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Text Chapter 33 The Great Compassionate Buddha¡¯s Sounds Temper the Sword Heart

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    On the way to the residence of Master Puhong with Faxiang, Long Xuan couldn't restrain his curiosity, but he asked Faxiang: "Brother Faxiang, Tianyin Temple is also a major Buddhist sect, why do you care about the secular world?"  "Open?" The Dharma Prime Minister smiled faintly, clasped his hands, led Long Xuan around the Main Hall, and walked out of the back door of Tianyin Temple.  After understanding the principles of Buddhism, he made a great wish and said: Buddha is the Buddha of all living beings, not just me. So I decided to open the mountain gate to accept the people." As he said this, Dharma Minister pointed to a small path in front of him that led to the top of Mount Sumeru.  Mountain Road, with a wry smile on his face: "But monks need to be clean after all. My mentor and several uncles are people who love tranquility, so they always live in the small temple on the top of the mountain. We usually call it 'Little Tianyin Temple'!"  " Long Xuan nodded and sighed slightly: "If I don't go to hell, who will? Master Puhong's personal practice is really heartbreaking!" Fa Xiang nodded slightly, smiled faintly, and did not answer any more words!  Although Mount Xumi is not as towering as Qingyunmen Tongtian Peak, it is definitely not low.  The Tianyin Temple they came out of just now was already in the middle of the mountain, but this time they went up and walked for half an hour before they saw the plaque of the Little Tianyin Temple.  From the outside, Xiao Tianyin Temple can really be called a small word. The courtyard can only be accessed three times, which is very different from the magnificent Tianyin Temple halfway up the mountain. However, this place is far away from the world, and only the green pine trees can be seen around it.  Bamboo is a dense forest. The mountain wind blows and the loose bamboo sways. It is indescribably quiet and elegant. Compared with the bustle at the foot of the mountain, it is a different feeling.  Dharma Xiang led Long Xuan through the middle Buddhist hall, turned two turns to the right, and walked into the back hall, where there were three pure Zen rooms.  The Dharma Minister walked forward, towards the door of the Zen room in the middle, and said loudly: "Master, Senior Brother Longxuan of Qingyun Gate wants to see you!" The people in the Zen room seemed slightly surprised, and after a moment, an old but kind voice sounded: "  Please bring Master Long in, don't neglect your distinguished guest!" As the Buddhist monk walked into the Zen room, Long Xuan looked around and saw that the Zen room was plain and unpretentious, and all the furnishings were not even as good as those of Long Xuandai before.  In the quiet room for guests passing by, Master Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, was sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand and looking at him with a smile.  "Long Xuan, a disciple of Qingyun, has met Master Puhong!" Long Xuan bowed to Master Puhong first - whether it was his own cultivation and demeanor or his actions, the Master Puhong in front of him was worthy of the name of a giant of the righteous path.  It is by no means comparable to hypocrites like Yun Yilan.  Therefore, Long Xuan could shout and kill Yun Yilan, but he could only be respectful and solemn when facing Master Puhong.  Master Puhong looked at him carefully, from top to bottom, with a strange light of compassion shining in his eyes. He also turned the rosary in his hand gently and said with a smile: "Old monk observes that the true essence of my nephew's body has gathered, and he has returned to his original nature.  , Could it be that we have reached the state of 'Supreme Purity'?" As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the Faxiang standing next to Master Puhong was shaken, but he looked at Long Xuan in surprise.  "Uncle Master's Dharma Eyes are as bright as a torch. This disciple has indeed been lucky enough to break through to the 'Shangqing'!" Long Xuan nodded slightly, but he was not surprised at all. Master Puhong can be regarded as the same as Master Daoxuan, and his cultivation level is bound to reach the sky.  In addition, Long Xuan didn't deliberately conceal it, so it's not surprising that it can be seen through at a glance!  "Amitabha, Senior Brother Daoxuan has accepted a good disciple!" Master Puhong said with a calm voice and a smile: "I wonder why my nephew is here?" Long Xuan took out the blood-devouring bead, held it in his right hand, and presented it to  Master Pu Hong looked in front of him and said with a smile: "This disciple has two purposes here. One is to visit Master Pu Zhi, and the other is to hope that Master can use the wonderful Buddhist method to permanently suppress the blood-eating evil spirit in this bead!"  With a serious look on his face, the man took the blood-devouring bead and examined it carefully, but he took a breath of cold air: "Amitabha, so domineering and cruel. This bead has been lost for thousands of years, and has been used by two supreme methods.  Despite the suppression, the blood demon inside is still so tenacious. It is indeed worthy of being called the most precious treasure of the demon sect!" Long Xuan nodded slightly and solemnly said: "What the uncle said is true, the blood-devouring bead demon is powerful and the blood demon is astonishing. It is indeed an ordinary method!  It can't be suppressed!" Master Puhong clasped his hands and said, "Don't worry, nephew. My Buddhist magical powers are best at restraining such evil things. As long as the old monk and several junior disciples form the 'Vajra Crossing Ring' magic circle, they will be able to eliminate it.  This evil bead is evil!" Long Xuan nodded and handed the blood-devouring bead to Master Puhong, but said: "If so, it will be troublesome for me, uncle." He paused, with a look of regret on his face.  Se: "Since Master Pu Zhi is still in retreat this time, we can't disturb him. When he comes out of seclusion in the future, please ask Master Uncle to relay the disciple's greetings!" Master Pu Hong heard Long Xuan talking about "Pu Zhi"  "In the name of the master, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes, but the smile on his face remained unabated: "My nephew is coming to our Tianyin Temple. It's a long way to go, so you might as well stay a few more days and let our temple be treated like a landlord!  " "This," Long Xuan hesitated, but seeing Master Puhong's good intentions, he naturally couldn't help it.Refuting his face, he immediately promised: "In this case, my nephew will not bother me!" He chatted with Master Puhong for a while, and then followed the Dharma minister to the side room.  Master Puhong watched his figure disappear, but he sighed in the direction of Mount Xumi, and said to himself: "Junior brother, destiny has been determined, and all things will eventually be reconciled. You have studied Buddhism for many years, don't you still see it?"  Do you want to use the word 'reincarnation', hey!"  Tianyin Temple is majestic and majestic on Mount Xumi. Countless mortals gather from all directions in the early morning to face the statues in the temple.  They worshiped, expressed their wishes, and prayed for God's blessing.  Tens of millions of people came and tens of millions of people went. This time of gathering and dispersing never stopped for a moment.  Only the golden Buddha in the hall is always holding flowers and smiling; the lights in front of the hall are always on, as if they have seen all the vicissitudes of the world.  In the blink of an eye, Long Xuan has been staying in Tianyin Temple for many days, listening to the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, which ring on time every day from unknown places in the temple, and spend his days in silence.  Somehow, in just a few days, he seemed to have integrated into this strange environment. Apart from occasionally chatting with a few familiar monks from Tianyin Temple, and occasionally going out for a walk on the mountain road, every day was full of  He was silent, looking through the scriptures, lost in thought.  He did not deliberately run the "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" and "Nine Heavens Xuan Jing", but he felt that his magic power was improving every moment.  He thought about the Shu Mountain in his previous life, the blue clouds in this life, and this inexplicable time-travel, but he vaguely felt that high up in the sky, out of sight, there was a place called reincarnation, which controlled the fate of all living beings!  He didn¡¯t even practice swordsmanship every day these days. After getting up early, he stood on the top of Mount Sumeru with his sword in hand, looking at the rising red sun!  On the first day, as a sword cultivator, the invisible sharpness in his body was reduced by more than half; on the second day, because of his practice of Xuanmen's true method, the faint aura of the world gradually faded away;  In the sky, Long Xuan stood outside his wing, watching the rising sun set in the west, the sunset glow dissipating, and the sky full of stars. The faint sword power on his body was gone, and his whole person looked confused, as if he had lost his soul.  At the very top of the distant Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda, Master Puhong stood side by side with an old-looking monk, looking at Long Xuan's courtyard.  "Just three days, just three days, Amitabha, he is enlightened!" The old monk said quietly with a smile on his face, clasping his hands together.  Master Puhong nodded slightly, with a look of compassion on his face: "This boy is determined and talented. In just three days, he was able to decipher the Great Compassionate Buddha's message. It was indeed amazing. I don't know where he will lead Qingyun in the future."  How high!¡± The old monk nodded slightly, with a look of enthusiasm: ¡°If a person like him continues to grow, he may be able to create a path to immortality for my cultivation world!¡± Master Puhong listened to the old monk¡¯s words,  His eyes were filled with worry, and the beads in his hands were turning faster. He was chanting Buddhist scriptures, but he didn't answer any more!  I don't know how long it took, but Long Xuan finally came back to his senses. He seemed to have woken up from a big dream. He held Qingping in his hand and spread it out with sword after sword. It was such a simple move back and forth, but it gave people a sense of ever-changing.  A feeling of exhaustion and endless meaning.  There is no scattered sword light and sword intent that penetrates the sky and the earth. It is a sword move, and it is just a sword move. It abandons the impetuous and prosperous, leaving only the most essential artistic conception of the sword, which is lawful with lawlessness, turning the tangible into the intangible.  Long Xuan's sword at this moment has lost all its luster, and he is listening to the wind and rain in a silent place. Every sword is aimed directly at his heart!  After a long time, he stood up with his sword put away, but then he opened his eyes and said quietly to himself: "No one who is good at fighting has great achievements. The sword has no edge. Only when it is unsheathed can you see the blood!" At this time, there was a sound coming from outside the door.  "Tuk-tuk" knock on the door, mixed with the clear voice of Dharma Prime Minister: "Senior Brother Long, are you here? I'd like to see the little monk Dharma Prime Minister!"
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