Chapter 33 Strange Sounds 2

There continue to be strange sounds in the void, male or female, extremely far and extremely close, extremely large and extremely small. At this moment, in the void, except for this strange sound, Qiao Xiaoxuan can't see half a human figure, not even a bird, and nothing in the void:

There is a story about Wang Fujian, the ancestor of the immortal sect in the East, who converted to the authentic immortal sect in the West. Once, Wang Jian accidentally met Guang Chengzi in a tavern. Guang Chengzi is good at immortality and teaches Wang Bujian's immortality spell. After that, Wang Butian was mysterious and no one knew his whereabouts. Later, someone found his poem on the wall of the Bell Tower of Qionglu Mountain:

One day is free, and Daqianhe reports peace; Zhou Tian has a treasure to find a way, and he has no intention to ask Zen.

Once, Wang Fujian visited the Evil Dragon Mountain and saw purple clouds on the mountain. He knew that there were unusual people on the mountain, so he went to visit. After going up the mountain, he happened to meet the evil dragonless Zen immortal to beat the drum and rise to the hall. He mixed in the crowd and planned to listen to what the evil dragonless Zen immortal said. At this time, the evil dragon Wusheng Zen immortal had seen him and knew that he was Lv Gong. He was about to inspire him, so he asked harshly, "There is a thief in this seat." Wang Bujian heard the complaint of the evil dragon Wusheng Zen immortal, so he resolutely stood up and asked the evil dragon Wusheng Zen immortal, "A grain of rice hides the world, and boils mountains and rivers in a half-liter pot. What do you mean?" The evil dragon Wusheng Zen fairy pointed to him and said, "You corpsekeeper!" Wang Bushian said, "What's wrong with my immortal medicine?" The evil dragon Zen immortal said, "Even if you live for thousands of years, you will eventually die." Wang Jian was shocked, so the flying sword stabbed the evil dragon, but the sword could not pierce it. Wang Jian knelt down and asked for instructions. The evil dragon Wusheng Zen immortal said, "I don't ask what is a grain of rice in the hidden world?" Wang Buchian realized after listening to it, so he wrote a fairy phany:

He dropped his ladle and broke the piano. From now on, he has not refined gold in mercury. Since he saw the evil dragon, he has known that he had made a wrong intention in the past.

The evil dragon has no living Zen immortals, and its legal name is Wan Gui, and it is the ancestor of the evil dragon school. Wang Jian is a generation of masters of the Immortal Immortals in the East. He has seen the mysterious world in his time, but he is still greedy for this undead body. Therefore, it is inevitable to return without leaving the three realms. Even if you get a great blessing, ascend to the colorless world, and become a great immortal, it is like shooting an arrow in the air, and you will fall with all your strength. The evil dragon no living Zen immortal inspired the prince to teach him not to cling to things and stick to the immortality and pleasure of the flesh. No matter how long his life is, no matter how big the blessing is, it is still in the shackles of the six paths. There is no dust in the heart, which is the highest level of life beyond. The prince's attitude and practice focused on the thoughts of the Oriental Immortal Immortals. However, with Wang's unstrong cultivation skills, it only takes a little bit of the evil dragon and no living Zen immortals to be enlightened. Wang Xianzhi's sages could not be put down in those years, not to mention our generation. It can be seen that it takes wisdom and hard work to see through it.

"Master, can you support your body by drinking water and not eating every day?" The little Shami in the Wushengxian Temple asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. I have been living like this for three years. I just hope that I can move the immortals and let me know when the next Myra immortals will be born." The eloquent Great Rasha Bhikkhu Han answered sincerely.

In the neighbor of the Western Bliss Fairyland, there is a country called the Little Lifeless Law Ninja Anle Fairy Kingdom. Around its capital, there are mountains on both sides, and there are many immortal temples in the mountain. In one of the mountains, there lived a mage. In order to see the great immortals and practice painstakingly, he has been on a hunger strike in the temple for three years and only drinks a little water every day to maintain his life. He is also known as the "clear debate of the Great Rasha Bhikkhu Han".

The asceticism of the Great Rasha Bhikkhuhan finally moved Guanzi's sincerity for his sincerity.

One day, Guanzi appeared and said to him, "You'd better go to the stone wall on the south of the cliff of the Little Lifeless Immortal City and sincerely recite the Diamond Field Magic Lonely and Immortals every day. Three years later, someone will give you advice."

"Thank you, Great Fairy! Thank you, fairy!" The pharasha Bhikkhu Han was overjoyed to come to the edge of the stone cliff mentioned by the Great Fairy, and tried his best to praise the "King Kong Field Moroni's Unrection of Life and Silence". In this way, three years have passed.

"What do you wish for? Why are you so diligent?" On this day, a god suddenly appeared in front of the stone wall.

The clear debate Da Rasha Bhikkhu Han told the gods, "I want to see the Myra Immortal, watch the Great Immortal guide me, and let me recite the Diamond Field Moroni Immortals, saying that in three years, someone will help me. Is it you?"

"Exact." The god replied, "Your piety touched many gods. There is a 'Anologa Leaf Silent Lifeless Palace' in this cliff. If you can continue to recite the scriptures carefully, three years later, the stone wall will open today. At that time, you can go in and see the Great Spirit Fairy.

So, the great Rasha Bhikkhu Han was full of hope and continued to recite the scriptures.

The news that the immortal will be born three years later has already spread all over the streets. On that day, thousands of people were crowded outside the stone wall, and everyone wanted to witness the birth of the immortal.

Didn't you say that the stone wall will open? Why haven't you opened it yet?"

"Isn't it a lie?" There has been no movement on the stone wall, and the people began to talk about it.

The pious monks also felt puzzled, "Isn't he not religious enough to recite scriptures?"

So, the clear Rasha Bhikkhus held the mood of giving it a try, picked up a small seed floating on the ground with the wind, and gently threw a stone wall. Unexpectedly, "Boom!" The stone wall was weakly hit by the small seed and suddenly opened.

At that time, there were many onlookers standing outside the stone wall. They were very surprised to see that the stone wall opened because of this. They all wanted to see what was going on. Instead of dispersing, people gathered more and more. Before stepping into the grotto door, he said to everyone, "I have spent many years practicing painstakingly until this moment when I met the Myrin. Thanks to God's blessing, my wish will come true now! You can see it when you enter this grotto. Which of you would like to go in with me to see the birth of the Great Fairy?

"Please! Who dares to go into such a place?"

"I think this debating Rasha Bhikkhus is strange."

"Ouch! It's dark inside, maybe it's some kind of poisonous snake hole! If you go in, you may never get out again!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard that the Great Rasha Bhikkhuhan was going to go into the cave. Everyone was afraid of death, and no one expressed their willingness to go in with the Great Rasha Bhikkhuhan.

"This is a rare opportunity. If you miss it, there will be no more!" It took a long time for the Da Rasha Bhikshuhan to advise everyone repeatedly, and in the end, only five or six people expressed their willingness to go with him.

"Okay! It's not convenient for me to force everyone. Let it be!" Seeing this, the great Rasha monk Han felt that he could not be forced. After saying goodbye to everyone one by one, he took these five or six people and walked calmly to the cave.

As soon as they entered the mouth of the cave, the cave emitted colorful brilliance. After waiting for everyone to react, the stone wall closed again. The people who stayed outside to watch the hustle and bustle immediately understood that they had missed the rare opportunity to see the Great Spirit of Mir Confesir, and they all regretted it.

One day, he went elsewhere. At night, he passed by the wilderness. There was no village in front of him and no hostel in the back. He saw a small pavilion beside the road, so he spent the night in this pavilion. But I always wonder with trembling in my heart: Will there be ghosts in the wilderness?

As expected, in the middle of the night, a ghost came and dragged a body into the pavilion. At this time, the fake and Venerable had trembled with fear, and he had to hide aside to peep at the ghost's every move. Soon, another fierce ghost came and said it was his body. The two ghosts argued with each other, and they were inseparable from each other.

After a period of argument, the ghost first said, "Let's not argue, or ask a witness to judge who the body should belong to?" Later, the ghost agreed, and the two ghosts said to the fake and venerable together, "Please come and make our judgment. To be fair, who does this body belong to?"

At this time, the fake and the venerable have been scared out of their wits for a long time. I don't know what to do? I'm thinking: Is it true or false? If it is true, the later ghost must lose his temper and hurt me; if I don't tell the truth, the ghost who came first will also lose his temper, which is not good for me. Whether it's true or false, you will be killed. It's really unlucky to encounter such a strange thing! When he was in trouble, he thought that he was a monk, and the monk could not talk nonsense. He simply told the truth, so he told the truth.

The later fierce ghost really lost his temper and jumped like thunder. He ate the limbs of the fake and the venerable and left. The limbs of the fake and the venerable were swallowed by the fierce ghost, and their bodies hurt, their hearts hurt, and they couldn't stand it and hummed. Hearing this, the first ghost showed compassion, so he walked to him and comforted politely, "Please bear with me and let me find a way to restore your limbs to their original state." After saying that, he removed the limbs of the body and repaired them on the limbs of the fake and venerable, making his limbs intact and move as usual.

The fake and the venerable are puzzled. How can the limbs of the dead body be combined with my body? Then I went to ask Amitabha, what is the reason? Amitabha said to him, "The human body is made of four false sums. The five aggregates are not real. People's bodies are fake, so put it down. If you can put down the fake, you can naturally find the real one. What is fake? There is a knowledge of life and death; what is it really? There is no knowledge of life and death. The knowledge of life and death is the knowledge of Araye; the knowledge of life and death is the Buddha's Tibetan nature. In fact, birth and death are not two things. If there is persistence, it is birth and death. If there is no persistence, there is no birth and death, so it is called division. The knowledge of birth and death and the knowledge of life and death are actually connected, one, not opposite. Because of persistence, there are two kinds of birth and death. Without persistence, naturally there will be no birth or death or death. For those who are enlightened, Araya knowledge and Buddha Tibetan nature are one, that is to say, Araya consciousness is the Tibetan nature of the Buddha, Buddha Tibetan nature is Araya knowledge, birth and death is not birth and death, and non-life is birth and death. For people who are unconscious, you can never say that. For those who are not aware, Araya knowledge is Araya knowledge, and the Buddha's Tibetan nature is the Buddha's Tibetan nature. When he listened to what Amitabha said, he suddenly realized and suddenly proved the great Rasha Bhikkhu Hanguo.