Chapter 2134 Incineration
"Amitabha, the immortal has misunderstood the poor monk!" Cihui raised his head and looked at the woman and said, "The poor monk was not asked by this little monk. The poor monk just wanted to... such a smart little monk, such a wise man. Tantric Buddhist disciples, what can a poor monk do to lead him into the right path of my Buddhist practice? Should the poor monk find a senior monk to teach him, or should the poor monk do it himself? "
Xiao Hua was shocked, glanced at the young monk up and down, and asked lightly: "Is it possible that the poor monk is so stubborn in front of the master? Then the poor monk asked the master, what is the right path and what is the evil path? You If you have not yet achieved fruition, how do you know which path is the right path? Even if the master achieves fruition, will your path be the right path? Will your path be the right path for the poor monk? Is it certain that the path will lead to fruition?”
After hearing this, Cihui's face became even more bitter, as if she had Coptis chinensis in her mouth. She lowered her head and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, seeing the little monk today, the poor monk thought of the poor monk in the past. I don't know. The sky is high and the earth is thick. I don’t know how vast the sea and the sky are. I don’t know that there are many mysteries in this world that cannot be known by others. Human beings are just dust in the world. They can turn their hands to make clouds and turn their hands to rain. It's ridiculous. What else can a person do besides be arrogant, arrogant, and contemptuous? Only when one truly realizes one's own insignificance can one truly cultivate. It depends on how many Buddhist scriptures are read, how many good results are achieved! Even the poor monk said that the words in the Buddhist scriptures can kill people, but only the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures can make people live!"
The first half of Ci Hui's words made Xiao Hua sigh with emotion. It was exactly what he thought, but the second half puzzled Xiao Hua again! but. Xiao Hua could also see that Ci Hui's words were indeed from the bottom of his heart and had nothing to hide. The first Buddhist master Xiao Hua met was Han Zhu. Han Zhu was a complete liar and deceived Xiao Hua miserably. Later, Xiao Hua met several Buddhist disciples, but none of them left anything good for him. Impression, that’s why. Even the old monk who had just gone to the west could not completely change Xiao Hua's dislike of the Buddha Sect. At this time, Ci Hui had just met him, and she actually thought so much about herself and was worried about herself. This really made Xiao Hua wary. He didn't know what kind of medicine Ci Hui was selling in his gourd.
"If you can understand the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures, you can still achieve the result even if you throw the Buddhist scriptures behind your head!" Cihui obviously didn't know what Xiao Hua was thinking, and still said, "If you can't understand the spirit, then you can learn it carefully. Read the Buddhist scriptures to truly understand the great aspirations of the Buddha. Simply showing off and explaining the words can only lead to a dead end, not even a wrong path!"
"Master, have you made a generalization?" Xiao Hua said lightly with a sense of victory in his heart.
Ci Hui's face was still sad, as if Xiao Hua's every word made him heartache. It was like a knife piercing his heart.
"Young monk, you don't need to say more. I'll ask you three questions. Do you think it's true or not?" Cihui asked regretfully.
"Master, please speak!" Xiao Hua nodded, he wanted to see what this young monk had to say.
"You have made great progress in practicing Buddhist techniques.
If it is not as expected by the poor monk, I am afraid that it has already reached the realm of Rugou? "
"Yes, what the master said is true!" Xiao Hua frowned slightly, not wanting to answer, but after thinking about it for a while, he said honestly.
"You have studied very few Buddhist scriptures. Even the poor monk thought that you might not have read even one!"
Xiao Hua raised his eyebrows. He had indeed never read it before today, but at this moment, he had already read half of the Buddhist scriptures in the Niwan Palace. Xiao Hua looked at the woman who pursed her lips and smiled, sighed, nodded and said: "What the master said is true."
"Is this the third question?" Cihui turned to look at the woman and smiled bitterly, "The poor monk suspects... that this young monk is not a Buddhist disciple of the Pure Land world at all!"
"What?" Xiao Hua was surprised, even more shocked. He spoke a little slowly at the beginning, just to adapt to the speech in the Pure Land world that was somewhat similar to Sanskrit. Now, he has become extremely proficient, asking himself that it is impossible for others to see it. Unexpectedly, Ci Hui revealed his origin. Therefore, Xiao Hua couldn't help but touch his nose and said with a wry smile, "Master, where did this come from?"
"Little monk..." The woman smiled, as if she was playing a double act with Ci Hui, "What Immortal Ci Hui means is... you are just a newly ordained monk. Even if you have never heard the name of Immortal Ci Hui before, you can After all, he is the senior of the generation with the courtesy name. Look at you, what kind of master is this? Do any Buddhist disciples call you senior like that? Also, where did your title of Tipu come from? As far as I know, there is no such generation in the Pure Land world!”
After hearing this, Xiao Hua felt confident in his heart and said with a smile: "Didn't Master Cihui just say it well? The poor monk has never read any Buddhist scriptures and does not know the seniority of the Buddhist sect. That is, when the two came to the Snow Mountain Having just been ordained before, Master Cihui looks so young, as if he is younger than the poor monk. If he had not seen these two powerful men, the poor monk would not have called him master!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua squinted at the green lion and the strange bird parked not far away.
"You don't have to say it!" The bitterness on Ci Hui's face did not diminish. She looked at the old monk on the grooved wooden board and asked, "What is the name of this elder?"
"The poor monk doesn't know!" Xiao Hua shook his head, "The poor monk asked me when he came, but the elder didn't answer, and he didn't give the poor monk any dharma title!"
"Tantrism, Tantric Buddhism!" Ci Hui sighed, "I don't know what to say! Tantric Buddhism has continued to this day, so it won't pass on apostasy to the young monks who have just started, right?"
"Master, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it!" Xiao Hua replied, "We will wait until the poor monk incinerates the elder's body and takes out the elder's relics and merits."
"Just start..." Cihui nodded, took two steps forward and came to the wooden board, clasped her hands together, and began to mutter something in her mouth. The voice was very rhythmic. Although it was not loud, it could clearly float within three feet. Wisps of Buddha light emitted from Cihui's body and slowly covered the old monk's body.
"Amitabha..." Xiao Hua also recited the "Rebirth Mantra", walked forward, lit the wooden board with the oil lamp in his hand, and the bright yellow flames on the wooden board gradually rose, slowly wrapping the old monk's body. , Xiao Hua felt a little desolate in his heart. This old monk stayed here for nearly a hundred years. In the end, only this fire accompanied him, and everything turned into smoke and dust flying in the air.
"You can start, little monk!" Seeing the flames getting bigger, Xiao Hua lowered his head and recited, and Ci Hui beside him couldn't help but remind him.
"Start? Start with what?" Xiao Hua was surprised, stopped reciting, and looked up at Ci Hui.
Ci Hui was stunned and blurted out: "You...don't you want to burn out this elder's relics?"
Xiao Hua had a sudden thought in his heart. He secretly thought that something was wrong. While he hurriedly asked the Buddha's relics to turn over Buddhist scriptures and scriptures, he bit the bullet and said, "After burning the elder's skin, won't the relics naturally come out?"
"Alas... I'd better come here, poor monk. If you wait a moment, it'll be too late!" Cihui opened his mouth to explain, but looking at the flames, he had no choice but to slap his forehead with his hand. A ray of Buddha light flew out from the top of his head, and then his hands again It was a pinch, and it turned out to be a Buddha Seal that Xiao Hua had never seen before!
"Little monk..." The woman next to her lowered her head solemnly, but at this time she couldn't help but speak again, "Relics are the foundation for the cultivation of Buddhist disciples in ordinary Buddhist sects. Presumably, the young monk himself should also have relics, right? Before these Buddhist disciples go to the west, they will use the secret techniques of Buddhism to condense their karma and merit into their own relics. When the Buddha's fire burns their physical bodies, those karma will be condensed into the relics and integrated with the relics. . The relics can protect the Buddha's karma in this life and prepare for the Buddha's cultivation in the next life. But this elder seems to be very old. I am afraid that he has no Buddhist practice and is just an ordinary monk. These monks cannot. Condensing one's own karma and merit, even if the relics can be produced after burning the body with Buddhist fire, they will only be molten bones and other objects. They have no other purpose than to be used as a memorial for people to look up to. Their karma and merit can only be retained by external forces... To be honest, Immortal Ci Hui does not have such magical powers, and all he can do is produce relics, and this relic is not that relic!"
Xiao Hua suddenly realized and said with a wry smile: "The poor monk really doesn't know!"
The woman glanced sideways at Xiao Hua and shook her head slightly: "It seems like you really don't know! You have nothing but Buddhist cultivation!"
While speaking, Cihui had already formed a seal with his hands, and the Buddha's light emitting from his forehead condensed in the Buddha's seal, just like the nine-character mantra in Xiao Hua's mouth, "Go~" Cihui saw the golden characters in the Buddha's seal condensed, and put his hands Lifting it up, with a slight scolding in his mouth, the fist-sized golden letters flew out of Cihui's hand...
The brilliance of the golden mantra was extremely bright, Xiao Hua's eyes closed slightly, and at this moment, something strange happened. The old monk's body, which was lying motionless on the wooden board, suddenly moved. The monk's tightly closed eyes also opened, and his turbid eyes looked up at the sky blankly. But in just a moment, the Buddha's fire and the Buddha's light had already reflected in his eyes, and a kind of expression appeared on the old monk's face, which was like orange peel. I felt a rare feeling of relief and relaxation, as if I had put down a heavy burden. My lips were trembling slightly. Judging from the mouth shape, it should be "South Gate Maitreya Buddha~". However, before the old monk could speak, the forbidden Buddhist words in Cihui's hand had changed from the size of a fist to the size of a foot, covering the entire groove on the foot of the mountain. "Boom..." On the wooden board, the old monk's body appeared. Above, the Buddha's fire was so powerful that it actually turned into a pair of third-grade lotuses, completely submerging the old monk!
The old monk smiled, and the turbidity in his eyes disappeared. A kind of clarity flashed through, and the relaxed smile and the satisfaction of seeking benevolence and benevolence condensed on his face... (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome Please come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go and read).