Chapter 719: Relics of Tathagata!

Chapter 719 Relic...Tathagata!

Ping Dushan is not within the scope of the remaining pages of the Book of Life and Death. What he can see through the secluded area cannot be very detailed, but this naturally does not trouble him. With his newly formed will and his methods, he can ask for what he wants. .

However, he is not a murderous person after all.

After more than ten years of ups and downs, Yang Yu never thought that he was a good person in the ordinary sense. Killing people like hemp is not enough to describe him.

But he is not bloodthirsty.

He abides by the precepts of "violating the law" and has a ruler in his heart. He has something to kill and something not to kill.

As Jie Se said, today's Zen sect, and even Buddhism, has almost no soil for observing the precepts. There are many people who are addicted to enjoyment and are fond of leisure and hate work.

But after all, there are good people out there, so if you kill them all, you won't be killed.

What's more, Bodhidharma asked him to clean up the sect on his behalf, but it was not to destroy the Zen sect. Therefore, Yang Yu's methods were rare and gentle.

Except for those who did commit serious crimes, most of them violated the rules and precepts of Zen Buddhism, but there were no serious evildoers. He just gave up his martial arts.

In the mountains and forests, the smell of blood is quite strong. Unable to bear the huge gap in losing martial arts, the sound of wailing can be heard for ten miles.

"The God of Killing, the God of Killing..."

Walking out of the forest, the monks of Fulong Temple stayed away from each other. Many monks' hands and feet were trembling. They could not escape the poisonous hands.

Six people were deprived of their martial arts skills, including even the current head of Fulong Temple, who quit killing...

"Amitabha……"

On the top of the barren mountain, he glanced back at the many fellow disciples who were far away from him. He had a complex look on his face, and his clasped hands could not help but tremble.

After more than ten years of nurturing and twenty years of teaching martial arts, he naturally couldn't bear his master's martial arts to be abolished, but how could he stop the one next to him.

Huhu~

On the protruding bluestone beside the cliff, Yang Yu sat cross-legged in silence, looking down at the sea of ​​clouds, his mind flying to the dark side.

For him at this time, dealing with these monks is naturally not a burden, whether it is psychological or martial arts.

The old monk named Jie Sha in Fulong Temple was not inferior to Xu Jing in martial arts, and he even had special skills, but he didn't cripple many of his hands and feet.

Ninety percent of his thoughts were hidden in nothingness, in the fantasy world of immortals and demons that he could not trace and explore...

"Donor Yang."

Looking at Yang Yu who was sitting quietly in the wind, Jiese suddenly spoke:

"What would you do if someone very close to you committed an unforgivable sin?"

"Is the little monk unable to bear the guilt or even blaming me?"

His thoughts were like watching fire, and Yang Yu knew why he asked this question.

Jiese was silent for a moment, then asked again:

"Donor Yang hasn't answered the young monk yet."

"You want to ask me whether I treat everyone equally and whether there are double standards in my heart because of distance and distance?"

Yang Prison looked back and glanced at him lightly:

"What answer do you want?"

There was another moment of silence, Jiese lowered his head and said in a harsh voice:

"The purpose of my Zen sect is to uphold the precepts, understand the mind, and see one's nature. It aims to abandon the six desires and seven emotions and see the true nature of the self...

But human nature is like this, can it really be done? "

"Whether you can do it or not, it all depends on you..."

Looking down at the sea of ​​clouds and feeling the wind, Yang Yu couldn't help but think of Prince Zhao.

"You ask me what I would do if someone very close to me commits an unforgivable crime... Prince Zhao also asked this question a few months ago."

People are not saints, it is their nature to be distant and close, and they are decisive in killing like Zhang Xuanba. Even facing his biological mother, it is difficult to kill him.

If he were in someone else's shoes, he might not be able to do it.

only……

Jiese raised his head, curious about how he answered.

"I replied; 'I will never encounter such a difficult decision situation'."

Yang Prison answered very seriously, just like a few months ago:

"Many things in the world are just a matter of thought. If you know how to avoid them, you can avoid them..."

The regret of King Zhao is that the method he followed has already been completed in Linlong Dao and then promoted to the world.

There were misfortunes about family members and people close to him. In the end, with the help of thoughtful people, the success fell short.

"This is not an answer."

Jie Se looked at him blankly.

"Yang is not a sage either..."

Yang Yu didn't like this kind of unfounded inquiry, but he didn't shy away from talking about it.

He would never believe that the old couple who had been kind to each other for half his life would lose their lives at the end of their lives, nor would he believe in the people and the 'living dead' he left beside them.

"If there really comes a day... Yang will be worthy of his 'heart'."

"So, little monk understands..."

Jie Se took a deep breath. Suddenly, but as if he had planned it for a long time, his true energy surged up, and his martial arts was also abolished.

"puff!"

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out. The young monk's face turned pale. He stumbled and sat down. He was weak in energy and blood, but his expression was somewhat relieved:

"This little monk's martial arts were all taught by his master, so returning them to him is the right thing to do..."

Yang Yu did not stop him. He had already learned that this monk was stubborn, so when he saw him looking at him, he was not comforted:

"According to folk rules, if you borrow money from someone, you have to pay back twelve or thirty taels. Logically speaking, if you want to repay this martial arts, you have to lend a helping hand..."

"..."

I was distracted for a moment.

"Forget it, Yang will pay back the interest on your behalf."

Afraid that this stubborn little monk would really destroy his hands and feet, Yang Yu took out a classic book from the mustard seed space, raised his hand, and flew down the mountain wrapped in Zhen Gang.

His eyesight was so precise that he flicked his hand and the secret book flew to the old monk who was staggering down the mountain with a bitter expression.

"What is this?"

Jise was stunned.

"The 'Bitter Zen Great Practice', one of the twelve unique skills passed down by your ancestor, is much stronger than the martial arts you have learned..."

Yang Yu answered.

Bodhidharma never said it clearly, but he knew in his heart that this great Zen master did not care about the Taoist tradition of later generations.

On the contrary, he died two thousand years ago, and he did not forget to ask him to clean up the door for him, which shows how much he valued the Taoist tradition.

Therefore, he understood very well that although the twelve unique skills were given to him, he also wanted to pass them on on his behalf.

"The twelve unique skills?"

Jise was shocked at first, then smiled bitterly, but he remembered what kind of martial arts this bitter Zen Great Practice was.

What is asceticism?

This is a very ancient practice method.

It is said that one can maintain inner piety by enduring severe pain and extremely restraining one's physical desires.

Its essence is to achieve enlightenment through extreme self-control and self-discipline, rejecting material and physical temptations.

The many unique skills passed down by Bodhidharma have their own reasons for being lost, but this method of bitter Zen is lost because it is too difficult to practice, and the gains are not proportional to the efforts.

According to legend, the success of this bitter Zen is just to live longer, as for the power...

"Whether he can practice or not is his business, but I will pay the interest on your behalf. Now, tell me..."

He naturally knew what the bitter Zen method was, otherwise, he would not have given it to the old monk.

As he said that, he glanced at Jiesese and handed over the pill:

"What happened? Why did the illusion collapse for no reason? Did your ancestor leave any words?"

"Huh!"

After taking the pill handed over by Yang Yu and swallowing it, Jiesese took a deep breath and said:

"After we parted that day, the ancestor took me a long way, to many places..."

Without hiding anything, Jiesese told everything.

That day, after handing the Buddha statue to Yang Yu, Bodhidharma took Jiesese away. On the way, he taught him all kinds of precepts and many Buddhist scriptures. Only martial arts, because his lightness skills were too poor, he taught him the snow-leaving trace.

More, it was to take him around the world...

"...Why did the illusion collapse? I was confused at the time, but after thinking about it, I'm afraid that the master had arranged everything on the day he handed the Buddha statue to you..."

Jise sighed, took out a gray stone from his arms, and handed it to Yang Yu:

"After I came out, I found that I had this thing on me. If I guessed correctly, this is probably what the master left for you..."

This is,

"Relics?"

Yang Yu's eyes were shocked, and he had already felt the thin, weak, ethereal but pure will in it.

He stared at it, but felt that the breath in it was vague and illusory, as if it was shrouded by an invisible force, constantly eroding...

'This breath...'

Yang Yu pressed his chest lightly, and the Gluttony Cauldron had no reaction. Obviously, this relic was not considered a food, or it was already damaged.

But...

Holding the relic, Yang Yu concentrated and also launched:

[Dharma Relic]

[The relic of the great Zen master who turned into a rainbow, containing the spirit of the person...]

[Destroyed]

"It should be the relic left by the founder. The Zen disciples of later generations have been searching for it for a long time. Unexpectedly, he took it himself..."

Jiesexing looked gloomy:

"Unfortunately, the aura inside is already very weak, and there is no text left..."

The words stopped here, and the little monk suddenly looked up, dumbfounded.

But Yang Yu picked up the relic and pressed it towards his forehead. This time, it actually went in!

Press, press in? !

He was shocked beyond words. He wanted to reach out but was forced back a few steps by an invisible aura. Looking again, Yang Yu's figure was shrouded by the true energy.

A few faint gray-black auras kept lingering around him. It was this gray-black aura that forced him back.

"Five Ghosts Moving Technique?!"

...

Om!

The moment the relic was pressed into the center of his eyebrows, Yang Yu used his celestial eye to the utmost to glimpse a faint Buddha light.

No, it was more than just Buddha light!

The thin Buddha light was clearly mixed with an unknown aura, which slowly turned like a millstone, strangling the Buddha light.

"Tongyou!"

Without hesitation, Yang Yu once again activated Tongyou, and his will rose to the limit. With the superposition of various abilities, he managed to "hear" a faint, intermittent voice from the thin Buddha light.

"A wisp of obsession... Although it took the palm of my hand with the help of the illusion... I can die with my eyes closed..."

"The palm of the Tathagata is worthy of being the best in ancient and modern times... All the martial arts that I have exhausted my energy to achieve seem to be insignificant compared to it..."

Yang Yu was highly focused, and just now in a trance, he saw the looming Dafo Mountain and the almost invisible old monk in the mist.

The picture was so blurry that it was unrecognizable, but the ruins and the remains of the mountain could still be vaguely seen. I don't know if it was caused by the collapse of the illusion or the aftermath of the fight between the two.

Someone said something, but he couldn't hear it clearly, and only heard a sentence intermittently:

"Longevity is not living in vain... Can you... get out of the illusion?"

"Hear the truth in the morning, and die in the evening... Don't you really want to see the great way of heaven and earth..."

"I have found my own way."

"Little monk, do you know what Tao is?"

"road……"

The picture became much clearer at this moment. Yang Yu concentrated on it and saw a faint Buddha's light among the ruins.

The old monk stepped up to the sky, formed Buddha seals with his ten fingers, and hit the unattainable clouds and mist that looked like a lotus platform for Bodhisattvas:

"This is the Tao!"

boom!

The picture flashed by, and Yang Yu's eyebrows tingled unconsciously. After a moment, he heard a sound.

Scratchy, bitter.

"This is not your martial arts..."

"Martial arts was developed by me, and all the essence of the past three thousand years should also be attributed to me. What is it or is it not?"

"Martial arts is not something you can create...I once saw traces of an ancient sect in a fantasy world, in which martial arts were spread..."

There was a voice coming from the blurry picture.

Martial arts before ancient times?

Yang Prison couldn't help but be startled. He was very focused and wanted to hear it more clearly. Unfortunately, it was still blurry and a paragraph was clearly missing.

But I can vaguely guess something...

"...What kind of punch is this?"

"You talk nonsense and you can still be considered a great master of Zen Buddhism?"

"Every word of what I said is true..."

"I don't know... the Zen martial arts that you are so proud of is nothing in my eyes... This fist was taken from a younger generation of later generations, and it is called 'Ba Fist'..."

"This sword... name, seven calamities..."

"This punch summons Tiangang..."

"This sword kills the three yin demons..."

There was a brief silence, and the old monk's voice continued intermittently:

"This is not your martial arts..."

"The sea embraces all rivers, and all rivers merge together. Martial arts are never done behind closed doors... The other generation realizes the rudiment, and I deduce the complete one. Yes or no, what does it matter?"

"...The prototype? Mr. Lu, during the few times when the illusion was opened, I also heard that there were two supreme masters in later generations..."

"...In my eyes, they are just young boys. Their martial arts intentions may be good, but they are far from great achievements..."

"Mr. Lu, why did you deceive a lonely soul? Since ancient times, all achievements have been based on one's own will. This hegemonic fist does not have your will..."

"...You have been sitting in the well for too long, how could you know that the world is so high? You have endured two thousand years of life and death, and it is not easy. Unfortunately, with a single soul and an obsession, you can't go any further..."

"...A warrior can learn thousands of martial arts, but he only has one kind of will... Mr. Lu, you can't fool me..."

"Yeah?"

A chuckle, extremely clear.

At this moment, Yang Yu saw the Great Buddha Mountain again, the rickety old monk, and the Taoist platform among the clouds and mist...

Buzz!

By the time he finished speaking, the light had become so intense that Yang Yu could no longer see anything. He could only feel the Buddha's light shining throughout.

"Your martial arts style seems to be called 'Living Bodhidharma'? Then take a look, I deduce it based on it..."

"The Tathagata of this world!"

Good night……