I am immortal

This is the last destiny of humanity for a city of one country and one state. Its humanitarian weapons were sent to the capital by the military masters sent by Li Zhai, and they were all placed beside Qi Wuzhuo, waiting for the Taoist to cast the final cauldron. , using this magical power to cast the ninth cauldron to complete the formation.

But before these elite cavalry and generals could deliver the key materials that represented the final ritual of human unification, a new guest arrived.

It is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha.

When we met for the first time, he had the arrogance of listening to the Dharma in front of the Buddha, the transparency of the Buddha's heart and the nature of the Buddha, and the wildness of the golden cicada. When we met for the second time, he lost his original arrogance and possessed In order to practice Buddhism, practitioners are determined and persistent, but there is still excessive joy in the fulfillment of Buddhism.

This is the third time we have met.

His face was gray and dirty, and his eyes had lost the arrogance and sparkle of the past, replaced by a sadness that was as thick as the limit.

"Long time no see, Taoist Priest."

The voice of the golden cicada in front of the Buddha is low and tired.

He seemed to have experienced the most miserable thing in the world.

The weight of these experiences was heavy and powerful. Even the golden cicada in front of the Buddha felt the fatigue and sadness born from his own mind. The Taoist poured him a cup of tea, and then the two of them sat next to the old tree. Next, talking about the past.

The monks are tired and the Taoists are old.

"So, what's your story this time?"

The Taoist was holding tea with a gentle voice.

A ripple flashed through Jin Chan's eyes in front of the Buddha. He held the tea in his hands and spoke slowly, telling this story.

He made three major vows.

Targeted at greed for money, love of killing, and lust.

The money-hungry man was persuaded by him to give up stealing and instead spend the rest of his life atoning for the common people.

I wish to live in poverty all my life.

The murderous and aggressive person finally cried bitterly in front of the victim, drew his sword and committed suicide. The last person he killed was himself, but he also cut off his murderous violence.

In the end, he went to find the most beautiful and dangerous woman.

Using Buddhist advice, Buddhist explanations, and knowing the woman's past story, he also helped her resolve the knots in her heart. All of this was done without using any magical powers of Buddhism, not even the so-called powers of other minds and the power of all leaks. , but simply something that any enlightened person can do.

The oiran mocked at first, but finally hoped to win the monk's heart. This is the golden cicada in front of the Buddha. He is a eminent Buddhist monk, with a beautiful face, a pure and peaceful temperament, and a great ambition to save the world. For anyone who falls into the mud. For people in the world, such existence is like light.

Encountering such a beautiful existence, only two creatures would fall.

Catch him tightly, or pull him down into the mud.

Seeing such a holy monk sinking into painful desires and unable to turn around, for people who clearly know that they are sinking into painful desires, there is even a kind of destructive happiness.

This is what the oiran did in the beginning.

She seduced, coerced, used, and even took off her clothes, revealing her graceful figure and got into the monk's arms.

But from the beginning to the end, the monk only looked at her with a compassionate and gentle look. He did not know how many times, how many years, and even once encountered a life-and-death crisis. The most beautiful oiran girl in the country just revealed his true feelings and committed suicide. The child was sold by her parents to pay back the money, and no one in the world loved her.

Her parents love her for her money; the people love her for her appearance.

A noble person is a practitioner, and what he loves is his body.

At that time, the monk carried her through the moonlight and said: "I can love you, poor monk."

The monk's eyes are broad and compassionate, warm and sincere.

A true practitioner has love for all living beings.

Ever since she met this monk, the extremely beautiful girl never did anything like an courtesan. One day after she got drunk, the bright moon was in the sky and set on the river. The monk in white clothes was sitting cross-legged on the boat, watching the girl's charming dance, and then gently left a kiss on the monk's cheek.

The monk succeeded.

He made the girl who grew up in various betrayal environments understand clearly what it means to love someone and what it means to love yourself.

Qi Wuhuo was holding tea and listening to the monk telling this story. He lowered his eyes slightly and said:

"So, what happens next?"

"After that, the world was in chaos..."

"No, it cannot be said that the world is in chaos. It should be that the mighty king's troops have finally swept in to wipe out this place full of evil people, betrayal, and finally the rebel army. Under such pressure, the poor monk did what he said. What he did was to convert the people there, which caused the city lord to be trapped and killed."

"I forced the Dharma out, turned it into a relic, and stayed here."

The golden cicada in front of the Buddha had an obvious look of pain on his face.

Seventeen years ago, what the arrogant and arrogant, yet devout and enthusiastic monk did was to have supreme confidence in his Dharma, but it was like a sword slashing him, and it finally fell on him.

His body was trembling, but he finally calmed down and said: "The city lord also has cultivation, and his cultivation level can even be said to be not weak. The poor monk abandoned his skills and was imprisoned by him. At that time, I even I am still full of confidence, I will use my death to save the people of this city and follow the Buddha's teachings."

"Perhaps, as you said, Taoist Master——"

"When I said that I wanted to save the world and verify the Dharma, I was already overlooking them. The poor monk was testing the darkness of human nature, but I never thought that I would be attracted by the light of human nature. Burns eyes."

"She saved me. She agreed to the city lord's request that she stay with him for a night."

"But she didn't break her promise to me. She wore clean clothes and committed suicide with a dagger."

"Finally she said she loved me too."

"But, it shouldn't be like this. I was supposed to have supreme cultivation. I was supposed to be the golden cicada in front of the Buddha. I just needed to raise my finger to solve all this. The joys and sorrows of mortals should have been separated. I am very far away."

The golden cicada trembles in front of the Buddha.

The proud monk was finally saved by this person, who in his eyes was extremely evil, tragic and pitiful.

Such radiant Buddha nature, such pure humanity, shattered the pride in Jin Chan's heart, but what was left behind was the lingering subtle pain like a palm brushing against a very fast blade.

Jin Chan lowered his eyes, with a painful look on his face, and said:

"But, what I said, the poor monk can love her, just because the poor monk practices Buddhism, the poor monk loves all the people in the world, and she is just one of the people."

"But in the end she said she loved me, just because I am who I am."

"The weight of the two is not equal and unfair."

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

At that time, the monk who came out of the prison was covered with bruises, but he was holding the woman who had committed suicide in white, crying in pain. It was raining heavily, and only a few days later, the mighty king's soldiers broke through the city, spears It was so sharp that the monk felt pain and resentment in his heart.

Why didn't the mighty king's troops come earlier?

He used a piece of white jade and used complicated Buddhist rituals to seal the woman's body. He carried the coffin and walked step by step to find the Buddhas, hoping that the Buddhas could bring her into the Buddha's kingdom. In the end, he was abandoned by the Buddhas. , they saw that he had lost his cultivation and the Buddha's light was clear, and they just said: "A despicable woman has an inferior body, is filthy and impure, and cannot enter the Buddha's kingdom."

The golden Buddha light left, became clear and bright, the golden cicada laughed and cried in front of the Buddha, the white jade scattered, and the ritual was useless.

His monk's robe was no longer clean, there was mud under his feet, and his monk's robe was stained with blood.

Under heavy rain, he dug a grave with his hands, dripping with blood.

Bury her in the grassland under the moonlight.

Then he staggered, step by step, walking through the world and arrived here.

The monk held the tea and asked, "Taoist Master, where is the Dharma? The Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings, but why is it said that women cannot be touched? The Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings. Why is there [women] among all the great wishes?" Turn into a man], [become a king's daughter] [or become an emperor] in return?"

"This great wish has also proven that all people are not the same in the eyes of the Buddha."

When Jin Chan asked Qi Wuhuo in front of the Buddha.

On the nine stone tablets, with Tao as the center, there are four stone tablets on both sides. Among them, Qiu left a lot of written inheritance on one stone tablet. At this moment, on the other side of the center of the Tao, the only one of the nine stone tablets A blank stone monument had countless ripples, and seemed to turn into a stream of light.

Clear and pure, boundless compassion.

At this time, if you agree, this stone tablet can be solidified and passed down.

The last of the nine monuments is completed.

However, the Taoist with gray temples paused and replied: "I don't know."

"So, Taoist friends, what is a Buddha?"

"Ah……"

The tired monk smiled gently and said, "Is it still the same as what you said seventeen years ago?"

"The poor monk will go to the human world again."

The first time, I, the Buddha, came to teach the Dharma to the human world.

The second time is to save all evils, give up cultivation, and use the Dharma to save the common people.

The Taoist asked: "What are you going to see this time?"

The monk was tired. The golden cicada's eyes in front of the Buddha swept across the Ran Deng Taoist over there, and said softly: "The third time he enters the world, the poor monk is just a living being. He came from all living beings and will return to all living beings to talk. What kind of transformation? Because there is a Buddha in the hearts of ordinary people, and this poor monk is going to the human world to see the appearances of ten thousand Buddhas."

"I also want to answer her question... After seventeen years, the poor monk will come back here again."

"I hope I can understand then."

So the ripples of Buddhism on the ninth stone tablet disappeared.

Qi Wuhuo watched Jin Chan leave. He felt that since the first time he relied on the realm of imperial control to intercept him, from that time when he met the Buddha to talk about Taoism, Jin Chan's fate and path seemed to have been vaguely revealed in front of the Buddha. A little off, Qi Wuhuo suddenly remembered another agreement he made back then.

He once again went to find the reincarnation of Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata.

The reincarnation of the boy was now a man in his thirties, with a tired look on his face. However, when he saw Qi Wuzhuo coming here, he still warmly entertained him. The Taoist asked again: "What do you think? How is your life now?"

[Ming] thought for a while and replied seriously: "My parents are getting older, but fortunately they have never had any injuries and are still filial. Although the children are naughty, they are also innocent and cute. As they grow up, my wives have known each other since they were young. Naturally, Still good.”

He was tired, but he still lived seriously.

The Taoist asked him if he still had his beads.

[Ming] paused, looked at the running child with gentle eyes, and replied: "The child is playing."

He now has three children, the youngest of whom is less than ten years old. He is the most lively and naughty at his most active.

When Qi Wuhuo stood up to say goodbye, the thirty-four-year-old [Ming] escorted him out of the village. Looking at the gray-haired Taoist, he still couldn't help asking: "Old Taoist, why are you asking me such a question? what?"

"Why?"

"I don't know either, just think of it as an agreement with an old friend."

The Taoist smiled gently. It was raining today. He held a green bamboo umbrella and walked into the hazy mist. His tone was calm:

"Seventeen years later, Pindao will come to see you again."

The reincarnation of Medicine Master Glazed Light Tathagata [Ming] watched him go away, still a little puzzled in his heart. After thinking about it, his parents were not in good health and needed to prepare medicine; the eldest son had already reached the age of marriage, but the younger son was still naughty. , my wife seems to be a little weak and needs to take a good rest.

He turned around and hurriedly walked into the mortal world; behind him, the golden cicada in front of the Buddha happened to leave.

The two people's footsteps paused, and they both seemed to feel something.

In front of the Nine Monuments, the fate of humanity is changing, and the Yuqing Tree is faintly swaying, as if there are flowers in bloom. However, it is raining heavily today, and the man is busy with his family. The golden cicada lowers his eyes and thinks about the world. One walks in a hurry, walking into the world of mortals, and the other My footsteps are tired and I am measuring the world.

So the flower has not yet bloomed, but finally spread out.

At this time, where is the Buddha, the Tao is lazy, and Confucianism is traveling among the countries.

The mighty king Li Zhai's troops turned back.

Make a final agreement of seventeen years.

The only Taoist returned to the storage room. Many weapons of humanity had been placed in front of him, surrounded by armored soldiers. The original guard was no longer there. He was already fifty years old and his eyebrows were peaceful. , Li Weifeng, who has accumulated a lot of prestige, stands in front. He is well-maintained, but there are still silver threads in his beard and hair.

He said softly: "I have a troublesome husband."

The Taoist nodded peacefully.

He walked in front of the human artifacts. With a flick of his sleeves, countless artifacts rose into the sky. Without any other mysterious means, they turned into a simple and majestic cauldron. The appearance of this cauldron attracted a Tao's gaze.

All those who practice human destiny know what this means.

Even Fuxi's eyes dropped.

It represents the final integration of the social order system, the land system, the city god system, and the destiny of the world.

This is the ritual of this era, top to bottom, that countless people have worked hard for so many years to complete. It belongs to everyone in their era. Hetu Luoshu has deduced it countless times. The Taoist's fingers gently touched this The last Jiuding said: "Go, go."

In an instant, the last Jiuding turned into a stream of light, flew into the sky, and appeared at the last formation node. It immediately shone brightly and suddenly fell down, matching the last formation position.

The whole world seemed to be at a standstill.

All living things, the breath of all things, wind, clouds, conversations, and discussions.

Everything stopped at this time, the flow of human destiny stopped, and even the rivers stopped flowing, as if everything had become a curtain, waiting for the last step of one's own ritual in the human world. , completely completed.

today,

Jiuding is unified!

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