Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 462
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The ethereal bell ringing slowly echoed throughout the entire mountain forest.

Monk Xumi walked from the foot of the mountain to the top step by step.

He has not been back to the Damida Temple for many years.

Under the cover of clouds and mist, the ancient mountain temple is still as before, sacred, ancient, majestic but full of mystery.

Between the woods on both sides of the road, some Buddha statues of different shapes can often be seen.

Most of them show compassion on their faces, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

But there are also some, showing a look of anger and ferocity.

The monks practicing in the Great Mituo Temple, day after day in the mountains and forests, choose the stones they like, and carve the Buddha statues.

What they carve is the stone in their hands, but what they form is the Buddha in their hearts.

The Buddha statue in the hand is perfectly carved, and the Buddha in the heart is also perfect.

Xu Mi came back this time, not just to revisit the old place.

Back then, a fellow sect he knew, today is his Nirvana Ceremony.And Xu Mi also happened to be on a whim, and after counting his fingers, he returned to the Damida Temple to see his old friend.

Taoism cultivates this life, and Buddha cultivates the afterlife.

For the Taoist sect, the aptitude for cultivation is critical and important.

Unless there is an expert willing to spend the price to change the fate of a person with mediocre qualifications against the sky.

Therefore, practitioners with insufficient aptitude should not enter the Taoist sect, lest they waste many years, and it is just a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

But Buddhism is different.

They pay more attention to practice, and understanding should come first, but perseverance and determination are also crucial.

If there is a person with poor talent, he will specialize in Dharma, strengthen his spirit, and then step into reincarnation under the protection of Dharma, in order to seek the next life.

On the Dharma Propaganda Square on the top of the mountain, an old monk with fluttering white beard, dressed in cassock, sat solemnly on the pyre.

Surrounded by a large number of fellow monks and believers.

Xu Mi was also in the crowd, he did not hide himself.

But when he doesn't want to be known, no one can see his true face.

The old monk's Dharma name is 'Xu Xing', and he is of the same generation as Xu Mi.

A hundred years ago, they were all teenagers.

A hundred years later, Xu Mi still looks like a boy, with unparalleled grace.

But the former fellow apprentice is already very old.

He sat withered on the woodpile, his eyes clouded.

In his life, there is no hope.

The aptitude is too poor, and it is still difficult to get started in the practice of Qi training. It is just that he has learned some superficial external body training techniques. For more than a hundred years, he has lost both Qi and blood, and the time is running out.

As for the essence of Buddhism...these are too illusory, no one knows whether they can really protect the original mind and not be confused in the next life.

Sumi just looked at him from a distance.

For a moment of trance, he even felt that the monk sitting on the pyre...was himself.

If he changes positions, will he be doing the same thing a hundred years later?
Thinking of this, the inexplicable Xu Mi felt a strange throbbing in his heart.

His eyes flashed across the huge crowd of believers.

Then, under the urging of his true energy, layers of mist interspersed with golden light appeared in the Hongfa Square.

Originally, his eyes were cloudy, and he could no longer see Xu Xing of a human figure three meters away, but suddenly his eyes became clear and bright.

His aging body also had an inexplicable vitality.

In the hazy fog, he vaguely saw a woman holding incense and prostrating.

Her looks may not be astonishing.

Vaguely... but very much like the girl from the next door before he was shaved.

Those memories that have long been forgotten under the increasing polishing of Buddhism, are like morning dew and morning wind, starry night and moon shadows rushing to my heart in an instant.

The long-lost throbbing made his heart flutter.

The dense fog gradually dissipated under the blowing of the strong wind.

Drums and bells came from the top of the mountain.

The monk with a strong body and thin clothes, holding a torch, walked to the woodpile.

Then hand the torch to Xu Xing.

He still needs to light the fire himself.

Xu Xing stretched out his hand.

But suddenly withdrew his hand back.

The monk who handed over the torch had a cold look in his eyes.

The eminent monk sits down and raises fire to nirvana, although it is just a joke to the real practitioners.

But for the general public, restraining believers... is still very useful.

Suyuki stretched his numb legs.

Then tremblingly stood up from the pile of firewood.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and walked down the Nirvana Stage slowly.

"Master Xu Xing... why are you doing this?" the monk stood in front of the old monk Xu Xing and asked.

There was an inexplicable joy in Xu Xing's expression, and a strange vitality seemed to burst out of his aging body.

"I don't want to die, I want to live."

"Not only do I want to live... I also want to return to vulgarity." Xuxing said.

"Master Xuxing! Do you know what you're talking about?" the monk stared at Monk Xuxing with a sneer and asked.

But the monk Xu Xing said: "I said... I want to live, I want to practice, and I want to return to the vulgar."

"Has the mage gone mad?" the monk asked.

At this time, it's not just those monks nearby.

Even the ordinary people prostrating in the distance, some of them sensed the abnormality and made buzzing voices.

The eminent monk passed away and passed away in Nirvana!

The publicity to the outside world is that the merits and virtues have been completed, and they are about to travel westward to bliss.

That is the existence of going to meet the Buddha soon.

That's why there are so many ignorant believers who come to worship and pay their respects.Even known to the Buddha, they are willing to spend a lot of money to buy golden lamps near the Nirvana Terrace in order to let their "wish" be taken to the west.

At this moment, Xu Xingruo is not Nirvana.

How should I explain to those believers?
"My heart has moved, my delusional thoughts have arisen, even if I sit in Nirvana, there will be no afterlife, and I will not see the Buddha." Xu Xing stretched out his hands like dry bark, and said with clasped hands in front of his chest.

"Have you broken the precept?" The monk's eyes became colder, and the bright and mighty Buddhist essence was already echoing in his sleeve.

Xu Xing said without any sign of embarrassment, let alone guilt: "It's broken! Although the body is rotten, the heart has no precepts. I have practiced for a hundred years, and I have all gone...!"

Speaking of this, there was no sadness or disappointment in his tone, but joy.

Murderous intent flashed in the monk's eyes, and he was about to make a move, secretly controlling everything.

But the thick fog surged up again.

When the monk came back to his senses, the old monk Xu Xing, who was still close at hand, had disappeared.

A thousand miles in a flash, but a breath.

Although Xu Xing hardly knows how to practice, he has seen the world.

Knowing that at this time, it was someone with great supernatural powers who took him away from the temple.

It's just that I don't know who has such courage to rob people in the Great Amitabha Temple.

When he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, a strong sense of familiarity surged up.

"But... but Senior Brother Xumi in person?" Xu Xing asked quite excitedly.

When they were young monks, the two had a close friendship and once lived in a meditation room.

It was only later that Xumi's cultivation talent was discovered, and he directly became a direct disciple of the inner courtyard of the Great Amitabha Temple.

But he has no qualifications for cultivation, so he can only ring the bell at the outer door and chant scriptures every day, studying Buddhist scriptures hard, in order to realize the truth from the Buddhist scriptures and escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Tell me... a hundred years of practice, a hundred years of pure cultivation, a hundred years of persistence... why are you willing?" Xu Mi didn't talk to him about the past, but asked directly.

When the thick fog rose, Xu Mi did use some means.

But this method is only a suggestion and guidance, not direct control.

Right now, he needs to get an answer from Xu Xing that he has been puzzled.

　Goodnight everybody!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)