Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

Because they have been investigating and collecting evidence in various places these days, everyone did not pay much attention to the news on the Internet.

After Xu Tiancheng and the others looked at the comments on the Internet, they realized the cause and effect of the matter, "Good guys, there were strange phenomena in various places before, and now there are strange things happening in the imperial tomb. Could it be that Qin Shihuang is really going to be resurrected?"

Although this is just a joke from the outside world, Bureau 749, who has been exposed to so many strange things, is keenly aware of the difference.

Wang Xuehao showed a thoughtful expression, "I always feel like something is wrong."

Yao Ruotong also nodded, "I also think that these things are really strange, and the timing is somewhat coincidental. They all happened recently."

Everyone looked a little solemn. They had been exposed to too many weird things in the past few years, and their frequency was increasing.

Although the outside world is ridiculing it, the mission of 749 increasingly feels that there may be some big secret hidden behind the scenes, but it cannot be revealed now, but it seems to be getting closer and closer to the truth.

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Ye Qin had no idea that because Qin Shihuang settled in Shangqing Temple, various strange phenomena appeared in the imperial mausoleum, which caused an uproar on the Internet.

At this moment, he had set off from Mount Tai and headed south to the wild temple where he had met Zhi Dun.

Today's wild temples are even more desolate and dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and almost no intact place can be found.

Ye Qin looked at the surrounding environment with a somewhat nostalgic look. The simple atmosphere filled the surroundings of the wild temple, adding a bit of extraordinaryness to it.

"Nascent Soul, leaving the body."

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Years go by and time changes.

Zhi Dun in the ancient temple is already very old. What he holds in his hand is not a rosary wooden fish, but an ancient bronze sword. He is sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The back that was originally as straight as a green pine has become rickety, and the temples are gray, all traces of wind and frost. The ravines on the face show the ruthlessness of the years, but the eyes are still as bright as new.

The disciple next to him had red eyes and choked up his voice: "Master——"

Zhidu shook his head and turned the rosary beads in his hand. The expression on his face was neither sad nor joyous, "The vegetation will flourish and wither, and everything will be calm and content. Flowers will bloom and fall. The cycle of the four seasons is normal, so why should you be sad for me." "

Despite saying this, everyone's expressions showed reluctance.

Zhi Dun reluctantly stood up from the futon. Seeing this, the disciple next to him quickly stretched out his hand to help, but Zhi Dun refused, "I'm still not at the point where I can't walk anymore."

He staggered to the courtyard. The towering old trees grew a green canopy, casting a shade on the ground. The breeze blew and the leaves were whirling.

This ancient tree has quite a history. It has been here since before the temple was built. The lines on the tree rings have long been innumerable. Zhi Dun’s favorite thing is to meditate under this tree, quietly looking at the sea of ​​clouds and listening to the wind.

"Calling all the disciples together, the teacher must recite sutras and preach."

Hearing this, the disciples around him looked worried, "But Master, your body -"

Zhi Dun waved his hand and said with firm eyes: "I know my body well, so don't worry."

He sat in the middle of the ancient tree, straightening his rickety body, looking particularly energetic, and seemed to be full of vitality again. However, the disciples around him showed grief on their faces, knowing that Zhidun was a return to the past.

Perhaps this was Zhidu's last sermon while reciting sutras. Everyone cherished it especially and listened attentively, fearing that they would miss even a single sentence.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing the deep prajna paramita for a long time, sees that the five aggregates are all empty, and overcomes all hardships. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true for thinking and knowing."

However, after only speaking for a moment, Zhi Dun felt a little powerless, and a cough broke out from his throat, which made the disciple worried.

A leaf slowly fell on Zhi Dun's shoulder, and he stretched out his hand to twist it. Compared with the green leaves on the branches, this fallen leaf was darker in color, and it was obviously old.

Zhi Dun placed the leaf on the ground and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, this person is just like a fallen leaf. When the time comes, the fallen leaves fall away to make room for the new leaves. It's time for the person to leave. This is the way of reincarnation."

All the disciples looked at Zhi Dun with sadness in their eyes.

Compared to their sadness, Zhidu looked indifferent, with an open-mindedness that could see through life and death, "If there is life, there must be death, otherwise the way of heaven will be unbalanced and the four seasons will be disordered, and the world will fall into a state of disorder. Everyone has to go through this process. ."

The disciple's eyes were exposed and he said respectfully: "Master's realm is so profound that we cannot understand it."

Zhi Dun showed a look of sadness, as if he had thought of something, "How can I be considered to have a high realm? If we really talk about realm, that person is far above me. It's a pity that I may never see him again in this life."

The disciple next to him showed a curious expression, "The person that Master is talking about is the person who gave you the ancient sword many years ago."

Zhi Dun did not reveal Ye Qin's identity. If he said that the sword was given by a snake, his disciples would not believe it, so he did not say it clearly. Everyone had preconceived ideas and always thought it was a human being.

The origin of this person is a mystery, and his identity and background are also extremely mysterious. Although they heard Zhi Dun mention it, they didn't talk much about it.

Zhi Dun nodded, "The only regret I have in my life is that I can't meet this person again and talk about Buddhism and Taoism. If we can meet him again, I will die without regrets."

Although the other disciples wanted to help, they didn't know any information about this "person", let alone help Zhidun search for him.

"Master, why don't you tell us, maybe we can help you find it?"

Zhi Dun shook his head, "You can't find it."

He pondered for a moment, "Please step back and let me be quiet here."

The disciples retreated one after another. Under the towering ancient trees, only Zhi Dun and the ancient sword were left. The leaves fell rustling, just like the life that Zhi Dun was losing quickly.

Zhi Dun looked at Bai Yun Youyou. He stretched out his hand and stroked the ancient sword, as if looking for the mysterious green shadow through the sword body. The sword body was well maintained, and it showed that Zhi Dun had used it carefully.

Just as Zhi Dun was recalling the past, the sword suddenly trembled and made a clanging sound.

"Zheng!"

The ancient aura came towards him, and the bronze sword seemed to have sensed something, shaking more frequently. Finally, it broke away from his hand and galloped toward the southeast, as if it had a life of its own.

Zhi Dun opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He had never seen such a strange phenomenon in the ancient sword. In the past few decades, the ancient sword was just like an ordinary sword.

The next second, the green light flashed, and a simple Taoist temple appeared in the mid-air. It had red walls and green tiles, and smoke curled up. It seemed like it was surrounded by auspicious clouds. The purple air was ethereal and ingenious, making people feel magical.

The faint scales came into view, just like when they first met, and there had never been any change.

He finally understood why the ancient sword kept buzzing and shaking. The ancient sword had a spirit, and he sensed the return of his old friend.

Zhi Dun was filled with emotion and bowed to Ye Qin with his hands clasped together, "Long time no see, please accept my bow from the young monk."

Probably God heard his thoughts and allowed him to see Ye Qin when he was dying.

The eminent monk in the eyes of the world calls himself a little monk in front of Ye Qin.

<divclass="contentadv">Recalling the scene of the high-profile talks back then, Xuan Weifu's use was vivid in his mind. Ye Qin's words gave Zhidu a lot of inspiration, absorbing the essence of other theories and enriching his own Buddhist philosophy.

If it weren't for Ye Qin, Zhi Dun would not be where he is today, let alone produce famous theories and opinions such as "Ji Se You Xuan Lun" and become a eminent monk respected by everyone.

"I was deeply inspired by Your Excellency at that time, which made the young monk understand the true meaning of Mahayana Buddhism. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see Your Excellency again after not seeing each other for several years."

Ye Qin looked at Zhidun carefully, "Master, do you know what I am doing today?"

Zhi Dun shook his head, "I don't know, little monk."

Compared with the immortality pursued by Taoism, Buddhism does not pay attention to these things. It is not so much death as death.

The death of the Buddha was the transformation of the realm of confusion into the realm of enlightenment. Since he had perfected all virtues and eliminated all evils, he was called Nirvana. Later generations turned to call the death of monks. This is the ultimate goal of the ideal of Buddhist practice. It is said that some After the death of the eminent monk, there will be relics produced.

This shows that they are not pursuing the physical body, but pursuing a higher level of spiritual realm. Ye Qin is not sure whether Zhi Dun is willing to enjoy this alternative kind of immortality.

"Master's Dharma is exquisite and mysterious. It combines Buddhism and Taoism with each other. I wonder how Buddhism will develop in future generations?"

Zhi Dun's eyes were slightly stunned, and it took him a moment to understand the meaning of Ye Qin's words, and his breathing became slightly short.

There was no memory of Zhidun here. He was already prepared to face death calmly. In Mahayana Buddhism, death does not mean the end.

But Ye Qin's words opened up another way of thinking for him. What if he could see a new and vast world?

"The young monk's greatest wish is to learn the supreme Buddha Dharma so that people in the world can escape from the sea of ​​suffering. It would be a great good if he could have a glimpse of the development of Buddhism in later generations and enrich himself."

"I am willing to follow you!"

The auspicious clouds surged, the mist billowed, and the Taoist temple in mid-air exuded a gleaming light. Even the surrounding clouds were stained with a faint golden color, extending downward towards Zhidun. It was as if the heaven was moved by his words and descended to the sky. ladder.

Zhi Dun bowed devoutly, and the hazy white mist enveloped his body. He felt his body was light, and his whole body seemed to be floating. Looking back, he saw a person with the same face as him under the big tree, motionless.

Shangqing watched the smoke curling up and entered the main hall, but saw another monk behind Zuo Ci. He was sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together. Although his eyes were closed, the expression on his face was one of compassion, and there was a faint golden light flowing. , looks majestic and extremely eye-catching.

The disciples in the temple didn't know what was going on in the courtyard, so they waited until they went out to take a look.

The breeze was blowing, the white clouds were lingering, and under the towering ancient trees, Zhi Dun's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep. At this time, a faint shadow soared out of his body and disappeared into the air.

Everyone's eyes followed, and then they discovered that there was a simple Taoist temple in the mid-air. This Taoist temple was ancient in appearance, standing in the clouds, like a nine-day fairy temple, giving it an ethereal and mysterious feeling.

At this moment, as the shadow of Zhiduu got higher and higher, the Sanskrit chants of the Buddha were heard. In the flash of golden light, a big Buddha appeared behind the Taoist temple, standing tall and tall, as if the Buddha himself was visiting.

"Amitabha!"

Following the sound of the Buddha's voice, the giant Buddha clasped his hands together, then spread them out, and personally dragged the shadow of Zhitu into the Taoist temple.

The disciples opened their mouths wide and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They thought they were hallucinating and couldn't help but rub their eyes, "What's the reason for this?"

Let's not talk about why a shadow suddenly appeared in Zhi Dun's body just now, and what is happening with the Taoist temple in mid-air.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, there was a clear and crisp sound of cranes in the air, like the sound of jade rocks stirring in the mountains, which made people's hearts tremble and brought back the thoughts of the disciples.

I saw several white cranes hovering in the sky, carrying countless purple qi in their mouths, surrounding the Taoist temple. Under the sunlight, each feather exuded a gleaming light. They kept chirping, and the beast's pupils shone with light of reluctance.

Surrounded by cranes and majestic purple energy, all the disciples couldn't come back to their senses for a moment when they saw this scene.

"Why are there so many white cranes?"

"Bai He looks familiar."

"Aren't they the ones that Master once raised and then released!"

"I still remember that one of the feet was injured and there were scars on it, and one of the wings was broken, so it was a little unbalanced when flying."

Everyone observed carefully, and all of these features matched the white cranes above their heads, which were exactly the ones that Zhi Dun had raised before.

The disciples didn't know why. The crane that was suddenly released suddenly came back and stayed in the sky for a long time.

Everyone hurriedly went to see Zhi Dun's condition. He was no longer breathing, but he looked calm and even had a slight smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was peaceful when he left.

"Master has passed away!"

All the disciples showed sad expressions and burst out with suppressed cries. The white cranes also followed them with a few mournful cries and then headed towards the west.

The Taoist temple in mid-air gradually disappeared like an ink painting, as if a pair of invisible hands wiped away the traces of its existence, but it returned to calm within a moment.

But everyone couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Some disciples couldn't help but murmur to themselves, "Is the white shadow we just saw the master's soul? Are those white cranes here to fetch the master?"

Everyone saw with their own eyes that the white shadow flew out of Zhi Dun's body. This phenomenon could not be explained by common sense at all, and there were also these white cranes that suddenly flew back and wandered in mid-air.

"That must be the case. The master's teachings are profound. He discovered the Mahayana Buddhism before he died, so he was led away by the Buddha."

"Master has told us before that the four seasons reincarnate, the laws of nature are constant, and life and death are inherently interconnected."

"Master is indeed an eminent monk. For him, death means breaking away from the shackles of the body, which is another kind of liberation."

"Master has become a Buddha immediately."

This statement is highly praised by the majority of disciples, and it also slightly dilutes the sadness of Zhi Dun's death.

The various miraculous things that happened before Zhidun passed away were also spread to the outside world, but others were skeptical because they had not witnessed such miraculous things with their own eyes.

"What about the immortal way in the void, and the white crane that came to fetch it, I think it is just a fact fabricated by the disciples of Zhidun in order to gain fame and reputation."

"Shouldn't it be right for a real eminent monk to pass away leaving his relics behind?"

"That's wrong. Master Zhidun's Dharma is profound and cannot be explained by common sense. We should always be in awe."

Some people believed what these disciples said and believed that Zhi Dun attained enlightenment before his death, which was why such a vision occurred, and a fierce dispute even broke out between the two sides.

There are different opinions, and no one knows whether it is true or false, leaving endless mysteries and legends to future generations.

The melodious bells and scriptures intertwined, and the long river of time once again set off ripples. No one noticed that the green figure slowly disappeared into it, shuttling between reality and the past.