Chapter 950: Riding a boat alone, one person creates waves.

Chapter 950: Riding a boat alone, one person creates waves.

Chapter 950: Riding a boat alone, creating waves by oneself.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Auspicious clouds gather and the ship sets sail again.

Between heaven and earth, the golden palm of Nirvana clasped together and slowly disappeared without a trace.

After a shocking earthquake, the sun rose as usual.

Inside the Fulong Temple, the frightened birds circled several times, folded their wings, and rested on the roof.

Wow.

The water foamed, the net bag flipped over, the dead fish with their white bellies sticking out slid along the ground, and their fallen fish skin stuck to the stone surface.

The monks were fishing, moving pond stones, rebuilding the Woxiang Lake. The disciples of various sects also joined in the work, cleaning up the cracked bricks and collapsed walls.

Many small houses in the temple have low thresholds, so if they are flooded, they need to be taken out to dry.

Judging from the performance alone, there really is an atmosphere of attacking a Buddhist treasure land and rebuilding it afterwards.

Outside the Fulong Temple, thousands of believers watched the golden Buddha disappear into the void, feeling lost. Although they were extremely reluctant, they were still unwilling to leave. They lined up in a long queue to enter the temple, waiting to burn a stick of Panlong incense, to catch a glimpse of the true appearance of the Ninth Buddha, or even a corner of the Vairocana Tathagata.

"Chirp!"

Birds are chirping.

When the Nirvana of Wuzhu disappeared, in a corner that few people paid attention to, another great battle also came to an end.

The river water was rippling, and blood was mixed in the white foam.

A water rat with bald spots all over its body and purple eyes emerged from the river. It took two deep breaths, shook its head to shake its hair, turned around, stretched out its claws, groped in the water for a few times, and pulled out its "trophy".

It was another water rat, with a long diagonal scar on its face.

The alopecia areata water mob grabbed the scarred water mob's feet and dragged it towards the floating steps. Its smooth fur scraped against the mud and exploded into a hedgehog, covered in mud and grass, leaving a trail of water.

In front of the Fulong Temple, the crowd was secretly frightened and moved unconsciously, splitting the road, showing respect and whispering to each other.

"How long did it take?"

"From the appearance of the golden Buddha to the end!"

"Strange, three days and two nights?"

"This, the battle lasted until the dawn of the universe, and the great way was wiped out..."

"You must have listened to too many storytellings."

These are young people looking for fun.

"Your perseverance in martial arts training is beyond even the pets of Lord Xingyi!"

This is the elder in the sect who is disappointed with his classmates.

During the discussion, the originally tired Otter opened its ears and straightened its back like a victorious general. The few strands of brown hair on its head gradually dried and swayed in the wind. Facing the 30,000 floating steps, it stepped forward resolutely.

Boom!
There was a muffled sound.

Boom, boom, boom...

The muffled sound continued.

Taotaokai dragged Scarface, and every time he went up a step, the back of Scarface's head would hit the stone steps, making a noise.

The crowd admired.

"You are worthy of Lord Xingyi. If a man has the will to fight and win, the rats he raises will be vicious!"

"What kind of rat? It's an otter." Brother Li corrected.

"I think it's called Otter?"

"Yes, Otter, open!"

Two water rats, one horizontal and one vertical, went towards the Hanging Temple.

"Hahahaha..."

The smoke of cigarettes diffuses the sunlight.

Snapped.

A bloody snot bubble popped out of his nose and exploded.

When one reaches the peak of spiritual practice, he does not need much sleep on weekdays, but sleep is an irreplaceable cheap medicine and precious medicine when he is tired, and a relaxant that improves the efficiency of spiritual practice. On the Arhat bed, the "Ninth Buddha" sleeps soundly, scratching his itchy flesh from time to time, turning over, and continuing to sleep.

Huaikong sat cross-legged, his whole body filled with green light, enveloping Liangqu. The invisible force corrected and restored the bones in his body.

Medicine Buddha cures all diseases and dispels all disasters.

For ordinary people who suffer such a serious injury, it would be troublesome to correct the bones in the body. But with Medicine Buddha, everything will move towards the "perfect" state it should be, and there is no need to worry too much.

Only one thing.

The remaining will of the Martial Saint sits like a mountain, obstructing healing. Fortunately, Liang Qu has a fire in his heart, which keeps eroding this rootless tree and sourceless water, and is getting better steadily. During this process, the fire in his heart seems to be tempered and keeps growing stronger.

"It's amazing."

Huaikong sighed.

The Grandmaster's inner fire can actually erode the will of the Martial Saint!
There is nothing easy about the spirit.

Even for the will of a Martial Saint, let alone an ordinary Grandmaster, there is no good remedy and there is basically no solution. One can only try to alleviate it and endure it. If one can endure it, everything will be fine. If not, all is over.

With such a mysterious fire in the heart, there is no need to mention the blessing of martial arts.

From now on, Liang Qu will probably ignore all mental attacks and even ordinary hallucinations as if they were nothing and they would be as gentle as the breeze blowing on his face.

"The human heart is full of mysteries..."

"Thank you, Master Huaikong." Long Binglin thanked him, "I just came out of the Six Demon Trial and still couldn't rest."

"It's just a small effort. With Medicine Buddha, I am also recovering. I don't feel tired, but more energetic."

Xu Zishuai put down the basin of hot water and became curious.

"What do you mean, young master? Using Medicine Buddha does not consume energy and spirit? If so, where does the source of this power come from? It can't just appear out of thin air, right?"

Huaikong chuckled: "It won't come out of thin air. This is the advantage of the ritual. I wonder if you have come to Datong Prefecture to take a look at the surrounding mountains and see my Yungang Grottoes?"

"I have been busy since I came to Datong Prefecture and haven't had any free time yet." Yang Dongxiong shook his head.

"That's a pity. The grottoes in the mountains are truly beautiful. When Mr. Liang wakes up, I will guide you to see the Yungang Giant Buddha."

Everyone thanked him.

Huaikong continued.

“The so-called Nirvana without abode is like the boundless mountains. When the Buddha is invited, he will chisel the rock wall on the mountain and carve a Buddha out of the rock.

Ordinary people use iron chisels and stone hammers, while we use the vows of tens of millions of believers. As for what the Buddha is like and what effects he has, we can look at the methods used by those who invite the Buddha and the nature of the vows.

Just like the Medicine Buddha in the eyes of believers, heals diseases, relieves disasters, and saves people from suffering, so too is the vows they gather. This vow is like a tide that will lift the Buddha's boat and send it to the sea of ​​relieving suffering.

Among them, the person who invites the Buddha is the boat master and the fire chief, and the rest of the great virtues are the helmsmen, the tillers, the sailors, and the anchormen. To invite a real Medicine Buddha, they need to cooperate with each other. There must be a peaceful person who invites the Buddha and a kind anchorman, who together can ride on the wishes of all living beings.

Although this is very disrespectful, if our master, Vajra King, becomes a boat master in the future, we must not invite Medicine Buddha. If we invite him, the effect will be greatly reduced. On the contrary, many powerful Dharma protectors are very suitable. "

"I see."

We all grew up between the Yangtze River and the Huai River, where boats are the most common sight. These metaphors are simple and easy to understand, and they suddenly open our eyes.

"To hold onto the Buddha is to pass the six demon trials and, by performing well, win the favor of one of the Buddhas carved on the grottoes and obtain their ritual protection.

The rituals of Buddha, Bodhisattva and Arhat are established. We are favored and use our own natal Buddha to cross the infinite worlds and consume the power of the Buddha's wishes on the grotto.

The power of will is like the sea, inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and the only limiting factor is whether one can bear it. "

Xu Zishuai thought about it and suddenly realized a fact.

A terrifying fact that I had never experienced because I had no idea about it before.

"Then Ah Shui is praying for himself and holding the Buddha he prayed for himself, right?"

"Master, are you the boat master and fire chief of Fighting Buddha?" Guan Congjian took it for granted.

The captain of the boat...

A golden ape jumped out of Huaikong's mind, and he thought of the Buddhist scriptures he had read.

A moment of silence.

"Donor Liang is quite special. He seems to be the one who creates the waves while the other rides the boat..."

(End of this chapter)