Chapter Thirteen Leshan Giant Buddha, Sixth Patriarch Huineng(1/2)
"This...this..."
Chu Liuxian stood in the void with the power of Ji Daozi, and opened his eyes wide and looked forward.
"This is the Buddhist Sect Mountain Gate, Leiyin Temple?!"
Even though his eyes were at their greatest gain, he still could not completely take the scene in front of him into his eyes. At this moment, what stood tall in front of them was a huge Buddha statue that Chu Liuxian had never seen before.
How big is this Buddha statue?
There are mountains around. Even if the mountain is surrounded by cloudy mountains, if you stand on the top of the Buddha statue, it will be the size of a small earth bun.
The mountains are the best, and half of the body is overwhelming.
Standing in front of the Buddha statue and looking up desperately, I could only barely see that the Buddha's head was revealed from the clouds, emitting a brilliant golden light.
"This is the Leshan Giant Buddha."
Ji Daozi snorted and said, "It is said that the ancient Buddhists thought that the body of the Buddha was transformed after his death. In order to establish the Buddha's kingdom and promote the Dharma, he gave up his body and would rather re-enter the samsara than establish the foundation of the Buddhist world."
"Here~"
He reached out and pointed to the clouds, saying, "That is the light of the Buddha on the golden top. It is said that the Buddha's light will not be extinguished, the Buddha will not fall, and the Buddha will last forever!"
Ji Daozi said maliciously: "I want to see when the light of this golden top Buddha will be extinguished, and when this annoying Buddha will fall down."
Chu Liuxian was speechless. This master said nothing.
At the same time, he couldn't help but raise his head and look in the direction pointed by Ji Daozi.
But I saw that behind the huge Buddha's head, a golden light was blooming, and countless Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats could be seen vaguely, listening to the Tao in the golden light, reappearing the grand occasion of the Pure Land of Buddhism ten thousand years ago.
"It's so great!"
Chu Liuxian sighed in his heart, "Is this the power of a Buddha-level powerful man?"
"No wonder even when the immortal path was prosperous, Buddhism could compete with the immortals for a day. It was indeed a great way to heaven, with unpredictable mystery."
He felt so moved, a large part of the reason was that he finally found the location of the Buddhist sect mountain gate, Leiyin Temple.
There is a magnificent temple on the palm of Leshan Giant Buddha. At the same time, standing in Chu Liuxian and Ji Daozi's current position, you can hear countless monks chanting Buddhist scriptures, which makes people feel at ease.
"The Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm!"
"The giant palm of this Leshan Buddha is solidified on the Buddha's Kingdom on his palm!"
Chu Liuxian concentrated on the big Buddha's palm. He wanted to see clearly the appearance of Leiyin Temple, but he never thought that the more he focused his attention, he found that Leiyin Temple was farther away from him.
Between the two, there are thousands of miles of fertile land, dozens of small countries and billions of people, all of whom are Buddhist believers.
When Chu Liuxian saw this scene, he was amazed by the great Buddhist powers, and also understood the principle that the Leshan Buddha in Ji Daozi's mouth would not fall and that Buddhism would last forever.
The Buddha will last forever, and the Buddha's kingdom will last forever, and countless believers and Buddhists are basically there.
With these seeds in it, Buddhism can naturally survive the great disasters again and again, and spread the Dharma and prosper in the world.
"Did you see that dilapidated temple?"
Ji Daozi's voice came into his ears, and Chu Liuxian couldn't laugh or cry, without such a clear distinction between love and hate, and disregarding reality.
"That is the Little Leiyin Temple, which is the projection of the Da Leiyin Temple in the present world, and is the place where the Buddhist sect mountain gate is located."
Chu Liuxian didn't need to ask where the true body of the Great Leiyin Temple, which had fallen from the Pure Land and was restored to the Buddhist predecessors, was found to be in the blessing of the Buddha's sect's cave and heaven like the Qingxutian.
The Taoist sect calls it the Cave Heaven and Blessings, and the Buddhism sect calls it the Ancestral Court. After all, it is a type of thing - a special area, which is confined to the power of the sect and the foundation of the sect.
Ji Daozi and Chu Liuxian stood outside the gate of the Buddhist sect, leisurely and contented.
They were not in a hurry at all, and stood here without any concealment as a Ji Daozi. If the Buddha Sect did not open the mountain gate to greet him, it would be a big deal.
Chu Liuxian secretly complained that with the temperament of the sage, he could beat him up.
The Buddha Sect obviously cherishes their mountain gates quite well. Before Chu Liuxian could finish his thoughts, flowers fell from the sky, countless golden lotus gushed out of the void, paving a road and leading directly to Xiao Leiyin Temple.
In the void, there are also Buddhist monks singing the sound of Buddha. I don’t know how many monks appeared in the Buddha’s kingdom on their palms and welcomed them with Buddha’s rituals.
"On this Buddha's birthday, a great event in Buddhism. The great Taoist fellow Taoist is here. It is the Buddha's compassion and adds this glory to our monks."
"I Huineng leads 800 monks to welcome the great Taoist fellow Taoist."
A gentle, old voice came from the Little Leiyin Temple. When the sound came into my ears, Chu Liuxian almost immediately restored the form of a kind-hearted and beautiful old monk in his mind.
"Don't play with those fake ones."
Ji Daozi waved his hand impatiently, saying that he would reject a large set of greetings from behind, and took Chu Liuxian to step onto the Golden Lotus Avenue.
The golden lotus rolled and the flowers bloomed, and the scenery around them kept retreating. Chu Liuxian and Ji Daozi fell into the palm of the Leshan Buddha.
As soon as he entered the Buddha's kingdom on his palm, Chu Liuxian discovered that what he saw outside was just a glimpse of the leopard. The space contained in the giant Buddha's huge palm was simply unimaginable.
The golden lotus was rolling very fast. He could not see the surrounding scenery at all. He could only barely tell the Buddha's country was retreating under his feet, and palm leaf trees were planted all over the Buddha's soil.
"Wait, Buddha's birthday? Huineng?"
Chu Liuxian came back to his senses and captured the message from the words of the old monk who claimed to be Huineng.
Ji Daozi stood proudly, his eyes were not squinting, and his lips were trembling, and he could not see the sound coming: "What a shit Buddha's birthday? The Buddha Sect has 365 days a year. He can make you 366 Buddha's birthdays, plus the Bodhisattva's birth and Arhat sacrifice. Do you believe it or not for ten years without any repetition?"
Chu Liuxian was stunned and thought it was true.
From the time of ancient times, the Great Sun Tathagata preached the great vows to burn the lamp and drinking lights, to the present day, the Buddha has not known how many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats have been born, and where can I remember it?
As for Huineng, Chu Liuxian mentioned it specifically because of the "Fellow Daozi" he called Ji Daozi.
Can you call me a fellow Taoist, Huineng is probably not an ordinary monk?
Ji Daozi mentioned the old monk Huineng in the next sentence. This time he looked very seriously: "Little kid, look carefully later. He is the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, a great figure in the Buddhist sect."
"I'm afraid that he came out of the Zen ancestral temple because he noticed the arrival of the original real person."
"Sixth Patriarch?" Chu Liuxian was very curious about this statement.
Ji Daozi tsk: "Three thousand years ago, a shocking figure appeared in Buddhism, which was the future Buddha Maitreya.
Maitreya is not only the root of the Buddha in the future, but also has gone through the cycle of reincarnation for hundreds of generations, has seen through the world and realized the great way, created the Zen lineage of Buddhism in the present world, and has become the mainstream of Buddhism today.
Over the past three thousand years, many talents from the Zen lineage have emerged, and six Bodhisattvas who are equivalent to the realm of Yangshen are named the Sixth Patriarch."
"Huineng achieved enlightenment five hundred years ago!"
Ji Daozi looked quite envious. I don’t know if it was for the sake of the Buddhist sect to have a shocking figure like Maitreya, or for the sake of the Buddha’s school, the horror of a Bodhisattva every five hundred years after the Buddha opened a Zen sect.
"Sixth Patriarch Huineng!"
Chu Liuxian silently recited it several times in his heart, firmly remembering the second Yang God-level powerful man he was about to see.
As he spoke, the heavenly girl scattered flowers, golden lotus gushed from the ground, and the strange phenomena of monks reciting scriptures dissipated, and a solemn Buddhist temple appeared in front of Chu Liuxian and Ji Daozi.
Ji Daozi was honest and unceremonious. He kicked open the door and walked in with Chu Liuxian carelessly.
As soon as he entered it, Ji Daozi began to scream: "Why did you see this real person in this Arhat Hall again? There are thousands of buildings in the Little Leiyin Temple, so can't you choose other halls?"
Even when he arrived at the territory of the Buddha Sect, he was facing the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, and Ji Daozi still didn't keep his mouth shut. Chu Liuxian heard it, and the words "Guangsha Wanjian" were clearly sarcastic.
On both sides of them, there were 108 statues of Arhats in the left and right, all of which were lifelike, with different expressions and different behaviors.
Or subdue dragons, subdue tigers, or sleep...
On each Arhat statue, there is a strong or weak Buddha light floating, just like a monk sitting in the barrier of life and death, and he may recover his magic at any time and jump off the platform.
Directly opposite Chu Liuxian and Ji Daozi, an old monk who was as kind as he imagined fell on a cushion, twisted the Bodhi seed in his hand, and chanted the scriptures in his low voice.
The old monk's ears fell to his shoulders, his expression was peaceful and compassionate, and his mouth was heard in his ears:
"Namo Amitobaye, Dotagadoye..."
"Namo Heladana, Doraye, Namo Aya, Polujie Emperor, Shuobola..."
“Mantra of rebirth?!”
“Great Compassion Mantra?!”
Chu Liuxian listened for a moment and then judged why the Buddhist scriptures chanted by the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was. He couldn't help but glance at the body of Zen Master Huiguo who had been held in his hand by Ji Daozi and put it on the ground after entering the hall.
After a while, Huineng stopped his hand and listened to the scriptures, raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Ji Daozi and Chu Liuxian for the first time.
"Fellow Daozi, we haven't seen it for hundreds of years. My fellow Taoist style is still the same. I am very pleased."
"This is the donor Chu, right? Sure enough, the young talent is well-deserved."
It would be fine if Ji Daozi waved his hand and curled his lips, and his expression seemed to be saying: Don’t come to these false ones.
Chu Liuxian was shocked when he performed the ceremony.
This old monk is a Buddhist master at the level of Yangshen Zhenren. How could he recognize his identity at a glance? Why?
However, this is obviously not a question that can be asked, and Chu Liuxian could only temporarily bury the question in his heart.
After the greetings, Huineng stood up from the cushion, looked at the body of Zen Master Huiguo with a little compassion, and sighed: "Today's morning class, the wind in the Buddhist temple was blowing out a long-lasting lamp in front of the Buddha.
I knew that a monk had passed away, so I recited the "Mantra of Rebirth" and "Mantra of Great Compassion" for one day, thinking that he could be saved.
But I didn’t expect that Junior Brother Huiguo passed away…”
"Junior brother?"
To be continued...