Chapter 256 Draw the ground as a prison

"The road to cultivation of immortals is long and infinite immortals. In one day in the cave, the world has been thousands of years. Everything is nothing but clouds and smoke, and suddenly a dream. Why do you have to stick to it? With his calm opening, the old monk gave people a feeling like a spring breeze.

"Amitabha... The master's lesson was that the disciple Moke was persistent. Put your hands together and Moke sincerely reflected.

I don't know why, in the face of this old monk, there is an indescribable sense of trust in Moke's heart. In the dark, he feels that the old monk is a great power of Buddhism.

With a wave of the sleeves of the robe, Moke was very free and sat directly opposite the old monk.

The old monk smiled and said nothing, and Moke was as calm as water. The two sat withered like this. There was no sound around, only the white fog kept spinning.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe it was just a moment. Maybe one day, the old monk suddenly showed a gratified smile on his face. As for Moke, he also overflowed with a smile. Although there are no words, there is a kind of emotion lingering at this moment, with each other and knowing each other.

Buddha has an allusion of picking flowers and smiling. At the Lingshan meeting, the world's meeting, picking flowers showed it to the public. At that time, everyone was silent, but the Venerable Jiaye smiled.

Buddha does not save Buddha, but spreads the heart. Buddha picks flowers and Jia Ye smiles, which is to spread the heart with his heart.

At this time, Moke and the old monk looked at each other and smiled, and there was a trace of smile.

The old monk's void was a little far away. Suddenly, a large area of white fog condensed and turned into a smooth and crystal white jade mirror, on which the faint sound of Buddha's Zen singing came out, showing a picture.

On the top of a mountain, there are two great backs shaking and looking at each other. One of them is an old monk. His monk's robe floats, like standing in the clouds and looking down at the gods and Buddhas of all sentient beings, with compassion and coldness shining on his face. As for the other person, he is a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, dressed in brocade and white temples. He has a sense of college, but his shiny skin and deep eyes like the starry sky show this person's extraordinary vulgarity.

"Huineng, you and I didn't have a grudge, but you actually wantonly preached Buddhism, destroyed the unification, and the humanitarian program. I, Meng Wuji, can't tolerate it! Our generation of Confucians, who know the things and reform the world, are the most reasonable sayings of heaven and earth. As for your Buddha's way of Buddhism, it is extremely false and the most hypocritical!" The middle-aged man opened his mouth and called himself Meng Wuji.

"Amitabha... Donor, the so-called difference does not work together. You and I have been fighting for a day. Why don't we have a command debate? With a slight smile, Hui can not be moved.

"Good! That's what it should be!"

A flash of light in his eyes, Meng Wu gave a big shout. Obviously, this suggestion was right in his arms.

"Huineng, I, a Confucian saint, founded the holy world of the heavenly heart, created all kinds of wisdom, all kinds of morals, taught all things, and opened the wisdom of all things. Righteousness, morality, order, benevolence, this is Dali. How dare you argue with me about the set of false compassion proclaimed by your Buddhism? His eyes suddenly became sharp, like cold arrow knife frost, and Meng Wuji sneered.

Just now, he was still arrogant and elegant, but at the beginning of the debate, Meng Wuji's words were as cold as a knife, and his words were heart-inspiring, and he suddenly put his Confucian righteousness in a supreme position.

In the face of all this, Huineng was not in a hurry and made great kindness and said, "Amitabha... Lord, my Buddhism is true, good and beautiful. With infinite wisdom and benevolence, I want to universalise all living beings in heaven and earth, so that they can gain great self-reliance and seek great blisitude. You Confucianism, adhering to the monarchy system, has a strict level, where can there be no great love? Donor, you can find any planet and see if the hearts of kings and subjects are the same in that country! Take a look at the poor monk, the Buddha country in my palm, and everyone is very happy. My Buddhism is to save all sentient beings and create a real country of great bliss!"

Hui Neng's words are equally sharp. In the face of the battle of doctrine, they compete against each other and do not allow it at all.

In one breath, he completely refuted Meng Wuji's words. Hui Neng did not give the other party any chance and continued to say kindly, "Amitabha... Donor, it is not easy for you to practice to this extent. Rumor has it that soon after the opening of the flood and famine, many strongmen of Taoism worshipped our Buddhism and achieved the throne of Bodhisattva, which was to explore the general trend between heaven and earth. The poor monk is here to advise the donor to think carefully and escape into our Buddhism.

"Good... The people in Buddhism are really eloquent people!

In an instant, Meng Wuji was furious, and then he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fierce anger in his heart.

"Huineng! The flood and famine of all things, and the survival of the fittest is the supreme principle of heaven! Between heaven and earth, it should be like this. If you follow the purpose of Buddhism, can there be independent souls between heaven and earth? But is it still a real individual? It's simply nonsense! Great righteousness, Ming Liuhe, knowing demons and ghosts, reaching gods, this is the truth! Let me ask you, where was the heart demon born? Meng Wuji opened his mouth as if he had something to say.

With a smile like a spring breeze, Hui Neng said without hesitation, "The heart demon is invisible, but it is an invisible thing that breeds in the hearts of creatures, without law and wisdom. If everyone can practice Buddhism, they can adhere to the true essence of Buddhism, calm their hearts and demons, and be truly free and happy!"

Huineng's answer is quite rigorous.

However, Meng Wuji's face showed a conspiratorial smile, and his eyes were even brighter.

"Hahaha..... Huineng, since you say so, let me ask you, the world is a demon. Where there is a world, there is a demon. If the demon is destroyed, the world is destroyed. If the world does not die, the devil will not die. How to universalize all sentient beings? As you said, it's simply contradictory!" With a loud shout, Meng Wuji was in high spirit.

Boom!

As soon as this word came out, it suddenly became like a thunderbolt in the sky and thunder all over the sky. Rao was able to meditate for many years, and the Buddha's heart was like an abyss. At this time, his face was also dramatically changed, and his heart was shaken.

The struggle between hearts is the most dangerous. It is often normal to kill people in one word. At this time, Meng Wuji grasps the world as a demon. His words are pressing step by step, but he suddenly forces Huineng to a dead corner. According to Huineng's previous words, they are contradictory.

"This..."

The face changed continuously, and the wisdom of the Buddha's heart was lost for a while, and his breath became unstable.

"Hahaha..."

laughed again, and Meng Wuji's body stood up, and a strong atmosphere filled the world, rolling and oppressing.

With a flash of his body, Meng Wuji's figure disappeared. However, a vast voice was transmitted to the void, "removing the skeleton, unintentional is selfless, everything in the world is one, and my Confucianism is the supreme reason of heaven and earth! Hui Neng, you can reflect here. I hope you can understand and become a Confucian one day!"

"Hey..."

With a long bitter sigh, a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. As soon as he stood up, he sat in a hidden valley. A circle of Buddha light appeared with his fingertips. He sat in it, painted the ground as a prison, and actually imprisoned himself.

In the void, the mirror like white jade flashed, the image was extremely clear, and even the expression was lifelike.

"Peng!"

After these pictures were displayed, the mirror collapsed and turned into a white fog again, circling around.

In the latter situation, Moke knows that Huineng has been sitting on the ground for 30,000 years and has been unable to break his heart and break that sentence.

"The world is a demon. Where there is a world, there is a demon. To destroy the world is to destroy the world. If the world does not die, the devil will not die. How to save all sentient beings?" Moke chewed this sentence repeatedly and gradually showed a state of meditation.

At a certain moment, Moke's frown gradually stretched out, and his eyes overflowed with an indescribable color.

As soon as his heart moved, Huineng's eyes lit up. That problem plagued him for 30,000 years. He himself knew that he had entered a dead corner, and Moke had just come into contact with this problem, and perhaps he would have some unique ideas and opinions.

"Amitabha... Master Huineng, in the view of the little monk, although the heart demon is born, it can not be born. The key is still in the word Buddha. Heart demons and worlds, but twins are different. My Buddha is very compassionate and wants to save the world. Can't this heart demon be transformed by my Buddha for good? Moke's tone was ethereal and told his opinion.