Fantasy World Transmigration - 1002. Chapter 1002

Xuanzang lowered his head speechlessly, and only listened to Wukong’s words: “Everyone says that you are a little bit short. Do you know what you are a little bit short.”

Wukong twisted his index finger and thumb, but Xuanzang saw the entire universe between those little fingers.

Xuanzang sighed, “Master, I still don’t understand it!”

Wukong leaned in front of him, squatted down and said to him: “That little bit is incomprehensible. You only have one copy of “The Great Sun Tathagata”, so that you will restore the infinite mana of the previous life. ”

Xuanzang looked up in shock: “Past life mana?”

“You said that I was a little worse, but it was actually the magic power of the previous life?” Even in this serious situation, Xuanzang couldn’t help but vomit—I have been enlightened for so long, but you told me that it is impossible to understand at all. ! Are you kidding me!

“Otherwise?” Wukong approached Xuanzang with a monkey face and said, “If you can realize it casually, why should you go to learn the scriptures? Why do you think it is? What do you think it is? Anyone can have it. Ideas, but what really works is the power to realize them.”

“Thoughts without power are worthless.”

“The reason why a Buddha is a Buddha is that it has infinite mana. If there is no mana, the Tathagata Buddha is a fart!”

“So…” Wukong concluded: “Your master has taught you a lot of ideas. The reason why you are so bad is that you need to restore the infinite power of the previous life to realize it. Beat me and other monsters to the end. This That’s the only way to influence demons. It’s what I want to teach you—retreat without power is meaningless.”

“So you heard that which deity is at the mercy of people to subdue demons and demons, but in the end it is not (stretching out a fist to indicate physical) influence?”

Wukong patted Xuanzang on the shoulder and said with emotion: “So, regardless of the twisted principles in the Buddhist scriptures, I teach you a universal truth-the world is material, and it does not exist in people’s minds. So consciousness acts on matter. The only way to achieve this is to practice. Practice requires power. Therefore, consciousness depends on power to change reality, hopes to rely on thinking in the head, and hopes to change everything in reality through enlightenment—doesn’t exist!”

“So…” Wukong helped Xuanzang up and pointed to himself: “Find the “Da Ri Tathagata”, restore the infinite power of the previous life, and then hit me!”

“Understood?” Wukong shouted absent-mindedly as he watched the declaration of war.

Xuanzang subconsciously stood upright: “Understood!”

Wukong leaned aside to chat with Zhu Ganglu and Sha Wujing: “Acquaintances! Come and smoke a cigarette!” As he handed a piece of white sand, Zhu Ganglu expertly borrowed a fire from the burning ruins of the nearby battlefield and talked to Wukong. He hooked his shoulders and listened to him: “I used to beat you so badly, brother didn’t mean it! Forgive me, forgive me!”

Zhu Gang spit out a smoke ring and smiled flatteringly: “Different positions, understanding!”

“Hey! Go down to protect him!” Wu Kong pointed to Xuanzang behind him, and Zhu Gangli said with emotion, “I made a mistake in the sky, and the organization also gave me a chance.”

Sha Wujing’s urn sounded and said, “Too many points! I just smashed a colored glaze lamp!”

Zhu Ganglu felt that it was time to show him to the organization, so he put down the cigarette and said to Sha Wujing: “Lao Sha! This is the question of your consciousness. As the personal secretary of the leader, you are awkward and making mistakes. Is it the problem of the error itself? It is the problem of principle, it is the problem of attitude! It is also a mistake that I have made, and my attitude of reflection is very good. It’s like you…”

“When you were in the womb, in order to reason with him, let you recall the unbearable past, sorry for you!” Wukong was heartbroken.

Zhu Gang was open-minded and said: “It’s nothing, it’s okay, I forgot a little bit of the past, if you don’t tell me! The bitch dared to put a hat on me, and he would pass a note to the king later and let him take the pair. Adulterer, go to hell and exercise for a few years, and then cast a pig fetus for food.”

“I won’t play with him as a three-year-old, my old pig, this marshal of the canopy is for nothing!”

Wukong and Zhu Gang squatted there, watching Xuanzang wondering where they were, vaguely seeing the lines of “The Great Sun Tathagata”, Wukong pointed and said, “Do you think he can find it?” ”

Zhu Gang shook his head and said: “It’s strange to find it! I said the Great Sage! Are you really waiting for him to find the truth to clean up you?”

Wukong drew the cigarette butt from his mouth, pressed it out on the ground, and said lightly, “It’s not necessarily the one who cleans who!”

“Just his kind of rubbish, what can I do if I find the scriptures? I opened so many hangers for him to influence your life and killed his women. This kind of rubbish, there is “The Great Sun Tathagata”. What can I do? Am I afraid?”

After Zhu Gangli listened to it, he showed a knowing smile, and the two quickly got into the relationship by scolding Zhu Gangli’s stupid leadership.

The only surviving Tianzhu Asan King Kongzhi climbed towards Xuanzang on the sword mountain little by little. Golden blood covered a small path behind him. I don’t know how many difficulties he went through before King Kongzhi climbed to Xuanzang. Behind Zang, he reached out and grabbed his shoes. Xuanzang hurriedly got up and said: “What are you doing? Don’t try to be aggressive if you are beaten like this, okay, just stay there and wait for rescue!”

King Kong wisely grabbed Xuanzang’s shoes, vomiting blood, and said with difficulty: “Da…big day…like…come…true…jing!”

Xuanzang sighed: “Sun Wukong said that the little bit I was still short of was to find the Great Sun Tathagata. To restore the infinite power of the previous life.” He said here suddenly turned around and said: “This monk from Tianzhu, have you brought it? What about this “The Great Day Tathagata”?”

Vajrayana has been relieved and said: “The reason why my brother and I came to Middle-earth… is… for this… the supreme sutra of the… Tantra Vajrayana Buddhism… the Great Day Tathagata… the true sutra! ”

“It must be…” Said this, King Kongzhi swallowed another mouthful of blood.

Xuanzang slapped his chest and abdomen quickly, and said, “Don’t worry, speak slowly… where is it?”

“It must be in your hands!” King Kongzhi finally said it.

Xuanzang was surprised and said: “Impossible, I have never seen anything “Da Ri Tathagata”.

King Kongzhi widened his eyes and said, “Impossible…because…There can be no Mahayana disciples in Middle-earth, unless…it is inherited from…the Dainichi Tathagata!”

Xuanzang shook his head and said, “I learned Mahayana Buddhism from my master. Do you think the Dahi Tathagata Sutra will be in my master’s hands? He didn’t pass it on to me… No… he passed it on to me. Some things. It’s a songbook of 300 children’s songs. It also told me that this “Three Hundred Children’s Songs” has infinite power…”

Speaking of the end, Xuanzang was also stunned. He took out the “Three Hundred Children’s Songs” from his arms, and with his slightly trembling hands, the “Three Hundred Children’s Songs” that had been put together in a mess jumped out in the east. Under the first ray of light from the sun, the cover is made up of six blocks with different handwriting sizes—Da, Sun, Tathagata, Lai, Zhen, Jing.

Xuanzang’s body stagnated.

King Kongzhi looked at the scriptures and trembled all over, as if he would die at any time.

He trembled: “Quick… Practice!”

Xuanzang placed this Great Sun Tathagata Scripture in front of him, and a breeze from an unknown source slowly turned the pages of the book for him. Numerous scriptures were turned in front of him, and Xuanzang suddenly realized something. , King Kongzhi slowly propped up his body, took out a dagger with trembling hands, and slashed towards Xuanzang.

Xuanzang remained motionless, letting the dagger fall on his hair.

King Kong Zhibao solemnly said: “As the fifth-generation disciple of the Mahayana inheritance, I will shave for you, and since then, I will convert to my Buddha and become a Mahayana disciple.” With the stroke of the dagger, Xuanzang’s explosive head was streaked. Cut down, countless Sanskrit sounds sounded from around him, and the morning light from the rising sun seemed to gather on him, and his body was golden.

Wukong nibbled peaches and watched quietly.

Finally Xuanzang fell into his seat, knotting the meditation seal with both hands, and a bald head gleaming. Zhu Gangli covered his eyes and shouted: “Ah! My eyes!” When the end of the seal was turned over, Xuanzang saw a small graffiti on it. The brushwork was childish and cute, and he was a clumsy little novice monk.

Suddenly, a teardrop slipped silently.

When the graffiti was wet, the ink stains spread out with tears, and I couldn’t see clearly anymore.