Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　Wuxin just came back from down the mountain.

　　Zen Master Lingyou and Wuxin sat and debated the law.

　　"A monk and a butcher are neighbors. The butcher calls the monk to recite the scriptures every day, and the monk calls the butcher to work every day. Master, why did the butcher enter the bliss of the West a hundred years later, while the monk was forced to go to hell?"

　　"Because the butcher calls the monk up to recite the scriptures every day, this is a good deed, and the monk calls the butcher up to kill every day, this is an evil deed." Zen Master Lingyou paused and gave the answer, "Wuxin, this is the cause and effect, "

　　"cause and effect?"

　　"What nonsense is this." Wuxin frowned and couldn't help scolding.

　　"Wuxin, be careful! This is Buddhism!!"

　　"What about Buddhism, that master... Wuxin still has a question I want to ask..."

　　"You said."

　　"Why do good people have to go through ninety-nine-eighty-one hardships to become Buddhas, while wicked people can become Buddhas on the spot as long as they put down the butcher's knife?" Wuxin asked again.

　　This time, Zen Master Lingyou fell into a long silence.

　　His white eyebrows seemed to become even whiter.

　　After a long while, he replied, "Because putting down the butcher's knife is more difficult than the former."

　　"Then if a wicked person becomes a Buddha, what about the creatures who were slaughtered by him before, wouldn't he be wronged and die in vain? Is such a Buddha still qualified to be worshipped by others?" Wuxin couldn't help but ask again.

　　"A Buddha is a Buddha, why can't he be worshipped by others?"

　　"I'm just for those who died under his sword. It's not worth it. Now it seems that Buddha... also has selfishness." Wuxin looked serious.

　　"Enough, Wuxin, your thinking is a little extreme! I didn't expect that this trip down the mountain would actually make your Buddha's heart dust." Zen Master Lingyou frowned.

　　"No, Master, it's not that I'm extreme, but the Buddha is wrong!"

　　"This trip down the mountain has strengthened my point of view."

　　Unintentionally gave a solemn reply.

　　……

　　"On that day, I saw with my own eyes the Buddha's light with the swastika behind Wuxin's body, and it kept turning black. It was a sign of being in a demon. In desperation, I could only bear the pain and imprisoned him under the Leifeng Pagoda. This pass is ten years. ."

　　In the end, Zen Master Lingyou said, in the depths of his eyes, an irresistible tinge of pain flashed.

　　"It's just a dispute over Buddhism, no matter how intense it is, it doesn't need to be directly suppressed for ten years." Fa Hai asked.

　　He felt that the punishment was a bit heavy.

　　Zen Master Lingyou listened, but said with emotion, "After so many years, Wuxin is still the most talented disciple I have ever seen.

　　"In this regard, you... are not as good as him."

　　"But it is precisely because of his extremely high talent that the teacher dare not let him out of the mountain."

　　"Two flowers on the other shore, Buddha and devil in one thought."

　　"Fahai, you have to remember that you must not follow the old path of your senior brother."

　　Zen Master Lingyou spoke earnestly and exhorted.

　　Fahai listened and did not dare to ask any more.I can only hurriedly bow, put my palms together and say, "Yes, Abbot."

　　The two said, and finally walked into the interior of Leifeng Pagoda.

　　The Lei Feng Pagoda has nine floors in total, and the higher you go, the more terrifying the monsters are.

　　And Wuxin is the most ex-Buddha.

　　Naturally, he was imprisoned on the top floor of Leifeng Pagoda!

　　The two entered it and went straight to the ninth floor.

　　On the first eight floors, Fa Hai walked by, only to feel that the demonic energy was overwhelming and unbearable.

　　But to the ninth floor.

　　But it was like suddenly entering the Jade Tower of the Immortal Palace from the Asura Purgatory.

　　Not only is there not the slightest bit of magic here.

　　Instead, it was bathed in endless Buddha light.

　　In the middle of the top, there are thirty-six Buddha bone relics that keep spinning.

　　On the four sides of the dome, it was filled with Buddhist, Taoist and Sanskrit characters with golden blood.

　　The glory of the Buddha here is Fahai, and I also feel heart palpitations.

　　"Fahai, this is the top floor of my Leifeng Pagoda. This is where the painstaking efforts of the past dynasties of my Jinshan Temple are gathered. When I see the [-] Buddha bone relics above the sky, this is because my Jinshan Temple has passed away. They form the core of the entire Leifeng Pagoda formation. With it, ordinary monsters, let alone come here, just take a look, they will be directly transformed by this Buddha light and sent to the Western bliss."

　　Zen Master Lingyou stopped here and explained the situation.

　　"As expected, I am worthy of the name of the treasure of Jinshan Temple."

　　Fa Hai listened, put his palms together, and couldn't help but praise.

　　Deeper in awe.

　　But at the same time, he was even more curious about the former Buddha.

　　This level of Buddha light, if it is really enchanted, it should be refined into ashes in minutes.

　　The former Buddha, Wuxin... Is he really still alive?

　　Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look up and look towards the field.

　　The depths of endless Buddha light.

　　He could vaguely see a young monk in white sitting on the ground, silently reading various Buddhist scriptures.

　　Needless to say, this person is the former Buddhist son of Jinshan Temple, Wuxin! .

Chapter 3

　　3. I want those Buddhas to disappear! [For flowers, for collections]

　　"Master, it's been ten years, but it's rare for you to come to see me."

　　Hear movement behind him.

　　Wuxin put down the scriptures in his hand.

　　Turning his head, he smiled back.

　　He smiled.

　　Like the warm sun in winter.

　　Fa Hai was in a trance, and actually felt that the Buddha's light in this place was blazing a lot.

　　Looking at each other again, that jade-like stalwart face.

　　The original dissatisfaction with the gathering in my heart was completely dissipated.

　　It was also at this time that he understood why it was not until this time.

　　In Jinshan Temple, there are still many people who are still thinking about Wuxin.

　　The other party's temperament.

　　Even if there is no cultivation, it feels like the reincarnation of the Buddha, and every move is full of Zen.

　　It's hard to imagine why such a person would become the devil in the master's mouth.

　　Fahai thought, looking a little puzzled.

　　Next to Zen Master Lingyou, I heard Wuxin say this.

　　There was also a touch of complexity in the depths of his eyes.

　　But this time, I didn't say much

　　Putting his palms together, he instead recited a Buddha's name, and said:

　　"Amitabha, Wuxin, this time for the teacher, is for the Buddha's son's instrument."

　　"Buddha's magic weapon?"

　　"That's right, when you became a Buddhist son, the master gave you the golden bowl of Daluo walking around the world, as well as the Yunlong cassock. Today, the new Buddhist son of Jinshan Temple has been established. According to the rules, you have to hand over these things. "

　　"New Buddha?"

　　Wuxin turned his head, as if he had guessed something, and looked at Fa Hai next to him with curious eyes.

　　Fa Hai saw this, put his hands together, and immediately bowed.

　　But he didn't speak.

　　Wuxin looked at him like this, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

　　Just looking at it, Fa Hai felt a chill in his heart.

　　At that moment, it was like being seen through the past and present.

　　"Are you Fahai?" he opened his mouth and asked suddenly.

　　"Yes, Senior Brother." Fa Hai nodded respectfully.

　　Unintentionally nodding slightly,

　　After a while, he said again. "You are very good, and your talent is extremely high, but there should be a doom in the future. You have to remember that when you deal with it, you must uphold your original intention and don't be fooled by foreign objects."

　　Wuxin's voice was serious, as if seeing through Fahai's future.

　　Fa Hai listened, lost his mind for a while, not knowing what to say.

　　Seeing this scene, Zen Master Lingyou frowned and couldn't help but whisper.

　　"Okay, Wuxin, you can hand over the Buddha's son's instrument and that's it. Others, needless to say so much."

　　However, when Wuxin listened at this time, she shook her head.

　　Zen Master Lingyou watched, his brows furrowed even tighter.