Chapter 111

Jueguang is a good monk. When Lu Zhengkang asked him to meditate, he honestly meditated.

Jue Guang is also a very loyal monk. After introspection, he runs to find the abbot and tells the story of pure land once and for all.

The old monk couldn't sit still when he heard this, and his excitement was beyond expression.

In fact, for Zen, the attraction of pure land is not so great, but it's like a group of ducks hearing that a car is full of fodder. As long as monks hear that there is pure land, they will giggle like ducks. Even if the car is loaded with pig fodder, it doesn't prevent them from full of hope for their future life.

"I'm going to see the Buddha now!" The abbot ran to another courtyard with a smile.

As soon as Lu Zhengkang looked at his expression, he could guess what was going on.

"Do you want to see the pure land?"

"All at the Bodhisattva's command." The old monk bowed.

"Oh, then don't go."

“…… Wait Zixing came up and grinned bitterly. The folds on his face shrank into a ball. He looked like a steamed bun. "I want to go, poor monk wants to go!"

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "if you want to speak directly, you don't have to be polite here." His heart read a move, pure land beads hanging on the edge of the line, and the son of the mountains as the magnificent edge bead connected, "don't be distracted."

The upper bead of Zen master Zixing is bright and blazing. Under the traction of the upper edge line, it slowly moves towards the pure land bead.

It doesn't matter whether the upper edge is space-time or size. When the huge upper edge bead like a mountain falls into the pure land, it also disappears without a trace. On the pure land bead, it is just a little dust.

The abbot walked in the pure land on the moon, gently stroked the beautiful Epiphyllum, praised: "what a sea of Weituo flowers!"

"Are you interested in love stories, too?" Lu Zhengkang came to him.

Zi Xing revered the Bodhisattva and replied, "but there was a time when he was young."

"Good."

Lu Zhengkang praised him and then looked up at the sky.

In other words, they are looking at the earth.

The black land is like the black night sky, which covers most of the sky. Only when you look around can you see the real dark purple sky.

The abbot also looked up.

"Poor monk, looking at this vast, desolate and dark place, does Bodhisattva intend to build eighteen hells to punish villains?"

Lu Zhengkang was silent for a while and said softly, "no, I will not create hell."

"Can't the Bodhisattva bear to see this

"I just think that hell should not be the standard to judge people's actions, but reason, law and morality."

The son is silent.

"It's not a bad thing that the prime minister will destroy the imperial court. Maybe in the future, the world will go on the road of CO governance, and it's not known. At that time, do you think about where Buddhism will go?"

The abbot frowned and thought about it. He felt that the problem was so profound that there was no place to start.

"You didn't think about it. The monks didn't think about it." Lu Zhengkang seems to be talking to Zen master Zixing. It seems that he is just talking to himself.

They looked at the earth without saying a word.

All of a sudden, there was a slight sound of waves in my ear, a little bit, very faint. The sound was more like the rustle of green insects gnawing leaves, but it was continuous and more and more loud.

The sound came from the black land above. The sea water was surging in the unobservable place, which became more intense and loud, like rolling thunder in the dark sky.

The Abbot's face looked strange, but he didn't ask.

The sea is constantly surging, suddenly, at some time, it seems to encounter a cliff, the waves collide with the barrier, giving out a deafening explosion.

The tsunami continued, and the barrier did not collapse. For a moment, it seemed that there were hundreds of millions of magic soldiers fighting, resounding through the four poles.

The abbot opened his mouth and found himself speechless. Everything was forced to be silent in the surging sound.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A heavy higher than a heavy impact sound, the dark out of the wet wind, blowing in the sea of flowers, swaying between petals and clumps of fluorescence, at this time, just like the rain, the wind is strong.

However, just as this voice fills every corner of the world, there is a dull and powerful voice. Although it is slight, it is just like the spring bud of honeysuckle. Its vigorous vitality is booming.

The bass is increasing and accelerating, and the great power even makes the whole earth shake up.

The sea is shaken away and the barrier is silent.

There are only the mountains that rise in the darkness.

Zixing opens his eyes wide and looks at the dark mountain top stabbing at Jinyue like a long knife.

Great, tough and bursting, this mountain peak can contain all descriptions of strength and core.

"This is..." The old monk's lips trembled.

Lu Zhengkang said faintly: "Xumishan!"

Boom!

The peak penetrated the surface of the moon, and in an instant the whole beautiful full moon broke.

Large pieces of broken land fall to the earth, it is a non-stop meteorite rain.Zen master Zixing stepped out of thin air, dodged the rubble, and rushed to the falling Lu Zhengkang.

"Buddha He drank, but his voice could not be transmitted. In the loud noise, he caught Lu Zhengkang's body, but the white and noble shell turned into pieces of Epiphyllum, like light spots.

Zen master Zixing was stunned and suddenly looked up at the dark purple sky.

The full moon is no longer there, but a statue larger than the moon hangs in the air.

That dark stone, fuzzy shape, transmission is the misty shadow, flashing with infinite light.

Standing on the left shoulder of the statue, Lu Zhengkang looked at the abbot from a distance.

"Come on." He spoke softly, and the world whispered.

In a flash, Zixing stands beside the Buddha.

"Bodhisattvas have no light, Bodhisattvas have no power." The Zen master combines ten respects.

After all, he had a deep meditation and a steady mind. Although he was shocked by everything in front of him, he would not confuse his consciousness.

Zixing has a bird's-eye view of the earth. With the breaking of the lunar soil, the dark earth has a brilliant light, and finally can see everything.

On the earth, there are a circle of mountains and a circle of ocean between the mountains. In the middle of the mountain is the tall Xumi mountain. I don't know how much it goes into the water and how much it goes out of the water. Now the whole mountain is shining.

"Little thousand worlds?"

"No, it's my fist."

The abbot was stunned, and then realized that the martial arts of the Buddha had reached the wonderful situation of the unity of essence, Qi and spirit, and the power of God. Every move was accompanied by the spirit. If the spirit is not broken, the martial arts will not be defeated.

"It's said that there is Wuliang Vajra sect in the snow plain of the western regions. It's said that there are four God palms in Xumishan mountain, but compared with the Buddha, it's firefly and bright moon competing for brilliance!" The Abbot's face was excited, "once the spirit of this mountain comes out, the demons will be shocked!"

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "I know. Now the moon has been destroyed by me. Let's live on the mountain in the future."

After that, the Buddha slowly falls, with his back against Xumi, and the rosette touches the bottom of the sea.

There are steep cliffs on the mountain, and there are many broad platforms full of Epiphyllum.