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Episode 1: The Disciple of Fantian 1.8 There is no Bodhi tree, but the dead tree blooms in spring Part 2

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    Wu Ming was buried underground for a day and a night, and Nanfeng stood guard for a day and a night.  When she opened her eyes, she saw that the mountains were all withered and yellow, and the fallen leaves were flying wherever the wind passed. It was a late autumn scene!  The female catcher was horrified. Could it be that all the spiritual energy in the mountain was absorbed by him?     actually not.  Since Jilong Mountain is the 42nd Blessed Land, it has taken advantage of the situation and its spiritual energy has never dried up. How could Wu Ming's small body be able to drain it all away?  The reason why the vegetation withered is because the area around the bodhi tree was suddenly empty, and the spiritual energy around it automatically came to fill it, making the nearby spiritual energy thin.  After three to five days, the spiritual energy will gradually fill up, and the mountains and forests will have a spring and summer atmosphere.  The sky is turning white, and the morning bell of Jiming Temple is ringing.  The sound of the bell is powerful and exciting, deep and clear, spreading in all directions along the top of the mountain, with an endless aftertaste.  Today the bell is ringing especially for a long time, presumably because of the visit of distinguished guests.  Nan Feng Ning glanced at the motionless Bodhi tree and fell into concentration again.  As soon as the bell rang, Jiming Temple became busy.  The monks, novices, monks and the heads of each courtyard opened the mountain gate, added lamp oil, swept the floor and cleaned the windows, dusted and dusted, and were very busy.  Although they were welcoming distinguished guests, there was no joy on the faces of the monks, because the few monks in red robes standing at the mountain gate came to visit the temple.  "Brothers, my master's Buddha-like heart and his good name for thousands of years in this temple rest on your shoulders today!" "Amitabha" They are all disciples of Master Kirigakure, so there is no need to say the rest.  Several eminent monks came down side by side. Although they were all at the prefectural level, they were still very powerful.  "Haha" As if he felt the aura of several eminent monks, the man in red robe who was standing at the mountain gate and looking up at hundreds of temples all over the mountain couldn't help but smile, "Kirigakure himself didn't come, but he welcomed me with a few monks.  "It's really interesting" Turning around and whispering a few words, the attendant immediately took off the chain from the neck of a man in red robe who was lying on the ground.  "Titing, follow me up the mountain!" "Hoot, hoot" The red-robed man named Diting slowly stood up, salivating all over the floor, the amount of water was amazing, Wu Ming would have been in awe of the clothes he was wearing.  Along the mountain climbing stone steps, a row of gray-robed people and a row of red-robed people rushed towards each other and met halfway.  The eminent monk of Jiming Temple was about to proclaim the name of Buddha and salute, when suddenly he heard the loud chanting sound coming towards him like a tide.  "Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is color" The eminent monks held their breaths and looked at each other, and they all saw the same answer: 'Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra!  ¡¯ ¡®Is it possible that this monk wants to use the Sanskrit version of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra to show off his power?  ¡¯ The eminent monks were suddenly relieved. It turned out that they were testing my foreign language!  I discerned the syllables carefully and was about to chant in Sanskrit, but the sound of chanting stopped suddenly.  The Mandarin Chinese of different pitches and thicknesses sounded at the same time: "The four elements of the monks are all empty. I have long heard that Jiming Temple is the head of Eastern Zen Buddhism, but I don't know if the six sense organs of the eminent monks on the stage are quiet?" The first half of the sentence was still mixed with mixed sounds in the second half.  The sentences suddenly became uniform, and when the man in gray robe came forward to greet him, he saw a row of identical monks from the Western Regions!  "The Tubo State Master, Samye Duojin Bazhong, went up the mountain to pay homage to Namo Gelong Xinla Wuga (Tubo language: Namo Samantabhadra Guangming Buddha, which is the name of the Buddha promulgated by Tantric Buddhism)" A row of red-robed men regardless of  The appearance, voice, expression, and movements are exactly the same!  Even a row of prefecture-level masters can't tell which one is the real Tubo master!  Although the faces of several Zen masters were calm, they were all sweating from behind.  This question is to test the six faculties of the monks!  The six roots are also called the six emotions, which refer to the six sense organs or cognitive abilities.  Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.  The eyes are the faculty of seeing, the ears are the faculty of hearing, the nose is the faculty of smell, the tongue is the faculty of taste, the body is the faculty of contact, and the mind is the faculty of thought!  ¡°Obviously, as long as the eminent monks find out the real Tubo Master, they will win the first game!  But the problem is that although the Tubo Imperial Master is the "Zhong" among the Eight Extremes, most of the people in the East are portraits, and few people have seen him in person. Moreover, the two continents are far apart, and the Tubo Imperial Master is rarely seen in the East.  When he showed up, almost no one knew him, and several eminent monks present met him for the first time.  How can you tell the authenticity based on the feeling of meeting for the first time?  The scene cooled down for a moment, and the Tubo Imperial Master didn't care. A row of people stood in the sun, breathing the fresh air of the 42nd Blessed Land, with no trace of trace on their faces covered with thick white powder.  Joyful expression.  At this time, there was finally movement in the back mountain.  With a long sigh, the charred dead wood suddenly burst into flames like firecrackers.There was an explosion, and for a moment sawdust flew into the air. Nanfeng concentrated his energy to block the flying debris around him.  Suddenly there was a mountain breeze, and the stiff wood was died, and a light smoke was filled.  I don¡¯t know how deep the dark cave is, but the strong wind blows over my face, blowing over the veil. Nanfeng Ning is leaning over to look, but unexpectedly a pair of arms in the dark wrap around the back of my neck. Just as he is about to struggle, his lips tighten, and his whole body freezes.  There, it's like being struck by lightning!  Thousands of feelings came to my heart, and the girl was so dizzy that she didn't know where her soul was.  After a long time, there was a crisp sound of "Boom¡ª¡ª" in the ear, and the beauty jumped up from the ground like a frightened white rabbit.  He was so strong that he dragged Wu Ming out of the cave.  ¡°You¡ª¡ª¡± The female catcher frowned coldly, pointed at Wu Ming and was about to yell at him, but before the words came out of his mouth, he started sobbing softly.  "Sister Nanfeng" Wu Mingsheng swallowed the words "Girl, spare your life" and moved towards Nanfeng Ning, whose face was full of tears.     brush!  With the sword light, Wu Ming subconsciously ran away with his head in his arms.  After waiting for the sword for a long time, I took a peek and found that Nan Feng was staring at him with complicated eyes.  The compelling eyes were full of resentment and contempt, mixed with a bit of unwillingness and disgust. At the end, there seemed to be a hint of joy?  That must be an illusion.  Wu Ming even admired himself. He could read so many meanings in just one glance!  "Little thief!" Seeing Wu Ming holding his head and hunching his waist, his eyes rolling, and not knowing what tricks he was thinking of, Nan Fengning was immediately out of breath, stamped his feet, and was filled with anger.  When he came to his side, he raised his hand and grabbed the thief's ear, twisting it back and forth.  Although Wu Ming screamed miserably, his hanging heart was relieved.  ¡°Sister, have mercy on me¡ª¡ª¡± This cry of pain was truly heartfelt and full of energy, which is rare in the world.  Not only did it frighten the birds all over the mountain, but it also made the gray-robed monks, who were staring at each other, break away from their obsessions. They didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from their brows, and they all proclaimed the Buddha's name.  "How?" the men in red robes asked in unison.  An eminent monk with the strongest physique stepped forward and said: "I have heard for a long time that the master is not only profound in Buddhism, but also famous in the Western Regions for his cultivation. I am a poor monk who is not talented. I would like to ask for advice!" Several eminent monks nodded in unison!  , the body shape and appearance can be imitated, but the cultivation level of a heaven-level master is probably impossible to imitate!     'hey-hey!  This is what I've been waiting for!  ' The man in red robe looked up to the sky and laughed: "I heard that Jiming Temple's unique knowledge Guan Gaiyu, but unfortunately I have never been able to visit. I have been itching for a long time. Today I got what I wanted, which is a great relief for my life!" As soon as the voice fell, a fire shadow shot into the sky.  Get up and attack the gray-robed monk!  "Machakra Vajrapani!"
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