Chapter 82 Buddha and Demon

Above the seventh peak, the mountain is red.

The flowers on the other side are swaying quietly, giving you a sense of tranquility.

Wu Lang looked indifferent, but he didn't know that someone was trying to harm him and let a group of people peek into his diary. He just continued to write in his diary.

As he wrote, he organized his thoughts: "The schedule for the trip down the mountain has been introduced. The previous few sentences should be able to comfort Granny Meng."

"But it's not enough."

Then, I wrote it next.

The highlight was the conversation between him and the ascetic monk.

Introducing the dialogue of "Buddha's Dharma Nirvana Sutra", Buddhism is decayed and occupied by demons, and a new Buddhism should be established.

He set a small goal for himself:

Let Po Meng see the possibility of this new Buddhist philosophy.

In order to make Meng Po accept her little Leiyin Temple, it can also be regarded as wiping the butt of the trouble caused by Xu Xinying and the sequelae and side effects of those sand sculpture players.

His mind was spinning rapidly and his thinking was sharp, and he continued to write:

[I have experienced hardships in the human world. I have traveled to hundreds of countries in the world, studied hundreds of schools of thought, and sought ways to transcend suffering. I saw a tall man sitting withered in a ruined temple in the mountains. He said that he had traveled this land for seven thousand years. I couldn't help but ask. Ex: "Honored Buddha, what is the way to save the world from suffering?"]

[Honorable Buddha replied: The original intention of establishing the lineage of Buddha is to save the suffering people and protect his followers from disasters such as demons, monsters, beasts, ghosts, and many other harms. ]

[I shake my head: To save mortals, the answer lies in Buddha? Eons ago, millions of Buddhist temples stood in rows to drive away darkness and protect cities. This may be the answer to saving human beings in ancient history, but it is not the answer now. ]

["I visited more than 700 temples and saw many monks who were very arrogant and did not care about production or fertility. They only wanted to be worshiped by all living beings, pay filial piety and incense, and let mortals carry their burdens forward. They were no different from the immortal sects worshiped by mortals. .”]

Wow!

In the sky.

The pen and ink blurred and turned into huge words.

And in the sky, the beginning of the conversation made many Buddhist cultivators in the city and pedestrians in various streets and shops stop.

Many monks were savoring it carefully.

And among the high places, the expressions of several powerful Buddhist and Taoist monks who stood side by side with Po Meng and received this mysterious Taoist friend also changed slightly:

What the other person said was not sarcastic, but factual.

Today's Buddhism has become a power system.

This is not decay.

But the era is moving toward the end of the Dharma, not the ancient times.

Because in this era, there are gradually too few people with spiritual roots and cultivation qualifications, and all sects are competing for them. Therefore, regardless of good or evil nature, as long as children have cultivation qualifications, they can join.

Buddhism has no choice but to rob it!

But if there is no change and no compromise, Buddhism will already exist in name only.

And with such a compromise, regardless of heart, only looking at qualifications, even if the sect continues to teach, there will still be Buddhist disciples who are vicious by nature, good and bad.

Buddhist disciples know that there are filthy and evil people secretly there, and they want to eradicate them, but they cannot punish them.

Everyone was in turmoil and continued to look at the words in the sky.

When the Buddha faced the question from a mortal scholar, he was not annoyed or angry, but gave the answer:

[The Buddha said in a muffled voice without any rebuttal: "You are right. Today's Buddhism is indeed corrupt, contradictory, and constantly making compromises in order to survive. I don't want to see them competing for fame and wealth, so I left to practice asceticism. , looking for an answer.]

[The conversation ended with just a few words. The Buddha felt ashamed of himself. When asked about my shortcomings, he stopped trying to persuade me. I also knew in my heart that Buddhism was not the solution I hoped for. He left the ruined temple and continued walking. All countries on the earth, please find a solution and seek peace for all living beings like us. ]

[I practiced asceticism for several more years, visiting celebrities and spiritual mountains everywhere, and continued to search for my answer. ]

[The next year, I passed by a large Buddhist temple. There were many dirty, fishy and unruly people in the village. When I returned to the ruined temple, I saw that the Buddha had not left yet, so I asked him to clean up the door, and he cleaned up the house. He was speechless throughout the whole process, and then he said in anguish: Today, the Buddha's teachings are lacking and do not conform to the times. I want to make up for the new Buddha's teachings, but my efforts are fruitless, and inner demons gradually arise. ]

[A few years have passed, and I have developed a habit. Whenever I pass by a ruined temple when I travel around the country, I will enter it and take a look. The old monk is still there. He is worthy of being a cultivator. He has been in seclusion for decades, just like a few days. I am a mortal. and. ]

[I went back in the fourth year, only to find him sitting cross-legged on the ground, his inner demons growing, often even competing with him for his body, turning into a demon. He kept fighting his inner demons and debating with his own inner demons]

[In the fifth year, I went back again and saw a divine Buddha with golden light all over his body and a demonic Buddha with black light all over his body confronting each other in the ruined temple. ]

Wu Lang's writing is very peaceful.

He is gestating, the calm before the storm.

When many monks saw this diary, they also guessed that these words would be the eve of a violent storm.

An ancient being who has traveled around the earth for seven thousand years. Because a scholar asked about his inner demon in a ruined temple, a crack appeared in the Buddha's heart. He denied himself and another personality of himself, the Demon Buddha, appeared. How terrifying is it?

If you enter the devil's path.

That will surely bring disaster to the common people.

Harm a land and destroy countless immortal sects, big and small!

But this did not happen, which can only mean that the powerful Buddha defeated the inner demons on his own.

And they have no doubt that this statement is false.

After all, the existence that can be projected into the sky to this extent for this scholar must be no less than an existence like this kind of Buddha.

But they continued to read:

[His inner demons are intertwined, one is evil and the other is good, and he asks and answers himself. ]

[The inner demon said: "There are no true scriptures in this era, and the true Buddha Dharma has been destroyed."]

[The ascetic monk said: "Impossible, our temples have spread all over the world, and disciples wearing cassocks stand like trees in the forest."]

[Inner Demon said: "A long period of time has corrupted your teachings and Dharma. A large number of Buddhists are greedy for lust and money. They have been occupied by greed, arrogance and ambition for immortality. They only care about practicing and gaining powerful power.

A monk full of desire,

Put on your cassocks,

Enter your temple,

Promote their demonic theories,

Corrupt your monks.

The Buddhas in the temple are already demons. ]

Seeing this, many Buddhist cultivators felt goosebumps in their hearts. This was not just an insult to them! !

"The existence in front of us has come to find trouble in our Buddhist sect." They were angry.

The expressions of some ancient beings standing side by side with Po Meng also changed slightly. They did not ignore such insults, but some of the horrific scenes depicted emerged in their minds.

Demons create Buddhism, disrupt Buddhism, wear common clothes, enjoy cassocks, wear five-color clothes, drink alcohol, eat meat, and kill animals with greed. There is no compassion, and more hatred and jealousy.

The Buddha is decaying and the Dharma is extinct. In such an era, the light is not revealed, which is really sad. And their current Buddhism does have such a trend of decline.

And below.

The entire market in front of the sect began to be slightly turbulent.

There seemed to be a kind of commotion spreading. Not only was the Taoist mind of the senior in the story unstable, but also the Taoist minds of their lower-level monks were beginning to be disturbed, and they even looked at each other in confusion.

"Be quiet and guard the Buddha's heart!"

High in the sky, a statue standing side by side with Po Meng was shouting. The Buddha's light shone, the sky became clear, and there was a sudden silence below.

The next second, I saw another entry in the diary:

[The ascetic monk was silent and responded: "Those inner demons and distracting thoughts can't do anything to us. You put on your cassock and sit on the lotus platform. At that time, my true Buddhist disciples will take off their cassocks and put on plain clothes. Go to the world.

Then the mortal world will become a temple.

Villages and towns will be turned into ashrams.

Ascetics travel to mountains and rivers to save people from suffering.

The temple will become a prison for the demon sons and grandsons, and the earth will become a temple for my Buddhist disciples, who, like me, have been rescuing people from suffering in this great temple in the world for seven thousand years. ]

Boom!

Every word, it seemed like the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

[If the Buddhas in the temple become demons, we will be the Buddhas on earth. ]

[I want to establish a new Buddha in the human world. In this Buddha, everyone is born equal. ]

boom!

The words fell with shock.

And these words and ink, reflected in the mid-air in Fangshi, shocked everyone's hearts, as if cold water was poured on them, and they were suddenly awakened.

The words and artistic conception contained in this Buddhist philosophy, and the overwhelming righteousness that hit me, were like an approaching storm.

These are the words of the Buddha!

This is the new Buddhist philosophy!

It was as if I could see the howling wind.