Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 20 The Yellow Sky Constellation Light Tathagata

Cigarettes were lingering, and white clouds enveloped the high-hanging Dharma pillar in the main hall, and a gilt Buddha statue more than ten feet high loomed behind it.

Because of his grandmother's belief in Buddhism, Chen Qingzhi knew some images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas fairly well, but no matter what, he couldn't connect them with any one in his memory.

On the lotus platform, the tall Buddha statue with thousands of hands and eyes does not sit in lotus, but stands majestically. The bright yellow ragged old monk's robe vividly outlines the folds of the cloth, but it is just right so that it is impossible to see the true face of the Buddha.

Thousand hands and thousand eyes is one of the incarnations of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Could it be that this world is after Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva attained the Buddhahood?

If so, then what should be enshrined in the three holy temples behind?
Chen Qingzhi was in a state of disarray for a while.

Perhaps because of staring at it for too long, in a trance, he seemed to see hundreds of hands and eyes turning into countless tentacles, extending from the ragged place of the monk's robe, and the sound of the monk's chanting gradually expanded until it turned into an inaudible sound. Whispering.

Everything is constantly magnified in front of the eyes, like a mass of yellow marks that are constantly rotating, flashing and wriggling.

Chen Qingzhi hugged his head in pain, with blood seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes and eyes.

What kind of weird and terrifying existence are these monks enshrining?

When the consciousness faded away, the young man seemed to recall his previous life, and witnessed that indescribable immortal, the overwhelming shadow crawling and crawling seemed to be about to become real.

[You occasionally hear the whispers of the supreme being, some knowledge is forcibly instilled in your mind, your talent is accidentally touched, and your inner strength and mentality change, and you realize the volume of "Changchun Immortal Art" from it. 】

[Warning, you are being watched by the Supreme! 】

His head was on the verge of exploding, and at this moment, a rough and slightly callused hand rested on Chen Qingzhi's shoulder.

"This benefactor, is your body feeling unwell?"

The gentle voice of the middle-aged monk sounded like jade, and at the same time, a faint spark brought the young man back to reality from delusions.

Chen Qingzhi's slack pupils gradually focused on the monk's astonished and concerned face.

Almost subconsciously breaking free from the opponent's arm, the young man stepped back several steps until the strange Buddha statue disappeared from his vision.

Aside from his mood swings, he didn't even pay attention to the ancient bronze lamp flickering in the opponent's hand.

"Benefactor, you have to go to the meditation room with the little monk to rest for a while, your face is really ugly."

Seeing that Chen Qingzhi did not respond for a long time, the monk stood there and asked with concern.

At this moment, Chen Qingzhi suddenly found that the crowds of people offering incense and worshiping Buddha were few and far between, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have been swept away by fire, leaving only the brilliant afterglow at dusk.

"Elder, how long have I been standing here?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Qingzhi found that his voice was dry and hoarse, like a traveler in the desert who has been short of water for many days.

"Amitabha, the almsgiver has been standing in front of the hall for nearly three hours. The little monk saw the almsman or was inspired by the Buddha, so he held a long bright lamp to protect the dharma, so as not to misunderstand the almsgiver's perception."

After reciting the Buddha's name, the monk answered honestly.

"How long do you think I stood there?"

Chen Qingzhi had an unbelievable expression on his face, he obviously felt that he couldn't make enough time for a cup of tea, but it turned out that half a day had passed in the monk's mouth.

"Amitabha, monks don't lie."

The monk lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, but his tone was firm.

"Sorry, I was emotionally agitated for a while, and I couldn't help myself. I hope the elder will not be offended."

Rubbing his drowsy head, Chen Qingzhi forced a smile.

The fear and powerlessness brought about by facing the indescribable, even if he has escaped, he is still like a frightened bird, unable to control his emotions at all.

"By the way, I haven't asked the elder's name yet. I still have a lot of troubles. I wonder if the elder can answer my questions for me?"

"I don't dare to be an elder. The little monk is called Jingyuan, and I am the abbot of this Dingguang Temple."

What Chen Qingzhi didn't expect was that the handsome middle-aged monk in front of him, who looked no more than 30 years old, was actually the abbot of this huge Dingguang Temple.

It's really a real person who doesn't show his face.

"Since the almsgiver has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, the little monk will naturally talk endlessly, and the almsgiver will walk with the little monk."

After saying that, he turned around, and Monk Jingyuan was holding the bronze oil lamp, intending to guide Chen Qingzhi.

Unexpectedly, the other party would be so talkative. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qingzhi finally gritted his teeth and followed. At this moment, he had too many doubts in his heart, and he needed the monk in front of him who seemed to know something to help him out.

Taking advantage of the still light, the two walked on the secluded path among the bamboo forests. After a long while, they heard Chen Qingzhi ask Monk Jingyuan.

"Master Jingyuan, may I ask which Buddha is enshrined in the hall just now?"

"Amitabha, what the benefactor has just seen is the Huangtian Starlight Tathagata who has been enshrined in the temple for many years, and is the current Buddha."

"Which three Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are enshrined in the Three Saints Hall?"

"The one enshrined in the middle is of course the Buddha of Infinite Life, and the ones on the left and right sides are Guanshiyin Bodhisattva and Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva respectively."

"Can Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva have an incarnation with thousands of hands and eyes, holding sun and moon beads, poplar branches, pure bottles, precious arrows, etc.?"

"A thousand hands means to protect all living beings, and a thousand eyes means to see the world all over the world. This is the great wish made by Huang Tian XingXiu Guang Tathagata before becoming a Buddha. Why should the donor impose it on the Bodhisattva?"

Monk Jingyuan looked at Chen Qingzhi with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why he made such a common-sense mistake.

"..."

Chen Qingzhi fell into silence. He couldn't tell the other party that in another world, the Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara with thousands of hands and eyes was one of the incarnations of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

Seeing that Chen Qingzhi had something to hide, Chan Master Jingyuan didn't ask any more questions, but changed the topic very naturally.

"Even the monks in this monastery seldom achieve enlightenment in front of the Buddha. The benefactor and my Buddha seem to have a lot of fate. The little monk here has a Buddha seal that has been consecrated. I have the right to borrow flowers to offer the Buddha. I hope the benefactor will not be disgusted."

"If you think about it, those who have a deep connection with Buddhism like the donor will definitely be blessed by the Buddha."

After speaking, Monk Jingyuan took out a piece of bright yellow talisman paper folded into a triangle from the cloth purse, and handed it to Chen Qingzhi.

"Thank you Zen Master for your kindness, but this boy is so disrespectful——"

Reaching out to take the talisman paper from the other party, Chen Qingzhi was about to bow his hands to thank him when he caught a glimpse of the imprint on the talisman paper and almost threw the Buddha seal out without grasping it firmly.

On the rough yellow mounting paper, cinnabar outlined three patterns that resembled question marks, two of which were facing each other, and the middle point was like a deep whirlpool, which firmly attracted Chen Qingzhi's attention.

Isn't this just the yellow mark that was constantly rotating, flashing and wriggling in front of my eyes just now when I fell into delusional consciousness!
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