Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 4
Standing in the Sutra Pavilion, Wang Li was not in a hurry.

He turned his head slowly, closed his eyes slightly, and listened attentively.

The sound of chanting sutras in my mind is not normal in size, and when it is biased towards a certain place, the chanting sound of a certain sutra will become correspondingly clear.

This is the first time he entered the Sutra Pavilion, and it was also the first time he "heard" the sound of chanting.

[Empty silence] is a state that Wang Li accidentally captured when he was listening to Jingyuan chanting in the Zhulin Temple.

At that time, Jingyuan saw Wang Li, taking a medicinal bath without pain, eating soup and medicine without pain, practicing swordsmanship without fatigue, and having patience, patience, and determination.

After many times of verbal persuasion, he failed to get him to start, so he tried his best to make Wang Li willingly shave or become a monk.

On that day of pure fate, the Buddha's light overflowed all over his body, Sanskrit scriptures circulated endlessly, and the wooden fish that had been with him for many years was almost smashed to pieces.

Wang Li was very moved by this, and also showed great cooperation in a [concentrated] state.

For the remaining [-] minutes, after Jing Yuan exhausted all his energy and almost passed out, he silently added a [Meditation] for himself.

It is in such a state, coupled with the full output of Jingyuan, that Wang Li obtained this extremely important "state of mind" in Buddhist practice.

Its appearance is faster than the fleeting meteors in the sky, and it disappears faster than the rising sparks in the flames, like an inconspicuous thought in the vicissitudes of life.

【Empty and Silence】: The absence of all phases is called emptiness, and the absence of arising and extinction is called silence.

Disappearing from the world is like a lotus flower, always good at entering the empty and quiet practice.

There is no sign of self, no sign of human beings, no sign of sentient beings, and no sign of life.That is, there are no phases.

Wang Li walks in the scripture pavilion with "emptiness and silence", and his gaze catches the eyes, each of the Buddhist scriptures is different.

Some scriptures are recited with a sound as vast as the sea, as if all Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats appeared together on Lingshan Mountain, some were a compassionate old monk sitting in meditation, and some were mighty Vajras with angry eyes and subduing demons.

There are also some scriptures that require concentration to hear clearly, or the sound is like a gnat, or intermittent.

And more scriptures, there is no response in the state of emptiness.

After a mere moment, Wang Li felt dizzy, which was a manifestation of mental exhaustion.

He raised his head suddenly and ran upstairs quickly.

From the third floor to the fourth floor, an invisible wall of air stopped him.

With a stingy voice, he turned around and quickly searched the third floor without thinking twice.

Not long after, his eyes fixed on a scripture, and Wang Li hurriedly stopped [Empty Silence].

All of a sudden, he felt a warmth on his lips, and the warmth surged, and he raised his hand to wipe it lightly, and blood entered his eyes.

He hastily raised his head, first took out a warming and nourishing elixir and swallowed it whole, then turned his hands into his arms and took out the silk cloth, worked for a while, and finally stopped the nosebleed.

Outside the Tripitaka Pavilion.

Elder Qing Chi stared blankly at the first floor of the attic as if he had seen a ghost, with a golden light in his eyes, and followed Wang Li's figure in the building to the second floor.

Seeing Wang Li's nose bleeding, he immediately frowned and moved his feet, as if he wanted to help.

However, in the end, rationality overcame the impulse of the moment, so he stopped, with one hand still slightly raised.

After stabilizing his mind in an instant, the old monk Qingchi stood up again, folded his hands together, and chanted Amitabha Buddha.

When he cast his gaze into the attic again, he saw that Wang Li was already holding a scripture book, and was concentrating on reading it.

The old monk Qingchi couldn't take his eyes off.

After a while, he suddenly smiled to himself again.

Turning around and returning to his grass ball, he bowed his head and meditated.

"All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

……

Wang Li was holding this "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" with a simple and even shabby outer skin.

The Lotus Sutra, also known as the Lotus Sutra, consists of seven volumes.

What Wang Li holds in his hand is the fifth volume.

The remaining six volumes are placed next to this fifth volume, but those six volumes do not have the vast and vast Buddhist voice like the fifth volume.

The state of [Empty Silence] was cancelled, Wang Li was not invaded by annoying noises like when he first came in, and at the same time he could no longer hear the Sanskrit sounds from the scriptures.

[Concentration] [Meditation] Double blessing, this Buddhist classic will be memorized quickly and completely.

After closing the scriptures, Wang Li closed his eyes slightly.

Master Jingyuan once said that all the methods of Buddhist practice are included in the classics.

A Buddhist disciple with high qualifications can realize the true practice method from the Buddhist scriptures by himself with the body of a mortal and with his own strength.

When I first heard about it, Wang Li only thought that he was boasting, and that he was deliberately exalting Buddhism in order to lure himself to become a monk.

At this time, he believed it somewhat.

However, based on what he has just learned, Wang Li thinks that what Master Jingyuan said should also be hidden, and not all the scriptures can be used to realize the practice method.

At least, it must be those scriptures that can be heard from the Buddha's voice and sanskrit in [Kongji], so that they can be used to comprehend the true method.

And this kind of classics, although there are not many in the Sutra Pavilion, but the actual quality is very different.

If you rely on those intermittent scriptures that sound like mosquitoes, I am afraid that you will not be able to realize anything after spending a lifetime.

The higher the floor, the more scriptures of Buddha's voice came out, and the voice became clearer and brighter.

Especially when he had a quick glance just now, on the highest floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Wang Li seemed to have really "heard" the Great Leiyin Temple in Lingshan, Xitian.

Bailong Temple really has treasures.

It's a pity that if he doesn't go out, no monk in Bailong Temple will allow him to go up.

However, with the help of a Buddhist scripture, how can one realize the practice method?

Wang Li fell into contemplation, the scriptures kept circulating in his mind, his mind merged into the Buddhist scriptures in his hands, and he escaped into a fugue for a while.

After a long time, Wang Li came back to his senses, his brows were slightly frowned, and a look of sadness appeared on his tender face.

This enlightenment of the Dharma is indeed there, but what about the practice method that was agreed upon?

Outside the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the old monk Qingchi laughed cheerfully again.

He pinched the Buddha's seal with his hand, and looked at the entire scripture attic.

Wang Li's performance just now has completely won his love. There are many classics in the scripture building, which are full of the painstaking efforts of monks of all ages, and many ideas are naturally gathered in the scripture building, intertwined and mixed.Many monks would faint when they were hit by the shock when they entered the Sutra Pavilion for the first time. Even if they were cultivated, they would inevitably suffer a dark loss if they were not prepared.

This itself is also a means of defense for the Sutra Pavilion.

However, just now Wang Li just staggered and quickly adjusted, and then his expression was calm and his mind was stable.

It can be seen that the strength of his spirit and mental state are extraordinary, even far better than some monks in the temple.

He was naturally clear about Wang Li's purpose, and it was precisely because of this that he smiled even more happily.

How can it be so easy to realize the method of practice from the scriptures?

The last person who did this in Bailong Temple appeared thousands of years ago, and later became the abbot, and the heritage left by the monks of that generation still benefits Bailong Temple today.

Of course, even if Wang Li couldn't do it, it didn't affect the old monk Qingchi's opinion of him.

"Well, when he comes back empty-handed and without success later, the poor monk will surely lead him into Buddhism." Thinking of this, the old monk Qingchi smiled even deeper, stroking his gray beard happily.

Amitabha, Nephew Jingyuan, you will soon have another junior.

……

Wang Li pondered for a while in the attic.

Then with the elixir in his mouth, he held a silk cloth in one hand and a Buddhist scripture in the other.

【Empty Silence】!
As soon as you think about it, the Buddha's voice enters the soul instantly.

The sound of many scriptures in the entire Sutra Pavilion is distinct. Wang Li concentrated on the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" in his hands. All the other Buddhist sounds disappeared, only the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" still lingered in his ears.

At this moment, Wang Li suddenly felt that the location of his body was changing rapidly. From this ancient and clumsy scripture attic, he traveled through thousands of time and space, and suddenly came to a treasure temple on the top of a mountain.

The mountain is shrouded in Buddha light, the clouds are transpiring, and a golden hall stands toweringly. An eminent monk sits under the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, with his hands clasped together, his eyes slightly closed, and chanting sutras compassionately.

Wang Li sat in front of him.

From the mouth of the eminent monk, the golden scriptures flowed, and after leaping through the space, they entangled Wang Li's body and whirled continuously.

But in the state of emptiness, Wang Li was completely absorbed in all his thoughts, without distraction.

a while.

The eminent monk had finished reciting the fifth volume of the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra", and the floating and spinning golden scriptures had completely enveloped Wang Li.

Immediately afterwards, these golden scriptures suddenly shrank inward, pouring into Wang Li's body in an instant.

He suddenly gained the power of inner vision, watching these scriptures injecting, dissolving, and merging. Wherever they went, the meridians were quickly and orderly illuminated.

At the same time, in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Accompanied by the incorporation of golden scriptures, a flower petal suddenly and slowly floated out from Wang Li's slightly thin body under the gray monk robe.

This piece of petals is very full, the inner part is over from milky white to pink, and the outer layer is coated with a faint golden awn.

One has two.

Immediately afterwards, more and more lotus petals gushed out one after another. Listening to them fluttering automatically and lightly in the air without wind, the golden light gradually became denser, making the gray monk robe and the tender white cheeks seem to be coated gold dust.

Outside the Tripitaka Pavilion.

The old monk Qingchi suddenly stood up again, and when he turned his head, the golden light in his eyes suddenly flashed, which could not be extinguished three feet away from his body.

His eyes penetrated the attic and locked firmly on Wang Li.His lips could not stop trembling, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "The poor monk...may have really seen the 'Tathagata'!"

(End of this chapter)