Young Daoist cast the one directly taught from Teacher, the only one Divine Ability.
The voice was clear and clear, faintly making this world feel. Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata gave up all resistance, suppressed his Buddha nature, and allowed the spell to fall on himself, just lowering his eyes.
The road is already wrong, and the farther we go, the more serious the mistake will be.
How to look back?
It's better to turn back.
Finally, the aura of old monk dispersed, leaving only the extremely pure and vast Buddha light that was still there, maintaining his body. The old man looked at young Daoist in front of him E, stretched out his hand, Buddha light, as clear as glass, dispersed all personal imprints, leaving only pure cultivation and vitality, turning into a lotus in his palm.
The old man handed it to the young man and said with a smile, "I'm leaving."
"This lotus flower is given to you, but I don't know when we will see you again."
"I don't know if we will know each other again when we meet."
"I just know that when conditions arise and conditions perish, it will no longer be 'me' when I meet you in the future."
Qi WuHuo shook his head and said, "I can't accept it myself."
"What you cultivate in practice is yourself, not the power of the outside world. The Buddha light of Medicine Master Qin is majestic. It is much higher than my current state, but it has no value to me. It cannot make my spirit perfect, it cannot let me know the great way, and it is like a floating cloud to me."
The old man nodded gently. "It's what you know how to say, Wu Huo."
Young Daoist thought for a while and said, "So I plan to give it away, is that okay?"
Old monk smiled and said, "Since I want to give it to you, how you use it is naturally your own business."
So young Daoist stretched out his hand, took the lotus, and said, "Well, Medicine Master, I have accepted your thanks. There is still some time left, how about watching a show?" Old monk Not yet When he understood, young Daoist pointed his finger, and this stream of Buddhist Clear Glazed Buddha light fell into the water that he had prepared but had not drank today.
There was a slight ripple in the teacup.
Young Daoist Sleeve robe swept away.
The water in the tea cup flew up like mist, and in an instant, it criss-crossed and turned into a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines in front of Qi WuHuo and Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata. This was exactly the <Cloud Rain Chess Game Chapter> given by Ao Liu. Qi WuHuo had already understood it, but his own cultivation was not enough. He didn't even have Primordial Prenatal Qi. He knew it, but couldn't use it.
At this moment, this Ao Liu self-created method has reached an unprecedented level with the support of Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata.
The young man took out from his Daoist robe the names of many land animals in the surrounding area of Zhongzhou given by Elder Tao.
Plunge into this rain and mist.
There are nineteen chessboards across the board, and suddenly the clouds and mists change, and the shapes of mountains and rivers rise up. The land of Zhongzhou is vast and boundless, with mountains and rivers rising from the land, and many cities. There are people coming and going, traveling businessmen, misty lanes, pavilions and boats. There are millions of people living there, making it a prosperous place.
Now, it's all before your eyes.
Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata was stunned, and then the young man pointed outside and explained, "Now because of someone's dereliction of duty, the evil energy cannot be suppressed, the disease energy is rising, and many people are sick, so I want to borrow your power, pharmacist."
"Make up the rain for these many people."
There is still the same chess game on the chessboard.
Young Daoist raised his finger, and then the clear Buddha light turned into a word, fell, and broke the game. When the chess piece fell, the mist rose, as if there was something faintly chanting, this mist Suddenly spread out, then circled and whistled, and something was mixed together. Young Daoist lowered his eyes, but Primordial Spirit was already out of the body, riding on the clouds and mist, and left in the blink of an eye, high above Cloud Heavens.
Old monk looked at young Daoist with his eyes closed, knowing that his Primordial Spirit was already boiling.
Qi WuHuo was sitting in front of the chessboard, as if he was above the clouds and mist again. The nineteen-way chessboard seemed to cover the entire territory of Zhongzhou. With his eyes lowered, he could see the places where many diseases and diseases were rising. The realization he had when he was talking to Old Mr. Ao Liu in the tea house rose again.
The rain falls from the clouds and merges into the rivers, lakes and seas, and then the sun and moon rise, turn into clouds, and return to the sky.
Isn't this repeated cycle just like a practitioner breathing in and out and letting the Qi travel through hundreds of meridians?
The sun is like nature, the moon is destiny, the clouds, air and water are like energy veins, traveling back and forth without stopping.
So there is no need for a Dharma door.
Young Daoist just lowered his eyes and said softly, "Luoyu."
Then there was rain falling from the sky. This rain had been delayed for almost half a month, and evil spirits and epidemics had already risen, but this rain was extraordinary, and it contained Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata's Buddha light. Old monk watched this scene happen, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the time before his Twelve Great Aspirations.
It's not Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata, but the original wish of the pharmacist who was destined to come under Bodhi Tree.
The old man monk tried his best to sit cross-legged, lowered his eyes and recited. "I hope that in the next life, when I achieve Bodhi, there will be sentient beings whose bodies are inferior, have no roots, are ugly, stubborn, blind, deaf, mute, lame, crippled, leprosy, crazy and all kinds of things Suffering of Sickness."
"As soon as you hear my name, everything will be upright and wise, all your faculties will be fully developed, and there will be no suffering."
"I hope that when I achieve Bodhi in the next life, all sentient beings will be suffering from severe illnesses, no help, no cure, no medicine, no relatives, no home, poverty and much suffering."
"As soon as my name passes through his ears, all diseases will be cured, and his body and mind will be at peace."
This is the original Buddha heart.
old man lowered his eyes, and the rain fell, and the rain fell in a steady patter.
"Ah, don't run. It's raining so hard. What should I do if my feet slip while running around?"
The old pine tree shouted, but the spirits on Ju Yun Peak just flew around happily in the rain, shouting:
"It's raining!"
"It's raining!"
"There's no rain these days, it's so uncomfortable!"
"It's really raining!"
In Water Cloud Village, Lian Shulan opened the window and watched the rain fall. The sad mood finally calmed down a little. She no longer dwelled on the past, no longer suffered, and was confused. At least at this time, she just quietly watched the rain falling under the moonlight; while Zhou Lingyi was wondering why her cold legs didn't feel the rain today?
I stretched out my hand and knocked it, but it no longer hurt.
He looked outside and saw the rain falling.
Suddenly I thought of that young Daoist.
Ah, where would he be in such a heavy rain? However, there shouldn't be no shelter from the wind and rain, right?
Chao Feng and Jiao Tu above Central Province Prefecture City look into the distance together.
Fortune teller above the pavilion was holding a glass of wine and looking lazily into the distance. He raised his hand to do the math, but was too lazy to do it anymore. He just looked at the rainwater between the sky and the earth and said, "Good rain!"
Qi WuHuo's Primordial Spirit relied on the power of old monk to travel around Zhongzhou in one go, exhausting that ray of Buddhist power.
Then he suddenly saw a place in front of him, and his heart moved slightly, Primordial Spirit moved, but he had already gone to that place.
It's a Buddhist temple.
Central Province Prefecture City, there is a temple, and the great monk inside the temple will accept some people who have no money to stay in hotels, and there will also be a medical shed. Either for the name or for the people, great monk himself died while curing the epidemic. The great monk in gray clothes did not go to arrest the hated fortune teller today.
He chased the white light of Sarira when the Buddha was dead and fell, but how fast was the light? He could not catch up.
He is in this Buddhist temple, in front of the Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata Buddhist hall, silently hoping that those who have contracted the disease can recover.
Hope they can survive this illness.
He just lit oil lamps everywhere, but instead of lighting incense, he saved the money and replaced it with rice porridge for the patients.
But after all, there must be three sticks of incense in the main hall. When he came back, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be someone else in the main hall. He frowned slightly, opened the door and said, "Who?!" But when he looked up, the Buddhist statues on the left and right had not been moved away. Only in front of the Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata Buddha statue in the main hall, he seemed to see a young Daoist holding three sticks of incense.
I didn't bow down, I just offered incense.
"So."
"Pharmacist."
Monk heard young Daoist say, "Don't pass."
Monk Human Heart is shaking.
The wooden ladle he was using to divide the porridge fell to the ground.
Subconsciously, he took a step forward and shouted, "Who are you?!"
But when he raised his eyes again, he could no longer see that figure. He only suspected that it was his own illusion, so he instinctively turned around and ran out in large strides. There was no one in front of the hall, except for the sound of rain falling. Monk had Divine Ability in his eyes. Between the sky and the earth, there was originally a disease spirit rising like a demon, but at this moment, with the falling rain, the evil spirit and epidemic spirit escaping from various places gradually dissipated.
When he came back to his senses, he saw that the three sticks of incense were still there.
It's not an illusion.
Monk was in a daze, feeling that the rain was falling on the stone slabs. Monk Walkers were already wearing raincoats and carrying iron signs or wooden fish out, walking along the streets to announce the dawn. The sound of rain falling on the stone slabs and the sound of iron signs were clear and pure, mixed with the sound of chanting slang--
"All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."
Monk in gray clothes lowered his head and saw the rain falling and blooming like a lotus, and shattering like a bubble.
I don't know why in my heart, I just put my hands together and recite the Buddha's name.
The power of Buddha has dissipated, and Primordial Spirit of Qi WuHuo are just walking in this rain. It is not the time to [open the workshop] yet, but the people inside each Market Ward have woken up, washed up and gone out, preparing to go out to the avenue when the workshop gate is opened, young Daoist passed by everyone.
Primordial Spirit held a sword in his palm, which was used to split the clouds just now. He turned with his palm, and the blade of this sword passed through the raindrops and was carried behind him.
People came and went, just sighing for the good rain, and the anxiety of these days was finally dissipated.
Little did he know that young Daoist was next to him.
Qi WuHuo said, "It's raining so much."
At this moment, he was still connected with the old monk through his mind. Feeling that the evil and epidemic energy had dissipated, he stepped briskly and asked in his heart:
"This is considered [crossing], what does the pharmacist think?"
Old monk agreed with a smile.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time.
At this time, on the drum tower in the middle of the whole Central Province Prefecture City, a big man in a raincoat walked up quickly, shook off the rain, took off his raincoat, and was full of energy. Then he took out a large drumstick with a diameter as big as a bowl, and with all his strength, he hit the big drum of the drum tower violently. Then the deep sound began to spread from the center of the entire city, to the four avenues in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.
The drum towers in each square followed closely behind, and with the sound of the drum towers, every government office and every restaurant in the city opened, and the doors of more than two hundred Market Ward doors in the entire Central Province Prefecture City were opened simultaneously. Then the Daoist temples in the city rang their own bells, and the temples rang their own Buddhist bell, and the low drum sound and the powerful drum sound were intertwined.
The morning light rises.
This world of mortals has woken up.
The old man monk opened his eyes and saw the rising sun in this Refining Yang Temple.
At the fifth watch every day, pilgrims in the temples would make iron signs or wooden fish to announce the dawn, and the markets in various bridges would be open.
Young Daoist Holding the sword in his right hand, he moved forward step by step, walking on this worldly road.
Sweep the sleeve of your left hand and hold the tactic.
Closing his eyes, he suppressed the childishness of a young man, leaving only the calmness that can match the supreme realm, and said gently:
"Pharmacist."
"I have observed your ways."
"Prove your heart."
"Do your wish."
"So, it's time to say goodbye."
Monk smiled gently with lowered eyes.
"Yeah."
"I hope I can see you again, Wuhuo, someday."
The old man suddenly lowered his head and saw the bird's egg. It seemed to be a coincidence. The bird's egg trembled slightly, and then cracks appeared. The old man waited and saw a peacock bird coming out. The old man's eyes smiled. Seeing this weak and rootless creature, he also felt a trace of the magnificence of life. He suddenly laughed as if he had an epiphany and said:
"Ah... I see, my Buddha, is this what you see?"
"Formation, Stasis, Destruction, Emptiness, it's already a rotation."
"Monk Death is also alive."
"Life and death are like this."
"Life and death are like this."
Old monk stretched out his hand and gently touched the born peacock, and the peacock touched him.
This weak creature seems to have endless magnificence.
The old man smiled and sighed, then sat down and dispersed in the bright sun.
"Formation, Stasis, Destruction, Emptiness, the creatures in the world..."
"How graceful."
PS:
<Daoist Scripture of Summoning Spirits>--The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening are used to summon all the spirits, which is the majesty of the grand palace and the atmosphere of the mausoleum. It must be done every morning and evening without any mistakes.