Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 377 Bi Luoshen Needle

   Monk Ji Le focused his eyes and moved faster.

  The magic sound overwhelmed the lonely Zen master's wooden fish sound again.

  Lonely Zen Master's expression didn't change, and the wooden fish in his hand knocked louder.

  In the entire hall, the wooden fish and the magic sound echoed each other, endlessly.

  One relies on a wooden fish, and the other relies on a furnace.

   It was the time when the two sides were stalemate.

  Accompanied by a cry, the woman collapsed into the arms of Monk Ji Le.

   "Your Excellency's sound wave skills, Ji Le admires you very much."

  The Lonely Zen Master put away the wooden fish and remained indifferent.

  【This monk is not like a good person. 】

   Monk Ji Le didn't mind, and threw the woman on his body aside like trash.

  The woman's sleeve robe slipped off, revealing a tattoo of a small emerald green flower on her left shoulder.

  The flower is divided into five petals, delicate and charming.

  The well-informed Chan Master Jing Jing suddenly focused his eyes and exclaimed: "Jinxiuchuan, an inner disciple of Weiyang Palace?!"

  Jinxiuchuan is a famous family in Xingyue State, and the disciples in the school are all women. They are very famous in Kyushu for their various exotic flowers and herbs, and secret techniques among flowers.

  The Mistress of Weiyang Palace ranked first on the list of beauties with her alluring appearance. At the same time, she once fought against the "heartbroken man" Ye Fuliu, one of the four best in the world, and lost by only one move.

  At the same time, Jinxiuchuan is good at blending spices, elixir, rouge powder, etc., which makes women all over the world admire.

   Monk Ji Le is really daring, he dared to risk the world's displeasure, and touched the eyebrows of the red lady in Jinxiuchuan.

   "Amitabha, sin is sin."

   "Master of Ultimate Bliss, please don't do more evil in this pure place of Buddhism."

   Monk Ji Le didn't even look at the woman on the ground and asked instead: "Sasheng Temple is a treasure temple of Zen Buddhism, but you don't abstain from killing. How can you get Mahayana like this?"

  His voice was rough, like the roar of a beast.

   It was heard by others, and they couldn't help frowning.

  But the obscure Zen master sighed lightly, it seems that this monk of bliss is really going to debate Buddhism with himself in the main hall.

  Buddhist debates on Buddhism are called debates.

  One question, one answer.

   After one round, exchange questions and answers.

  It will be over until one party fails to understand the Zen principles.

The obscure Zen master lightly raised his snowy eyebrows, and said slowly: "In the past, Bodhidharma went to the east and founded the Samsara Temple to rectify my Zen Buddhism. The temple is divided into six Buddhist temples, namely: Tianshen Tao, Human realm, Asura realm, **** realm, animal realm, and hungry ghost realm.”

   "Bodhidharma said: All living beings, ups and downs, are all in the six realms of reincarnation."

   "And killing is just a shortcut to re-enter reincarnation."

   Monk Bliss burst out laughing upon hearing this.

   "Is killing to let sentient beings take a shortcut into reincarnation?"

   "The sentient beings are born, can't they just take a shortcut and enter reincarnation? Why do we need to go through the secular world?"

  He has a point.

  You are over physical, and people have taken shortcuts.

  Why bother to raise Bala so big?

  Chan master obscure held his rosary and shook his head: "Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people."

   "I kill animals in the temple to kill karma, not simply to kill animals without restraint."

  Monk Bliss is aggressive: "What is karma?"

   "Every peck and drink is karma."

   "Then all the disciples of the Shasheng Temple fell into the secret realm of my joy just now, is it also a karma? Should I be beheaded?"

  The obscure Zen master was unmoved: "Buddhas have a destiny, practice karma and refine the mind, why do you need outsiders to cut karma, and kill your own demons, then you are the best."

   Monk Ji Le heard what he said, and after thinking for a while, he still couldn't find the fault in his words.

   Thus ends the round.

  The obscure Zen master won easily, with a pair of snowy eyebrows trembling slightly, and immediately asked: "Master of Ultimate Bliss, the five precepts of Buddhism, the joy of tantric Buddhism, if you don't abstain from fornication, can you get Mahayana?"

  The question of the obscure Zen master is actually dealing with his body in his own way.

  Sasheng Temple does not abstain from killing, and Huanxi Temple does not abstain from prostitution.

  Two are half the same.

   Monk Bliss did not change his face: "Tantric Buddhism is happy, use desire to control desire."

   "'Kong Le Shuangyun' gave birth to Wukong********, what do you want?"

   "The Desire of the Heart!"

   "It is to cultivate the mind, why be tempted?"

   "Because the heart is moved, so the heart is cultivated."

  Religion is actually the same as writing.

  A big setting is the premise.

   Then use this as a framework to fill in various theories.

   If there is some truth that cannot be explained, then continue to add small settings.

  Such as "six paths of reincarnation", such as "cutting karma but not killing people", such as "controlling desires with desires".

  In the first two rounds, the two sides played seven inches each, evenly matched.

   In the third round, it was the monk's turn to ask questions: "Since killing and joy are both ways of practice."

  "Then suffering and happiness depend on each other, why bother to suffer?"

  As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar.

  As the ancients said: Life is short, enjoy yourself in time.

   Killing is suffering, joy is pleasure.

  It is also about cultivating the Buddha and cultivating the mind. Why give up "happiness" and seek "suffering"?

  Monk Bliss' words are tantamount to provocation.

  Sasheng Temple can cultivate Buddha, and Huanxi Chan can also cultivate Buddha.

   is also practicing Buddhism, so why not choose one you like?

  The faces of all the disciples swelled slightly, and the scene of monk Ji Le having **** with that beautiful woman just now came to mind again.

   After a while, the scene of desperately trying to survive in the killing forest flashed.

   After a while, the graceful figure of the woman flashed again.

   Killing people and punishing their hearts, this is a proposition.

  How could the obscure Zen master not see it?

  He induced all the monks to become demons with the joy of happiness in Zen.

  If the answer of Chan Master Obscure is a little far-fetched, then most of these disciples want to transfer to the disciples of Monk Ji Le, and they will not practice hard.

  Chan Master Obscure immediately invoked the secret method, and replied in the voice of Buddha:

   "Seeking is suffering, giving up is pleasure."

   "Get happiness from suffering, and awaken from illusion."

  Buddha is a word for ‘suffering’.

  Cultivating Buddhism is practicing suffering.

   Taste all kinds of suffering in the world before you can see the original truth.

   Seeing nature through suffering, seeking great freedom.

   In other words, before the cultivation is completed, happiness is not bliss, but another form of suffering.

   Monk Ji Le smiled, his fat body trembling: "What is freedom?"

   "Great liberation from all kinds of suffering."

"How to do it?"

  The obscure Zen master smiled, and was about to answer when he suddenly felt his chest stagnate, and the blood in his body surged.

   Poof!

   A mouthful of black blood spurted out.

   "Toxic!"

   "Someone poisoned!"

  All the monks exclaimed, and at this time the lonely monk had already flew forward, holding the obscure Zen master's veins.

  It took only two breaths, and the obscure Zen master's face was as golden as paper.

   "What a strong poison!"

  Where does the poison come from?

   Could it be tea?

  At this time, there was a suet teacup in front of the obscure Zen master.

  Zen Master Lonely picked up the teacup and sniffed it lightly in his nose. The faint tea fragrance showed no signs of poisoning.

  Besides, the three elders present, the five chiefs, and the monk Ji Le opposite each had teacups in front of them, and they also drank the same pot of tea.

  If the tea is poisonous.

  Then why are only obscure Zen masters poisoned?

   Zen Master Lonely frowned slightly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the mouthful of green blood spit out by the obscure elder.

   Could it be...!

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

  (end of this chapter)