Chapter 944 Karma

"Injuries?"

Yuanjue opened his eyes and saw the old man on the back of the young Sakyamuni, or rather, it was hard to say whether it was an old man or a middle-aged man. , the most powerful sword energy in the world.

The eyes were left with golden red blood.

full of filth.

Those pupils were almost completely destroyed.

It seemed to be pierced by the extremely powerful power of Otoki, and it was completely shattered.

Yuanjue stepped forward, his eyes were lowered, his eyes were deep, and the center of his brows seemed to be shining with a three-thousand-foot clear Buddha's light. He saw the old man's filthy aura, which contained endless murderous intent and blood. The young Shakya still couldn't understand what was in the teacher's eyes. What.

This enlightened being in the true sense clasped his hands together and said, "Teacher."

"You said that Buddhism is fighting for salvation, and if a disciple picks him up, it is destined."

"Although he is seriously injured, there is still a trace of life left, so he has a share."

"If there is a destiny and a share, it is the Dharma, and it should be saved by us."

The tall monk stood upright with one hand on his chest, said the Buddha's name, and said, "Did you save?"

"Amitabha, it is true."

He took half a step forward.

The majestic and terrifying energy burst out, and he held the Buddhist Zen staff with his right hand. The more profound the object is, the more free of distracting thoughts it is, the heavier and more terrifying it is. Believe me, my feet changed, and I avoided it with the steps of Buddhism, one step at a time, and hurriedly said:

"Teacher, why!"

"This person is covered in blood and cannot be saved."

The monk replied slowly.

The moves in his hands became heavier and more terrifying, as if the Buddha nature did not move at all. The young man pushed back every step, even though he was almost injured several times, he refused to throw the old man down. Arm stopped, said: "Teacher."

"All beings are equal!"

The monk lowered his eyes and said calmly: "The lives of all living beings are not the same."

"Some people cannot be saved."

"Just save it."

"That's bloody hands."

The Zen stick in his hand was pressed down, and the young Sakyamuni was half-kneeled on the ground, saying: "Buddhism Purdue!"

Yuanjue replied: "The poor monk only participates in two meditations and two meditations in his whole life."

"Those who can be saved, use your feet as a boat to help them cross the sea of ​​suffering."

"When the killer, use the Zen stick as a boat to help him transcend the world!"

The Buddha's light suddenly appeared, the monk's eyes were calm and peaceful, and there was no trace of honesty on his face, only the Buddhist gate was clear and peaceful, and he said indifferently: "For this person, the poor monk should send him to see the Buddha." Xue put his hands together, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and said:

"Then he has seen me, so I have to save him."

One big and one small.

One teacher and one apprentice, but with the same stubborn temper, they looked at each other.

Suddenly, there were bursts of shouting voices in the distance, and Mr. Hudi appeared among them, one on each side, holding Yuanjue's Zen staff with one hand, and pressing the young Sakyamuni's head with the other. Said: "Calm down, you two little guys, why are you fighting again?"

"Sakya, don't make Teacher Ni angry anymore."

"Yuanjue, don't be so bad-tempered."

"Come, come, put it all down, let it go, what can't you say well? You have to use swords and guns..." Mr. Hudi sighed, and said: "After a while, this little Sakyamuni will have to ask for help." Go back to his time, can't you live in peace?"

Yuanjue and Sakyamuni felt sad at the same time.

Sakyamuni came here thousands of years ago.

When the bodhi leaf on the boy's waist withers, he will go back.

Back to that era.

They comforted the two iron-headed bald heads, one big and one small.

Then seeing the dying old man in a state of distress over there, Yuanjue was silent for a long time, and said: "Since you insist on saving him, then focus on fate. If he is destined to be related to Buddhism, then you will naturally save him, otherwise , don’t blame the poor monk.”

Sakyamuni clasped his hands together and responded with a smile.

Rub your shoulders and knock your back.

Served very like a dog.

There is a bright and cheerful smile on his handsome and delicate face.

It was as if being able to save another person really made him very satisfied.

"Master, Master is so kind."

In the end, it was decided that both sides would take a step back and keep the old man by their side to see if he could be saved. Otherwise, Yuan Jue would mercilessly throw his Zen stick out to give him a precise headshot, and then sing a reincarnation mantra on the spot , even this and that soul spirit was praised.

The young Sakyamuni carefully helped to clean and treat the wound.

Although Yuanjue frowned, he still helped in the end.

It's just that the help was a bit rough, and he stretched out his hand to hold the old man's injury. After walking in the wilderness, the purer and thicker Buddha's light flowed endlessly, forcibly setting the bones to heal the injury, but it also made the old man frown and hurt, and he still let out a low voice in a heavy coma. screams.

The young Sakyamuni scrubbed the old man's wound, but saw that although the old man's beard and hair were white.

But for some reason, there seems to be an invisible force at this moment, causing the old man to change his life and death. It seems that he is about to transform into a tall man. He looks old, but he is only middle-aged. disappear.

When the young Sakyamuni was helping to heal his injuries, he seemed to wake up with a start and was in great pain.

He grabbed Sakyamuni's wrist with one hand, scratched out bruises, blood flowed out, roared in the air, and went crazy: "All things will be hidden, all things will be buried! The earth, the great..." The young Sakyamuni was about to speak, and was about to appease him. Jue carried the Zen stick upside down, and pressed the Zen stick directly on his forehead.

Then the rescued guy fell to the ground without saying a word.

Yuanjue sat down without changing his face.

"it works."

Physical transcendence method.

Physical tranquilizers.

Sakyamuni twitched the corner of his mouth, and then wiped the scar on the man's face, but looked at the dark eyes over there, scratched his head, looked at the thin old man over there, and ran over shyly to tap the old man's shoulder: "Grandpa Hu, are you the most tired, let me rub it for you?"

"Not tired or tired."

"Then, are you thirsty? I'll pick some fruits for you."

"Okay, okay, you little slicker."

The old man had no choice but to say, "Tell me, what can the old man help you with?"

"That's good, you are the world's most reliable Grandpa Hu!"

The thin old man was amused by the young man and laughed, "You really know how to name names."

The young Sakyamuni, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, danced and said, "Of course, I can name myself many, many names, such as Shakyamuni, Gautama, Siddhartha, and Lion Fenxun, the Tathagata with ten thousand actions!"

"It is the Tathagata of the Sea of ​​All Buddhas in Nanwu!"

"Nawu has all kinds of samadhis to eliminate doubts, and the first aspiration is the Buddha who does not move!"

Suddenly the old man laughed and said: "Nan Wu is also the most slapstick little cunning Tathagata."

"It's the one that can make your master angry and angry Tathagata the most!"

Yuanjue, who was meditating, snorted.

Suddenly the old man just laughed and walked over, opened the man's eyes, looked at the two black holes, and said: "It's just a pair of eyes, the old man is really good at practicing fakes, he is best at this kind of thing, ah..."

The old man hesitated suddenly, and suddenly recalled the misery he had really caused by practicing fakes before.

The belly was as fat as it was blown.

These tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years will not go down.

However, it should be fine now, right?

This kid doesn't look like much trouble...

Besides, I have exhausted all the backlash left over from the past, and now I can be said to be light-hearted, refreshed, and have only two eyes.

Suddenly the old man laughed loudly, patted Yuanjue on the shoulder, and then patted Sakyamuni on the shoulder.

"Take your eyes that can break the sins of all things and save lives and judge crimes!"

"Take your Buddha eyes that treat all living beings leniently and delight you when you see them!"

The old man clasped his hands together and approached with small steps as if he was holding something. He just put it down, and immediately stood up triumphantly.

Suddenly the old man was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Duang!

The flesh on his body suddenly fell down.

"It's like I'm getting fat again..."

Duang!

"Same……"

Suddenly the emperor was silent.

Yuanjue was silent.

The young Sakyamuni was stunned.

Hu Di touched his stomach, it was round, plump and soft, he fell silent for a moment, then touched his chin, DuangDuang's was very elastic, the corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and finally he took out a small mirror and looked through the mirror When I realized that I had changed again, the original cause and effect would be restored.

The old man's eyes straightened, and he looked at the sweet-mouthed boy over there.

He looked at Yuanjue who was holding a Zen staff.

He looked at the unconscious man over there again.

The corners of the mouth trembled: "You, the three of you, all of you have great karma and aura?!"

The old man shook, sat down on the ground, and cried loudly:

"Whoa, whoa, what a fool I am, really!"

"I just know that the fox cub can't be touched, but the old man really didn't expect that he can't even touch the guys around him, woo woo woo woo, I'm getting fat again, I'm getting fat again, you three, you three wow Ahhh..."

Yuanjue rubbed the center of his brows, sighed and said, "Find a place first and see if your body is injured."

He helped up Hudi who had suddenly become fat again, found a safe place, and checked the situation of the old man, while the young man was carrying the injured man who had changed from the old man's life and death mechanism into a middle-aged man, looking for To a dilapidated house.

The young Sakyamuni said with a gentle and brisk smile, "Teacher, please accept him as a disciple, too? In this way, we can have one more person in our practice journey, and it will be much more interesting."

After I leave, there will also be a junior with you.

The monk looked down at him and said flatly, "If you saved him, then save him to the end."

"Don't let go of your desire to save others after satisfying it."

"Sakyamuni, saving people is tainted with karma. It's not that simple. You have to bear the weight of a life. If you want, you can accept him as a disciple."

The young Sakyamuni was stunned.

But Yuanjue also ignored him, and turned around to help Hudi recover.

The seriously injured man slept for a long time, and suddenly in the night, when the wind and the moon were raging, he was woken up by the sound of wind and thunder outside the door. His face was full of panic, but he didn't know who he was or what happened in the past. A teenager brought himself water with a smile on his face.

"Are you awake?"

"How are you feeling?"

"I, who am I..."

"who are you?!"

Pain appeared on the man's face, the true soul between the eyebrows was pierced by a sword, the Dao fruit was deprived, life and death were reversed, and the memory was shattered and turned into a state of powder. Sakyamuni was surprised and said: "Don't you remember the name? I I saved you, and I can give you a name if you want."

"You can use it for now."

The man sensed the boy's kindness and nodded.

Sakyamuni clasped his hands together, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "When you were unconscious just now, you kept yelling, saying that all things will be hidden, and all things will be buried in the earth. Why don't I just take one from it?" name?"

"Bury, Buried's burial is too cruel."

The teenager frowned thoughtfully.

The man had a splitting headache, and there seemed to be a Buddha's light flowing between his brows. The wind and rain outside wrinkled, and the room was dark. The monk turned his back, sticking his finger to light the lamp.

Millennium dark room, one light is bright!

A short and fat old man next to him was sitting on a stone, smiling helplessly, but he didn't care much.

The tall monk turned his back to all the burning lamps.

A fat old man with a bare chest and a smiling belly is sitting on the left, and the young man is on the right.

Then the boy in front clapped his hands and laughed:

"Yes!"

"Everything is buried in the earth, you should have been buried in the earth."

"But burying living beings is too cruel and too sad. Hiding is very good, and it feels very gentle." The young Sakyamuni folded his hands and smiled: "Everything is hidden in the earth. When spring comes, it can turn death into life." .”

"Your name."

"Ksitigarbha!"

"It's my big disciple."

Kala Kala, Yuanjue slammed down the palm of his hand, his pupils shrank, and the lamp oil fell on his hand.

Ksitigarbha...? ! !

Sakyamuni scratched his head and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, it seems that I can't say this."

"But I am willing to accept you as a disciple, you can think about it."

The boy smiled warmly.

"Ksitigarbha."

PS: The third update today...

Ksitigarbha, the true disciple of Sakyamuni, the enlightened Buddha.

According to the identity pedigree in the Buddhist scriptures, these two are really masters and apprentices.

Someone really guessed it, but there have been many hints before, power is the change of life and death, but it is not the right way/mythological way is [all things are buried, all things are hidden in the earth]/before directly by Xuanzang's Buddha's light and sword energy Enlightenment amnesia, leaving behind the breath of Buddhism