Old Man Feng was a person who liked to use his fists and not his brains. Even the path of inheritance that he had arranged for Xie Tian was a path where if Xie Tian did not bleed, then Xie Tian's opponents would bleed. Thus, he did not understand Xian Feng's words.
But he understood the shock in Xian Feng's words. This shock made him really happy, but when he remembered that Xie Tian was the successor of his Lord's inheritance, his face immediately darkened.
"What is Xie Tian trying to do?"
Xian Feng was stunned again, and said blankly: "What do you mean?"
"His cultivation was crippled by that little monk, and he was trapped in the temple waiting for death. If it was me, even if I could not kill him, I would scold him for five days and five nights!" Mad Old Man was furious, and scolded with a dark face: "Now he is learning some bullshit Buddhist scriptures from that little monk, what is he trying to do!"
"Eh," Xian Feng understood Mad Old Man's words, and could not help but laugh: "Didn't you tell me before, that you like Xie Tian's intelligence? Now that he is feigning civility with the little monk, or is he trying to survive, what's wrong with that?"
Mad Old Man's face darkened even more: "If he wants to survive, there are many ways, why does he have to walk this path! Lord is such a great and unrivalled person, if his successor becomes a Buddhist cultivator, and even shaves his head, how would I have the face … "
Xian Feng laughed out loud: "You are thinking too much, the little monk has only studied Buddhist scriptures, cultivating one's life and mind, there is no way he can step onto the path of Buddhist cultivation. Furthermore, how would you and I know Xie Tian's true thoughts, let's continue watching."
"Hmph!" Mad Old Man sat down, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "That's right, don't you have a spirit treasure that can check on a person's past?"
"I do, what do you want to do?"
"I want to see what this brat has been doing in the time I was gone."
"Sure, but do you have melon seeds, peanuts, and good wine?"
"What do I need these for?"
"Nonsense, without these, what show is there to watch?"
"Fine, you're the boss. I'll go buy it!"
Xian Feng watched as the Mad Old Man disappeared into the distance. He rubbed his swollen cheeks and shook his head with a sigh. "Worry leads to confusion …"
After that, he made a grabbing motion in the direction of Bianliang City, which was fifty miles away. Melon seeds, peanuts, roasted chicken, roasted duck, and even tables, benches, wine pots, and wine glasses appeared in front of him. There were still traces of rouge on the rim of the wine glasses, which were from the House of Falling Rain.
Wen Shui was also very concerned about Xie Tian. Therefore, when the words "all dharmas are void" came out of his mouth, he felt Wuchen's entire body tremble in that instant. He felt the turbulence in Wuchen's heart. He even realized that Wuchen's strong cultivation aura almost exploded.
Once the aura exploded, the two people in the Mercy Hall who had no cultivation would be shaken to death.
The chanting stopped, the beasts ran, the cool breeze blew, and the benevolence faintly disappeared. The holy land of Buddhism jumped back into the secular world.
What made all this happen was the four words that came out of Xie Tian's mouth. "All dharmas are void".
These four words, as Xian Feng said, were the essence of the Ten Prajna Sutras. They were the essence of the Ten Prajna Sutras. Once these four words came out, there should have been a mortal who became a Buddha, a beast who gained spiritual intelligence, and a Buddha's light that would never be chased away by a mountain.
But they were chased away.
Because the person who said these words was a killing cultivator with blood-red eyes.
It was extremely ironic.
Therefore, Wuchen felt a deep sense of humiliation.
It was not shame, but humiliation.
The Ten Prajna Sutras were broad and profound. He had studied it for decades, but until now, he had not understood the true meaning of the four words. Xie Tian only listened to a small part of the Vajra Prajna Sutras and said the meaning of Tathagata. But who was Xie Tian? A killing cultivator who had a murderous heart and killed people like flies! How could such a person have supreme Buddha nature and know it just by listening to it?
At this moment, Wuchen seemed to understand the intention of Xie Tian listening to the sutras. His heart, which had been calm for 113 years, was like raging waves beating on the shore, raging waves surging.
"Wuchen, you broke the precepts!"
Wen Shui, who had been observing Wuchen seriously, shouted. When Wuchen heard this, it was as if he was struck by lightning!
"Hahahaha!" Wen Shui laughed wildly, "The person you designated as a killing cultivator understands Buddha better than you, but you used the teachings of Buddha to harm him! Wuchen, after you die, you will definitely fall into the Avici Hell, never to reincarnate! "
Puff!
Wuchen could not hold back a mouthful of blood anymore. It spat out from his mouth and landed on the bright and clean floor. It was a ghastly sight.
Xie Tian, who had a murderous heart, could be injured by the Buddha nature of Wuchen Temple. Wuchen, who had a murderous heart, similarly could not avoid the backlash of the Buddha nature. He had indeed broken the precepts.
"Amitabha, Benefactor Xie Tian's comprehension is indeed unparalleled in the world …"
Wuchen stopped before he finished speaking, because he saw Xie Tian's bloody eyes. There was not a trace of smugness or mockery in those bloody eyes …
He spat out another mouthful of blood.
He thought that Xie Tian was using his extraordinary comprehension to humiliate him, but the result was not like that.
Xie Tian wanted to listen to the scriptures. He really just wanted to listen.
"Benefactor Xie Tian, do you still want to listen?"
After a long silence, Wuchen's slightly dispirited expression recovered. He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes faintly brightening as he asked softly.
Xie Tian nodded, "Yes."
"Benefactor Xie Tian, please wait for a moment. This old monk will go retrieve the scriptures right away." Great Master Wuchen bowed and left amidst Wen Shui's extremely mocking laughter.
Three thousand zhang high in the air, there was another soul treasure. This was a mirror.
The handle of the mirror faced downwards, shooting out a black light that only the two of them could see. It landed on Xie Tian's forehead. Not long after, the surface of the mirror flashed slightly, and the scene of Anlan Mountain appeared again.
"Flip, flip, flip, I've seen all of these before …"
"Look at me, I've never seen them before."
"Are you going to flip?"
"Why does my face hurt so much?"
"Uh, forget it, if you want to look, then look!"
Xianfeng smiled proudly, still wanting to threaten Mad Old Man to do something, but his divine sense swept the title page of the scripture in Wuchen's hand. He immediately exclaimed, "What does this little monk want to do!"
The wind blew, and the candlelight in front of the Buddha statue swayed with the wind.
Xie Tian shifted his gaze from the Blood Buddha to Wuchen, who entered the Mercy Hall. Wuchen's pace was a little fast, causing wind to rise in the hall. The wind blew the candlelight, but it was actually tempting.
"Great Master, your heart is tempted."
Wuchen's footsteps slowed, his thoughts separated from that sudden thought, and he murmured, "The wind moves, the heart is tempted …"
Xie Tian did not speak anymore, looking at the scripture in Wuchen's hand. This scripture was very thick, if he wanted to finish reading it, it would probably take a lot of time. But to him now, the most worthless thing was time.
Dustless spent the time it took for half an incense stick to burn before he calmed down the huge waves caused by Feng Dong's heart. He looked deeply at Xie Tian and did not feel humiliated by the fact that Xie Tian had once again displayed a comprehension ability that was a hundred times better than his. His merciful eyes were actually filled with anticipation.
"This scripture is called Nirvana? Sutra. "
Xie Tian asked, "What is Nirvana?"
"The secular world defines it as resurrection from death. In the true meaning of Buddhism, there are four virtues, constant joy, and one is pure."
Wuchen gave a simple introduction, then flipped the page, and the Zen voice appeared again, "Mahaprajnirvana? Sutra is the profound hall of Dharmakaya, the true name of righteousness, the abyss of all sutras, the extreme of all flows. It is also the body, the wonderful existence on the surface of things, the endless circulation within … "
"Wait a minute."
Xie Tian spoke softly, almost scaring Wuchen into sitting paralyzed on the ground. Nirvana? There were a total of forty volumes, and he had only read less than a hundred words. Could it be that with just these hundred words, Xie Tian had comprehended forty volumes of Nirvana?? The true meaning of Buddhism in the sutra? Could it be that this person was the reincarnation of Arhat?
Wen Shui looked at the dumbfounded Wuchen and laughed wildly. Little Horse's head probed outside the Mercy Hall, as if it really wanted to come in, but it was afraid of the shining golden monster. It had never seen such a tall monster.
"What's going on?" Mad Old Man asked curiously.
Xian Feng shook his head, also a little puzzled, "With just a hundred words, even the Three Pristine Daoist body cannot comprehend the true meaning of Nirvana? I don't know about the true meaning of the scripture either. Forget it, let's just watch the show. Eh, Xie Tian also ate the Dragon Leopard Wood. I say, Gui Feng, when did you steal this move that I taught my disciple … "
"Although we are familiar, I will hit you if you speak nonsense! Go back and see for yourself, he ate it himself! "
"Ha, as expected, this kid's temperament is not bad. Although he is worlds apart from my other disciples, he is still passable …"
Mad Old Man did not have the mood to care about Xian Feng's smugness. His pair of disdainful eyes stared at the Mercy Hall. He really wanted to know if Xie Tian had comprehended the true meaning of Nirvana with just a hundred words. The sutra, if it was …
"Then wouldn't the Lord's successor be even more awesome than the Three Pristine Daoist body? What kind of body is it?"
Mad Old Man suppressed his excitement and thought until Xie Tian spoke again.
"Help me up."
Wuchen was stunned, "Benefactor Xie Tian, wh-what did you say?"
Xie Tian tried a few more times and realized that he could not sit up, so he spoke again, "This sutra is a little interesting, I want to sit up and listen."
"Benefactor Xie Tian, wh-what did you not comprehend?"
"It's only ninety-one words, what can I comprehend?" Xie Tian asked in return.
"F * ck!" Mad Old Man cursed fiercely. Under the stimulation of Xian Feng's mocking laughter, his face was as dark as it could be.
Wuchen secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He got up and helped Xie Tian to sit down. When Xie Tian nodded, he continued to recite the Nirvana sutra. Sutra.
Nirvana sutra. The Buddhist voice transformed from sutra unfolded a scene for Xie Tian.
This scene was of a shattered land, like the end of the world.
In the Doomsday Wasteland, the corpses of living beings were everywhere, the plants were all withered, the rivers were cut off, the mountains were broken, and there were countless ravines. The sun and moon were dark.
Xie Tian walked in this wasteland. He did not know how many ravines he had passed, how many broken mountains he had climbed, and how many broken rivers he had crossed. Under the fact that the sun and moon did not move, he did not even know how long he had walked.
But he knew that on this journey, everything he saw, heard, and felt was lifeless.
Until he saw a towering tree that towered into the clouds. Unfortunately, the tree was withered, its roots broken, as if it had died a long time ago.
No, it was not completely dead.
The only bit of vitality in the endless wasteland fell on one of the roots of the tree.
Xie Tian stopped and looked at that root.
Most of his attention was on Xie Tian's blood-red eyes. He saw that there was another kind of golden light in the blood-red eyes that was fighting with the blood-red light.
This golden light was called Buddha nature.
Xian Feng looked at the image indifferently. Most of his attention was also on Xie Tian. When he saw the Nirvana sutra, he knew what the little monk was planning. When he said the three words, he knew what the little monk was planning. He also knew what kind of danger Xie Tian was facing. If Xie Tian's Buddha nature was stimulated and he became a monk, the crazy old man beside him would crush the mountain.
"Sigh, sometimes it's not a good thing to have good comprehension …"
Mad Old Man looked at the image seriously. When he saw Xie Tian spit out the red alum liquid to kill Li Yuanyang, a wild laughter of joy burst out from his mouth, almost scaring Xian Feng off the clouds.
"Master should be like this! Xian Feng, don't you think so! "
Xian Feng rolled his eyes, straightened the wooden stool and sat down again. Glancing at the image, he asked with a smile, "Gui Feng, if Xie Tian really shaves his head and becomes a monk, will you kill him?"
"I will!"
"Then prepare."
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