Chapter 946 Squeak! Squeak!

Looking at the mountain pillars in spring, the stones are warm and moss is growing.

The Hanging Temple and Fulong Temple are located between the mountains, and the surrounding area is like a natural green barrier.

During the Grain Rain season, new buds appear all over the mountains and plains. Bamboo shoots push through the black mud and grow out from cracks in the rocks, with their opened shells filled with clear dew.

The wingtips of two or three sparrows cut through the sky and landed on the Buddha's hands and even on the human body. They raised their wings fearlessly and used their beaks to comb their feathers that were wet with morning dew after flying through the woods.

"Fight and win... Fight and win..."

The soft clouds are auspicious and filled with golden light.

Dixian turned the Buddhist beads and gazed at the ninth golden wheel in the palm of the Buddha. He paid no attention to the sparrow on his shoulder and hummed his lips over and over again.

The several elder monks behind him were obviously less knowledgeable in Buddhism. Their pupils were dilated, their breathing was rapid, and their expressions were filled with unconcealable shock.

This……

how come?
"Fight and win?"

"Is this a fight to the death?"

"Why is it Dou Shengzhan?"

The thirty-five Buddhas reside in all the worlds in the ten directions.

The "Definition of Vinaya" states that those who have committed the five heinous crimes should sincerely repent before the thirty-five Buddhas.

Fighting Buddha, who conquers troubles and understands the truth, has a blue body and holds armor in his hands in front of his chest. The merits of chanting the Buddha's name can eliminate the sins committed by arrogance in past lives...

The golden monkey that was born was the Fighting and Victory Buddha.

When they chanted scriptures and recited texts in the past, what were they worshipping and who were they worshipping?
The Buddha is invited to enter the Nirvana of Non-Abode, which is born out of the wishes of sentient beings. How can there be such a big discrepancy between the appearance of sentient beings?

The bald monks looked at Liang Qu, and there was even a hint of pleading in their eyes, praying to hear another name.

Monks do not tell lies, but Monkey Buddha’s words should be fine, right?
"It's a fight and victory!" Liang Qu insisted.

It was just shaped with the help of the power of the Hanging Temple. He was the one who really "invited" the Buddha, and he has the final right of interpretation!

Is what you realized the same as the fighting and victory mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures?
There is no connection between the two at all. It is just a monkey-Buddha in the shape of Wuzhiqi.

But Liang Qu just wants this position, this name, and this prestige!

else.

Not at all!

He comes to sit in this Buddha's seat!

The dream was shattered, and the faces of several bald monks turned pale, and they staggered and swayed.

Sparrows fly by.

Thousands of people came to worship the palm of the Golden Buddha. They saw that the Hanging Temple on the top of the Buddha had not yet come out, and the name of the Buddha was chanted. There were also figures standing unsteadily, and people began to discuss.

"All appearances are false. The Buddha said: 'I am neither a thing nor a thing. The appearance of others, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of life are both a thing and a thing. Why? To be free from all appearances is to be called a Buddha.'

'If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, others, sentient beings, or life, then he is not a bodhisattva.'

Or as the predecessors said: "All living beings have no more self-image, person-image, living being-image, life-image, no dharma-image, and no dharma-image."

A sound as steady as the sea fell from the sky.

The old monk walked on the empty space, climbing up the steps from the top of the Golden Buddha and below the Hanging Temple, chanting as he walked, with the breeze caressing his face.

The monks' pale faces suddenly disappeared. They stood up straight, sat cross-legged, silently turned the beads in their hands, and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, I am clinging to the form."

"Amitabha."

"Fight and win, the ninth Buddha of Nirvana..."

Liang Qu grinned and bared his teeth.

The old monk laughed and walked to the Buddha's palm.

"This Buddha is the one who wins the battle!"

Wow!
The name of the Ninth Buddha resounds throughout a radius of a hundred miles, steady and powerful.

It is not like a raging wave or a terrifying storm, but like a trickle in the mountains or a clear spring, flowing past everyone's ears. In the lush green forest, birds are singing and beasts are looking around.

The six desire heavens of Buddhism and the nirvana without residence.

Until today.

Five hundred arhats.

Eighteen Bodhisattvas.

Nine Buddhas!

"The ninth Buddha is Dou Sheng Zhan, the Dou Sheng Buddha!" Li Ge dropped the book, clasped his hands together and shouted, "Amitabha, Amitabha!"

Thousands of believers prostrated themselves, lifted up their skirts, and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Fighting Buddha!"

The frenzied sound waves overlapped and echoed among the mountains.

The river was rippling, and the green wheat fields were gleaming slightly as if blown by the wind.

The birds in the forest are flying in large numbers, and the black tide is rising like a whale leaping into the sea, flipping its tail and sweeping across the sky.

At this moment, the wishes of all living beings have almost become reality!

It's breathtaking! "Ouch!"

The little mirage dragon flew around the sky and earth, shaking into waves. Awei also flapped his wings, and golden light flew all over the yard.

"Bad news! Junior brother won't become a monk, will he?" Xu Zishuai looked worried.

"Oh!"

"Big Brother, why did you hit me?"

"You are the only one who talks a lot."

Wow.

With his eyes swollen and bleeding, and a scarred face with patchy fur, he staggered out of the water, clasped his paws together, and bowed in worship.

Otter put his hands on his hips, staggered, saw Buddha's palm Liangqu, threw away the hair between his claws, loosened the scarred face's neck, and followed the crowd, screaming.

“Squeaky, squeaky!”

"The Ninth Buddha..."

In the hands of thousands of Buddhas.

The swordsman Feng Ying, who was still a little confused, couldn't believe it.

Before today, he had made a lot of mental preparations. After all, everyone's innate Buddha has different levels, and the highest one is only Vairocana Tathagata.

But you don’t even have Vairocana Tathagata, so how can you ask for the Fighting Buddha out of thin air?

Arhats and Bodhisattvas are incomparable to Buddha. The opening of the Nirvana Ceremony at the Hanging Temple is not only a good thing, but a huge profit. It is equivalent to adding a profound heritage to Buddhism that is worthy of being recorded in history!
Future generations will have one more choice!

How...

Feng Ying couldn't describe it in words, only one sentence came out of his heart.

Dashun Xingyibo, it is better to meet him in person than to hear of his name.

He looked up.

"Little Baldy, is your Buddha so easy to please?"

The Buddhist disciple Huaikong was neither annoyed nor angry, and explained seriously: "With the guidance of the high-virtuous Arhat, who used himself as a mirror, and led the sincere vows of hundreds of thousands of believers for hundreds of years, a forty-nine-day water and land ceremony was held, and twelve eminent monks chanted scriptures day and night. Within three years, after three rounds, one might be able to invite a statue in. It is not easy."

“It’s so complicated, how did my senior brother get invited? I didn’t see any water and land ceremony.” Yuan from Louguantai spoke up.

"Uncle Master has Buddha nature." Huaikong bowed.

The other three: "..."

Originally, several of them were not sure whether they had really passed the trial.

But first it was Fighting Buddha, and then it was my senior brother and uncle, so I was more convinced.

Among the five people, the only woman, Qu Zhaoxue, shook the silver bell in her hand, and the crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

Qu Zhaoxue bared his fangs and smiled maliciously: "Little monk, you have lived in the Hanging Temple for more than 20 years, doing morning prayers every day, reciting thousands of scriptures, with a heart of glass and a courage of diamond, and are born with ten characteristics. Is it you who has the Buddha nature, or is it Earl Xingyi who has the Buddha nature?"

“I have Buddha nature.”

Everyone was stunned and very surprised at the contrast in Huaikong's words.

What's with this feeling of both humility and arrogance?

Yuan Wuqing laughed at him, "You have more Buddha nature, so why don't you try to invite a Buddha to Nirvana?"

"I can't invite you."

"How can you say you have Buddha nature if you can't invite me?"

Huaikong still patiently explained to the four people.

"Master, you have realized your true nature and become a Buddha. I will become a Buddha in this body. Master, you came here because of your karma. I came here to fulfill my wish."

"What the hell?"

The three of them were all confused, only Yuan from Louguantai roughly understood something.

Buddhism and Taoism are inseparable.

Qu Zhaoxue and others immediately turned around, hoping to get some plain words from the Taoist of Louguantai.

Yuan hesitated for a moment and said solemnly: "He is bragging."

"Oh~"

The three of them were stunned.

Huaikong: “…”

"Let's go!" Yuan stood up from the Buddha's hand. "Although I had expected to become a background board, I still feel a little frustrated when the time comes. There is no point in us staying up there. Let's go back and talk to the elders about the favor of Arhat Bodhisattva."

"By the way, how did you come out from where you entered?" Qu Zhaoxue asked, "You didn't grab it? That shouldn't be the case, right?"

The five people today are all the best young people in the Zhentong. They are rare in the world and have different levels, but it is really inappropriate to say that they have failed.

Yuan patted his butt.

"I got it, but I don't want it."

The three people's pupils dilated.

Huaikong said calmly: "Louguantai also has its own rituals. The rituals conflict. Donor Yuan, please just come and take a look."

"..."

(End of this chapter)

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