I overturned the car after being scumbag

Chapter 70

Ask Zen Mind.

The meaning of the existence of this quiet room, in the eyes of many people, perhaps most of the time is not for enlightenment, but for enlightenment.

If you want to achieve positive results in Buddhist practice, you will encounter obsession and obsession, and you will be trapped in meditation. If you are enlightened, you will live, and if you do not realize it, you will die.

It's just like the rumors say, there's nothing inside.

Wang Sheng sat in meditation on the only futon, surrounded by darkness, there was a ray of light fragrance slowly lingering in the darkness, although the breath was light, there was a concealment and depth that penetrated into the internal organs.

In addition to the extreme tranquility, there is still a lingering aura of the bodhisattva becoming a half-step golden immortal in this quiet room. Under the suppression of the great realm, there is even a silent urgency.

The Zen master only has a plain and simple monk's robe, and the hem of the robe hangs down on the ground.His long hair, which had been hidden under the bamboo hat for many years, fell down, and the golden threads mixed in it were faintly shining.

Extreme stillness, accompanied by extreme emptiness.The higher the threshold of tolerance to loneliness, the more violently it will collapse when the threshold is exceeded.

Over the past few days, Wang Sheng has actually been relatively peaceful, but since midnight last night, some memories that do not belong to him will flash in his mind intermittently.

He was sure he had never seen this person before, but he could clearly feel everything that vague figure could feel.He can also recognize the other person as the little fox in an instant.

These scenes are intimate and natural, as if my own perception is the redundant one.He can accurately "see" the love in the little fox's eyes, which is clear and honest, bright as a star, not even a ten thousandth of a lie.

He inevitably had fluctuations in his heart.

But this kind of perception is rooted in the Zen master's heart, and he can't break free or shake it off. He can't control himself and "looks" at the past of his sweetheart and another vague shadow, and he clings to this shadow, like a Despicable and self-defeating villain.

Wangsheng tried to withdraw his thoughts slowly, but this sense of loss of control became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of replacing his body became stronger and stronger. He could even feel the temperature and breath of the little fox buried in his arms, and he could I heard the other party say: "I don't want anything, I just want you."

For a moment, Wang Sheng almost thought that this was not some memory, some picture buried deep in his soul, but his wishful thinking of turning his back on the Buddha.

The Buddha beads in his hand stopped turning, and even the bodhi seeds, which had been warmed up all the year round, cooled down, as if a layer of frost had condensed.

Wang Sheng no longer sat in meditation, he opened his eyes, and the surroundings were still in constant darkness, as if there was no difference to this place with or without vision.

He can't feel the movement of the world, and can't feel the passage of time, allowing the silence of death to slowly eat away at himself and gradually drown him.

But he was able to conjure up Jiang Yuanhan's figure in his mind.

This is already a kind of questioning with a shifted state of mind. In Wangsheng's eyes, there should be Buddha and sentient beings. He should be merciful and compassionate, or be ruthless, but he cannot just have a wild and unruly little demon.

vixen.He thought silently, but these three words had just surfaced, but they were rejected bit by bit by the Zen master himself—this was not Jiang Yuanhan's fault, nor should the fox be blamed, but his heart should be blamed.

Everything in the world has the right to love each other, but he shouldn't.The Buddhism is pure, and the precepts are rules. He offended one by one and perished repeatedly, bringing shame to the holy realm.

Little by little, Wangsheng forced himself to cut off the illusion of love as if he was masochistic, and annihilated the figure that appeared in front of him.His mental restraint was too serious, which suddenly caused the rebound of the conflict between the Dao body and the soul, and the sudden and irresistible pain burst out from the Dao body.

The spirit, soul, Tao, and body are interlinked, from psychology to physiology.But he couldn't tell where the torment originated from. It seemed that the old wound that was shocked by Immortal Chongyi's sword soul was affected, and the sweet blood was forced into his throat.

He is the only one here, so you don't have to bear it.

Wang Sheng lowered his head, he finally changed the posture he had maintained, and pressed the palm of his hand on the cold quiet room floor, blood dripped down the corners of his lips and shattered in front of his eyes.

It's just too dark, and nothing actually changes before his eyes.

Forcible suppression will only bring about a stronger backlash.Zen Master's sanity was blurred for a moment, he closed his eyes again, and felt the touch of the little fox holding his hand like an illusion.

As if this should be the case, as if they had known each other many years ago—if there was a previous life, it should be you and me.

The more taboo it is, the more fragile it is, always forcing yourself to be indifferent and high above, but you will sink down and find it difficult to save yourself.

He couldn't feel anything else, but every clear word Jiang Yuanhan had said kept ringing in his ears.He obviously hasn't owned it yet, but he already feels that the abyss is bottomless and he has lost a lot.

Love and hate depend on each other, it is difficult to completely hide, no matter how much you cover up, it will be shattered by a look or a careless word.

The pain caused by the restraint and rebound did not simply end, but continuously stimulated the Zen master's body. His quiet and stable spirit had always been tough, but suddenly became thousand and ten thousand in the short time of a stick of incense produced by the fluctuation. riddled with sores.

The gold mixed in the black hair slowly faded away, turning into a rich black, deeply hidden between the hair strands.And the trembling pale gold on his eyelashes also faded, and the consistent sense of tranquility and stability on his body gradually dissipated.

All the symbols of Buddha's cultivation are slowly falling off and disappearing from him, like peeling off the hidden shell, prying open the clam shell containing pearls.The holiness and solemnity, the compassion and tenderness, including the pale gold Buddha seal between the eyebrows, were all swallowed up by obsessive love and desire, and were stained with the color of the abyss.

At this moment, in the silent and dark mind of Wen Chan, there was a muffled sound suddenly.

Wang Sheng's heart seemed to be clenched violently, he was awakened by the sound, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Just outside the quiet room where the sun was shining, Jiang Yuanhan pasted the talisman seals that he had made in his arms on the pillars one by one, and hung wooden plaques carved by demonic energy on the four corners of the quiet room.

It is definitely not as good as Stellaris, not as proficient as Guihe.But to win by quantity, blowing up a room shouldn’t be a problem—even if it’s a holy place for Buddhist practice and a quiet room illuminated by Buddha Dharma.

A quarter of an hour ago, senior brother Ling Chong and the resentment above the sword diffused out, and the concentration of resentment exceeded the safety line. The old monk Mingwu was indeed attracted... At the time of the incident, Jiang Yuanhan had already sneaked out of the yard up.

While hanging a small wooden sign with amulets and seals, he was muttering in his heart: "Zen Master will die if he stays inside all the time, I'm sorry, Uncle Mingwu, but I'm still here. Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda." , Amitabha, Amitabha, Bodhisattva will not blame me..."

He finished tying the small wooden sign after thinking about it, then pushed away a few steps, found the safe point when he designed the explosion, and sat on the roof.Jiang Yuanhan flicked his big tail twice, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in mid-air.

In the snap of the fingers, the magic energy burst like sparks, which was like a lead wire, causing all the patterns on the wooden signs and talisman seals to start to stimulate the lavender magic energy. When the magic energy combined with the lines of the talisman seal, the first dull It exploded with a bang.

Then, there were successive noises, the doors and windows were suddenly cracked, the Blessing Buddha's light was colored and changed by the magic energy, and its effect was broken by the impact force, and a ray of light was projected into the inside of Zen Zen Heart.

The surrounding seals were completely removed, but the room did not collapse.Like a crooked building block, a hazy light and shadow is drilled in the gap between the building blocks.

The light illuminated the ground in front of Zen Master's eyes.

People who have not seen the light for a long time will be dazzled by the sudden light.

Wang Sheng's eyes were forced a little wet by the dazzling light, and before he had time to react, a little fox that didn't feel anything wrong jumped out of the crack above his head, and the fox itself fell into his arms with a snap.

As soon as the Zen master's hand fell, he touched a ball of fluffy soft fur. He was stunned for a moment, and his movements stopped.

Jiang Yuanhan used the prototype because he was afraid that it would irritate the other party, so he used the plush to soothe the Zen master's body and mind. He raised his eyes, was stunned by the other party's black eyelashes and hair, and raised his paws to press on his chest Going up, he leaned over to look in shock, and said, "...you..."

The root of his tail was rubbed before he finished speaking.

Wang Sheng looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "You are so courageous, do you want to be converted by the seniors in the holy realm?"

The transition he was talking about was not the kind of simple scripture teachings. With Jiang Yuanhan's boldness and mischief, he might be physically converted when he encountered that kind of strict and stubborn Buddhist cultivator.

Jiang Yuanhan hadn't recovered from the change in the opponent's appearance and temperament, he said blankly: "You...you seem to be more like a demon than me."

This sentence does not refer to seductiveness, but refers to that kind of unpredictable and unpredictable withdrawn temperament.Originally, the Zen master was very solemn and gentle, and his tone and appearance hadn't changed, but when we met again, he smelled like a reserve member of a villain.

"No one is more like a demon than you." Zen master smiled, different from the annoyed and reprimanded tone before, when he said this, it was like a lover flirting gently in the ear. "...Little vixen."

Jiang Yuanhan felt that he might be more confused than Master Mingwu at the moment, he was hugged by the other party without reacting, and the fox's ears trembled in shock.

Jiang Yuanhan didn't know what this meant.Unexpectedly, this avatar was supposed to be a Buddhist cultivator, but it went offline halfway, and the villain logged in from a different place.

"Zen Master..." The little vixen was inexplicably nervous, "Are you still compassionate?"

"Why do you ask."

"I'm afraid that you will force me to become a human with a backhand, and then do something wrong." Jiang Yuanhan is extremely frank, and by the way looks very serious to admit his mistake, "I caused your mood to fluctuate before, which caused you to be imprisoned here ,It's my fault."

"It's not a burden," said the Zen master, "Uncle Master made the right choice."

Jiang Yuanhan: "...No, you look like you're about to return to vulgarity soon."

Wang Sheng looked at him and said with a smile: "Then do you still remember my common name?"

Jiang Yuanhan's heart tightened, thinking that the game was probably over, as if he was going to abduct the Bodhisattva's disciple out of the Buddhist gate, and he had to run away before the Bodhisattva found out.

At the moment when this thought flashed across, a beam of light suddenly lit up above Wen Chan Xin, who was sheltered by the blasted Buddha's light, and the golden light spread from midair to the sky.It really takes half a step of Jinxian to complete this kind of instantaneous position change.

The frost on the bodhi lotus seeds on Wang Sheng's wrist faded away, and the temperature faintly rose again, and inside the quiet room that was irradiated by a beam of light, a figure was formed by endless golden light fragments.

Plain white monk clothes, with Buddha seals on the forehead, ears and back, gentle and handsome appearance, the holy wheel of Buddha light looms behind it, and disappears into the air the next moment it appears. Shengping's sense of ease and tranquility emerges spontaneously.

This time it's really over.

Mingjing opened his eyes, and saw his only disciple and one of the incarnations of Taishi Daozu standing in front of him. The Buddha's light was gone, and the imprint was dim, but the Buddha's nature and Buddha's bones of his body were still lingering.

He glanced at Wang Sheng, and then at the little fox in the other's arms, who was trying to reduce his sense of existence. He wanted to laugh for no reason, but as a master, he held back his smile for a while.

Not too bad, at least not as bad as imagined.

The heart of cultivating Buddha is quite big.Mingjing took a few steps forward, raised his hand a little in the air, and pressed it vaguely between Wang Sheng's brows, the blackened Buddha seal in the other's brows suddenly faded and turned back to pale gold, those lonely and indifferent aura seemed to be taken away by Wang Sheng. Dispersed, disappeared immediately.

It is a pity that it is still a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

Wang Sheng was slightly drained by the emptiness, and then the natural Buddha bones all over his body were cracked and recast, making a rustling sound. Only when the Buddha seal turned back to pale gold, did he hear Master's solemn and peaceful words. sound.

"Will it still hurt?"

How can it be painless to recast the bones, how can it be painless if the Buddha's heart is shaken, and the soul is frozen?

"……meeting."

"It turns out that you can see clearly, but you can't let go." Mingjing said, "I said earlier that you can only walk this way without self and ruthlessness. You don't want to believe it."

"Master... Humans are not plants."

According to the words of Buddhism, plants and trees are sentient beings, while the Buddhist saying "All sentient beings are my sons" refers to sentient beings.Therefore, the original meaning of Wuwuwuqing is not really ruthless, but detachment.Wang Sheng asked this question, which shows that he has been deceived, has fallen into a deep predicament, and committed anger and ignorance.

"Sentient beings all have Buddha nature. With your resources, if you hadn't met him, you would have realized liberation." Mingjing said, shifting his eyes to the little fox in his arms, seeing through Jiang Yuanhan's disguise at a glance, He smiled helplessly, "It's just you, you still have to pretend to be good."

A light flashed in the Bodhisattva's eyes, and the little fox, who pretended to have nothing to do with him, passively turned into a human form.

Jiang Yuanhan was also embarrassed to ask the Zen master to hug him, but he couldn't break away from the Zen master's tight grip on his hand, so he could only put the hand holding the other party behind his back, and touched the tip of his nose pretending it didn't matter, and said embarrassingly :"I……"

The Zen master is a disciple of the Bodhisattva, he knew it early on, but he didn't expect that this half-step golden fairy would come in person just because he exploded his Zen mind.For a Buddhist cultivator of this level, no matter what, he has a lot of big things at hand.

He looks like a big devil, but he is actually a prince.Although Jiang Yuanhan has an independent personality and doesn't like others to protect and support him when he grows up, he still inevitably knows all the top figures in his own big world because of the level of his parents. Said: "...Your house, can you... ask my father to pay for...?"

Wang Sheng tightly clenched his fingers, and raised his eyes to look at him in surprise.And the bright eyes with a gentle smile on the side paused, then raised his eyes and looked around.

pat.

A piece of broken glazed tile fell from the corner.

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