The kettle on the tea stove was gurgling and white steam was coming out.
After Zen Master Huiming finished speaking, the living room fell into a brief silence.
The old monk picked up the tea cup in front of him. After telling this heavy history, he lowered his head and drank tea to calm his ups and downs.
Cheng Jiashu also calmed down his expression, not as casual as before, and said with sincere admiration:
"The entire temple, including the abbot, sacrificed their lives just to stop a demon Divine Descent from coming. It's really cruel..."
Zen Master Huiming put down the teacup and sighed:
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"Buddhist As the saying goes, compassion is the most important thing. But when the demons are in chaos, this compassion is like the angry-eyed King Kong who sacrifices his life to feed the tiger."
Fang Cheng thought briefly and expressed his opinion:
"What does the Zen Master mean that their heroic spirit remains because of this obsession? So the key to solving the problem also lies in this obsession?"
"Donor Fang has profound wisdom and extraordinary understanding."
Zen Master Huiming nodded slightly, expressed appreciation, and then explained:
"There is a saying in the Consciousness Only Sect of Buddhism that all dharmas are based on consciousness, and the three realms are based on mind. When a person's thoughts continue to be cultivated and troubles are present, they will secretly form seeds in Alaya-vijnana."
"The ancestors of Lone Peak Temple's obsession with suppressing Evil Demon was equally strong to the extreme. This seed took root deep in their consciousness and cannot be erased after two thousand years."
"At the same time, Jiang Chen trapped them in his own Domain of Law, causing them to fall into the state of "bardo"."
"In Buddhism, this state refers to the transitional stage when consciousness separates from the physical body, the front Yin has faded, and the back Yin has not yet arrived. The ancestors can neither enter Reincarnation nor return to the human world. They are bound by karma and have nowhere to stay."
"It wasn't until Donor Fang that you crushed Jiang Chen's Domain of Law and destroyed his True Form that you were able to release those Alaya-vijnana seeds that had been imprisoned for thousands of years."
Speaking of this, Zen Master Huiming looked at Fang Cheng, his eyes becoming particularly deep and bright:
"Donor Fang just said that your Secret Realm is a world that evolved into land. Presumably there is Spirit Rain that nourishes all things, or there is some kind of Purification power that far exceeds ordinary people's understanding, right?"
Fang Cheng's hand holding the tea cup paused slightly and admitted frankly:
"It did rain non-stop for several days."
"That's right."
Zen Master Huiming's white eyebrows stretched out, as if a mystery had been solved:
"Based on Buddhist theory, your nascent world should have unintentionally matched the realm of "pure Dharmakaya" and turned into a pure land of bliss."
"Those Alaya-vijnana seeds that have escaped from trouble are attracted by this piece of pure land of yours. Out of the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, they automatically fall into it, just like floating dandelions that find suitable soil and begin to take root and sprout again."
"Zen Master."
Cheng Jiashu couldn't help but ask questions after hearing this:
"According to what you said, the ghosts of those monks took the initiative to seek refuge at Fang Cheng?"
Zen Master Huiming nodded and replied:
"It's not entirely accurate, but it can be understood that way."
Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, then he asked:
"Zen Master, you said that those Lone Peak Temple ancestors still have seeds of consciousness remaining after their death. Doesn't it mean that their spirituality has not disappeared?"
"Then why can't they understand what I say? They just sweep the floor and chant sutras every day?"
"Because they are trapped in the dry Zen of ignorance, and their eyes and ears are blinded by the heavy "common karma" and "obstacles of knowledge and knowledge."
Faced with Fang Cheng's question, Zen Master Huiming already had the answer in mind and patiently explained:
"In their perception, time is still stuck two thousand years ago, the formation is still operating, Demon God is about to arrive, and the entire Lone Peak Temple is actively preparing for war."
Speaking of this, Zen Master Huiming's tone sounded a little more respectful:
"Others think they are repeating meaningless actions, but this is not the case."
"When they sweep the floor, they sweep Karmic Obstruction, and when they knock on wooden fish, they knock Inner Demon. This is their instinct to resist the erosion of Evil Demon for more than two thousand years."
"It is precisely through the continuous cultivation of Alaya-vijnana seeds in their labor day after day that their consciousness has not completely collapsed after more than two thousand years."
Fang Cheng had a rough judgment in his mind, and his eyes gradually became sharper:
"Since they are trapped in their own cognition, how can they break this layer View Obstruction?"
"To untie a bell, you must tie the bell."
Zen Master Huiming was holding the sandalwood rosary beads in his hand again, with a peaceful look on his face:
"I have two methods here, one is strong and quick, the other is gentle and takes a long time. It depends on the donor's choice."
Fang Cheng immediately sat up straight and listened carefully:
"Want to hear the details."
Zen Master Huiming then slowly said:
"The first method is to directly eliminate View Obstruction. What Lone Peak Temple ancestors are guarding against is never Jiang Chen, but the Demon God of Other Shore."
"Since Donor Fang wants to awaken them, he can follow the Karma left by Jiang Chen, attract the Willpower projection of Demon God, and then suppress and defeat it in the Mental Secret Realm in front of all the ancestors."
"Only when Demon God is wiped out with your own eyes and the crisis that has come is confirmed to be lifted, will the common destiny that has lasted for two thousand years be destroyed, time will flow again, and their consciousness will naturally reawaken."
Cheng Jiashu Hearing these words, the Buddha's hand pliers he was playing with fell to the ground with a "snap".
The corners of his mouth twitched and he couldn't help but complain:
"Are you kidding? It's ridiculously difficult to seduce a real guy and tear him apart Other Shore Demon God."
Fang Cheng was sitting on the chair, but his expression remained unchanged.
Zen Master Huiming glanced at Fang Cheng, nodded slightly, and told calmly:
"Donor Cheng is right. This method is the most direct and effective, and naturally the most difficult. Therefore, I have a second method here."
Having said this, Zen Master Huiming stood up, took out a yellowed scripture from the bookshelf against the wall, and placed it in front of Fang Cheng.
"Secondly, I can teach you a set of "Great Brightness Zen Meditation" methods."
Zen Master Huiming pointed to the scriptures on the table and explained:
"This method of meditation is said to have originated from the ancient Buddha of Ran Deng. It is not about conquering demons. Supernatural Ability focuses on keeping the inner light and purity, getting rid of one's own dirt, and resisting the attacks of external demons."
"When you practice to a high level, your mind can turn into a round of Great Sun, illuminating both the inside and outside, eliminating all ignorant and delusional thoughts."
"Donor Fang only needs to run this method every time Meditation, imagine himself as a round of Sun, hanging high in the sky, and use Buddha's Light to illuminate the earth day after day, thereby subtly washing away the karma and habits accumulated in the consciousness seeds of Lone Peak Temple ancestors."
"As the saying goes, drops of water can penetrate stone, and metal and stone can be carved. Even if karma and habits are stubborn, they can be slowly eliminated. If things go on like this, not only can you dispel the View Obstruction that has confused them, but you can also allow them to take over your Wish Power and re-concentrate the Dharma body."
The old monk looked at Fang Cheng, his tone was solemn, and there was obviously a hint of entrustment:
"When they truly wake up, the souls of these senior monks will turn into the most devout Buddhist soldiers protecting you in your pure land."
"And you, who have the gift of reconstruction, are the World Honored One in the Pure Land. Wherever your thoughts go, they will obey your orders and appear for your encouragement."
"By then, your piece of the Secret Realm may be regarded as a real Divine Kingdom Buddhist land."
Fang Cheng After listening to the narration, he reached out to take the yellowed scroll and solemnly thanked:
"Thank you Zen Master for your guidance and teaching Cultivation Method."
Zen Master Huiming nodded slightly and gently warned:
"This method focuses on improving your mind. Don't be impatient when practicing. After you go back, you can choose a quiet room and try to get started. If you encounter obstacles during the operation, you can always come to Quiet Mind Residence to find Lao Monk. Lao Monk will definitely tell you everything he knows and try his best to help."
"Junior took note of it."
Fang Cheng put away the scroll properly and bowed again.
Cheng Jiashu, who was sitting aside, saw this and joked:
"Zen Master, you are so biased. When I asked you for advice, you didn't take out the precious scriptures at the bottom of the box."
Zen Master Huiming laughed dumbly and turned to look at him, with some concern in his eyes:
"Donor Cheng, please don't joke. I see that you feel refreshed and refreshed today, and most of the dark energy between your brows has dissipated. I must have found a way to resolve the mental annoyance you mentioned a few days ago?"
"That's right."
Cheng Jiashu stretched out, leaned on the back of the chair, and said leisurely:
"According to the mind-observation method suggested by the Zen master, I recently dug out all those old accounts and cleaned them up, and now I sleep much more soundly every night."
Zen Master Huiming smiled slightly when he heard this, flipped the rosary beads with his fingertips, and chanted casually:
"The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a bright mirror. I must brush it diligently at all times to prevent it from attracting dust. Congratulations to Donor Cheng for your enlightenment."
After the two had a conversation, Zen Master Huiming turned his attention to Fang Cheng, looked at his strong and extraordinary figure, and said thoughtfully:
"I just watched Donor Fang take action in the yard. He was powerful and full of energy. Could it be that the Donor is practicing pure Martial Path?"
Seeing that the other party had seen through it, Fang Cheng did not deliberately hide it and admitted frankly:
"Zen Master Insightful Eyes, this junior has indeed also practiced Martial Path."
"As expected."
Zen Master Huiming's eyes were slightly bright, and he stroked the white beard under his chin:
"As soon as the benefactor entered the door just now, I noticed that your body was full of energy and blood, which was completely different from those of ordinary people who practice spiritual methods or have supernatural powers, so I asked more questions."
As he spoke, the old monk picked up the slightly cold teacup with a somewhat sad expression:
"In today's world, Spiritual Qi is rare and technology is booming. Not only is the inheritance of Martial Path cut off and declining day by day, but we, the Dharma lineage monks who live in a corner, are also struggling."
"To be able to cultivate Martial Path to the level of the donor in this era is really rare and can be called a miracle. I wonder which Grandmaster the donor worshiped and how he embarked on this path?"
Fang Cheng smiled and replied calmly:
"It seems to be a coincidence. I first worked in a fighting company Club. I was interested in the Kung Fu of various martial arts and I usually thought about it by myself."
"Later, I was recommended and joined Martial Arts Research Association. I was fortunate enough to become a disciple of the Tai Chi Sect Ma Jianguo Master and learn some real things from his side. Only then did I open the door to Martial Path."
"Ma Jianguo?"
Zen Master Huiming raised his eyebrows, then showed a nostalgic smile:
"I recognize him. I met Master Ma more than twenty years ago at a Official Authorities event held by Eastern Capital."
"He is an old man who is extremely dedicated to traditional martial arts and has a very interesting temperament. I didn't expect that after so many years, he would actually teach a proud disciple like you, a genius and genius. It can be regarded as living up to what he has learned and achieving positive results."
Fang Cheng heard this and then said humbly:
"Master Ma teaches well, this junior is just lucky."
Zen Master Huiming looked at him with burning eyes and sighed:
"Donor, don't be too humble. I'm afraid your current strength is comparable to that of Special Search Team's predecessor, Chief."
Fang Cheng knew who he was talking about but didn't answer the call.
Turning his head and looking at Bamboo Grove outside Quiet Mind Residence, he hesitated slightly and reminded:
"Zen Master, the group of people who just broke into the temple, judging from their posture, they came with bad intentions. If they dare to come and cause trouble in the future, you can notify me at any time to come and help."
Since he received such careful guidance from the other party and received such great favor, Fang Cheng naturally wanted to find an opportunity to repay him.
Zen Master Huiming looked calm and waved his hand:
"Thank you, Donor Fang, for your kindness. If I leave the mountain gate, I will naturally not dare to speak big words."
"But as long as in this Lone Peak Temple, with the thousands of years of luck and Buddhist blessings accumulated by the mountain gate, a few outsiders with ulterior motives can't cause any trouble."
Seeing that Zen Master Huiming was confident, Fang Cheng stopped insisting.
He reached into his trouser pocket and took out his wallet, pulled out a gold stamped Business Card, and handed it over.
"Having said that, it's always good to have multiple helpers. If Zen Master encounters any inconvenient matters in the future, you can also call me at the phone number above. I can't say anything else, but you can still deal with a few thieves."
Business Card has an elegant design, with a few lines of simple fonts printed on it.
[Morning Star Import-Export Trading Company Senior Consultant: Fang Cheng]
Attached below is a list of landline and mobile phone numbers.
This was specially customized for him by Lin Chuqiao a while ago.
Nowadays, Fang Cheng is now Illumination Society and President. When you go out, you always need a clear identity to communicate with people and do things conveniently.
Feeling his sincerity, Zen Master Huiming took Business Card with both hands, glanced at the title above, and put it into his sleeves with a smile.
"The benefactor showed such kindness that I felt ashamed to accept it."
The three of them then gathered around Coffee Table and chatted about their recent experiences with Underworld, as well as their spiritual cultivation experiences.
The relationship between them has also improved a bit.
Unknowingly, the sun outside the window gradually climbed up to the roof, and the sunlight poured into the living room through the window lattice.
Fang Cheng looked at the scene outside and looked at Cheng Jiashu.
Cheng Jiashu understood this and immediately stood up, laughing and saying:
"Zen Master, it's almost noon. We two lay people will not continue to disturb your retreat and take our leave."
Zen Master Huiming stood up, clasped his hands together, and said:
"The two benefactors came all the way to save the temple from the bloody disaster. Why don't you stay and have a meal before leaving?"
"You're welcome, Zen Master. Come and taste it next time when you have time."
Fang Cheng stood up and declined:
"The two of us came here specifically on leave today. We will visit you another day."
Seeing that Fang Cheng was resolute, Zen Master Huiming no longer forced them to stay. He personally carried the two of them and sent them all the way out of Quiet Mind Residence's Bamboo Grove trail.
Passing through the Back Mountain with towering ancient trees and the noisy front hall of tourists, Fang Cheng and Cheng Jiashu stepped out of the mountain gate of Lone Peak Temple.
A refreshing mountain breeze blew by, rustling the leaves.
Cheng Jiashu put his hands in his trouser pockets and turned his head to look at Fang Cheng:
"I'm going to Golden City Resort later. Do you want to come with me? Your childhood sweetheart is still there attending Training Camp."
Fang Cheng shook his head and said:
"There's been a lot going on lately. I'll take the time to see her by myself in the next two days."
"Okay, the gods are busy cultivating, so I won't get involved."
Cheng Jiashu knew that he was thinking about what Zen Master Huiming had just taught Cultivation Method, so he waved his hand and took the lead to walk down the mountain along the bluestone steps.
Fang Cheng stood for a moment in front of the mountain gate, looking at the rolling green mountains in the distance, and then took steps to follow them leisurely.