Master of the Worlds

Chapter 194 All the Buddhas of the Three Times, Poor Monk, Are Going to Kill All!

"Follow the ancient covenant, trace the origin of the myriad ways, strip away the long river of fate, and the eternal reincarnation reappears."

In the dilapidated deserted village, the voice of Mufeng resounded.

It's like the evening drum and the morning bell ringing in the hearts of everyone, and it seems that the ancient law moves the world.

As the words sounded, Mu Feng's hands pinched complicated fingerprints.

All around, time and space seem to be disordered, and space seems to be stripped by invisible forces.

Driven by an unknown force, the time and space where everyone is located seems to be independent of the long river of time, jumping out of the river of fate and returning to the origin of all things.

The next moment, outside this independent space, everything outside seemed to come to life, and played at a speed of millions of times.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was countless calamities.

For the first time, a familiar aura appeared in the outside world.

It was a baby girl, a baby girl who was bathed in light and abandoned in the wilderness. She didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know where she was going.

The baby girl who was abandoned in the wilderness did not lose her life because she was left alone.

She was lucky enough to be picked up by a monkey that had lost most of its golden hair and was about to die of old age.

The old monkey picked up the baby girl, picked her up, took her away, and raised her.

However, the old monkey was nearing the end of his lifespan and failed to raise the baby girl. A few months later, the old monkey felt that his life was short, so he carried the baby girl to an open and flat place on the top of the mountain.

There, there is no shade of trees, no rugged cliffs, and what is there is just a boulder.

This boulder is three feet six feet five inches high and has a circle of two feet four feet.

The height of three feet, six feet and five inches is equivalent to the number of 360 and five in the sky; the circle of two feet and four feet implies the 24 solar terms.

There are nine orifices and eight holes on the boulder, which combine the nine palaces and eight trigrams to collect the aura of heaven and earth and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

The old monkey, who had not long to live, placed the baby girl on a stone platform beside the huge stone. Although the baby girl was young and insignificant, she did not cry or fuss when she was placed on the stone platform. Instead, she kept looking at her with her big, watery eyes. The new neighbor, the giant fairy stone.

After finishing all this, the old monkey seemed to have fulfilled his mission, turned around and disappeared into the forest, and before he had gone far, he still threw himself on the ground without making a sound.

It is strange to say that such a discontented baby girl was placed on the stone platform next to the fairy stone, neither crying nor making noise, and no raptors and beasts came to persecute her.

What's even more bizarre is that the fairy stone seems to have spirituality.

Every day, the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon are collected, and a very small part will be poured into the baby girl's body.

It is precisely because of this that even if there is no food to feed and no milk to supply, the baby girl will not cry because of hunger, and will not lose her life because of no food.

So, time flies.

From being ignorant at the beginning, the baby girl gradually learned to crawl. She didn't crawl around, but just crawled around on the stone platform next to the fairy stone.

Soon after, the baby girl who learned to crawl began to stand up by herself and toddler.

On the way again, it is natural to be unsteady and fall down.

But the fairy stone seemed to be watching the baby girl all the time. Whenever the baby girl was about to fall, there would be an invisible force to hold her up and prevent her from getting injured.

Slowly, the baby girl learned to stand, walk, and run with a familiar face.

She is very smart and knows that Xianshi will protect her and let her survive on this mountain full of beasts.

Therefore, she never leaves the fairy stone too far, and her range of activities is always within a radius of one mile around the early fairy stone.

Time flies, and in a few years, the baby girl has grown into a girl, and the girl has grown into a teenage girl.

The people wandering outside the long river of time saw that the girl beside the fairy stone, and Bai Jingjing beside them, looked the same.

And the monkey, looking at the picture in it, was even more excellent.

He felt familiar with these scenes, but he couldn't remember whether he had really experienced them.

However, that mountain, that land, that rock, he can be 100% sure that it is his Huaguo Mountain, his cave, and the fairy rock that gave birth to him!
Looking at the picture outside, Mu Feng didn't answer everyone's doubts.

Everything in the outside world is progressing at a speed of millions of times.

In a blink of an eye, the girl has grown up and has her own thoughts, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes staring at the sky in a daze.

However, the only thing that remains the same is that she will talk to the fairy stone who guards her every day, as if talking to herself.

Under the baptism of heaven and earth aura day after day by the fairy stone, although the girl has no way to practice, she has accumulated enough aura in her body, so she is not afraid of the tigers and beasts on the mountain.

She can play all over the mountain and make more friends.

However, despite this, she would still return to the fairy stone every day before dark, guarding it just as it guarded her back then.

Every day, she talked to it, telling it about the day's experience, her new sturdy playmate, and what interesting things she had encountered.

It's just that it's always silent.

Sometimes, if she talks too much and doesn't get the slightest response, she will lose her temper with it, dislike it, and always ignore her.

However, how did she know that the naive, it's not that it doesn't want to talk to her, but that it's just a stone, how can it have a mouth, can it talk?
Fortunately, her temper is like the rain in June, she comes and goes when she says it, and after complaining for a while, she will still talk to it day after day and spend endless lonely time with it.

She would tell her that she remembered that when she was a child, an old monkey saved her and sent her to it so that she could survive.

She will tell it that there are many monkeys living on this mountain, but none of them have golden hair that she likes.

She would tell her that she was feeling more and more unwell and that her mobility was becoming more and more inconvenient.

She'll tell it, it's probably going to die!

After talking too much, she lost her temper with it again, "Smelly stone, I'm going to die, can't you just say something to me?"

What responded to her was, of course, endless silence.

Because it is a stone, how can it talk!

However, it didn't respond at all. She could feel that since she lost her temper again, more of the essence of the sun and moon, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured into her body every day.

That was the limit her body could bear.

She knew that was its response, its stupid way of responding.

She is happy because she is not alone, it can understand her and understand her.

Later, many years later, even though it gave her more and more aura, her body was getting worse and worse.

She knew she couldn't take it anymore.

On the night before she died, it went crazy and poured spiritual energy into her body, trying to keep her alive.

It's been like this many times before.

But, this time, she knew it was useless.

She told it, no need, this time, she was really going to die.

It didn't listen, and still instilled spiritual energy into her body crazily, nourishing her body, but, it had already run out of fuel, life energy was exhausted, no amount of spiritual energy would help!
In the end, she died.

However, perhaps due to those auras, before she died, she actually returned to the way she was when she was in her best health.

She lay on Xian Shi's body, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm going to die. After all, I can't hear you standing in front of me and saying a word to me. I'm so unwilling!"

That night, with a trace of determination in her eyes, she raised her head to look at the sky full of stars, she waved her hand and cut her wrist.

Blood streamed down its stone body.

She said, "I saw those monkeys pouring water on the peach tree, and the peach tree would bloom and bear the delicious fruit they love to eat!

I don't know how to help you, but if God knows my sincerity and you understand my intentions, let this stone blossom too! "

Her blood ran out and her body collapsed.

When she was dying, in a trance, she seemed to see a purple flower blooming on the top of the tall immortal stone.

A beautiful, purple orchid!

She saw, among the rocks, a little golden monkey opening its eyes with difficulty, glanced at her, then closed them tightly again.

At that moment, in her heart, there was only satisfaction and comfort.

Time flows again, and I don’t know how many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On that fairy stone, a beautiful purple orchid violated the laws of heaven and grew on the top of the fairy stone for thousands of years.

The beasts in Huaguo Mountain are very curious about this.

However, in their view, it seems that it should be so different if the stone is opened.

Orchids accompany this fairy stone, and there is only silence between them.

She accompanied it without saying a word.

It feels her existence, silently accumulating the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon.

However, what remains unchanged every day is to distribute the aura that was distributed to her back then into Lanhua's body.

It is the companionship of thousands of years, even if it is a flower that blooms from a stone, even if it is nourished by the aura of heaven and earth, and the essence of the Japanese yen, even if it becomes the existence of a flower elf, orchids without the method of practice cannot stop The invasion of the years.

The orchid withered, turned into petals and fell to the ground, at the feet of Xianshi.

Many years later, at the foot of Xianshi, where the orchid petals fell, a small evergreen tree grew, and continued to accompany Xianshi.

In this way, life after life, life after life, I don’t know how many lives of entanglement have passed.

The picture changed again, this time, it was not in Huaguo Mountain, but in a bustling monastery.

The dust in front of the Buddha swept and fell, and the sound of chanting stopped and came again. A monk with a bald head and a shiny shaved head sat in front of the Buddha, chanting Buddhist principles, his heart like still water.

"Master, look at my anhydrous rouge, it's finally formulated!"

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when you walk the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty." With his back to her, he recited the "Heart Sutra".

"Master, when I learn the song of neon clothes and feather clothes, I will dance for you!"

"Relic, form is emptiness, emptiness is form"

"Master, I am more familiar with the road in the temple than Xiufang!"

"Sarira is the empty form of all dharmas"

"Grandmaster."

"Ok?"

Her wedding dress was like fire, as bright as peach blossoms, "I'm going to get married."

"Crack!" The "Heart Sutra" that had been going on for several years stopped, and the Buddhist beads were scattered all over the ground.

"Amitabha!"

In the end, she failed to get married, and the war broke out, and the situation changed. As the prime minister's daughter, she was killed by the rebel army on the eve of her wedding, and her blood stained her red wedding dress like fire.

At that moment, her pale face was the same as that day after she poured blood all over her body on the immortal stone.

"Three Buddhas, according to Prajna Paramita"

When he heard the news of her death, he was still reciting the Heart Sutra.

"Amitabha." Hearing the news of her death, he whispered the Buddha's name, since he continued to recite the "Heart Sutra".

"Three Buddhas." The beads in his hand were shattered, and he picked up the rusty saber.

"Three generations of Buddhas, the poor monk is about to kill!"

Turning around, what was revealed was the appearance of a little monkey in the fairy stone.

(End of this chapter)