"Amitabha Sutra of the Past? This is one of the three legendary sutras of the Daizen Temple, the mysterious and unparalleled technique of cultivating the soul? Ziyue, as one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, traveled thousands of miles to find this thing. How could it be mixed in this martial scripture of the imperial court? "
Hong Yi looked at the thin, squarish, dark gold scripture scroll in his hand. It was as soft as water, and when he looked at the small bright golden words on it, the shock in his heart could not be any greater.
The Daizen Temple was a thousand-year-old ancient temple. Before it was destroyed, all the sects in the world had to admit that it was the best temple in the world and the holy land of cultivation.
The highest secret of cultivation in the Daizen Temple was recorded in the past, present, and future. The past was the Amitabha Sutra, the present was the Tathagata Sutra, and the future was the Lifeless Sutra.
The Amitabha Sutra was the supreme technique of cultivating the soul, the present was the Tathagata Sutra, and the Lifeless Sutra was the most mysterious. Rumor had it that when all three were combined into one, one could transcend the sea of suffering in the world and truly reach the other shore.
Moreover, even Li Yan, the founder of the Li School of Thought, who looked down on deities and Buddhas the most among scholars and always used the principles of scholars to explain deities and Buddhas, expressed in his notes that it was a pity that he had not seen these three scriptures with his own eyes.
From this point of view, Hong Yi, who was best at reading and figuring out the author's mind, could draw a conclusion.
That was, these three scriptures were indeed the real supreme secret.
This kind of scripture was much more powerful than the coarse martial scriptures and Taoist scriptures. The difference between pearls and dung was not enough to describe the difference between the two.
"Maybe when the Daizen Temple was about to be destroyed, the monk was afraid that this scripture would be taken away, so he hid it in the most ordinary martial scripture. Also, the martial scripture of the imperial court would definitely not be taken away. Unfortunately, the thing Ziyue was looking for was actually close at hand … "
Hong Yi grabbed the Amitabha Sutra and took a few deep breaths to calm his mind.
The principle of scholars was not to be tempted by beauty and not to be confused by treasures.
Hong Yi knew that he had almost lost the battle just now.
Keeping one's heart calm after seeing the treasure wasn't disdain for the treasure. Instead, it was a warning to others not to get carried away after obtaining the treasure and to maintain a calm state of mind. Otherwise, one would reveal all sorts of flaws and be discovered by others, which could easily lead to a fatal disaster.
This kind of scripture was as soft as silk, but it could not be burned by fire. Not to mention people like Hong Yi who understood logic, even an idiot would know that this was a treasure.
"However, although the Amitabha Sutra is rumored to be the highest secret of cultivating the soul, there are so many monks in the Daizen Temple, and there is no lack of amazing people among them, but it seems that none of them have cultivated the Yang Spirit. Otherwise, they would not have been surrounded and wiped out by the army. Looks like this scripture isn't so easy to practice and comprehend. I only have a rough understanding of the technique of the soul leaving the body. I'm afraid I'm still unable to comprehend it. If only Ziyue was here, I could comprehend it with him. Unfortunately … "
After calming his mind, Hong Yi quickly folded the silk-like scripture into a handkerchief and kept it close to his body. He was not in a hurry to read it.
After putting it away, confident that there were no flaws, Hong Yi sat upright and lit a stick of incense. Then, he gently ground the ink and wrote the word "quiet" on the paper.
After writing more than ten words in a row, his mind completely calmed down.
After Hong Yi calmed down, he got up and washed his hands. Then, he closed his eyes and sat in silence until the incense finished burning. His whole body was very calm. He suddenly opened his eyes, glanced around, and listened carefully. After making sure that there was no one around, he carefully took out the scripture from his arms and opened it to read it carefully.
Serious scholars had this set of rules. Before reading, they had to calm their minds, burn incense, wash their hands, and do a set of preparatory work.
These were not useless etiquettes, but means to adjust the body and mind so that they could concentrate. Only in this way could they read good books.
How could Hong Yi not be careful? Especially when reading the legendary "Amitabha Sutra".
The scripture was taken out from the place close to his body. The smooth feeling like silk made Hong Yi feel very comfortable.
The scripture was spread out on the table. It was square, three feet long and wide, like a large painting. The writing on it was very small, but it was also very clear, as if it had been engraved with a knife. There was not the slightest bit of ambiguity.
Moreover, the writing had a kind of power that penetrated deep into the bone. After seeing it, people had a feeling that these small writing could fly. The writing already had spirituality.
"Good calligraphy!"
Seeing this writing, Hong Yi could not help but exclaim in his heart. He was confident that his writing was good, but compared to the writing on the scripture, it was simply not up to standard.
In the middle of the scripture, there was a golden Buddha sitting in the void. Countless suns, moons, and stars surrounded it, blessing the golden Buddha with their radiance.
The golden Buddha's eyes were slightly closed as he sat cross-legged with his hands forming seals. He had a serene expression, but it wasn't like the dignified Buddha statues in other temples. What it exuded was a kind and familiar aura.
In fact, Hong Yi even had a feeling that this Buddha was his past life that originated from thousands of lifetimes.
"This is a true Buddha statue. This expression, this temperament, it can resonate with people, and it has the concept of becoming Buddha."
The teachings of Buddhism emphasized the equality of all living beings. Everyone could become Buddha.
A true Buddha statue wasn't dignified, nor was it huge. Instead, it made people feel that this Buddha was the feeling of their previous life. It radiated a person's Buddha nature and Dao heart.
Unfortunately, only one person could draw such a Buddha statue in 500 years. In terms of painting, they were all saints in painting.
Ignoring whether this "Amitabha Sutra" was a supreme scripture, the first thing Hong Yi saw was the supreme Dao of painting.
Hong Yi looked at the Buddha statue and was shocked. He had read a wide range of books and had the ability to appreciate calligraphy and paintings. He also knew some of the essence of Buddhism.
"Ignoring everything else, just these words and paintings alone would be priceless treasures if sold." Hong Yi sighed. Then, he began to read the words on the scripture.
The opening words of the article were four words. "As I have heard …"
"As I have heard? This scripture was recorded after hearing Buddha's preaching? "Hong Yi was puzzled. It turned out that Buddhist scriptures that began with "As I have heard" were left behind after hearing Buddha's preaching in ancient times.
These four words were the difference between heretic scriptures and orthodox scriptures.
Logically speaking, if it was a cultivation Dharmic formulation, these four words wouldn't appear. This was because Buddha didn't impart cultivation Dharmic formulations. He only taught people to see their true nature. It was a little similar to how ancient sages only taught scholars to cultivate Righteousness. This was a general direction. As for how to see one's true nature and how to cultivate Righteousness, they had to figure it out themselves. Everyone had their own achievements and reasons.
Be it Buddha or ancient sages, they only pointed out a clear path and direction. As for the exact path, those sages probably didn't know. They had to gradually figure it out.
Be it the Martial Dao or the Immortal Dao of soul cultivation, they were all refined by the Daizen Temple over thousands of years of absorbing the essence of various sects.
"Ignore him. Perhaps the author wanted to make the scripture more formal. Let's see the specific cultivation method."
Of course, Hong Yi wouldn't dwell on this problem. Instead, he continued reading …
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