Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 235 Zen

The way martial arts practitioners visit Wujiu Temple is different from that of ordinary pilgrims. Xue Mu doesn't know, and Mu Jianli doesn't know either. The two of them followed the crowd and walked halfway up the mountain, facing a majestic palace.

Xue Mu stood at the door and was amazed.

Why is this world also a Mahavira Palace, with a Tathagata Buddha inside? How did this develop? What a hell.

Seeing him stop, Mu Jianli asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Uh...it's nothing." Xue Mu smiled and said: "I suspect we are in the wrong place. You eight sects don't always pass by here to burn incense, right?"

Mu Jianli nodded and said, "What I'm saying is that there may be another way, and the real Wujiu Mountain Gate is different from this place."

"Now that we are here, I will worship the Buddha with all my heart." Xue Mu held Mu Jianli's hand, stepped over the high threshold and walked into the hall.

As soon as he stepped in, his expression changed.

There was still the feeling of holding Mu Jianli on his hand, but Mu Jianli couldn't be seen, and everything around him suddenly changed. What I see before my eyes is a modern city, with vehicles flowing on viaducts, skyscrapers towering into the sky, and dynamic dance music playing on big screens in the streets. If it were other illusions, maybe it would have allowed Xue Mu to see a little longer, but the appearance of such a scene in this world was too terrifying. Disappear.

The hall once again transformed into a huge golden Buddha several feet high, solemn and majestic. There were pilgrims all around, kowtowing devoutly, and several monks sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras. Everything returned to normal.

Mu Jianli's eyes were blurred, and she had obviously also entered a hallucination. Just when Xue Mu was about to wake her up, Mu Jianli regained her clarity, her eyes were sharp, and she shouted angrily: "Who is performing a spell here?"

"Amitabha..." A monk in yellow clothes nearby whispered the Buddha's name: "No one here performs magic. Anyone who enters the temple for the first time can see the past and next lives, and all kinds of cause and effect. It is just a guide to help people find the way forward."

Mu Jianli held the scabbard of the sword, pushing it sideways and pointing: "Where do I go from here? Ask yourself, with a sword in your hand, what is destiny! Who dares to lie about the number of days and claim to be cause and effect! Break it for me!"

There was a "boom" and the ground shook. There seemed to be the sound of a mirror breaking, and an illusory crack opened in front of his eyes, then returned to peace. The main hall remained the same, and the pilgrims looked back in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

The monk in yellow took two steps back in shock: "You...you actually broke the realm of cause and effect in our three lives! Who are you!"

Mu Jianli raised his hands in awe and said, "Ask Sword Sect Mu Jianli to pay a visit to Wujiu Temple!"

The voice was sharp and cold. It didn't sound loud, but it spread far and wide, reverberating around the mountains.

Xue Mu stood beside him with his hands on his sleeves, willing to serve as a foil. He almost cried because his sister was so handsome. Is this the same person who said "I want to give you a baby" last night?

"Amitabha..." The monk in yellow had a sad look on his face: "Why did you come here to worship the almsgiver? This is a place for ordinary people to worship the Buddha. The Sumeru Trail in the back mountain is the path you should take."

At the same time, a sigh came from the air: "Yuanjue, bring the two donors to the abbot's courtyard."

Mu Jianli was stunned for a moment: "Isn't Master Yuan Zhong out to contain the plague?"

The yellow-robed monk Yuanjue said helplessly: "I don't know, little monk, please come with me."

The two of them followed Yuan Jue around the back hall and entered another hill with twists and turns.

There are still temples everywhere, but you can see many platforms opened in the mountains. Stopping on the mountain road, looking through the gaps between the trees, you can see a neat queue of monks on the platform in the distance, performing martial arts. The sound of uniform drinking came from time to time, which was quite majestic. The atmosphere was indeed completely different from the previous one, and the meaning of a major martial arts sect in this world was finally highlighted.

Xue Mu laughed when he saw it, and it reminded him of the Pandaren opening CG in World of Warcraft that he had played, and it was full of visual sense.

Mu Jianli was also walking and watching, his expression softened a little, not as serious as before, and said to himself: "Wujiu Temple's martial arts is upright and compassionate, and it seems that the illusion is harmless. .”

Xue Mu then smiled and asked, "What did you see in the illusion?"

Mu Jianli said: "First I practiced swordplay since I was a child, and then I fought the black dragon. I woke up when I saw this. Although everything is true, it is still a thing of the past. What's the use of repeating it over and over again? So I woke up. "

Xue Mu nodded and thought to himself. The modern images he saw were obviously the so-called "predecessors" and should have awakened the deepest memories in his heart. They must be true. Mu Jianli's words are also true. If you continue reading, you should be able to see the memories getting closer and closer, and maybe you can see the embarrassing things the two of them did last night.

He had a golden finger, and Mu Jianli's sword was flawless. They were discovered quickly without seeing the follow-up. Instead, Mu Jianli became angry and disgusted with the attack, and immediately broke out.

If others continue to sink, the next step will probably be illusory guidance, which may make you see a very miserable future. Moreover, this kind of misery is not made up, it is indeed possible if it is deduced from your true memories. the worst possibility.

Sure enough, the cause and effect of the three lives is just deceiving people.

Ordinary people will naturally think it is true no matter what they see, and they will probably believe in the "misery" that will follow, so they seek guidance from the Buddha or seek spiritual comfort.

This method of attracting believers is much more straightforward than my own world religion, and it doesn't require a lot of waste of saliva.

Slowly reaching the top of the mountain, I saw an ordinary courtyard with gray tiles and moss. After entering the courtyard gate, the inside is not big. There are meditation rooms in the southeast, northwest, and the one directly opposite the courtyard gate is particularly large. Looking in from a distance, you can see a big bronze bell. A monk is sitting on a futon in front of the bell and chanting. through.

It is Master Yuan Zhong.

Yuanjue bowed and left. Xue Mu and Mu Jianli went straight in. Looking around, there was not even a Buddha statue in the room, just a bed, a clock, a futon, and an old monk.

Xue Mu then laughed: "How come there isn't even a Buddha statue in the abbot's house?"

Yuan Zhong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head: "Donor, please look behind you."

The two of them turned back curiously and saw a Buddha statue standing behind the door, smiling broadly.

Xue Mu laughed dumbly: "Who arranged the Buddha statue like this?"

Yuan Zhong said slowly: "It's just because sentient beings refuse to look back."

Mu Jianli was thoughtful.

This is a pretense, Xue Mu took a breath as if he had a toothache, and deliberately joked a few words, but he also knew that this was not a place to play with logic, but to wake up and come to the end of the world, to have some enlightenment, even if he was so stubborn. Well, there is no point in debating logic.

So he just smiled: "Looking back, there is a fat Buddha, and there is an old monk in front. I'd better look at the side. There is a beauty like jade, which is pleasing to the eye."

Yuan Zhong obviously didn't want such an answer. This was a matter of judgment. However, it seemed that he was hiding some real responses, indicating what he wanted in this life.

This is Ji Feng.

The old monk and the demon looked at each other and suddenly laughed together. Yuan Zhong shook his head and said with a smile: "I always heard people say that Mr. Xue can connect hundreds of families. Now it seems that he relies on fooling."

Xue Mu said calmly: "You fool the world, and I will fool you. Don't laugh at anyone. As for the real person here, it's just Jianli."

Yuan Zhong looked at Mu Jianli. Mu Jianli had no expression on his face, but he was actually a little confused after hearing this. This look also made Yuan Zhong smile: "The donor is right. Two donors, please take a seat."

Xue Mu said angrily: "Where is the chair? Even if you give me a futon, don't expect me to continue to talk to you about the Zen machine. It's just a show of presence or absence. If you continue to neglect the guests like this, I will turn around and leave." "

Yuan Zhong couldn't laugh or cry.

The people in the world who are qualified to be here are usually the leaders of one party, and they are all strong men who have profound knowledge. In this kind of atmosphere, everyone just sits back and talks, each using his or her own ideas. This was the first time he had encountered someone like Xue Mu who turned over the table and refused to play with you.

But this is also Zen, knowing one's mind and seeing one's nature, and the true nature of one's self is nothing more than that. I want to sit on a chair, I just want to sit on a chair, clearly.

Although Xue Mu was not playing tricks with him, he was already discussing the Tao.