Chapter 176: Buddha, Please Come First

Chapter 176: Buddha, Please Come First

Chapter 176: Buddha, Please Come First
Sunset and moonrise.

When the last ray of setting sun disappeared, the entire Ten Thousand Mountains fell into darkness.

The red moon rises high.

In the darkness, rustling sounds could be heard from time to time.

That's the evil coming out to act.

And at the place of Ruoshui Black River.

Chen Huangpi and his group of people, Du'e Xingzhe, were watching a strange scene happening.

The Weak Water Black River is dark and boundless.

But with the arrival of night, the black fog on the river surface, which could kill anyone who touched it and could scare the soul away within three breaths, merged into the night.

Looking around, they were all confused for a moment.

Can't tell the difference between black fog and night.

"Look, the moonlight is shining!"

The brass oil lamp served as a reminder in Chen Huangpi's heart.

Without it saying anything, Chen Huangpi had already seen the changes caused by the moonlight shining on the Ruoshui Black River.

There is light in the darkness.

No matter how dim the moonlight is, it is still light.

As the moonlight shone on the river, the pitch-black darkness was dispelled.

As a result, the previous black fog also disappeared.

And the river water became clear.

When Chen Huangpi looked into the river, he actually seemed to see a whole new world.

Sparkling and blurry.

There are mountains, islands, rivers and secret passages.

And under the water, there was indeed a dark square pillar that looked like a stone tablet.

The Ruoshui Black River is located at the southernmost side of the Ten Thousand Mountains. During the day, it serves as a barrier between the outside world and the Ten Thousand Mountains.

But at night, it turns into a mirror.

"really weird."

Chen Huangpi couldn't help but say, "This Weak Water Black River is so terrifying that even an immortal would be poisoned or drowned if he fell into the water during the day. Why is there a world hidden in it?"

"No, no."

The Traveler Du'e said fearfully: "It's not hiding a world, but reflecting a world."

“Before the great changes in the world, if there were any ancient cultivators who could shake the world, they could use their Dantian as a singular point to open up a paradise.”

"If I am not mistaken, the reflection of this Weak Water Black River is the paradise of a certain powerful person."

"Or rather, it is a reflection of the Dantian of a certain powerful being."

Before the changes in heaven and earth, cultivators had various methods of practice.

But in general, the immortal way is the mainstream.

If Chen Huangpi was just an ordinary cultivator, this Du'e Xingzhe would definitely not mention any ancient cultivator, but would instead replace him with a Buddhist cultivator.

But what Buddhism practices is the wheel of destiny.

Although it is the same thing as Dantian, they are not the same.

Only by becoming a Buddha can a Buddhist practitioner create such a world.

Du'e Xingzhe walked to the bank of the Ruoshui River, tore off a piece of rag from his sleeve and threw it onto the water.

When the rag fell into the water, ripples appeared.

It sparkles under the moonlight, and the silvery-white color is like snowflakes sprinkled on the water.

"Donor Chen, please take a look."

The traveler Du'e said, "At night, the Weak Water Black River is no longer as strange and terrifying as it is during the day. My clothes are floating on the water, so the boat can naturally protect us from sinking."

"But the river is endless. It would be very difficult to find the fishing rod."

"Du'e Xingzhe, I understand everything you said."

Chen Huangpi sighed and said helplessly: "In fact, I also know that this is not much better than looking for a needle in a haystack, but the phantoms in my dream insisted that I come here to find a fishing rod, and said that after I find the fishing rod..."

"Just what?"

"Can not remember."

Chen Huangpi scratched his head and said, "Anyway, let me find the fishing rod. Maybe I'll remember it when I find it."

Well, Buddha is young.

It's normal not to remember what happened in your dreams.

But in this case, I really have to find this fishing rod.

After all, this is the will of the Buddha.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen."

The traveler Du'e smiled and said, "You are the Lord of the West, I will definitely help you find the fishing rod. The worst that can happen is that you will just have to spend a little more time here."

The Ruoshui Black River became a little more normal after dark.

Just get back to shore before daybreak.

Then you won’t be trapped by the black fog.

Thinking of this, the monk Du'e said to the other monks, "Hurry up and set up the boats, and go down to the river to find fishing rods for the Buddha."

The monks immediately said, "We will obey your orders."

Chen Huangpi was surprised and asked, "Du'e Xingzhe, why do you call me a Buddhist disciple? I am obviously a Taoist priest!"

The monk Du'e said meaningfully: "Donor Chen, your robe cannot hide the Buddha spirit in you. When you get into the water, you will understand why I call you a child of Buddha."

"Okay, I believe you."

Chen Huangpi was a little panicked, but also a little expectant.

His eyes were even more wandering.

It seems like he really has some different ideas about his origin.

Moreover, he murmured quietly: "I have been very interested in Buddhism since I was a child. Shouldn't I practice Taoism instead of Buddhism?"

Seeing the Du'e Xingzhe looking at him, Chen Huangpi immediately kept silent.

The former just smiled and pretended not to hear.

Son of Buddha, son of Buddha.

You have not awakened your innate wisdom and are still somewhat confused about your own nature.

Once you get on the boat of flesh and blood and see your true self and the Buddha body, you will realize who you really are.

Nearly a hundred monks sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

And he also lit a candle in front of him.

The same goes for the Du'e Walker.

Chen Huangpi had some understanding that when the candle burned out, the flesh and skin of these monks would turn into a bottomless boat of flesh and skin.

"Du'e Xingzhe, your candle looks so strange, what is it made of?" When the candle was burning.

Chen Huangpi smelled a faint fragrance.

The traveler Du'e remained calm and said calmly, "This candle is called the Six Pure Candles. Smelling it can calm your mind. If a person with great wisdom smells the incense of this candle, he will be able to understand the Buddhist principles and see the true body of the Buddha."

Chen Huangpi nodded as if he understood something.

But he did not hear any Buddhist principles.

Nor did they see the true body of the Buddha.

He only smelled the stench of corpse oil and saw the illusory faces turning to ashes as the candle burned.

The soul-seeking ghost said angrily: "This candle must have taken at least thousands of lives to make. Even the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld are not as cruel as this."

Chen Huangpi said in his heart: "He thought I couldn't see it, but I saw it clearly. The monks in the Western Regions are even more excessive than those in Dakang. If I go to that damn place one day, I will kill them all and make a river of blood flow."

The monks and gods of Dakang feed on human popularity.

I have been displeased with Chen Huangpi for a long time.

But at least, those monks and gods still protect mortals, they just treat them like cattle and horses, as a kind of resource.

The Buddhist practitioners in this Western Buddhist country not only rely on human popularity to practice, but they also eat human beings.

Even candles have to be refined by humans.

Although Chen Huangpi had never been to the Buddhist country in the Western Regions, he knew what that hellhole was like just from these few words.

The brass oil lamp sighed, "The eighteen levels of hell in the underworld are just for fun. The real hell is still the Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions."

In fact, Chen Huangpi didn’t see much from these six pure candles.

On the contrary, Huang Er is the extremely yin and evil Nine Nether Divine Lamp.

There is no essential difference between lamplight and candlelight.

By analogy, Huang Er saw the whole process of refining this thing from the candlelight of the six pure candles.

Three thousand boys and three thousand girls.

Use magic power to keep him alive, and never let him die until his body is completely refined into corpse oil.

After death, one must use magical powers to keep their souls hanging.

Even souls must be refined into oil.

Only in this way can it be considered as six pure candles.

Chen Huangpi can hear the voices of mortals, but cannot hear the voices of the souls of the six pure candles.

Because those souls don’t want to ask for help at all, they just want to burn out quickly and be freed quickly.

As the candle burned out.

Chen Huangpi was in a trance and seemed to hear a sound of exhalation.

The voice was very childish.

It didn't sound real, like an illusion.

For some reason, he felt a little sad.

"Huang Er, these six pure candles are so weird. I seem to hear the sound of a child younger than me exhaling. Did you hear it?"

"You heard it right, because it was me exhaling."

The brass oil lamp said reluctantly, "I was just bored and recalled what you looked like when you were three years old, so I subconsciously learned it."

Chen Huangpi said unhappily: "Huang Er, you are so shameless. I am already fourteen years old, and you are still imitating me when I was a child. You are not allowed to learn from me in the future."

"Okay, I won't learn anymore."

The brass oil lamp was unwilling to tell Chen Huangpi what it had seen.

That process is too cruel.

It was afraid that Chen Huangpi's mind would be polluted.

However, it did not see that there was a hint of blue-black color emerging in Chen Huangpi's eyes.

That is the power of the evil eye.

And just when the candle burned out.

The flesh of the Du'e Walker suddenly began to move.

This man was already very old, with skin full of wrinkles and age spots. At this moment, his flesh was moving, and all the wrinkles were stretched straight, as if something was trying to drill out from under his flesh.

Puff.

A pair of hands broke the flesh.

The walker tore open his own skin and walked out.

The Du'e Xingzhe, who had white hair and beard and a face full of wrinkles before, now looked at least thirty years younger and looked like a strong and powerful middle-aged monk.

"This is the truth of this little monk."

The traveler Du'e smiled and said, "When you take off your stinking skin, you will naturally see the truth. The Dharma is boundless and the connection is wonderful."

As he spoke, he pointed at the peeling flesh.

"The sea of ​​suffering needs a boat to cross. Today you cross me, and tomorrow I will cross you."

"Go! Go! Go!"

As the words of this traveler Du'e fell.

The shed flesh and skin grew in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a flesh and skin boat, landing steadily on the surface of the Ruoshui River.

Chen Huangpi saw that the other monks were the same.

But they only became ten years younger, not as drastic a change as Du'e Xingzhe.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, Buddha."

The Traveler Du'e pondered over his words and said, "If my magic power was stronger, I could shed another layer of skin and transform into another boat of skin and flesh. However, the strange changes in the world now do not allow me to continue practicing."

"In this case, I can only let the Buddhist and I ride on the same boat together."

Able to ride in the same boat with the Buddha’s disciples.

This is a great blessing.

Moreover, you can see the true body of the Buddha with your own eyes. In the future, the Buddha will awaken to his past wisdom. This is the law of cause and effect. Perhaps you will have the opportunity to become a Bodhisattva in the future.

The walker Du'e stretched out his hand to signal Chen Huangpi.

"Buddha, please go first."

"it is good."

Chen Huangpi didn't say anything polite and walked onto the flesh boat with a swagger.

Then he looked down.

This boat really has no bottom as Du'e Xingzhe said, and one can see the surface of the Weak Water River.

The rippling waves are like a mirror.

A strange-looking thing was reflected.

At this time, Du'e Xingzhe also stepped onto the boat of flesh and blood. He looked expectantly at the true form of the Buddha reflected at the bottom of the boat.

However, upon seeing this, Du'e Xingzhe's expression became extremely interesting.

(End of this chapter)