One Piece's Flow is Like Fire

"you lose!"

"Thank you for your mercy."

"I feel great fighting with you today." He jumped off the stage as he spoke.

"Dugu Xin wins. Tomorrow's last game, Zhang Yang's Dugu Xin."

Then the crowd gradually dispersed.

The contest was over, and the people in the stands gradually dispersed.Zhang Yang and several people walked at the end of the crowd. Some of the people in front were talking about today's competition, and some people were heading down the mountain.

"You go back first, I want to walk around alone."

The other people didn't say anything, just walked away quietly. Everyone knows that when Zhang Yang said that he wanted to walk alone, he had something to think about, and he could not be disturbed at this time.

The scorching sun in the sky is still like fire, and occasionally a little wind is also suffocating heat.Zhang Yang walked quietly, without direction or goal.Unconsciously, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, but Zhang Yang didn't notice it at this time. At this time, his mind was blank, and there was nothing like a walking corpse without any thoughts. on the way.

"bump!"

Suddenly he felt his body being touched, and he woke up from that state of ignorance.

"Don't you have eyes, don't you see anyone? Do you think you're a great person in the martial arts? Humph!"

Then go to the main hall.

Zhang Yang wasn't angry either, just smiled slightly, as if what happened just now didn't happen at all.Others around him sighed slightly when they saw him act like this.

He ignored the opinions of the people around him, and only raised his head slightly to realize that he had already arrived at the Daxiong Palace.

At this time, there were a lot of people in the hall, and there were still people coming in and out.Zhang Yang also raised his feet and walked towards the hall, quietly took three sticks of incense, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

Zhang Yang didn't believe in Buddhism, but when he stood under the Buddha statue and looked at the Buddha statue, he felt that he seemed very small, as if there was an invisible aura constantly emitting from the Buddha statue, which gave him a sense of surrender. Feel.Withdrawing his gaze, he turned and walked into the side hall next to him. After entering the side hall, he realized that there were bursts of Zen sounds coming from the front. source of sound.Above the lintel hangs a simple plaque with only two simple words - Zen Room.It's just the word "Zen", which gave him some indescribable taste. He shook his head. He was no longer struggling. He walked into the meditation room. All of them were wearing monk robes with their heads shaved without exception, and everyone was there singing the sound of the Buddha seriously.

Zhang Yang walked in gently, found a futon in the back and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and sat there quietly listening.

Although he couldn't understand what it was, listening to this Buddha sound gave him a very relaxed and comfortable feeling, and he began to sing along with other people's chants.I don't know how long it took, but he sang quietly like this.

Suddenly he felt as if the surrounding sound disappeared, he stopped singing and opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a monk standing in front of him,

The monk saw him open his eyes and put his hands together: "Donor, the meditation room is about to close."

He stood up, "I'm sorry, Master, I was fascinated just now."

"Haha! It doesn't matter, I think the donor seems to be a very good Buddha."

With a wry smile, "Master laughed, but I just came here by accident and was attracted."

"Then it seems that the buddha nature of the donor is very high."

"Master, I don't know what scripture was just chanted."

"Just now it was the "Bodhisattva Heart Sutra", also known as the "Heart Sutra"."

"Then I wonder if the master can give me a copy!"

"Okay, please come with me, please."

Then the monk brought Zhang Yang to a room, and the monk handed him a scripture.

"This is the "Many Heart Sutra". The front is Sanskrit and the back is Chinese. If the donor has any doubts, he can come to the poor monk."

"Thank you, Master, I haven't asked the Master's name yet."

The road was quiet and there was no one in sight. Zhang Yang quickly returned to his room.Instead of looking for other people, he sat quietly under the lamp and opened the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".The Chinese part is written in correct lowercase, and the characters are written very smoothly and squarely. It can be seen that the mood of the copyist is very peaceful and relaxed.

Chapter 1030 Translated by Master Xuanzang

Zhang Yang read slowly:

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deep prajna-paramita, sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering.Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of perception, thought, action, and consciousness.Shariputra, these dharmas are empty, neither arising nor perishing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.Therefore, the sky has no form, no feelings, thoughts, actions, consciousness, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, color, sound, smell, touch, Dharma, vision, and even the unconscious realm.There is no ignorance, and there is no end of ignorance, even without old age and death, and no end of old age and death.Without suffering, there is no path to cessation, and without wisdom, there is no gain.Because there is no gain, the Bodhisattva, relying on Prajna Paramita, has no hindrance in the mind, no hindrance, no fear, and is far away from upside-down dreams, and finally Nirvana.All the Buddhas of the three times, by virtue of Prajna Paramita, attained Anuttarasamyaksabodhi.Therefore, we know that Prajna Paramita is the great divine mantra, the great bright mantra, the unsurpassed mantra, and the unparalleled mantra. It can remove all suffering, and it is true and not false.Therefore, when the Prajna-Paramita mantra is said, the mantra is said: Jieti Jieji, Parajkaji, Parasangja Jieji, Bodhisapaha.

There are notes after:

This book was translated by Master Xuanzang.

And then there are some other notes that follow.

Zhang Yang read it over and over again, trying to realize the state of being in the meditation room, but after reading it for a long time, he didn't have that feeling.

Putting down the book, turning off the light, a person walked out again and leaped to the roof.The moon in the sky is gradually getting round, and the stars are gradually increasing. Although there is no feeling of the vast starry sky, Haihuasi makes people feel a little different.

Zhang Yang raised his head and looked at the night sky. There was no blank space in his mind. The occasional cool breeze caressed his face, but he didn't feel anything.

In fact, it's not that he just didn't think about anything in his mind, it just seemed to be wandering in the sky.

At this time, Zhang Yang felt that he was in a very large space, and in this space it was dark and only a little bit of light flashed away occasionally.And his own body was like being in the water. He controlled his body to keep swimming forward, and he didn't know how long it took to finally see a light. This light was different from the fleeting light in front of him. , it seems to stop there forever and ever.Seeing this ray of light, Zhang Yang swam faster, and as he struggled to swim, the little light became bigger and bigger, and gradually appeared in front of him.

It was a large window, which looked ordinary, but gave people a sense of eternity and eternity.Zhang Yang controlled his body and came to the window.

Through the window, he saw a very large tree. Under the tree, an immortal old man was sitting with his eyes closed and a sword on his knee.

The tree is very big and tall, and occasionally the wind blows the leaves, and of course the old man's beard and robe.

The sound of the wind blowing the leaves that should have been publicized was not heard.

Suddenly the old man opened his eyes, and there was a sparkle in his eyes, and Zhang Yang hurried to the side.After a while, he returned to the window again, only to see that the old man had stood up and the sword was unsheathed. He stood there quietly, but his eyes were closed again. After a while, the old man began to move. It's just that the tree behind the old man doesn't know where to go.

At this time, the old man was standing on the top of a high mountain, but the figure of the old man was too small compared to the lofty mountain peak.