had already retreated.

The three old monks looked at each other, and one old monk stood up: "Since Uncle Wuxin said so, I will go and inform Senior Brother Yuanjue. If he knows that Uncle Wu has returned, he must be overjoyed."

"I hope so." Wuxin said indifferently.

Chapter 165 My Buddha's Anger

Ten minutes later, the old monk came back with a heavy face.

Staring at him carelessly.

In the end, he let out a long sigh: "Uncle Wuxin, please express your condolences, Senior Brother Yuanjue... he has passed away."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the meditation room seemed to freeze. The other two old monks chanted Amitabha Buddha, clasped their hands together, and slightly closed their eyes.

Wuxin was silent for a while, her lips trembled a few times, her eyes were full of sadness: "When did Yuanjue pass away, take me to see him."

This heartless, soulless person felt that the whole world suddenly became extremely quiet.

Everything around him began to have double images, his voice began to blur, and he couldn't feel his own body.

His brain was shut down, without any thought fluctuations, he just stood there stupidly, staring blankly at the old monk.

For thousands of years, he has known that he is special, and his eternal youth makes him look like a monster. A hundred years ago, he mustered up the courage to try to get in touch with people at close range.

So I had a friend, who was an old man in his 60s, who belonged to the year-end friends, and passed away within a few years of acquaintance.

He was in so much pain that he went to Lingci Temple to become a monk and adopted an orphan as his son.

When Yuanjue grew up, he left Lingci Temple.

He has tried both friendship and family affection.

He wants to try love, but he wants to have love is too difficult, no hometown, no origin, no family, no relatives, and poor.

Based on his qualifications, it seems that he is only suitable to be a door-to-door son-in-law, but his secret can be kept hidden for a while, but not for a lifetime.

A son-in-law who is eternally youthful is enough to make the whole family of his parents-in-law terrified.

What's more, there is no need for a lifetime, and if we live together day and night for a little longer, his doubts will be enough to make everyone inside and outside the house uneasy.

Wuxin used to be very close to people, and wanted to find a girl to be with her, but she showed her flaws for a long time, and was burned and beaten many times by people as a monster.

To him, burning and beating felt like a unified pain.

He was very sad and afraid of pain, so he gradually lived in isolation and continued to be his wandering monk.

Probably during the Tongzhi period, Wuxin finally fell in love.A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl fell in love with him, and after knowing all his details, she still loved him.

After ten years, the daughter-in-law began to look like his mother.Sensing that the neighbors were starting to gossip, Wuxin took his daughter-in-law into the mountains and spent time in isolation.

In the end, the daughter-in-law died of old age, peacefully and without illness.

Wuxin cut down a big tree to make a coffin with tears in his eyes. On the day his wife was buried, he squatted firmly in front of the grave and covered his eyes with the old handkerchief left by his wife.

Not long after I went down the mountain, my son, whom I regarded as my own, passed away again.

He has experienced the departure of his lover and friends, but he still hasn't learned to look down on life and death.

When the apprentice who regarded him as his own child was told that he had passed away.

His seemingly real and illusory heart felt a real sting.

Several old monks looked at each other, and the old monk standing at the door said solemnly: "Uncle Wuxin, please mourn. Brother Yuanjue passed away without suffering any pain. It is a great fortune for me to become a Buddha in Lingci Temple! It is also a grand event for the Buddhist sect."

"Senior Brother Yuanjue has become a Buddha in the flesh, so it is reasonable to hold a Dharma meeting for my Buddhist followers to come and see the golden body of Brother Yuanjue. However, the matter of the Buddha in the flesh is no small matter. We are too old to preside over it. Since Uncle Wuxin is here, It is most appropriate for you to preside over the ceremony."

The old monk looked extremely admiring.

Flesh body Buddha is the achievement of great virtuous and eminent monks.

Every body Buddha is recorded in history, and its name goes down in history.

And Lingci Temple has another flesh-body Buddha, which is enough to push the incense scene of Lingci Temple to another peak.

"Take me to see Yuanjue!"

After Wuxin closed his eyes and slowly opened them, all his emotions had disappeared, and he was as calm as a deep pool, making it hard for people to see clearly what he was thinking.

"Senior brother Yuanjue is still in retreat, we will take the uncle to see him right now."

The old monk led the way, Wuxin followed behind, and the other two old monks were the last to exchange eyes secretly.

Arriving at the place where Yuanjue retreated, Wuxin immediately saw a flesh Buddha sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The man's eyebrows are white, his eyebrows are two inches long, and his beard is one foot long. He has benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes. He has passed away for ten days.

There is even a faint fragrance in the body, and a faint golden color on the skin.

From the outside, this is a real body Buddha.

tread!

tread!

tread!

Wuxin approached Yuanjue step by step, every step was heavy on the ground, deafening, which made the hearts of some people with ulterior motives tremble.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Standing in front of Yuanjue, Wuxin could touch him with her hand, staring at the lifelike Yuanjue with sad eyes.

Wuxin raised her hand, and slowly stroked Yuanjue's head, face, and shoulders, and memories about him emerged.

The sadness in his eyes grew stronger.

He regards him as his own disciple.

Just passed away like this!

Do not!

Not passing away!

but dead!

Was killed by someone!

They thought they could be so fooled!

Although I have no strength!

But my eyes cannot allow me to be blinded!

Buddha is merciful!

Purdue sentient beings!

How many people have fallen into the sea of ​​suffering through Buddhism?

600 But I can't get through the monks of Lingci Temple, there are hundreds of monks up and down, ignorant, ignorant, and greedy.

He was blinded by money, fame and fortune, lost his mind, and lost his conscience.

"Senior Brother Wuxin, Senior Brother Yuanjue has great virtues and great kindness. You should be happy that you have become a Buddha in the flesh." An old monk stepped forward to comfort him.

Wuxin turned around slowly, stared at him firmly, and said coldly: "Yuan Shang, how did Yuan Jue die!"

Yuan Shang said: "Uncle Wuxin, Senior Brother Yuanjue passed away after failing in the death test..."

"One of the five precepts of Buddhism is the precept not to tell lies. You still want to lie to me?"

Wuxin stared at Yuanshang angrily, and shouted, "Tell me! How did Yuanjue die!"

"Uncle, my condolences."

"Uncle, we know that you are too sad to accept it, but senior brother Yuanjue passed away because of the failure of retreat."