Chapter 83 I am a Buddha
Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the red Buddha enters the temple.
The Daleiyin dharma image behind the old monk Dushi, although only a mere ten feet tall, not as large as the torso of the largest Buddha statue in front of him, the aura it exudes has already overwhelmed all the Buddhas.
Among the gods and Buddhas in the sky, none of them dared to face the red Buddha holding the thunderbolt.
"Amitabha."
Du Shi murmured in a low voice, his murderous intentions arose, and the thick arm of the Red Buddha waved, and the thunder turned into a spear, and was thrown suddenly.
In an instant, several phantoms of the Buddha were pierced through, and countless temples behind them collapsed one after another. Dust flew up and tiles were scattered everywhere. I don't know how many Buddha statues were torn apart by the thunder, leaving only ruins.
Extreme destructive power, without the slightest mercy of Buddha.
"Jingming, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
The big Buddha sitting in the center took a palm shot, and the palm was infinitely enlarged. He could see every trace of lines on the palm, and every outline was infinitely high, like layers of mountains.
The light of Buddha exudes from above, and then look closely at the circulation of scriptures in it, and the breath of incense builds up spiritual mountains.
Immediately afterwards, the Buddha in the sky fell into it, sitting in the fruit position, looking down at himself from a high place.
Three-inch palm, the most difficult supernatural power for Buddhism. It is said that if one reaches the highest level, one can create small worlds in the palm of one's hand.
One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world.
The three-inch palm of this great Buddha who came out of the Bodhi Realm is obviously more brilliant.
The Dushi monk recognized this breath from it. Once an elder in the sect gave him a relic, the size of a thumb, which contained the Buddhist philosophy of a certain Buddhist senior.
This elder, whose name is Changkong, has reached the level of cultivation to become a god. He is not only one of the few Buddhist monks who have learned the three-inch palm, but also a person who has been able to evolve the world in the palm for thousands of years. His three-inch palm is a real small world. It is said that tens of thousands of people practiced in it at its peak.
And Dushi also got a glimpse of the true meaning from it, and comprehended the Three-Inch Palm, which is enough to show that this comprehension of the Three-Inch Palm is the pinnacle.
"Jingming, my Buddha is merciful, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."
The same words sounded again, but it was completely different from before.
The sound of the Buddha was so powerful that it formed scriptures in his ears and whispered in his ears. It seemed to be the true meaning of Buddhism, just hearing it made his aura start to rise, and a Buddha status was flying towards him.
"Dare to ask the Buddha, what does it mean to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately? If the wicked kill the world, can they still become a Buddha after putting down the butcher's knife? The killing karma of the wicked can be resolved?"
Dushi opened his eyes slightly, and all the Buddhist voices were instantly shattered. Another buddha nature emerged spontaneously, instantly crushing Mahayana Buddhism into powder, as if it was born to deal with Mahayana Buddhism.
Da Lei Yin Shu, the cause and effect of this life is knotted in this life, don't ask about the past life and don't ask for the next life.
The Buddha replied: "As you asked, those who receive different retributions are all due to the different intentions of the previous life, so the experience is very different. If you commit a crime in this life, you should pay it back in the next life. Putting down the butcher's knife is just to alleviate the sin."
"How can there be an afterlife?"
"The reincarnation of all things is endless."
"Where is reincarnation?"
"Reincarnation is free in the heavenly way, and if you get the Buddhahood, you will not enter reincarnation, and you will not die for thousands of kalpas."
"The Mahayana dog barks."
Da Lei Yin Faxiang raised one hand straight up, thunder flashed on the raised muscles, and pulled the other hand back.
The body is like a galloping horse, and the arms are like steel spears. Just a slight bend of the knee, this downward step makes the whole world tremble.
Hey!
The thunder turned into a strong bow, and the rolling thunder turned into a straight arrow, pointing directly at the Buddhas sitting on the lotus.
The corners of the Red Buddha's mouth were slightly split, a half-smile, extremely insolent. Lost the last majesty of the statue, not like a Buddha, more like a human, a crazy thug.
"Presumptuous!"
The Buddha scolded angrily, and with a single palm, the whole small world fell down on the old monk, and the sky collapsed and the earth fell apart.
He was completely angry. This old monk has completely deviated from Buddhism and Mahayana Buddhism, and there is no Buddha nature in him.
Daleiyin's Dharma Aspect also let go of the hand holding the bowstring, and the lightning flashed for thousands of miles. The huge arrow carried thousands of thunderbolts, tore apart countless Buddhas, and pierced through the shackles of small worlds one after another. .
Unstoppable, like thunder.
This thunderbolt is inherited from Xiaowu Leizhengfa, which is a thunder method that has never been seen before or since. Born out of killing and attacking again and again, he does not cultivate his life, but only pursues the ultimate attack.
This has also created his peak offensive power.
When I saw it for the first time, I understood that this thunder does not belong to the mortal world.
Only the light of thunder remained in the sky and the earth, and the mountains folded by the palm collapsed inch by inch. The Buddha in the sky blocked the thunder like a moth to a flame, and died like a moth to a flame.
Finally smashed the Buddha's Baolian, and let it fall into the common world, and there is no so-called fruit position anymore.
The big Buddha sat cross-legged in the void, Baoxiang’s solemn face was still neither sad nor happy, but his voice was not always the same.
"You Thunder..."
Fear, there is a trace of fear in the mighty Buddha's voice.
If my guess is correct, then this big Buddha is the former Sky Buddha, to be precise, the incarnation of that Buddha Dharma. The Changkong Buddha died a long time ago, and it was the Bodhi Realm that made him think that he was Changkong, living in a form of almost obsession.
But it wasn't him after all.
If it is the real Changkong Buddha, then I am afraid that there will be more than good luck.
But even so, this obsession still remembers the thunder of that year, the thunder that broke through the bodhi world. It is really hard to imagine what kind of demeanor it is that can make Bodhi Realm remember its aura.
The old monk Dushi felt this emotion, raised his eyelids slightly, and said, "Are you scared?"
The big Buddha was silent for a moment, and then the whole small world was restless. The endless incense fell from the sky, and it turned into many gods and Buddhas again, and a new Baolian was also condensed.
has recovered again.
The Bodhi Realm opened again, bringing hundreds of millions of incense and incense down.
"Amitabha, pure and clear, everything is in vain."
The old monk let them recover, because he knew that these Buddhas could not be killed, and everything else was nothingness except the big Buddha.
"What the poor monk does is Buddha, and what he does is Buddha..."
The Daleiyin method looks up to the sky and screams loudly, with the meaning of insolence, the meaning of rebelling against the Buddha, and saving the bodies of all living beings.
With all kinds of true meaning in one body, holding the thunder in hand, crushing the Buddhas.
The old monk collided with the Buddhas, and the thunder tore them apart again and again, and the believers reshaped them again and again, endlessly and without peace.
"I am Buddha!!"
The old monk looked up to the sky and smiled, without the slightest humility of the past. The tall man's posture was swept away, and there was only an arrogant Buddha.
The red Buddha is ten thousand feet tall, with six arms supporting the sky, vowing to open up the world in the Buddha.
Hey!
The thunder light swayed thousands of miles, tearing apart the heaven and the earth. The world in front of me instantly became narrow and eventually collapsed.
He came out of the palm Buddha world, he opened his eyes and was still standing there. Many Buddhas in the distance collapsed one after another, and the enshrined Buddha statue was not spared. Cracks spread all over the golden body until it collapsed like sand.
He won, but it's not over yet, it's just the first temple.
Turn around and walk out of the temple. At this time, there are warrior monks, monks, and believers standing outside with sticks. They don't have any cultivation, some are just a heart of sincerity to the Buddha, and some are just a pair of resentful eyes.
"Amitabha."
The old monk stepped out of the temple and walked on the blood-stained steps. The monk swung his stick one after another on him. In order not to hurt anyone, he put away all his magic power and walked quietly. The monk spat in his face as he walked silently. The believers poured all kinds of filthy garbage on him, making him stink, and he walked quietly.
He heard the cries of these men.
"Evil!"
"Monster!"
"Inhuman!"
Only chant: "Amitabha."
Gradually, people around him disappeared, and his world disappeared, and the world was empty and quiet. There was only one person standing in front of him, with his back turned to him and walking in front.
"People in the world slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, fear me, fear me... call me demon, demon, demon... I have killed countless people, and I have saved countless people."
"Even if I trample all over the world and kill tens of thousands of people, future generations should respect me three points, and the world should call me an immortal."
"Little monk, what about you?"
The blurry figure turned his head slightly, but his face could not be seen clearly.
"The poor monk trampled on Lingshan, and the world will call me a Buddha."
The Dushi monk replied in this way.
Half-step Nascent Soul.
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Cold water.
Li Yi is teaching Gouzi how to use Changchun Kungfu to urinate cabbage from germination to maturity. But now the cabbage has all been picked by him. Now December is changed to grow lettuce, and it can be used for hot pot during the New Year.
Spread the seeds into the soil, glance at the big yellow dog, and say, "Come on, let's see the results of your practice. This Changchun Kung Fu has been improved by the Nine Levels of Reverse Life, and it can breed vitality, just like a precious medicine."
There are many versions of Changchun Kung Fu, the most popular of which was created by myself when I was a hundred years old. Among them, the effect of Zhengping and can excellently consolidate the foundation is loved by the monks in the whole practice circle. At that time, in order to buy Feijian and Guqin, he directly found a pawnshop to **** them. In the future, whenever there is a lack of spirit stones, they will be pawned at the pawnshop opened by the local monks.
After all, at that time when he first entered the world of cultivation, he had no family or sect. He neither made alchemy nor weapons on weekdays, and he didn't have any valuables on him, let alone spirit stones.
So by chance, Changchun Kungfu has been handed down like this, and basically all monks know it. Especially for young monks, it is simply a must-choose entry-level exercise, and it can even be used at the golden core stage.
Li Yi didn't think much about this, and he didn't feel that it would be a disadvantage if he was learned by the whole world. This is what he wants to sell, and Changchun Gong does not know how many versions have been updated, and that one is at most the most original among hundreds of versions.
He has updated about 500 versions now, aside from the Changchun Kungfu that is specialized for big yellow dogs, there are also 100 versions.
"Wow woof!"
The rhubarb dog raised its leg and peed precisely in the pit with lettuce seeds. The next moment, accompanied by a blue light, the seeds germinated rapidly and began to grow at an incredible speed.
In the end, the lettuce stayed at the size of a fist, obviously not reaching the mature standard.
"You are really a stupid dog." Li Yi stroked the dog's head, and the dog immediately barked in frustration, tears were about to fall out.
However, its cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and it only takes a few months, which is faster than most people's cultivation. If you can reach the ninth level of Qi training in the next three months, you can definitely enter the monk class.
Suddenly, Li Yi raised his head and looked towards the horizon, and the induction between heaven and man made him realize that there seemed to be something related to him over there, and he knew who it was as soon as he thought about it.
Old monk.
That breath should be that bald donkey, but this breath seems to have broken through the shackles, somewhat similar to Xue Ye.
"good."
Li Yi praised, then put the collected cabbage into the basket, put it on the back of the ox with a pole, and walked slowly towards home.
I have fresh Chinese cabbage to eat tonight.
(end of this chapter)