Museum of Demons

"Injury?"

Yuanjue opened his eyes and saw the old man behind the back of the young Sakyamuni.

With unrivaled, the most powerful sword energy in the world.

The eyes left golden red blood.

Full of filth.

That pair of pupils was almost completely destroyed.

It was as if it had been pierced by the extremely powerful Ottomu power, and it was completely shattered.

Yuanjue stepped forward, her eyes were lowered, her eyes were deep, and her brows seemed to bloom with a three-dimensional clear Buddha light. She saw the old man's filthy aura, which contained endless murderous intentions and **** evil.

Ka still couldn't understand what was in the teacher's eyes.

The enlightened person in the true sense put his hands together and said, "Teacher." "You said that Buddhism is fighting for salvation, and if a disciple picks him up, it is a fate." "Although he is seriously injured, there are still traces left.

A trace of vitality is a share. "

"Having an image and having a share is the Dharma, and it should be saved by us."

The tall monk erected his chest with one hand, and called out a Buddha's name, saying: Are you free?

Amitabha, indeed.

He took a half step forward.

The majestic and terrifying qi burst out, and the right hand held the Buddhist Zen staff. , the foot changes, with the Buddha's step by step Bodhi's footwork

Avoiding, he said in a hurry:

"Teacher, why!

"This person is covered in blood debt and cannot be saved."

The monk replied slowly.

The moves in his hands became heavier and more terrifying, just like the Buddha's nature did not move to separate rooms, the young man pushed back step by step, even though he was almost injured several times, he refused to throw the old man down, believing in others.

The Zen stick smashed horizontally, and the boy stopped it with his arms, saying, "Teacher."

"All beings are equal!"

The monk lowered his eyes and said calmly, "The lives of all living beings are not the same."

"Some people can't be saved."

"Just save me."

"That's **** hands."

The Zen stick in his hand was pressed down, and the young Shakyamuni was pressed to the ground, half kneeling on the ground.

Purdue!

Yuanjue replied, "The poor monk has only attended two meditations twice in his life.

Those who can be saved use their feet as a boat to help them cross the sea of ​​misery.

"As a murderer, use the Zen staff as a boat, and help him transcend the world!

The Buddha's light suddenly appeared, the monk's eyes were calm and peaceful, and there was no more confusion on his face.

Thick, only Buddhism was peaceful and peaceful, and said indifferently: "For this case, the poor monk should send him to see the Buddha." The young Sakyamuni was bleeding from his shoulders, his hands clasped together, his eyes clear and peaceful, and said:

"Then he has seen me, so I have to save him."

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One teacher and one apprentice, but with the same stubborn disposition, they looked at each other.

Suddenly, there was a burst of voices shouting from the sky in the distance, and the old man Hudi appeared among them, one on the side, holding Yuanjue's Zen stick with one hand, and holding the young Shakyamuni with the other.

On the top of his head, he said, "Calm down, why are you two little fellows fighting again?"

"Shakyamuni, don't make your teacher angry anymore."

"Yuanjue, don't be so bad-tempered."

"Come here, put it down, put it down, what can't you say? You have to use a knife and a gun..." The old man of Emperor Hu sighed and said, "After another set time, this little Sakyamuni will have to

Going back to his era, can't you live in peace?

Yuanjue and Shakyamuni were a little sad at the same time.

Shakyamuni came here several decades ago.

When the bodhi leaf on the boy's waist turned into a withered diamond, he would return

go.

Back to that era.

He calmed down two iron-headed bald heads, one big and one small.

Then seeing the embarrassed and dying old man over there, Yuanjue was silent for a long time and said, "Since you insist on teaching him, then you should focus on the Dharma. Don't blame the poor monk."

Shi Ru put his hands together and smiled. Knead your shoulders and knock your back.

Served very arrogantly.

The handsome and beautiful face was full of bright and cheerful smiles.

It seems that he can teach the next person, which really makes him very satisfied.

"Master, Master, is really nice."

In the end, it was decided that the two sides would take a step back and keep the old man by their side to see if he could be saved.

On the spot, he sang a mantra of rebirth, and even the true spirit of the soul was praised.

The young Sakyamuni earnestly helped to clean and heal the wound.

Although Yuanjue frowned, she still helped in the end.

It was just a little rude to help, so he stretched out his hand and pressed the old man's wound.

After the experience of walking in the great wilderness, the more and more pure and powerful Buddha light circulated endlessly, forcibly orthopedic healing, but it also made the old man frown in pain, and even in a heavy coma, he still let out a low scream.

The young Shakyamuni scrubbed the old man's wounds, but saw that although his hair and beard were white.

But I don't know why, there seems to be an invisible force at this moment, which makes the old man change his life and death, and it seems that he is about to transform into a tall man.

Years later, the blood stains on his face have not disappeared.

When the young Sakyamuni helped heal his wounds, he seemed to wake up and was in great pain. Grabbing Shakyamuni's wrist,

Grabbed the traces of bruises, bleeding blood, roaring in the air, madly: "All things are hidden, all things are buried! Earth, big..." The young man said

Jia was about to speak, and was about to be comforted, when Yuanjue held the Zen stick upside down, and directly stuck it on his forehead.

Then the guy who was taught fell silently and fell to the ground.

Yuan Jue sat down without changing his face.

"it works."

Physical Transcendence.

Physical tranquilizers.

The corners of Sakyamuni's mouth twitched, and then he wiped the scar on the man's face, but looking at Ruo's dark eyes, he scratched his head, and looked at the thin old man over there and ran over to the old man with a shy face.

He tapped on the shoulder: "Grandpa suddenly, are you the most tired and I'll rub it for you?"

"Not tired, not tired."

"Then, are you thirsty? I'm here to pick some fruits for you."

"Okay, okay, you little slicker."

The old man was helpless and said, "Tell me, what do you need the old man to help with?" "Oh, he is the most reliable grandfather in the world!"

The thin old man was amused by the young man and laughed, and said, "You really know how to name names."

The young Shakyamuni danced and said, "Of course, I can name myself many, many names, it's Shakyamuni, it's Siddhartha Gautama, and it's the Tathagata who is swift and full of ten thousand actions!"

"It's the Tathagata of the Sea of ​​All Buddhas in Namo!"

"Nan Wu has all kinds of samadhi to eliminate doubts, and the master of the heart is not moving!" Suddenly the old man laughed and said: "It is also that Nan Wu is the best at slapping horses and small slick heads.

It is the Tathagata who can make your master angry the most!

Yuanjue, who was meditating, snorted.

Suddenly, the old man just walked over with a big laugh, opened the man's eyes, looked at the two black Kumo, and said, "It's just a pair of eyes, the old man is really good at this kind of thing, ah.

This…"

The old man suddenly hesitated, and suddenly recalled the tragic situation he had caused by practicing falsehood before.

That belly got fat as if it was blowing.

These tens of thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years will not go down.

However, it should be all right now, right?

This kid doesn't seem to be too troublesome...

Besides, I have exhausted all the backlash left over from the past, and now I can be said to be light-hearted and refreshed, with only two eyes.

Suddenly, the old man burst into laughter, patted Yuanjue's shoulder, and patted Shakya's shoulder again.

"Take your magic eye that can break through the sins of all things and transcend life!"

"Take the eyes of the Buddha that treat all beings with mercy, and are delighted when you see them!"

The old man raised his hands and took small steps like he was holding something. He just put it down, and he stood up in a complacent manner. Before he could speak, he saw the realization of Enlightenment, and even Shakyamuni was stunned.

Suddenly, the old man was stunned: "What happened to you?"

Duang!

The flesh on his body suddenly fell down suddenly.

It's like I'm getting fat again..."

Duang!

"Same"

Hu Di was silent.

Yuan Jue was silent.

The young Shakyamuni's face was dull.

Emperor Hu touched his belly, it was round, plump and soft, he was silent for a while, and then touched his chin again, very

Resilient, the old man twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally took out a small mirror. From the mirror, he saw that he had changed and understood the original cause and effect.

The old man's eyes were straight, and he looked at the sweet-mouthed young man over there.

He looked at Yuan Jue, who was holding a Zen staff.

He looked at the unconscious man over there.

The corners of his mouth trembled: "You, the three of you, all have great cause and effect.

number? !

The old man shook his head, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and burst into tears, "Wow, ah, ah, I'm so stupid, really!

"I only knew that the fox cub couldn't be touched, but the old man really didn't think that he couldn't even touch the guy next to him, humming humming, this is fat again, and fat again, you three, you

"Three wow ah ah ah ah..."

Yuanjue rubbed between his brows and sighed, "Find a place first and see if your body is injured."

He bumped and helped Emperor Hu, who had suddenly become fat again, and found a safe place to check on the old man's situation, while the young man carried the old man's life-and-death reversal machine on his back to a middle-aged man.

The wounded found a dilapidated house.

With a gentle and light smile, the young Sakyamuni said, "Teacher, please accept him as your disciple? In this way, we can have one more person in our practice journey, and it will be much more interesting.

of. "

After I leave, there will also be a younger brother to accompany you.

The monk looked down at him, and said plainly: "If you save him, then save him to the end." "Don't let him go after you are satisfied with your desire to save others."

"Sakyamuni, to save people is to be contaminated with cause and effect. It's not that simple. You have to bear the weight of your life. If you want, you can accept him as a disciple."

The young Shakya Zheng lived.

But Yuanjue also ignored him and turned around to help Emperor Hu to restore the situation.

The seriously injured man slept for a long time, and suddenly, in the dark of night, when the wind and the moon were raging, he was caught.

He woke up from the sound of wind and thunder outside the door, his face full of panic, but he didn't know if he was right or what happened in the past. He just saw a young man in front of him carrying water for him with a smile.

"Are you awake?

"How do you feel?"

"I, I am quasi-"

"who are you?!"

Pain appeared on the man's face, the true spirit between the eyebrows was pierced by a sword, the fruit of the Tao was deprived, life and death were reversed, and the memory collapsed and turned into a powder-like state. Sakyamuni was surprised and said, "You don't remember your name.

? I taught you, and I can give you a name if you want. "

"You can use it for now."

Sensing the boy's kindness, the man nodded.

Shakyamuni put his hands together, thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "When you just fell into a coma, you kept shouting, "Everything is hidden, everything is buried in the earth, etc. Why don't I

Take a name? "

"Buried, the burial of the burial is too cruel."

The young man frowned in thought.

The man had a splitting headache, his brows seemed to have Buddha light flowing, the wind and rain outside were wrinkled, and the room was dark. The believer turned his back, UU reading www.uukanshu.com sticking to the burning lamp.

In the dark room of the dry year, a light is bright!

Next to him, a short and fat old man sat on a rock, smiling helplessly, but he didn't care much.

The tall monk turned his back to all the lights.

The fat old man with an open chest and a smile sat on the left, and the young man was on the right. Then the young man in front clapped his hands and laughed:

"Yes!"

"Everything is buried in the earth, and you should have been buried in the earth."

"But burying sentient beings is too cruel and too sad. It's good to hide, it feels very gentle." The boy Shiru folded his hands together and smiled: "Everything is hidden in the earth, and when the spring comes,

Can turn death into life. "

"Your name."

"Ksitigarbha!"

"It's my eldest disciple."

Kara Kara, Yuan Jue slammed down her palm, her pupils contracted, and the lamp oil fell on her hand.

Jizo...? !

Shakyamuni scratched his head and said, "Oh, sorry, I can't say this yet."

"But I am willing to accept you as a disciple, you can think about it."

The young man smiled warmly.

"Ksitigarbha."

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