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"Master, why are you silent?" A monk knelt down in front of the hall, wearing a precious-colored cassock, and asked expressionlessly with his hands clasped together.

"Disciple, you have attachments. What difference does it make if you tell the teacher or not?" The old monk sitting at the top sighed longly, but he was just being pretentious and did not answer directly.

"What's the problem? Should sentient beings be ferried, how should they be ferried, and where should they be ferried?" The monk sitting next to him should have a kind-hearted look on his face and a peaceful mind, but when he asked this question, he actually got a bit of an angry look. means.

But the person the angry Vajra was facing was actually the master who had led him into this great hall before.

"I have something to say in my Buddhist scriptures." The old monk was still prevaricating.

"I have recited this sutra thousands of times, and the believers outside the door come back and forth. The incense in this temple is getting more and more prosperous day by day. The believers have scattered all their wealth, and their faces are yellow and skinny, but they still do not forget to ask me, the Buddha, for blessings.

When I recited this scripture again and again, they became more and more obsessed with it. His faith became more pious, but his situation did not improve at all.

As the scriptures say, suffering in this life will lead to blessings in the next. But the suffering in this life is like this Buddha sacrifice, so what does the blessing in the next life have to do with me, Buddha?

The scriptures are coming out of my mouth over and over again, is this crossing?" The questioning voice became louder and louder. The golden light on the monk's body became more and more intense, and his skin was dyed with a golden color. Outsiders may not be able to understand it. , this is the method of protecting the temple, the Vajra method, which was rarely used to suppress demons and demons in the past, but today it was used with all its strength for the first time in the main hall.

"I heard what you said, and the word "disciple" is nowhere to be seen in the whole article. Do you even deny that you are a master?" The old monk's expression became more and more miserable, and he moved the rosary in his hand faster and faster, and there was an invisible wave. Waves began to radiate out.

"Master often says that when you enter my Buddhist door, all four elements will be empty.

What is empty

This thousand-acre temple is empty

It's still this six-foot-long golden body." His Highness the monk no longer knelt down, straightened up, his hands were no longer able to perform Buddhist rituals, pointed one hand at the golden statue of Buddha in the hall, and asked loudly, no longer as pious as before.

"Practice for one life requires self-cultivation. Only by practicing good deeds in this life will you be rewarded in the next life. What I, the Buddha, said is just like the boatman who sails the boat." Although the words were reasonable, the old monk's tone became more and more harsh. It takes a lot of effort to say simple words.

Although the old monk has not left this hall for many years, he can be said to be well-informed at his age.

He naturally knew that his disciple would not be moved by words today.

"He's just a boatman, hahaha! A boatman Buddha is just a guide, so what's the use of a six-foot-long golden body in this thousand-acre temple?" This question came out, and the monk's whole body was filled with golden light, and there was a faint trace of it. He stood up against the golden figure of the Buddha in the hall.

The old monk was finally moved, and the miserable expression that had not changed for decades was actually mixed with a bit of regret.

"Idiot, you have fallen into the devil's barrier." These words were categorical, and with just one sentence of the devil's barrier, all the questions the monk had asked before were easily revealed.

The monk was very angry when he saw the old monk's prevarication, but he laughed out loud instead.

"Hahahahahaha" the laughter is mixed with the majestic Buddha's power. The Buddha's power that used to be mixed in the chanting of sutras to teach believers to understand the sutras has become surprisingly powerful when mixed with this laughter.

As the laughter spread, the Great Hall was on the verge of collapse.

"It's really ridiculous. You often say: All living beings suffer.

We have walked in the world and seen all kinds of life, and everything is exactly as you said

But it's not just what you said

Strive hard in the midst of hardships, enjoy the hardships in the midst of hardships. These sentient beings are suffering, but they have never fallen into the endless hell as my Buddha said.

These living beings are not the people crossing the sea of ​​suffering in boats, but the fish living in the sea of ​​suffering.

There is bliss in this world, so why go to the other side and seek the next life?

All things in the world, there are three thousand avenues, all of which can be described in the Buddhist scriptures

The method of chanting sutras and teachings taught by Buddha is not the great way to save all sentient beings, it is just an evil method to deceive people's hearts.

Ask yourself, the believers coming and going in this temple are really coming to cross the sea of ​​suffering, and are not being deceived by this scripture."

"Idiot, I'm afraid you have misinterpreted what the Buddha said. Look back quickly, don't damage half of your life's merits." This sound seemed to be an admonition, but it was mixed with the majestic power of the Buddha, and the sound was like a big bell. When I heard it, I felt that my mind was shaken, and I briefly had the idea of ​​kneeling in front of the Buddha to repent of my mistakes.

"Master, recalling the past, when I entered this Buddhist hall, shaved my head, and received the precepts, you once said: All living beings suffer, and my Buddha's wish is to save all sentient beings.

The disciple longed for it, accepted the name of this universal dharma, and spent half his life chanting sutras and teaching the dharma.

Thinking about it today, my childhood ambitions were actually led by you, a monster monk like you." After the golden light on Monk Pudu's body glowed, the golden light shrank back to his body, as if a layer of gold paint had been applied to the surface of his skin. Although he is now furious and evil, It has been a state of mind that has been cultivated through years of chanting sutras, but this Buddha nature has entered into the bones. Although it has angry Vajra eyes now, it still has a somewhat solemn look of treasure.

Regardless of anything else, he was known as the most intelligent disciple in this thousand-year-old Buddhist temple.

Otherwise, how could a title like Pudu, which has a higher status in Buddhist scriptures, be given to him?

Now, the monk is full of righteous indignation and wants to challenge the Buddhist temple for which he has devoted half his life. He seems to be so heroic, but who can understand the confusion of wasting half his life?

This half-life self-righteous act of preaching is actually indistinguishable from what the evil spirit does to deceive people's hearts.

Unfortunately, he was still very satisfied and thought of himself as a virtuous and eminent monk.

He once had bold words that made people laugh at the ridiculous people in the world.

Thinking about it today, isn’t the most ridiculous person in the world none other than himself?

How ridiculous

This full of grief and anger turned into a brazen punch towards the golden statue of Buddha.

He wants to commit suicide.

His half-life seemed to be good but he was actually doing evil. He just wanted to ask the Buddha whether it was the fault of the Buddhist scriptures or whether he was the disciple of Nabo Xun mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures.

At this moment, he was shaking his fist at the Buddha. He had long been prepared to go to the endless hell, but he was confused and needed someone to explain his confusion. Someone needed to tell him whether his half-life was just a waste of time.

The old monk could not stop him. This old monk had only been a preacher in his whole life. He had only practiced the method of chanting sutras to confuse people's hearts, but he had not practiced the diamond method of protecting the Dharma.

Naturally, there is no way to stop Monk Pudu who transforms into King Kong.

There was a loud bang, and Monk Pudu was stunned as he looked at the fragments of the Buddha statue on the ground in front of him.

佛呢

Why didn't I die?

"laugh

Hum

Hahaha." The laughter turned from weak to wild, and the great palace was so shaken by the laughter that there were already cracks.

"It turns out there has never been a Buddha, and this bliss in the West is just an empty talk."

"Pudu, where do you want to go?" the old monk asked after being shaken away by the aftermath of the punch. Monk Pudu actually turned around and was about to leave.

"A poor monk cannot afford the word Pudu. The poor monk's Dharma name is:

幻真

The six realms are all illusory, but I am the only real one.”

He walked away, leaving behind only a piece of copper after the broken golden statue of Buddha, and an old monk who fell to the ground.