Chapter 247 The Balance of Spirit and Turbidity, the Secret of the World! 6065 Words

Chapter 247 The balance of spirit and turbidity, the secret of the world! "6065 words"

Hearing the words of the old monk Haishu, Yang An's face suddenly showed joy.

Otherwise, how could Dade Temple be called a Buddhist holy place? Otherwise, how could they become one of the overlords of the Treasure Temple? The depth of this foundation is not comparable to ordinary forces.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is...

"Bodhisattva, can Yuan Ji learn?"

Yang An's face showed a very expectant look, looking straight at Haishu Bodhisattva.

"As a Buddhist child, this is natural, but..."

Haishu Bodhisattva smiled and nodded, but paused again.

"But you can't learn too much, you can only learn a little bit."

"A little bit?"

Yang An looked puzzled, how much is a little bit?

"A little bit of spiritual understanding, a hundred parts of Buddha's fate from the top of the sky."

Haishu Bodhisattva slowly stretched out a hand, and lightly touched the air with his fingers, and suddenly a wave of ripples seemed to spread in the air.

"???"

Yang An was confused and didn't understand at all.

Facts have proved that although he is a Buddhist and claims to be a genius, he cannot comprehend the true meaning of this deliberate suspense.

"What the Bodhisattva means is that as long as I learn a little bit, I can understand more by relying on my own Buddhist affinity?"

Yang An had no choice but to ask.

Haishu Bodhisattva shook his head and explained slowly.

"What I mean is that as a Buddhist, you can have the opportunity to receive my teachings, but I can only give you what you deserve, and you can only choose one.

If you want to get more, you need to work hard on your own to accumulate Buddhist affinity in exchange for it from the temple."

Haha, the Bodhisattva is worthy of being a Bodhisattva, and the level of suspense is different.

He can say that stinginess is an opportunity, and the so-called Buddhist affinity, needless to say, should refer to the contribution made to Daitokuji Temple.

Using contributions to exchange for resources, there is really no free lunch in this world, even if he is a Buddhist.

It is fair and understandable.

For example, skills and magic are always the greatest foundation of a sect, and naturally they will not be taken out for no reason.

The so-called training resources are nothing more than external objects such as magic tools, or things that cannot be confirmed by Dade Temple, and they still need to be fought for.

As a Buddhist, in addition to the resources that can be given, it is just the opportunity to get closer to these uncertain resources.

Of course, the personal teaching from the likes of Haishu Bodhisattva is also an extremely rare resource and opportunity, and only he can enjoy it.

"Since Yuanji already has a practice method, then I will no longer talk to you about the practice method."

"Bodhisattva, if you have a practice method, you can no longer change other practices. Why is there such a limit?"

Yang An hesitated for a while, but still asked the question that he had been puzzled about.

When he was still in Minghemen, he learned about this from Fu Ming.

This is not a rule, but a boundary.

Unless you practice the method to the point where you can no longer see the end and there is nothing left to practice, you cannot take the initiative to change it.

Hearing Yang An's question, Haishu Bodhisattva chanted a Buddhist name, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"Has Yuanji tried it? What will happen if he tries other skills?"

Yang An recalled that when he first entered the outer continent, he tried using the skills he had obtained, but he could not sense anything when he entered the resonance period according to the method in the skills.

"Yuanji tried it, but he didn't get any feedback."

He told the truth.

"Has Yuanji ever thought about a question? Why does one have to pay a price once he is contaminated with skills, magic, or anything related to cultivation?"

Haishu Bodhisattva asked again.

Yang An's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to be about to hear a huge secret from Haishu Bodhisattva.

He shook his head.

"Yuan Ji has never thought about it. Please ask the Bodhisattva to solve Yuan Ji's doubts."

"Haha, this actually started a long, long time ago. If one day Yuan Ji can stand at the same level as me, he will know a lot of things."

"..."

It's the same as saying nothing. Old Monk Hai Shu kept it a secret again, and Yang An was speechless.

"But since Yuan Ji wants to know, I can tell Yuan Ji something you can know."

This sentence once again piqued Yang An's interest.

"In this world, there was originally a kind of power called spirit. A long time ago, practitioners called it spiritual energy, which is also the source of power for all practitioners."

"Later, this world suddenly had another kind of energy, called turbidity. Because of the appearance of turbidity, there were evil demons in the world, and many practitioners also embarked on the path of evil cultivation."

"Later, spirit and turbidity suddenly merged together. From then on, spirit and turbidity disappeared, leaving only a kind of energy that can be sensed by all living things, which is called magic power!"

Hai Shu Bodhisattva came slowly, with a calm tone and no waves.

But when Yang An heard these words, they stirred up a storm in his heart.

Spirit? Spiritual energy? !

These two words, as a person in modern society, are very familiar to us.

Then what is this turbidity? Old Monk Haishu did not explain.

Yang An could only continue to wait for Bodhisattva Haishu to continue.

Bodhisattva Haishu paused and continued to speak.

"The emergence of mana is the only extraordinary power in the world. Cultivators have no choice but to use it to find the great way.

But it is precisely because of mana that all living creatures who set foot on cultivation will be in an extremely dangerous state!"

"Mana is formed by the fusion of spirit and turbidity, but the fusion between the two is not balanced. The power of turbidity is more ferocious than that of spirit, so it seems that the two are fused, but in fact, turbidity always suppresses spirit.

As a result, once the cultivator uses his own mana, it will cause the spirit and turbidity in the body to be completely unbalanced, which will cause the loss of cultivation at the least and death at the worst."

"Human beings are the spirits of all things. Does Yuan Ji know what methods those ancient teachers have thought of?"

At this point, Haishu Bodhisattva looked at Yang An.

Yang An's heart skipped a beat, and he already had the answer in his heart.

"Is this the reason why everything that is involved in cultivation will pay a price?"

"That's right!"

"All the methods that were once used to cultivate with spirit or turbidity are no longer applicable. Since using the mana in the body will cause the imbalance of spirit and turbidity, the ancient practitioners simply changed from the root, abandoned the old methods, and created new methods that match the mana, which is the skills and magic that we are practicing now."

"But this kind of power from above the living beings is always above the law. No matter what kind of law it is, it is ultimately just a means of controlling power."

"In other words, there has never been a real way to solve the imbalance of spirit and turbidity?" Yang An asked curiously.

"Yuan Ji is talented and smart, and he understands it at a glance."

Old monk Hai Shu once again praised Yang An.

"The new method has never been to balance the spiritual turbidity, because that is beyond human influence, so the creation of the new method is actually to balance people and magic power!"

"We cannot influence the magic power of the outside world, but the magic power that has been condensed into the body can be introduced into the body and soul through the partial sacrifice of the practitioner's body and soul, so as to achieve a balance between people and magic power!"

"This method, we call it... pollution!"

"Only in this way can practitioners not worry about the imbalance of spiritual turbidity and death, use themselves as a container, bear the erosion and pollution of turbidity, and at the same time drive the power from the balance of spiritual turbidity to reach a higher realm, gain a longer life, and find new vitality before they reach the end of themselves!"

"So... in fact, the so-called price is actually the different manifestations of the soul and body being eroded and polluted by turbidity?"

Yang An took a deep breath in his heart. This is indeed a huge secret.

"Yes!"

Old monk Hai Shu nodded and agreed with Yang An's statement.

"But why is the power of turbidity greater than that of spirit? What if spirit is greater than turbidity?

When a monk is polluted by turbidity, he has to bear all kinds of costs. But if he cultivates turbidity with the old method and uses his own body and soul to accommodate spirit, can he achieve the opposite result?"

A lot of thoughts and questions popped up in Yang An's mind. At this time, he didn't care about the difference in status between himself and the old monk Hai Shu, and asked.

These questions have aroused his deep curiosity. If he doesn't figure it out, he will feel like there are countless ants crawling in his body.

For Yang An's analogy, Hai Shu Bodhisattva did not have any resistance, but seemed very patient.

"Spirit has always existed and has never changed.

But turbidity is constantly growing. As many years as this world has existed, turbidity has grown for as many years. The turbidity in the magic power has become more and more. It can be said that the whole world is now polluted by turbidity.

So spirit cannot be greater than turbidity!"

The old monk Hai Shu answered Yang An's two questions at once.

"As for the method you envisioned, the ancient practitioners have tried it before, and proved that this method is feasible at the beginning!

But!

Not only are there very few people who can succeed in this way, but they will also be affected by the imbalance of spiritual turbidity and bear the price. The spirit in the body will become less and less, and finally be completely polluted by turbidity, and die.

This is why this method has not been passed down."

"It is said in ancient times: Human power is balanced, it is immortal; people do not measure their own strength, it is a 仚. ​​​​Immortality is expected, but 仚 will die on its own!

In fact, what is said is the new method and the old method!"

Human power is balanced, it is immortal; people do not measure their own strength, it is a 仚! ! !

Hearing the words of the old monk Hai Shu, Yang An felt that his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart was like a huge wave.

Immortal and 仚!

So this is the difference between the two!

So... this is 仚.

Then the earth 仚 method monument... Could it be that all the skills and magic on it are not immortals who practice the new method? What he actually cultivates is the old method of 仚?!

In Minghe Sect, anyone who practices "Miaodao Jieshu" is actually cultivating 仚?

Then isn't he also cultivating the old method, not the new method? What he became is 仚, not immortal?

Thinking of this, Yang An felt that he almost breathed a sigh of relief, and even his breathing was stagnant.

Immortals cultivate longevity, but 仚 is a short-lived species.

No wonder everyone in the world knows about immortals but not 仚, it turns out that those who cultivate this are already finished.

Minghe old thief! You led me astray, and you really hurt me a lot!

Yang An wailed in his heart, but he suddenly paused as he thought about it.

Oh, no! I have a golden finger, so it's okay.

He was shocked by what the old monk Hai Shu said, and then he realized that he could purify himself without having to bear any price at all.

That is to say, he doesn't need to worry about being corroded and polluted by turbidity, which is completely different from others.

But this also made Yang An think of another question.

Did his golden finger swallow all the unbalanced turbidity in his body, so he could always maintain the balance of spiritual turbidity without having to bear any cost?

Or did it make the spirit in his body stronger, so as to maintain the balance of spiritual turbidity?

This question can be said to be important or unimportant. Since he has this special ability, it is beneficial and harmless. Just use it and you don't need to think so much.

But if he doesn't figure it out, Yang An always feels a little uneasy.

Unknown means beyond control, and naturally there will be a sense of insecurity.

However, this problem cannot be solved for the time being, and he can't rely on others. He can only explore it after he reaches a higher realm in the future.

In terms of his current cultivation realm, it is still too weak.

"So now, does Yuan Ji understand why the practice we practice cannot be changed?"

After saying these words, Haishu Bodhisattva seemed to give Yang An some time to think and react, and then asked.

Hearing the question from the old monk Hai Shu, Yang An thought for a moment and answered immediately:

"Is it because once the technique is changed, the container formed by the body and soul will lose control, the turbidity in it will burst, and the spiritual turbidity will immediately lose balance?"

As soon as this was said, a new question suddenly popped up in Yang An's mind, about himself.

If his special ability is to maintain the balance of spiritual turbidity, then even if the technique is changed, it will not be affected at all, and the spiritual turbidity in the body will always maintain a balanced state.

But why did he not get any feedback from his previous attempts to get a new technique?

Is it because the "Miao Dao Jie Shu" he practiced came from the Di Yi Fa Monument?

The more you know, the more doubts you have in your heart, but these doubts cannot be answered immediately, which is the most uncomfortable thing, but Yang An has no way to do it for the time being.

Too weak, or because it is too weak!

"Yes!"

Hai Shu Bodhisattva smiled and nodded.

"Yuan Ji's understanding is worthy of being the reincarnation of the true Buddha. It is really a blessing for my Shangshan Land. Then Yuan Ji, do you know why I am telling you this? These secrets are actually not something you should know at your level of cultivation."

Hai Shu Bodhisattva asked again.

Yang An was actually very surprised that Hai Shu could tell him so many secrets about this world. This was the first time he had received such a huge amount of information since he came to this world.

Before this, whether it was Ming He, Miao Ye, Fang Zhu, or the new master Zhuan Yu, they had never told him these things.

And he was just a little monk in the false food realm in front of Hai Shu at this time, but Hai Shu told him such an important secret, although not all of it.

In addition to thinking of his identity as a Buddhist child, Yang An did not think that there was anything else that was worthy of Hai Shu, a Bodhisattva.

As if guessing what Yang An was thinking, Hai Shu laughed.

"You are the Buddha of my Datokuji Temple, the reincarnation of the real Buddha. Your previous life may be the Buddha in a more distant era, and everything I do is just to help you enter the world as soon as possible.

So other people are not qualified to know these things, but you are different!

Yuan Ji must always remember that you are the Buddha of my Datokuji Temple, the real Buddha in the world, in the past, now, and in the future!"

Hai Shu Bodhisattva said while looking at Yang An, and a trace of piety flashed in his eyes, as if he was really looking at a majestic real Buddha.

"Yuan Ji thank you Bodhisattva!"

Yang An also replied respectfully and piously, bowed his head while doing the Buddhist ceremony, his face full of gratitude, very moved, but in fact he sneered in his heart.

He has seen that the old monk Hai Shu is brainwashing him with words.

If he were an ordinary person, he would really be moved by the words of the old monk Hai Shu.

Even such a noble Bodhisattva values ​​him so much and regards him as the true Buddha. A sentimental person would probably burst into tears and say on the spot: If you don't abandon me...

"Those who cultivate immortality seek longevity and long life, and they are immortals.

Those who cultivate Buddhism wish to save all living beings, and they are Buddhas.

Amitabha!"

So in the final analysis, cultivating immortality and cultivating Buddhism are essentially the same. They both have spiritual power in their bodies and use new methods. It's just that the concepts of practice and the forms of driving power are different.

But Yang An still had to say devoutly:

"Thank you, Bodhisattva, Yuan Ji has realized it!"

Who wouldn't like this kind of disciple who can realize it at any time and give face?

As expected, Haishu Bodhisattva laughed heartily and praised him again.

Then we talked about the real topic, which was also the purpose of Yang An's special visit to the Heart Buddha Hall today.

Haishu Bodhisattva performed a Buddhist ceremony with one hand and lightly touched the void with the other hand.

In front of the tall golden statue of Buddha with eyes closed, the incense and candles suddenly began to emit green smoke, which spread like clouds and mist, and a hazy but beautiful picture scroll unfolded between the two of them.

The picture scroll was colorful, and the gorgeous colors were like the flowing Milky Way. The mountains and rivers looked like mounds, and all kinds of creatures were dotted and born and died like mayflies.

Everything seemed to be passing by quickly, but it was always solidified on the illusory picture scroll, just like a fairyland.

"When the crazy mind stops, the illusory body melts, and the internal and external roots, dust and colors are empty. The clear and bright mind is free of worries, and all the differences are understood at once."

As his fingertips pointed at the illusory scroll, Haishu Bodhisattva recited a verse, intending to point out.

A cloud of mist slowly spread from his finger, and in a trance it became bigger and bigger, and in an instant it became a sea of ​​clouds.

The thick mist quickly turned into a Buddha as tall as half a mountain, staring with angry eyes, emitting a thick black aura, and even dyed everything around him into a thick ink color.

"This method is called the hell of the Evils!"

As Haishu Bodhisattva said, the Buddha made of mist in the scroll immediately changed into the appearance of an evil ghost, with a black aura all over his body, swallowing everything around him.

From the illusory creatures, countless creatures with strange shapes like evil demons were swallowed by the evil ghosts transformed by the Buddha, but the most prominent characteristics of those evil demons appeared one by one on the body of the evil ghost.

"Carrying hell, looking like an evil ghost, transcending the evil demons and filth of the past, and turning them into his own use!"

"What does Yuan Ji feel?"

Everything in front of him was an illusion created by Haishu Bodhisattva, just to allow Yang An to see the form of these magic more clearly.

However, only this magic has appeared so far, so Yang An naturally chose to continue watching and was not in a hurry to make a choice.

This is like a buyer's show and a seller's show.

Although the demonstration of the old monk Haishu is shocking, it actually requires a very profound cultivation to achieve such a fierce power.

"The Buddha's karmic mantra!"

As Haishu Bodhisattva's fingers waved again, the original Buddha evil ghosts dissipated into clouds and smoke, and the new Buddha suddenly appeared and turned into countless black shadows, growing bigger and bigger.

But in just a blink of an eye, in that illusory scroll, the black shadow-like Buddha's appearance has far surpassed the mountains and stood tall.

But the bigger it gets, the less real it seems. There is a sense of illusion, as if it is really a shadow, but the shadow of the Buddha has been magnified countless times.

The shadow of the Buddha turned into hundreds of hands, which suddenly fell down, and the earth shook and the universe was shaken!

"There is no self-nature in the void, all dharmas are like shadows, the true Buddha has no form, but the shadow seems to be true."

Shadow is also a kind of cause and effect in Buddhist practice. There is a cause before there is a result, so there is a shadow.

Haishu Bodhisattva still looked at Yang An.

And Yang An's choice is still to wait and see.

This is not buying vegetables in the vegetable market. He can only choose one from the old monk Haishu, so he can't jump to conclusions.

In fact, if he could learn light-related magic from the old monk, I'm afraid there is no such possibility, so Yang An can only choose the one that suits him best.

But when thinking of light-related magic, Yang An thought of what the old monk Haishu said before.

So is this light-related magic a new one or an old one?

The reason why light-related magic is regarded as forbidden is that this kind of magic will cause greater backlash damage to the practitioner, which means that the practitioner will die before the enemy, and the destructive power is extremely strong.

In this case, light-related magic should be classified as an old magic.

This kind of power has existed since ancient times, and no one can try to replace the old magic with a new one, so it naturally becomes a forbidden magic.

If so, then light-related magic is related to the spirit in the spiritual turbidity, and has nothing to do with turbidity.

Could it be that light-related magic is the ultimate embodiment of the spirit? !

Yang An was slightly distracted, thinking about this question while watching the new movement of the old monk Hai Shu's hands.

Hai Shu Bodhisattva still pointed out the third illusory image of the Buddha, and this time it was a new magic.

The mountains were covered with smoke and turned into dust.

Under the illusory image of the Buddha, countless rocks were decomposed by an invisible force, and the area within a hundred miles in the scroll turned into fierce quicksand.

The fine yellow sand is constantly flowing, submerging everything around, forming countless storms, and the sky and the earth change color.

"This is the infinite dust, condensing the Buddha's appearance, which is called the mantra of rebirth in the Bodhi dust sea!"

"What do you think, Yuan Ji?"

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