This is Human Dao Destiny, the last city of one country and one state. Its human weapons were sent to Capital City by the military masters sent by Li Zhai. They were all arranged next to Qi WuHuo, waiting for the Daoist to complete the final cauldron. That is, with this Divine Ability mystery, he 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's 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 Buddha heart Buddha nature, and the wildness of Golden Cicada ferocious beasts. When we met for the second time, he had lost his original arrogance and had the firmness and persistence of a practitioner of the Dharma. However, he still had excessive joy at the fulfillment of the Dharma.
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 intense to the extreme.
"Long time no see, Daoist Priest."
The voice of Golden Cicada in front of the Buddha was low and tired.
He seems to have experienced the most miserable thing in the entire the Human World.
The weight of these experiences was heavy and powerful. Even Golden Cicada in front of the Buddha felt the fatigue and sadness born from his own mind. The Daoist poured him a cup of tea, and then the two of them sat under the old tree and talked about the past.
Monk is tired and the Daoist is old.
"So, what's your story this time?"
The Daoist was holding tea with a gentle voice.
A ripple flashed through Golden Cicada's eyes in front of the Buddha. He held the tea in his hands and spoke slowly, telling this story.
He made three major oaths.
Aimed 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 eventually 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 persuasion and Buddhist understanding to understand the past story of the woman, it also helped her to resolve the knots in her mind. All of this was done without using any Buddhist teachings Divine Ability. Not even the so-called other mind powers and the wisdom to clear up all the leaks were used. It was simply something that any enlightened person could 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, a eminent Buddhist monk, with a beautiful face, a pure and peaceful temperament, and a great desire to save the world. For anyone who has fallen into the mud, such an existence is like light.
Encountering such a beautiful existence, only two creatures will fall.
Catch him tightly, or drag him down into the mud.
Seeing Saint Monk sinking into painful desires like this 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.
Seducing, coercing, using, even taking off her clothes, revealing her graceful figure and getting into monk's arms.
But from the beginning to the end, this monk just looked at her with a compassionate and gentle look. I don't know how many times, how many years, and even once encountered a life and death crisis. The most beautiful courtesan in the country, young girl, just revealed her heart. She was sold by her parents since she was a child to pay back the money. No one in the world loves her.
Her parents loved her for her money; the people loved her for her appearance.
A noble person is a practitioner, and what he loves is his body.
At that time monk carried her through the moonlight and said, "I can love you, a poor monk."
Monk's eyes are broad and compassionate, warm and sincere.
A true practitioner has love for all living beings.
After getting to know this monk, the incomparable young girl never did anything like an oiran again. One day after getting drunk, the bright moon was in the sky and setting on the river. Monk, wearing white clothes, sat cross-legged on the boat, watching young girl dance all over the place, and then gently left a kiss on monk's cheek.
Monk succeeded.
He made young girl, who grew up in a betrayal environment since childhood, understand clearly what it means to love others and what it means to love oneself.
Qi WuHuo was holding tea and listening to 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 King Wei Wu's troops have finally swept in to wipe out this place full of evil people, betrayal, and finally the rebel army. Under such pressure, what the poor monk did to convert the people there caused the city lord to be trapped and killed."
"I forced the Dharma out, turned into a Sarira son, and stayed here."
There was an obvious look of pain on Golden Cicada's face in front of the Buddha.
Seventeen years ago, what the arrogant and scornful, yet pious and enthusiastic monk did was to have supreme confidence in his own 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. I was even full of confidence at that time. I will use my death to save the people of this city and follow the Buddha's teachings."
"Perhaps, as you said, Daoist Priest--"
"When I said that I wanted to popularize Save All Living Beings and verify the Dharma, I was already overlooking them. The poor monk was testing the subtle and dark places of human nature, but I never thought that my eyes would be burned by the bright places of Human Heart human nature."
"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 Golden Cicada in front of the Buddha. I just had to raise my finger to solve all this. The joys and sorrows of mortals should have been far, far away from me."
Golden Cicada's body was shaking 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 Golden Cicada's heart, but what was left behind was the lingering subtle pain like a palm brushing against a very fast blade.
Golden Cicada 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 them."
"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, monk came out of the prison with bruises all over his body, but he was holding the woman who had committed suicide in white, howling in pain. It was raining heavily at that time, and only a few days later, King Wei Wu's soldiers broke through the city, and their spears were so sharp that the monk Human Heart actually felt a heart of pain and resentment.
Why didn't King Wei Wu's soldiers come earlier?
He used a piece of white jade and used complex 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 take her into the Buddha's kingdom. In the end, he was abandoned by the Buddhas. When they saw that he had lost his cultivation and Buddha light clarity, they just said, "The despicable woman has a lower Lower Vehicle body. She is filthy and impure and cannot enter the Buddha's kingdom."
The golden Buddha light left, clear and bright, Golden Cicada laughed and cried in front of the Buddha, the white jade scattered, and the rituals were 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 on the grassland under the moonlight.
Then, stumbling, step by step, I walked through the world and arrived here.
Monk held tea and asked, "Daoist Master, where is the Buddha's Dharma? The Buddha's Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings, but why is it said not to touch women? The Dharma is immeasurable and equals all living beings, but among all the great wishes, why are there such rewards as [a woman turning into a man], [becoming a king's daughter] [or becoming an emperor]?"
"This great wish has also proven that all living beings are not the same in the eyes of the Buddha."
When Golden Cicada asked Qi WuHuo in front of the Buddha.
On the Nine Stone Tablets, with the Tao as the center, there are four stone tablets on both sides. Among them, Qiu left many written inheritances on one stone tablet. At this moment, on the other side of the center of the Tao, the only blank stone tablet of Nine Stone Tablets has countless ripples, and seems 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 Daoist with gray temples paused and replied, "I don't know."
"So, what do fellow Daoists think is a Buddha?"
"Heh..."
The tired monk smiled gently and said, "It's still the same as what you said seventeen years ago, right?"
"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.
For the second time, overcome all evils, give up your cultivation, and use Law and Reason to save the common people.
The Daoist 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 Daoist 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. What kind of transformation are we talking about? Because there is a Buddha in the hearts of ordinary people. This time the 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 Dharma on the Nine Stone Tablets have dispersed.
Qi WuHuo watched Golden Cicada leave. He felt that since the first time he relied on the realm of Yujing to intercept him, and since that time when the Buddha was discussing the Tao, Golden Cicada's fate and path seemed to have been slightly deviated. Qi WuHuo suddenly remembered another agreement he made back then.
He once again went to find the reincarnation of Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata.
The reincarnation of the once young boy is now a man in his thirties, with a tired face, but when he saw Qi WuHuo coming here, he still warmly entertained him. The Daoist asked again, "How do you think your life is now?"
[Ming] thought for a while and replied seriously, "My parents are getting older, but fortunately they have never been injured and are still filial. Although the children are naughty, they are also innocent and cute. As they grow up, my wife has known each other since they were young, and they are childhood sweethearts. Naturally, they are still very good."
Although he was tired, he still lived seriously.
The Daoist asked if his Buddhist beads was still there?
[Ming] paused, with gentle eyes, looked at the running child and replied, "The child is playing."
He now has three children, the youngest of whom is less than ten years old and is the most lively and naughty at his most active.
Qi WuHuo When he stood up to say goodbye, the thirty-four-year-old [Ming] escorted him out of the village. Looking at the gray-haired Daoist, he couldn't help but ask, "old Daoist Chief, why are you asking me such a question?"
"Why?"
"I don't know either. Let's just treat it as an agreement with an old friend."
The Daoist 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."
Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata's reincarnation [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 make medicine; the eldest son had already reached the age of marriage, but the youngest son was still naughty. His wife seemed a little weak and needed a good rest.
He turned around and hurriedly walked into the mortal world; behind him, Golden Cicada happened to leave in front of the Buddha.
The two people's footsteps paused, and they both seemed to feel something.
In front of the nine monuments, Human Dao Destiny circulated, Imperial Pure Tree faintly swayed, and it seemed that there were flowers in bloom. But it was raining heavily today, and the man was busy with his family. Golden Cicada lowered his eyes and thought about the world. One walked in a hurry, walking into the world of mortals, and the other walked tiredly, measuring the world.
So the flower had not yet bloomed, but finally spread out.
At this time, where is the Buddha, the Tao is lazy, and Confucianism is walking among the nations.
King Wei Wu Li Zhai's military front is turned back.
Make a final agreement of seventeen years.
The Daoist returned to the Treasury Chamber. Many Human Dao artifact had been placed in front, surrounded by armored soldiers. The original guard was no longer there, but Li Weifeng, who was over fifty years old, had peaceful eyebrows and had a lot of authority, was standing in front. He was well maintained, but his hair and beard could still be seen with silver threads.
He said softly, "I have a troublesome husband."
The Daoist nodded peacefully.
He walked in front of the human artifacts, and 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 has attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone who practices Human Dao Destiny knows 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 Human Dao Destiny system.
This is a ritual that countless people from top to bottom have worked hard for so many years to complete in this era. It belongs to everyone in their era. River Diagram and Luo Script has performed it countless times. The Daoist's finger gently pressed against the last Jiuding and 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 the Human World seemed to be stagnant.
All living things, the breath of all things, the wind, the clouds, conversations, and discussions.
Everything stopped at this time, the flow of Human Dao Destiny stopped, even the river stopped flowing, as if everything had become a curtain, waiting for the final step of the human world's own ritual to be completely completed.
today,
Nine Cauldrons Unite!
Please give me your monthly ticket at the third watch. I will sleep peacefully and go away.