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Chapter 257: Opportunity

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    Under the Salsa tree, Xiang Que and the old monk looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

    Xiang Que didn't know how to speak. When facing the old monk, it was as if a cloud of fog had gathered in front of him. He was sitting right in front of him, but he couldn't feel any breath from him. It was a bit foggy to look at the flowers and the moon in the water.  the meaning of.

    This must be an eminent monk with profound Dharma, even if there is no one who cultivates his own superb Dharma, people can't help but feel a sense of respect.

    Buddhism and Taoism are different. There are two kinds of people in Buddhism. One specializes in Buddhism, and the other focuses on cultivation. The former is to save all living beings, promote Buddhism, inherit Buddhist teachings and continue the culture of the Buddhist world, while the latter is the same as Taoism.  Dharma, just like the old monk in Xuankong Temple, his cultivation base is quite capable.

    Xiang Que felt that the monk in front of him should belong to the former. The power of Buddha in his body was absolutely astonishing, but he was a real Buddhist. After his death, he would definitely transform into a relic, or maybe be enshrined in a golden body.

    Only the high-level people who have attained the Tao have this kind of treatment.

    "Master, why did you let me in?" Xiang Que couldn't stand the staring eyes, so he couldn't help but speak first.

    "Because you should come," the old monk replied.

    Xiang Que sighed inwardly, quite helpless, he was annoyed to talk to this kind of old monk with superb Buddhist teachings, because when the other party spoke, it was like Zen words like where are you from and where are you going, listen to the ears  It hurts.

    This point comes from the old Taoist. He said that the bald donkey in Xuankong Temple was so tiring talking when he didn't practice closed-mouth meditation, and he wanted to knock the bald donkey's head more than once because of his temper.

    "Why should I come?" Xiang Que asked.

    The old monk glanced at him and said nothing, Xiang Que understood that it was because he should come.

    "Vald donkey, you will be scolded for talking like that." Xiang Que murmured in his heart, and then asked again: "Then what's the point of my coming? Or is it to do something, or to get something?"

    "Do what you have to do, and you will get it," the old monk said very slipperily in Zen language, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth.  The corner of Xiang Que's mouth twitched, damn it, can I hold my breath and suffocate myself to death?

    I won't talk to you anymore, okay?

    "When the Buddha was eighty years old, he took a bath in the Hiraniyadi River, and then went ashore to the Sala double forest, spread grass and leaves between two larger Sala double trees, and placed the Sangha  Lay it on it, then face north and west, rest your head on your right hand, lie on the Sangha on your right side, and finally ascend to heaven.¡± The old monk said by himself at this time: ¡°Do you know why the Buddha passed Nirvana under the Sala tree?  Is it?"

    The old monk thought that if he didn't speak, he would come up with Buddhist allusions as soon as he said it. Who would know this if he didn't specialize in studying Buddhism?

    If you ask me why the Buddha ascended to heaven, can I tell you that it was because Sakyamuni was old enough to die at that time, eighty, people at eighty in ancient times were already super-long-lived, and it was normal to die.

    Xiang Que shook his head and said, "I don't know."

    "You are here, let's realize it." The old monk stopped talking after finishing speaking, put his hands between his legs, closed his eyes and meditated.

    Xiang Que's eyeballs are about to pop out, you let me realize it here?

    I am enlightened to a basket, the Buddha died under the Salva tree, why did I also ascend to heaven under the tree?

    Xiang Que rolled his eyes and looked up at the sal tree.

    This tree has a tall tree with a tall trunk and an upright trunk. It will feel very spectacular when viewed from the bottom up.

    In fact, he also understood that the old monk must have a reason for asking himself to enlighten himself, but Xiang Que didn't grasp the essentials, and he didn't know where enlightenment came from later.

    More than half an hour later, Xiang Que was still sitting stupidly, looking up, opening his mouth and blinking his eyes, very cute.

    An hour later, he still held his head up and didn't lower his head, because his neck was completely stiff and he couldn't turn around.

    After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Xiang Que's sanity seemed to gradually become blurred.

    At this time, the wheel-turning king picture on his back was a little restless again, and it was very itchy, as if there were countless bugs crawling on that area, and it seemed that they were about to get out of the flesh.

    "Hiss" Xiang Que gasped, feeling a bit unbearable, even sitting down felt very uncomfortable.

    "»©À²À²" At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the branches and leaves of the sal tree swayed gently with the wind.

    However, the Sal tree in Xiang Que's eyes suddenly became blurred and foggy, and everything in front of him was like this.

    Suddenly, a burst of Buddha's voice resounded quietly from Xiang Que's body, it was the Sutra of the Ten Temples of Yama's Suppression of Prisons.

      Both the Prison Sutra and the Borneo tree came from Tianzhu, and they were taken from the West by two eminent monks. In the final analysis, they belong to the same source.

    Following the resounding of the Prison Sutra, the salsa gradually became clearer before Xiang Que's eyes.

    When the leaves swayed, the branches began to bear Udumbara flowers. The flowers were like towers, also like candlesticks. When the flowers bloomed, the palm-like leaves held up the pagoda, and also seemed to enshrine the candlesticks. The treasure looks solemn.

    The sound of the Buddha blooms with the flowers, and then the flowers fall until they wither. There is an illusion that life is but a blink of an eye.

    Suddenly, Xiang Que fell to the ground in pain, and his back was in great pain. The image of the Wheel-Turning King in the Ten Halls of Yama was especially unbearable for him, as if his skin was about to be exploded.

    Xiang Que stretched out his right hand in pain, and touched the lower left corner of his back. He rubbed his skin and suddenly felt that the flesh protruded, and the edges and corners were very obvious.

    "The Udumbara flower is blooming," the old monk said suddenly.

    If someone lifts Xiang Que's clothes at this time, they will find that on the lower left part of his back, the salsa branch in the hand of the Wheel-Turning King is actually embossed, which is very lifelike, and the color of the whole Yanluo map has become brighter than others.  A few pictures are slightly darker.

    In layman's terms, it seems that this picture has been activated.

    Xiang Que was stunned. He recalled that when he was ten years old, he had tattooed ten images of the ten halls of Yan Luo town prison all over his body. The old Taoist once told him something.

    "After the tattooing of the image of Yama in the ten halls, it only gives you a means to control the image of Yama through the medium of the Prison-Suppressing Sutra, but in fact, the Sutra of Suppressing Prison and the Image of Yama are not complementary to each other. To completely control the image of Yama, you still need  An opportunity, every picture needs an opportunity, this cannot be forced.¡±

    At that time, Xiang Que asked very ignorantly: "What if I can completely control these ten pictures?"

    "I have no idea"

    "why?"

    "You seem to be a bit of a tiger, because I don't know who has manipulated all the ten Yanluo pictures. If you have a chance, go and taste it yourself. Don't ask me such an idiotic question."

    Xiang Que clasped his hands together, and respectfully said to the old monk in front of him, "Thank you, Master, for fulfilling your mission."

    The old monk recited Amitabha and said: "What is yours is yours. The Buddha also talks about fate"

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