The Bloody Road to Longevity: The Wedge: The Patriarch Appears

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The night is deep, the wind is cool, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

On the west side of the Mahavira Hall of the Shaolin Temple, there is a hall called the Sixth Ancestor Hall. There are five bodhisattvas enshrined in the front of the hall, namely Dashizhi Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and Earth Store Bodhisattva. The six patriarchs are enshrined on both sides, namely the first patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Bodhidharma, the second patriarch Huike, the third patriarch Sengcan, the fourth patriarch Daoxin, the fifth patriarch Hongren, and the sixth patriarch Huineng. The six patriarchs are in the same line, Huineng is from Hongren, Hongren is from Daoxin, and so on, until Bodhidharma. The scene in the hall is called the Sixth Patriarch worshiping Guanyin.

On the futon in the hall, there is a monk kneeling at this time. He is twenty-three or four years old. The monk’s robe is clean and white, but his appearance is extremely ugly. His buck teeth are like a fence beside a well, and he is absolutely professional and not perfunctory at all.

The monk’s face was as pale as paper, with fine sweat oozing out of his forehead.

In the past few days, he feels that his body is getting weaker and weaker, and he doesn’t even have the strength to speak. It seems that his soul will be stripped from his body at any time, and he can’t grasp it. He also went to the hospital for examination several times. To his disappointment, there was nothing wrong with him.

He has a strong premonition in his heart that he will leave this world, as if he does not belong to this world at all, because he often has the same dream, dreaming that he is from another world, that world has gods and immortals , is not at all different from here.

The monk bowed down three times and said feebly, “Several bodhisattvas, patriarchs, and disciples may be dying. I feel like I can’t last tonight. I thank the Buddhist sect for taking in the disciples for so many years. Thank you, Prime Minister. The disciple wanted to go to the Mahavira Hall to say goodbye to the Lord Buddha, but the disciple estimated that the Lord Buddha must be very busy every day, so he didn’t dare to disturb it, so he could only say it quietly here. A disciple is just a speck of dust in the mortal world. It comes with the wind and goes away with the wind. It’s nothing to worry about, it’s better to die first as a respect!”

After speaking, I bowed again, and I was about to get up and leave when a sonorous voice came from somewhere in the hall: “You should also go!”

The monk was startled and looked around, but found that there was no one else in the hall, and thought to himself: Could it be haunted? After thinking about it, this place is an important place in Buddhism. Except for **** ghosts, who dares to be so arrogant and don’t want to live anymore? Emboldened, he said: “Who is pretending to be a ghost here? Come out to the Buddha!”

The man said: “It’s me, Bodhidharma!”

The monk hurriedly turned his head to look at the Buddha statue of Bodhidharma. He was shocked to see that the Buddha statue seemed to be alive, with round eyes and anger, and the Buddha’s body had a hidden golden light radiating out, and the Dharma was solemn. The monk couldn’t believe his own eyes, and was frightened in his heart. He hurriedly bowed his head and said, “This disciple doesn’t know the ancestor’s manifestation, so he doesn’t choose what to say. I also ask the ancestor to forgive me!”

Dharma said calmly, “You don’t have to be anxious, I’m not here to embarrass you.”

When the monk heard the words, he let out a long sigh of relief and bowed his head in a hurry: “Patriarch save me!”

Dharma said: “Why?”

The monk said: “The disciple is out of breath now, and feels like he will die at any time. Since the disciple was born, he has devoted himself to doing good deeds, but he was young and ignorant and could not restrain his greed. I have never done a single evil thing, and I hope the Patriarch will look into it clearly and give the disciple a chance to reform. The disciple promises that in the future, he will strictly abide by the rules and precepts, be dedicated to the Buddha, and hope that the Patriarch will save me.”

Dharma said lightly: “You will not die.”

If this sentence came out of the doctor’s mouth, he might still doubt it, but the one in front of him is a Buddha, the Buddha who dominates all living beings, so naturally he won’t lie to him. The monk was ecstatic in his heart and hurriedly kowtowed: “Thank you for the rescue! It’s just that the disciple is puzzled. Since the disciple won’t die, why is he short of breath? Is it because of emptiness? If it’s like this, do you want to buy some tonics to make up for it? ?” I didn’t dare to say, do you want to stew some chicken soup to make up?

Dharma said: “You don’t have to force it. What you see, what you hear, and what you feel is just a dream.”

The monk’s heart froze and said: “The disciple knows his mistake, the disciple has an appearance, all appearances are not appearances, everything is a dream!”

Bodhidharma said: “I’m not talking about Zen, what you see and hear on earth is really just a dream of yours!”

The monk was perplexed and said, “The Patriarch is joking with the disciple, right? The disciple has been living here since he was born, and I remember every day clearly, how could it be possible to have such a long dream? Now, if this is really a dream, why did the Patriarch appear in my dream? Could it be that the Patriarch was also an illusion created in my dream?”

Bodhidharma said: “The reason why I can appear in your dream is because I created this dream of yours with my own hands. I exhausted all my energy and ripped apart the void, so that you did this twenty-something. Years of dream. I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years for your dream. Although this is your dream, everything in the dream is real. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, is it your dream? Whether this world is fictional, or is this world fictionalizing your dreams, you will know all the truth when you wake up.”

The monk heard a bit of a big head, as if he was really dreaming, and said in a fog, “Who will the disciple be when he wakes up?”

Bodhidharma said: “Who was I before I was born, who was I when I was born. Who is who I am when I grow up, and who is it when I close my eyes? Whoever you want to be is who you are.”

The monk said: “The disciple is getting more and more confused. Why did the patriarch put so much effort into making the disciple have a dream?”

Dharma said: “Save the Buddha!”

The monk was startled and said, “Save the Buddha? The Patriarch is joking with his disciples? Everyone in the world asks the Buddha to save him, so why does the Buddha need me to save him?”

Bodhidharma said: “The Buddha Dharma has perished, and the Buddha has suffered!”

The monk said in surprise: “You mean the Lord Buddha?”

Bodhidharma said: “The Buddha Lord and I that the world sees are just our avatars. Our deity is not here. We have no choice but to come to this soulless place.”

The monk said: “Then where are you locked up?”

Dharma said: “You will know later.”

The monk thought, who is so powerful that even the Buddha Lord has been defeated? When you meet such a god-like character, you can’t save yourself, how dare you save others beyond your own power? I don’t even know how to die. He said: “But the disciple has more than his heart but not enough strength! The disciple has the heart to save you, but the disciple is only a mortal and can’t know anything. How could it be possible to save you?”

Bodhidharma said: “Who said you can’t do anything? Didn’t you study both the Yi Jin Jing and the 72 Shaolin stunts I left behind?”

It’s true!

Although the monk looks ugly, his identity is not ugly. He is the illegitimate son of the Shaolin Abbot. Compared with ordinary people, monks cherish their hard-won sons more. Treating him is really doting on him. So to him, the Shaolin Temple is just like his own home. He can go wherever he wants to go. The Book Collection Pavilion is almost a forbidden place for others, but for him, it is no different from his own study. Take any book, even take it to school to read.

However, he has no interest in Buddhist scriptures and only likes to read kung fu secrets. Although it’s just some flowery boxing and embroidering legs, he always feels that there are hidden secrets in it, and when he sees these classics, he always feels inexplicably excited.

Because of her ugliness, she had few playmates from elementary school to college. Now the world is getting worse and worse, not only between the opposite sex, but also between the sexes. It seems that ugliness is contagious, and they all hide away. For a long time, he has been alone. In addition to reading books, he practiced martial arts. Twelve stunts are thoroughly studied, as the saying goes, there is something to lose and something to gain.

The monk said: “I have really studied it, but these are all tricks and embroidered legs. It’s okay to bully mortals. Once you meet a god-like figure like the ancestor, you only have to perform. If you don’t perform well, people will snap at your fingertips. The disciple can be wiped out.”

Bodhidharma said: “You have already understood the true meaning of the seventy-two stunts at a young age, which shows that I am not wrong. It means that you have seen that these seventy-two stunts are by no means ordinary, and it is useless to say more. You are confused, but you do not see its power. I have already told you that this earth is a land of no spirits and no spiritual energy. , so the avenues are broad, but there are no monks. People here live to the age of seventy, and it is rare in ancient times. If you study more in the future, you will have great achievements at your fingertips!”

The monk thought, it’s a pity that this guy doesn’t engage in pyramid schemes. Hearing his blood boiled, his heart tickled, and he said that I really didn’t miss the point, this Shaolin Kungfu is really not an ordinary thing, and it’s not in vain for me. It’s been a pain for many years. Concealing the joy in his heart, he said, “What should the disciple do in the future?”

Bodhidharma said: “If you want to know the cause of the past life, the recipient in this life is; if you want to know the effect of the future life, the author of this life is the author. Destiny is determined by the sky, and the fate is determined by man. The road is dangerous, seek more blessings! I can help you. , has been given to you.”

Seeing that what he said was the same as what he didn’t say, the monk did not dare to be demanding, so he said, “This disciple has been taught!”

Dharma said: “I’ll give you another magic weapon!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword appeared from his chest, hanging in the air. The whole body of the sword is blue, like a sapphire carving, and the blade is full of light, except that a “swastika” symbol is engraved in the center of the sword grid (that is, the part between the sword body and the hilt that is used as a handguard), exuding golden light. Heart and soul, people have the urge to worship.

The monk knew that this was definitely an ancient treasure~IndoMTL.com~ just wanted to thank him, but then his face darkened and said, “Didn’t the ancestor say that this is just a dream? Although this sword is good, the disciple is not You can’t take it with you!”

Bodhidharma said: “The lower class kills with the body of the sword; the middle class kills with the energy of the sword; and the upper class kills with the intent of the sword. The sword you see is not a sword, It is the sword intent, that is, the soul of the sword, which can be integrated into your soul and into your dreams.”

The monk doesn’t care whether it’s true or not. Even if it’s a dream, it’s a good dream.

Bodhidharma said: “You don’t have to thank me. This sword is called the Heaven-controlling Sword. It can control yin and yang, overcome the five elements, and be invincible. Heaven’s movements are constant, not for Yao’s existence, not for Jie’s death, but for controlling the destiny of heaven. In other words, the mystery here is indescribable, and you should slowly understand it yourself! Remember, this sword is not a last resort, and it should not be taken lightly.

The monk said in surprise: “Is this a magic sword?”

Bodhidharma said: “The sword is in the hands of the devil, and it is the sword of the devil. The sword is in the hands of the Buddha, and it is the sword of the Buddha. Sometimes killing people is saving people, and sometimes saving people is killing people. Right and wrong, not a sword can tell. As long as you remember, if there is no devil in your heart, there will be no devil in the world.”

The monk nodded and said, “This disciple has been taught.”

Bodhidharma made a sound of “um”, and saw that the Heaven-Controlling Divine Sword suddenly turned into a streamer, inserted from the top of the monk’s head, and disappeared instantly.

The sword pierced into the body, as if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, the monk only felt the blood in his body boil, his soul trembled, and then his eyes darkened, he lost consciousness, and fell down softly.

Dharma waved his right hand lightly and said, “Go, young man! I hope I can see you at the end of the Tao.”

The monk instantly turned into a ray of fresh air and disappeared into nothingness, as if he had never appeared in this world.

       

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