After hearing Wei Yuan's answer, Yuanjue showed regret on his face. It was rare that he could find someone to ask, but he still got nothing. However, he quickly restrained his emotions and did not let regrets or distractions remain in his heart. His mind was still as clear as a mirror.
Wei Yuan looked normal.
This was not a matter of strength. He didn't want to fight with the monk in front of him.
Winning would cause endless trouble.
If he made a mistake, he would be caught and become a monk.
Whether he won or lost, it was a losing business. It was better to have less trouble than more.
Wei Yuan naturally changed the subject and said, "Since you are going to track down the Buddha's enemy, I don't know which temple you are practicing in, Yuanjue, and which Buddha you are worshipping?"
Yuanjue put his hands together and replied, "Practicing between heaven and earth, taking the various forms of the human world as a temple."
"My lineage only practices Zen, not worshiping Buddha."
"Don't worship Buddha?"
Wei Yuan paused, and the two of them looked away along the street, seeing that the restaurant opposite enshrined Guanyin Bodhisattva, and some people wore jade Buddhas to protect themselves. Yuanjue's eyes were quiet. Although he was tall, he had a sense of quietness. The monk retracted his gaze and said, "Yes, I don't worship Buddha."
"Or, don't worship the Buddha that the world believes in."
Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning the monk to continue.
Yuanjue picked up a fallen leaf and said, "Most people in the world think that Buddha is an omniscient and omnipotent god. They pray to Buddha for everything they encounter and complain to him, hoping to be blessed and overcome difficulties. But where is the omniscient and omnipotent Buddha?"
He sighed, "Shakyamuni himself was just a mortal who experienced the pain of the world. He could not save his loved ones, his country and nation, and finally experienced all kinds of sadness and despair, and then transcended enlightenment."
"He couldn't even save himself, how could he save other people in the world?"
"He just left his thoughts and knowledge, hoping to point out a direction, but it is just a way for future generations to learn Buddhism. People packaged this knowledge, pasted gold foil on the stone, and worshipped it high. Buddha believed that there was no god in the world, but his disciples created non-existent gods to oppress their heads. "
"People worship him and say that he is Tathagata Buddha, with great supernatural powers, but they don't even know what Tathagata means. Tathagata, there is no origin, no destination, it seems to be coming, but it seems to have already left, it is impossible to chase, but it will never abandon your state, it is Tathagata, it is Buddha. "
"But what is this?"
"He seems to be coming, and it seems to have just left. But he doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he is going. What is this thing, and where is it?"
The monk looked at Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and replied, "It is the heart."
Yuanjue smiled, chanted Amitabha, and said, "Yes, it is the heart. Tathagata is in the heart, and the heart is the sacred mountain."
"Buddha is not a specific person, let alone a god. Buddha Tathagata is a state of mind. In fact, it can also be called Tathagata, but that is too cruel, too cruel, so the enlightened one calls this state Tathagata."
"It means, you see, although this state is very far away and unattainable, it seems to be coming. You go forward, don't be afraid, take your time, and you will definitely reach the state called Buddha."
"This is The wishes and kindness of the enlightened to the unenlightened. "
"But it is disguised as the unpredictable and unattainable of gods."
Wei Yuan pondered, as if thinking about something, and asked casually:
"Since it is the realm of Tathagata, can it really be reached?"
The monk replied: "When you don't think about when to arrive, he has already come; when you realize that you are chasing Tathagata, he has gone, coming from nowhere and going nowhere, for Tathagata."
"It's a cunning answer."
Wei Yuan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and then said: "Then what do you call the enemy of Buddha?"
At this moment, he has confirmed that the monk does not seem to regard himself and Wuzhiqi as enemies of Buddha.
Yuanjue put his hands together and said solemnly: "They are those who pretend to be gods, take the name of Buddha, come to this world to cheat people. I have learned that the Nanhai Guanyin Temple said that there are so-called "demon-conquering and pure arhats" and other Buddha gods who have descended to the world. This is the enemy of Buddha. I am going to capture and convert it."
Wei Yuan's thoughts stagnated for a moment, and he couldn't help but say:
"...You want to convert Buddha and Bodhisattva?"
Yuanjue said frankly:
"Buddha is a realm, and Bodhisattva is also a realm. The realm cannot be grasped, nor can it be converted. The only ones who can be grasped are the enemies of Buddha who use the name of the realm to confuse the people. They worship the Buddha, but they don't know that Sakyamuni has been dead for a long time. The one with carved patterns and decorated with gold powder is definitely not a Buddha!"
"Sakyamuni once said, if you see me with color and seek me with sound, it is a person who does evil. The meaning of this sentence is not to emphasize the profoundness of Buddhism, but a serious warning. Sakyamuni has died, but if the Buddhist disciples of later generations can still see him, they still have to ask him for help. "
"That means that his Dharma was eventually used by people, and even he himself was distorted and shaped into a worshiped god. This has become an evil way. If you are obsessed with "seeking Buddha", you will never be able to set foot in the realm of "Tathagata". "
"With Sakyamuni's character, this sentence is already very, very serious."
"But the disciples of later generations still ignored this sentence."
At this time, someone happened to walk through the street holding a Buddha statue, with a sincere and pious look on his face. Yuanjue couldn't help but put his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, sighed and murmured: "... Buddha said to let go of attachment, but worshiping The hearts of all Buddhists are full of attachments. The more pious they are, the more attachments they have. "
"Buddha said that we should not be greedy. How many people who worship Buddha do so for their own material desires?"
"Shakya said in the tone of a demon that if you really want to destroy his Dharma, you must let the demon son wear monk robes and let the demon grandson live in the temple. That is the end of the Dharma. When saying this, Shakyamuni could not help crying. "
"What he passed down is the truth of the Dharma, the sudden enlightenment of the world and life, not other things."
"When you abandon these truly precious things and turn to worship Buddha statues, wear cassocks, say that the Buddha is omnipotent, declare that burning incense can eliminate sins, and monks who have practiced Buddhism for several years can recite scriptures to gain immeasurable merits, and the demons are dancing wildly, that is the end of the Dharma..."
"Worship Buddha but do not learn the truth of Buddhism, but worship the appearance of Buddha."
"The Buddha statue is originally made of stone, but it has been worshipped for thousands of years, accumulated, and contaminated with distracting thoughts and even resentment. There will be no gods in the Buddha statue at all."
"That is just the desire of sentient beings! It is the trouble of sentient beings! It is the evil thoughts of sentient beings!"
Yuanjue opened his eyes, and his previously peaceful and calm temperament with downcast eyes faintly emerged with fierceness and determination, and said:
"This time, I went down the mountain to kill these enemies of Buddha."
"Convert them into monks, eliminate their troubles, cut off their desires, and return to purity."
"Amitabha..."
The last few words of the monk were frank and upright, which made Wei Yuan couldn't help but sigh. He immediately thought of what Yuanjue said, the news from the Guanyin Temple in the South China Sea, that in that Buddhist holy land, there are beings such as the Arhat who subdues demons and reborn to go out to subdue demons.
Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, thinking of his true spirit that should have been on the jade dragon pendant.
Was his true spirit the one that was refined by Sangha during the Tang Dynasty and became the so-called Buddha Vajra?
In other words, will there be his true spirit in one of his previous lives in the foundation used by Nanhai Guanyin Temple this time?
Wei Yuan paused for a moment and felt that it was very likely. He pondered for a moment and said:
"Master, I also feel what you said. If you have any clues about the Buddha's enemy, you can contact me. Although my cultivation is ordinary, one person's plan is short and the plan of the crowd is long. Maybe I can help you."
Yuanjue was surprised, and then showed a hint of joy on his face. He put his hands together and bowed, saying:
"Thank you, Mr. Wei."
He thought for a while, took out a crystal Buddhist bead, handed it to Wei Yuan, and said:
"This is a Buddhist instrument. It can be used for communication and can also leave some information for a short time."
Wei Yuan felt that he had a strange feeling about the Buddhist bead. His expression did not change, and he smiled regretfully "What a pity. I have never practiced Buddhism and may not be able to use this treasure."
Yuanjue was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and slapped his forehead, and apologized repeatedly:
"I neglected it."
"In fact, these Buddhist beads are not only for those who practice Buddhism, but also for those who have wisdom and Buddha nature."
Yuanjue put the Buddhist beads into his pocket while speaking, and then took out a slightly old mobile phone, and smiled and showed off:
"This is the first time I went down the mountain. I worked odd jobs for a month and saved money to buy it. I have used it for seven or eight years. Although it is a bit old, it can still make calls and receive text messages. It is a good thing, durable and sturdy."
He exchanged phone numbers with Wei Yuan.
The monk put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, bowed, and turned away with his tall body.
Wei Yuan watched him leave, his eyes slightly narrowed, put away the phone, and turned to walk in another direction.
The pedestrians around him gradually became sparse. When he walked into an alley, suddenly, several men appeared in front and behind him. They were wearing modern clothes and hats, and they exuded a Buddhist flavor with a faint scent of incense.
Wei Yuan stopped.
Ten disciples from Buddhism looked up at him, with vigilance and hostility in their eyes.
Wei Yuan asked: "Masters, what do you want to see me for?"
One of the middle-aged monks put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and said with a frown: "I just saw that the donor got the Buddhist beads from the evil monk? That thing is of no benefit to the donor, so you should give it to us quickly and let us put it in the monk hall and recite scriptures every day to resolve the resentment."
Wei Yuan spread his hands and smiled: "Unfortunately, no."
The middle-aged monk was silent for a while and said: "Then please tell us how to contact the evil monk."
Wei Yuan said: "Are you going to attack him?"
The monks did not answer.
Wei Yuan said, "Then, let me refuse."
"That monk didn't find you. You probably used an optical telescope or something like that. You're keeping up with the times..."
The middle-aged monk said, "Do you really not want to?"
Wei Yuan didn't answer.
The monk sighed, said it was a sin, and stepped back.
At this moment, the other monks looked at each other and rushed over.
Surrounded from front and back.
The bright Buddha light was bright.
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, raised his right hand, and grasped the void. Then, the illusion slowly broke, and a long sword with a sheath appeared behind him. He pulled it out with a clang, his eyes slightly widened, and at this moment, his pupils were stained with the wind from the sky a thousand years ago, turning into a pale blue.
He said:
"There is a problem."
"He didn't find you, but I did."
"Didn't you think about why?"
? ? !
The middle-aged monk paused for a moment, then his face changed drastically, realizing that the young man in front of him came over on his own initiative, rather than being intercepted by himself and others. The results seemed similar, but the motives and the meanings they represented were completely different. It was too late to speak.
Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, and the sword in his hand suddenly swept across the void. The sword aura stirred up the long wind, the demonic energy soared into the air, and the wind expanded.
The talisman wrapped in cloth on the back of his hand lit up again.
Zhengyi Fu Taiping.
So he just called out in one word:
"Call the wild wind!!!"
.........
The whistling of the wind was almost like the long cry of some strange beast.
Everyone nearby subconsciously turned their heads to look in that direction. In a remote place, a huge tornado exploded on the ground. It seemed that the speed was too fast, and it seemed that it was because of the line of sight. The tornado actually showed a strange green color.
The wild wind slowly dissipated.
Many monks were beaten back, some fell to the ground, some coughed up blood and flew back, some were half pressed by the wind and embedded in the wall. Only the middle-aged monk was still struggling to hold on, and this support had reached its end. With the sound of sword whistling, the eight-sided Han sword was against the monk's throat.
The monk held a crystal clear Buddhist bead in his palm.
It was a similar instrument to what Yuanjue had taken out before.
The middle-aged monk just held the Buddhist bead tightly, facing Wei Yuan, as if recording something. When Wei Yuan found out, he was still able to maintain his composure. Only those who practice Buddhism can see this Buddhist bead. Later, Wei Yuan paused, leaned over, and grabbed the Buddhist bead from the middle-aged monk's hand.
The Buddhist bead was covered in his palm.
Blood flowed from the corner of the monk's mouth, and he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and said:
"Give up, you are such a stubborn person, you can't..."
His voice was stagnant.
Wei Yuan slowly spread out his five fingers.
In this remote and narrow place, Wei Yuan carried the scabbard on his back, and pointed the Han sword in his hand at the ground. In his palm, the Buddhist beads slowly floated into the air, slowly lit up, and then rose twice continuously. Finally, the boundless, brilliant and clear Buddha light flowed and illuminated his body.
The young museum owner's face was illuminated by the Buddha's light and peaceful, and his originally pure black eyes showed a peaceful amber color, like a god and Buddha.
The surroundings were dead silent.