Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3405

[Chapter 3405 Incineration]

“Amitabha, the immortal friend misunderstood the poor monk!” Cihui looked up at the woman and said, “The poor monk was not questioned by this little monk, the poor monk just thought…such a smart little monk, this kind of wise monk Tantric Buddhist son, what should the poor monk do to lead him into the right path of my Buddhist practice! Did the poor monk find an eminent monk for him to teach him, or did the poor monk do it himself?”

Xiao Hua was startled, his eyes swept the young monk up and down, and asked lightly: “Is it possible that the poor monk is so stubborn in front of the master? The poor monk asked the master, what is the right way and what is the evil way? You? How do you know which path is the right path if you haven’t attained fruition yourself? Even if the master has attained fruition, is your path guaranteed to be the right path? Is your right path necessarily the right path of the poor monk? The poor path will follow you Will the road be sure to bear fruit?”

When Cihui heard this, her face became even more bitter, and she had Huanglian in her mouth, and she lowered her head and recited the Buddha’s name: “Amitabha, seeing the little monk today, the poor monk thinks of the poor monk’s day. I don’t know. The sky is high and the earth is thick, I don’t know that the sea is wide and the sky is wide, I don’t know that there are many mysteries in this world that can’t be known by people. People are just dust in the world. It’s absurd. What else can a person have except arrogance, arrogance, and contempt? Only when one truly recognizes one’s own insignificance can one truly practice. And the so-called practice is not the practice of geometry in Buddhist practice, or the practice of Buddhist secret techniques. How much you have read, but how much you have read the Buddhist scriptures, and how many good results have been achieved! Even a poor monk would say that the words in the Buddhist scriptures can kill people, and only the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures can make people live!”

In Cihui’s remarks, the first half made Xiao Hua sigh with emotion, which was similar to what he thought, but the second half made Xiao Hua puzzled again! However, Xiao Hua could also see that Cihui’s remarks really came from the bottom of her heart, and she didn’t hide anything. The earliest Buddhist master that Xiao Hua met was Han Zhu. Han Zhu was a complete liar, who deceived Xiao Hua very badly. Later, Xiao Hua met several Buddhist disciples, but he did not leave anything good for him. Impression, therefore, even the old monk who had just gone west could not completely change Xiao Hua’s hatred of Buddhism. At this time, Cihui had just seen herself, and she thought so much about herself and was worried about herself, but it made Xiao Hua feel alert, not knowing what medicine was sold in Cihui’s gourd.

“If you can understand the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures, even if you leave the Buddhist scriptures behind your head, you will still be able to achieve fruition!” Cihui obviously didn’t know what Xiao Hua was thinking, and still said, “If you can’t understand the spirit, then you should be familiar with it. Reading the Buddhist scriptures, truly understanding the grand aspirations of the Buddha, simply showing off and arguing, simply explaining words and deciphering words, can only lead to a dead end, not even a wrong road!”

“Master is partial, right?” Xiao Hua said indifferently with a hint of victory and defeat in his heart.

Cihui’s face was still sad, it seemed that every word of Xiao Hua made his heart hurt, like a knife piercing his heart.

“Little monk, you don’t need to say more, the poor monk asked you three questions, do you think so!” Cihui asked regretfully.

“Master, please tell me!” Xiao Hua nodded, but he wanted to see what the young monk had to say.

“You are quite advanced in your Buddhist practice. If you don’t expect the poor monk, I’m afraid you have already reached the realm of dirt?”

“Yes, what the master said is true!” Xiao Hua frowned slightly, and did not want to answer, but after thinking about it, he said honestly.

“You study very few Buddhist scriptures, and even the poor monk thinks that you may not even read one!”

Xiao Hua raised his brows. Before today, he really hadn’t read it, but at this moment, the Buddha’s relic in the Niwan Palace had already read half of the Buddhist scriptures. Xiao Hua looked at the woman who pursed her lips and smiled, sighed, and nodded: “What the master said is very true.”

“Is this the third question?” Cihui turned to look at the woman and smiled bitterly, “The poor monk suspects… this little monk is not a Buddhist son of the Pure Land world at all!”

“What?” Xiao Hua was surprised, and even more shocked. At first, he spoke a little slower, just to adapt to the words similar to the Sanskrit world in the Pure Land world. By now, he has become extremely skilled, and it is impossible for others to see it. I didn’t expect to be revealed by Cihui about my origin. Therefore, Xiao Hua involuntarily touched his nose and said with a wry smile, “Where did the master say this?”

“Little monk…” The woman smiled and seemed to be playing a double rehearsal with Cihui, “Xianyou Cihui means…you are just a monk who has just shaved, even if you haven’t heard of the name of Xianyou Cihui before, but After all, he is the predecessor of the ‘ci’ generation. Look at your appearance. What kind of master is not a master? Do any Buddhist disciples call their predecessors that? Also, where did you get the name Tipu? As far as I know, there is no such generation in the Pure Land world!”

When Xiao Hua heard this, he already had a bottom line in his heart and smiled, “Isn’t what Master Cihui said just now? The poor monk has never read any Buddhist scriptures, and he doesn’t know any Buddhist sects, that is, when the two came to Daxue Mountain. He just had his ordination just before, and Master Cihui looks so young, he seems to be a little younger than the poor monk, if he hadn’t seen two great supernatural powers, the poor monk wouldn’t even call him a great master!”

Saying that, Xiao Hua squinted at the blue lion and the strange bird that were parked not far away.

“You don’t have to say it!” The bitterness on Cihui’s face did not diminish, and she looked at the old monk on the grooved wooden board and asked, “What is the name of this elder?”

“The poor monk doesn’t know!” Xiao Hua shook his head, “The poor monk asked when he came, but the elder didn’t answer, nor did he give the poor monk any name!”

“The tantra!” Cihui sighed, “The poor monk doesn’t know what to say! The tantra has continued to this day, so it won’t be passed down to the young monks who just entered the school, right?”

“If the master doesn’t want to say it, then don’t say it!” Xiao Hua replied, “When the poor monk burns the elder’s body, take out the elder’s relic merits and talk about it.”

“You can start…” Cihui nodded, took the first two steps to the board, clasped her hands together, and began to recite something in her mouth. The sound was very rhythmic. Although it was not loud, it could clearly float within three feet. Wisps of Buddha light emanated from Cihui’s body, slowly covering the old monk’s body.

“Amitabha…” Xiao Hua also recited the “Rebirth Mantra”, stepped forward, and lit the wooden board with the oil lamp in his hand. The bright yellow flame on the board gradually rose, slowly wrapping the old monk’s corpse. , Xiao Hua felt a little desolate in his heart. The old monk had been here for nearly a hundred years. In the end, only this fire was with him, and everything was turned into smoke and dust flying in the air.

“You can start the little monk!” Seeing that the flames were getting bigger, Xiao Hua still lowered his head and chanted, and Cihui next to him couldn’t help reminding.

“Start? Start what?” Xiao Hua wondered, stopped chanting, and looked up at Cihui.

Cihui was stunned for a moment and blurted out: “You…Aren’t you going to burn this elder’s relic?”

Xiao Hua’s heart suddenly felt bad. He hurriedly asked the Buddha’s relic to turn over the Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, and said bravely: “After burning the elder’s skin, the relic will naturally come out?”

“Hey… let the poor monk come, it will be too late!” Cihui opened her mouth to explain, but looking at the flame, she had to pat her forehead with her hand, and a Buddha light flew out from the top of his head, and then her hands returned again. It was a pinch, it turned out to be a Buddha seal that Xiao Hua had never seen before!

“Little monk…” The woman next to her was bowing her head solemnly, but at this time she couldn’t help but speak again, “Relics are the foundation for ordinary Buddhists to cultivate as Buddhist sons. Presumably the little monk himself should have relics, right? These Buddhist sons will use Buddhist secret techniques to condense their karma and merit into their relics before going west. When the Buddha’s fire burns their fleshly bodies, those karma will condense in the relics and become one with the relics. The relic can protect the karma of the Buddha’s son in this life and prepare for the Buddha’s son to practice in the next life. And this elder, it seems that the bag is very old, I am afraid that there is no Buddhist cultivation base, just ordinary monks, these monks can’t By condensing one’s own karma and merit, even if you burn the flesh with Buddha’s fire, you can produce relics, which are all molten bones, etc., except as a memorial for people to look at, there is no other purpose. To retain their karma and merit, they can only rely on external forces. And these external forces… To be honest, Immortal Friend Cihui never had such magical powers, all he could do was to give birth to relics. And this relic is not another relic!”

Xiao Hua was stunned and smiled bitterly: “The poor monk really doesn’t know!”

The woman squinted at Xiao Hua and shook her head slightly: “It looks like you really don’t know! There is a Buddhist cultivation base in the sky!”

While speaking, Cihui had already formed a seal with both hands, and the Buddha’s light from his forehead was condensed in the Buddha’s seal, just like the nine-character mantra in Xiao Hua’s mouth, “Go~” Cihui saw the golden ridge text in the Buddha’s seal condensed, and put her hands together. As soon as he lifted it, he gave a light reprimand, and the fist-sized golden inscription flew out of Cihui’s hand…

The brilliance of the golden mantra was extremely dazzling, Xiao Hua’s eyes closed slightly, and at this moment, a strange thing happened. The old monk’s body that was lying motionless on the wooden board suddenly moved, and the old monk suddenly moved. The monk’s closed eyes also opened, and his turbid eyes stared blankly at the sky, but in just a moment, the Buddha’s fire, the Buddha’s light had been reflected in his eyes, and the old monk’s face like orange peel unexpectedly gave birth to a kind of feeling. Rarely relieved and relaxed, it was like letting go of a heavy burden, his lips trembled slightly, and the shape of his mouth should be “South Gate Maitreya Buddha~”. However, before the old monk could speak, the forbidden Buddha’s words in Cihui’s hand had changed from the size of a fist to a size of ten feet, covering the grooves on the entire foot of the mountain, “Boom…” On the wooden board, the old monk’s body was Up, that Buddha fire was so prosperous that it turned into a pair of three-rank lotus lotus, completely submerging the old monk!

The old monk smiled, the turbidity of his eyes disappeared, a kind of clarity flashed, and the relaxed smile and the satisfaction of seeking benevolence condensed on his face…