Chapter 938 See Your True Self with Your True Self!

On the white jade lotus seat, a group of virtuous and eminent monks turned into bones one after another. Even the Qinglong Temple also showed a dilapidated look at this time, and the colorful scene of fallen flowers also turned into the desolation of late autumn.

However, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became still. This was different from the stillness of the picture, but more like a reshaping of time. Of course, this is not the real world, and Qilu did not travel through time and space. The connection between everyone, and more It's like an illusory bond.

Monk Qilu didn't seem to be surprised at all by this. He just looked at the withered skeleton sitting at the head of the bluestone table calmly.

The skin and flesh of the withered bones began to reshape, along with the withered bones that had a piece of cherry blossom on their foreheads.

The former is the monk Huiguo, and the latter is the monk Kukai.

Monk Kukai was still sitting there motionless, as if he was still unaware of everything around him, but Monk Huiguo slowly stood up and walked towards Qilu after his body's skin and flesh recovered.

"You are still a little too impatient."

Monk Huiguo said.

At the same time, Monk Huiguo opened his palms and held a handful of cherry blossoms in his palms. A gust of autumn wind blew by and the cherry blossoms drifted away. Only two or three cherry blossoms remained in the handful.

"Without respect for Buddha and ancestors, I didn't expect that I would become like this." Master Huiguo stood in front of Qilu and looked at Qilu very seriously.

He seemed to be looking in the mirror, but he always felt that the image of himself in the mirror was a bit strange.

"You are you, and I am me." Qi Lu raised his hand, and the light of the Buddhist beads in his hand was faintly visible at this time, "I am just curious, how long are you going to sit there and watch the show?"

"Alas." Monk Huiguo sighed, reached out and patted his chest gently, then turned sideways and looked at the motionless skeletons of eminent monks on the white jade lotus seat, "They are me after all. As a disciple, this Qinglong Temple is my hard work after all.”

"Amitabha."

Qi Lu took a step back. This step showed an attitude, somewhat similar to the Chu River and Han Dynasties.

Monk Huiguo smiled slightly. In fact, he knew the attitude of the person in front of him from the beginning. Otherwise, he could have made a better choice and a less wasteful choice.

"From your standpoint, compared to you, we are just a phantom memory left here. How much can you take away from the phantom memory? If you stand from our standpoint, we are They are living people." Monk Huiguo asked seriously, "Do you feel that it is too regrettable?"

"At least, I'm still me." Qi Lu replied.

"I'm not trying to survive, nor am I trying to last longer. I'm not that vulgar, and I'm not that boring. I also yearn for a free place where I'll be forgotten for the rest of my life.

But I still think it might be better for me to replace you. After all, my wisdom, my ideas, my experience, everything about me seems to be better than yours;

I don’t need to force you, and I don’t need to use force. I just want to ask you one last time, are you really unwilling? "

Qi Lu didn't hesitate at all and shook his head directly.

"That's all." Monk Huiguo took a few steps back and sat back on the bluestone table. He frowned slightly, as if thinking, looking at it, or with a self-deprecating look. I don’t know what kind of emotions I’m thinking about.

Perhaps, this expression and this state of mind should not appear on this legendary monk, but now, it is a very special moment.

"Can you tell me why you are so wary of me?" Monk Huiguo asked, "If you follow my method, you will still be you, and I will still be me. You can even become a better you, and I can also become a better person." Become a better me.”

"If you were sealed here for more than a thousand years, maybe the poor monk would be tempted, but you are not.

For you, even if you are already 60 years old this year, it may be the twilight years of your life for ordinary people at that time, but for you, you are in your prime.

It is precisely because you are too excellent and too lonely that the poor monk dare not agree with your approach.

The poor monk has a friend who has a similar experience. The poor monk is not him. At this time, he does not have the confidence to walk the same path he has walked. " Qi Lu said.

"Actually, there is another reason that you didn't say." The smile and calmness on Monk Huiguo's face completely disappeared at this time, replaced by a slightly joking expression, as if only at this moment, he could remove the All masks of oneself.

It is also appropriate to use your true self to see your true self.

"You know, I won't be willing to waste it like this."

Qi Lu didn't say anything when he heard this, but this attitude was already acquiescence.

"If you don't waste it, don't waste it." Monk Huiguo clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, you are sorry for all my disciples."

next moment,

Everything around them began to recover, the monks who had turned into withered bones began to regain their flesh and blood, and the bleak environment once again changed back to the atmosphere of brilliant cherry blossoms.

The monks seemed to have just taken a nap and all had regained consciousness at this time, except for Monk Kukai who was still sitting there motionless.

Before the monks could say anything or take other actions,

Only to hear Monk Huiguo shout: "Receive the luck of Qinglong Temple!"

In an instant, a green shadow began to rise and gather from above the Qinglong Temple, turning into the shadow of a blue dragon.

"go!"

As Monk Huiguo pointed his finger, the shadow of the green dragon floated directly to Qilu.

Qilu reached out his hand and grabbed it without any politeness. Then, Qilu's eyes began to look back and forth in front of the masters in front of him.

The meaning is very simple.

"Give it to him. Give him the Dharmakaya cultivation."

Monk Huiguo said.

"Follow the law."

The monks did not hesitate at all, nor did they show any resistance or dissatisfaction. In this era, the identity of the master was enough for them to do whatever they were told to do without any meaning.

The next moment, phantoms of Buddha's light floated up from the monks' bodies, and slowly they all converged on Qi Lv.

Only the monk Kukai remained motionless. "One leaf can't see Mount Tai" refers to his state at this time. He had no idea what was happening outside and was completely isolated.

A Buddha body that almost turned into substance also appeared on Monk Zihuiguo, and he slowly walked towards Qilu, and finally sat cross-legged next to Qilu.

"On my side, it's over. On your side, it's time to start."

Monk Huiguo waved his palm, and everything around him seemed to be cut apart at this moment, like a scroll being cut from the middle. On one side were the monks on the white jade lotus seat, and on the other side was Qilu alone.

………………

The wind gently blew through Qinglong Temple, which was built in the first year of Yongzhen reign of Emperor Shunzong of the Tang Dynasty. The pace of spring brought the colorful cherry blossoms, creating a peaceful scene.

On the white jade lotus seat, the sixty-year-old Master Huiguo raised his teacup and said "Amitabha."

In an instant,

The monks below woke up leisurely, as if they and others had just taken a nap together, and as if they were only slightly absent-minded.

"Let's end today's tea party." Master Huiguo said.

"Follow the law."

All the monks said yes together and slowly left. Only Kukai, a Japanese monk who came with the envoy sent to the Tang Dynasty last year, was left. He had already become a disciple of Master Huiguo of Qinglong Temple and received his true teachings.

"Kukai, what else do you want?" Master Huiguo's face was already full of wrinkles and ravines. In this era, forty years old is already considered old, and sixty years old is already a real longevity.

Kukai was a little surprised, because he had just seen that Brother Keinori, who had been practicing silent meditation for thirty years, actually opened his mouth to say goodbye to his master with all the brothers.

Senior Brother Huize actually spoke?

Immediately, upon hearing the Master's inquiry, Monk Kukai looked at the Master with some surprise, only to find that the Master's originally gentle and jade-like face was now full of grooves, and the palms protruding from the cassock were also skinny and bony. Master, why? Have you become so old?

Monk Kukai remembered that when he came to the Tang Dynasty with the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty to meet his master for the first time, although the master was in his sixties (60), he looked like a man of twenty years old. After a year, Master actually...

"The heart is troubled because it is uneasy. If you can't see through the illusion, how can you see through the world of mortals."

Monk Huiguo looked at Kukai and said.

Monk Kukai felt a chill in his heart and quickly clasped his hands together and said:

"What the Master said is true, I am convinced."

"Kukai, you are a disciple of the two schools of Buddhism. Although you have been studying for one year, you can already leave the sect. As a teacher, you can deduce cause and effect. The future roots of my Tantric Buddhism depend on you. You can pack it up and go back. ”

Is the master trying to drive me away?

Kukai was a little panicked. In this era, the gap between the Tang Dynasty and Japan was equivalent to the United States and Mexico in later generations. Whether it was in terms of national identity or Buddhist attainments, Monk Kukai was sincerely convinced of Qinglong Temple, so how could he be willing to leave at this time? ?

Raising his hand to stop Monk Kukai from speaking, Monk Huiguo continued: "Since the reign of Emperor Taizong, the prosperity of our Buddhism has exceeded three decades. You must know that when water is full, it will overflow. Nowadays, there are vast temples in the world, countless temple properties, and temple slaves. It is even more uncountable that in less than forty years, a catastrophe will inevitably come to Buddhism. Qinglong Temple, which is the leader of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty, will definitely bear the brunt of this disaster.

However, the tantric inheritance cannot be broken. "

After saying that, Monk Huiguo looked at Kukai with a smile.

When Kukai heard this, he took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I respectfully follow my master's teachings."

"go Go."

Three days later, monk Kukai left Qinglong Temple and embarked on the road back to Japan. He did not bring a book of scriptures or any money. In addition to a cassock, he only took away a piece of cherry blossom from Qinglong Temple.

In the same year, Monk Huiguo passed away in Qinglong Temple.

Forty years later, during the Yongchang period of Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Wuzong destroyed Buddhism and destroyed more than 46,000 temples in the world, forced nearly 300,000 monks and nuns to return to secular life, and accepted 150,000 slaves.

Qinglong Temple was burned to the ground in this catastrophe...