Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 249 Four Fruit Arhat
The clouds are curling, the pines and cypresses are green!
On the tide-watching platform, the stone table is old and simmering, and the aroma of wine lingers.

"here we go……"

With a thought, Su Haoyue's cold eyes opened and closed slightly.

Xun Shaoyu tested the temperature of the wine with his fingers and said with a smile: "Senior sister, this Yunlong Mountain seems to be getting more and more lively."

The so-called 36 Caves and 72 Blessed Lands, the relationship between all the ancestors is extremely close.Some of the caves and heavens and blessed lands come from the same source, and can be said to be connected with the same spirit.

Wang Zhi, the patriarch of the blessed land of Lanke Mountain, met an immortal in the mountain, and he met the patriarch of Qingxia Jinghua Dongtian.With the guidance of the patriarch Qingxia, the patriarch Wang Zhi proved the way of immortality.

It was just that Patriarch Wang Zhi wanted to pursue the path of immortality, so he left Qingxia Jinghua Cave and went straight to open up the blessed land of Lanke Mountain.

Although Patriarch Wang Zhi established a separate sect, the relationship between Lanke Mountain and Qingxia Jinghua Dongtian is still very close, and the two sects even call them brothers.

He leaned against the stone wall, raised his glass gently, and looked at the vast clouds. There seemed to be cloud dragons tumbling in the middle. He said sadly: "It seems that the opportunity hidden in Yunlong Mountain has made many practitioners angry and even fought. , Even the spirit of a Taoist cultivator cannot be controlled."

It is ridiculous to say that for an opportunity that is not clear whether it is true or not, it is allowed to have high-ranking cultivators fight and intrigue for it, and there is no trace of the ease and ease of a cultivator.

He has spent decades of hard work and completely abandoned it, just for the sake of victory or defeat.

In the past few days, many practitioners had disputes, overtly or covertly.It's just that the movement wasn't too big, it just alarmed everyone.

Su Haoyue frowned slightly, and her voice like a clear spring was as clear and clear as ever, and said: "This Yunlong Mountain is really mysterious, but the earth immortals do not come out, and the ones with the highest cultivation level are no more than the top human immortals, and the earth immortals in the big caves and blessed places do not come out. , which is somewhat interesting.”

Xun Shaoyu said quietly: "But, in Yunlong Mountain, the attitude of Shifo Temple is very important!"

"It would be unjustifiable for such a large and ancient temple to not have an Arhat who has attained the fruit of Anagami."

The way of Buddhist practice is to become Luo Han Guo once you enter meditation.

That is, the first stage of Sotapanna, the second stage of Situagami, the third stage of Anagami, and the fourth stage of Arhat. This is called the Zen state of Four Stages of Arhat.

Once you have attained the status of Arahant, you will have the golden body of a great Arahant, who can be said to be the top figure in Buddhism. There is only a slight difference between the golden body of the supreme meditative Buddha and the enlightened Mahayana Bodhisattva.

An Anagami Arhat can have the same karma as an immortal in the immortal realm.

At this time, although there were many practitioners in Yunlong Mountain, there was not even a single earthly immortal figure, so how could they dare to prick someone so easily.

"So many cultivators are like a big alchemy furnace. If one of them catches fire, the furnace will collapse and the elixir will be destroyed."

Xun Shaoyu looked at a corner of the mountain with deep eyes and a deep and inexplicable smile.

There is no 'gunpowder' in this world, so in Xun Shaoyu's words, he used the pill furnace to refer to this boiling trend.

"The Stone Buddha Temple can be suppressed for a while, but it cannot be suppressed for a lifetime. Hundreds of practitioners are involved in it. Even the Merit Heaven, one of the 24 heavens of Buddhism, will not take it lightly. Does Senior Sister Haoyue think so?"

There are hundreds or even thousands of cultivators, all disciples of various sects in the world. There are many entangled relationships among them, and even several major caves have disciples among them.

Although the background and influence of the Stone Buddha Temple are strong, it is easy to deal with several Dao lines alone.But the volume involved in dozens or hundreds of Dao Meridians, blessed places, and caves is not a stone Buddhist temple, which can be balanced.

Su Haoyue thought about it and said, "But Shifo Temple is the landlord after all. How could he not know the key to Yunlong Mountain?"

Practitioners have exquisite and clear minds, so how can they not see clearly the key to gains and losses?

He was just seeking good fortune and avoiding harm, and was unwilling to face the wrath of a great Buddhist temple.

"There must be many practitioners who are interested in the secrets hidden in the Stone Buddha Temple!"

"Presumably, someone is already unable to bear it now and wants to make a move..."

Xun Shaoyu's eyes were clear, and he tapped on the handle of the magic sword with his fingers vaguely absent.

Su Haoyue smiled faintly and said, "I don't know what kind of character layout it is. This handwriting is extraordinary. I really want to see it."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling that they were not yet close friends and had not yet arrived as a confidant.

As long as they come from a well-known family and practice step by step, why bother chasing after one or two opportunities?
If they didn't feel that Yunlongshan's handiwork was really extraordinary, how could the two of them be willing to join the game.

If there is a surprise, they will not hesitate to take it; if there is no surprise, it can be regarded as gaining experience and knowledge.

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In the stone Buddhist temple, there are many ancient pagodas and relic pagodas, which are erected in the middle of the Buddhist temple.The Zen light of the Seven Treasures shines on the top, and the Bodhi of the Seven Treasures sways below. It is the pure and holy land of Buddhism.

Although this Yunlong Mountain is not a paradise like a cave, it is still one of the most famous mountains and rivers in the world.Shifo Temple Those who can build temples in such famous mountains are all people with extremely strong foundations.

The night was getting darker, and each monk finished his evening classes and rested in the monk's room to fall asleep.There are only a few warrior monks, armed with monk clubs and iron rods, patrolling back and forth inside and outside the temple.

There are only a few lights among the thousands of Buddhist halls in this temple, but everyone in the temple is not completely asleep.

"Uncle,"

A thin yellow-robed monk with a solemn face bowed to an old monk sitting cross-legged in the center of the Seven Treasures Pagoda Forest with an extremely respectful attitude, as if he was worshiping a Buddha.

The old monk pinched his rosary, and his old and shriveled face seemed to be covered with withered bark of an old tree. His old and decaying body was always trembling, just like an ordinary old man, and could be blown down by a gust of wind.

However, this old monk's thin body seems to contain boundless power, and the divine light is restrained here. Every time he turns the rosary, he carries a firm belief that is extraordinary in the world.

"Xinming, your heart... is confused,"

The old monk spoke calmly, his tone neither fast nor slow, as if he was singing leisurely Zen.The Zen meaning of Buddhism contained in it made Monk Xinming's chaotic mind suddenly clear, and inner demons and internal demons were calmed down in his heart.

"Grand... uncle..."

As soon as Monk Xinming thought about it, the anger that was burning in his chest before suddenly burst into cold sweat, soaking his monk robe for a moment.

"Awake?"

The old monk chanted in a low voice and slowly fiddled with his rosary beads.

Monk Xinming clasped his palms together, bowed to the ground, and kowtowed: "Thank you very much, uncle, for giving me a wake-up call. Otherwise, I will commit the sin of anger and do wrong things without even realizing it."

The most important thing in Buddhism is the cultivation of mind. One thought may be bad, and one mind may be wrong.

A Buddha's heart can be greedy, angry, foolish, and hateful, but it can never turn into an internal demon.Otherwise, one’s Buddhahood will not be preserved, and all the lifetimes of practice will be lost.

Xinming hesitated for a moment and said, "But Yunlong Mountain is the holy land of our Buddhist sect. How can we let them kill with blood and trample on my Buddhist temple?"

"You still haven't understood it yet, that's why you are obsessed."

The old monk sighed lightly and said: "As a monk, the four elements are empty. Looking at the earth, fire and wind, they are all empty. Greed, anger, ignorance, and hatred are the four poisons that harm people. If you can't understand the cause and effect, in this life... there is no hope of becoming an Arhat, so you have to The state of the three fruits has been wasted."

The skinny old monk's pupils were clear, reflecting Xinming's figure, and he said: "You have been reincarnated for ten lives, and the so-called ten worlds are full. If you still cannot achieve enlightenment in this life, you will never fully realize it. The opportunity of Luo Han Guo.”

"Uncle,"

Monk Xinming gritted his teeth and was speechless for a moment as he looked at this great Buddhist Arhat who was comparable to immortals and immortals, the real Dinghai Shenzhen in the Yunlong Mountain Stone Buddhist Temple.

I don’t know if the cultivators dancing happily on Yunlong Mountain knew that there was a great Buddhist Arhat residing in the Stone Buddha Temple, and I don’t know how many people there would dare to make any noise or wanton.

After all, although there are hundreds of immortals in this world, they are all the first-level ancestors of each sect and lineage, and are the real top figures in this world.

A deity, before the deity was born, is more important than Mount Tai.

The old monk stroked his robe and said dryly: "Go down."

"Uncle,"

Monk Xinming hesitated to speak, but he still leaned forward and slowly exited Tallinn.

This monk Xinming is of course the abbot of the Shifo Temple, and is responsible for the thousands of monks in the temple.But in front of this old monk, he will always be in awe.

"Yunlong, Yunlong, why do you need to struggle for the last time?"

The old monk indifferently looked at the back of Xin Ming's going away, suddenly fixed the rosary in his hand, and let out a long sigh.

"Old monk, I have been with you for three thousand, six hundred years. I have been with you for three thousand, six hundred years. Now I finally have an understanding of this matter. When the number of three thousand six hundred is perfect, even an immortal immortal should be transformed into an immortal. A pile of ashes and dust.”

"Why do you need any more useless work?"

The old monk Fa looked at a place in Yunlong Mountain, cold and forbidding, as if talking to himself or talking to some existence.

"Sigh... people are really affectionate. After all, they are 'old friends' who have been with us for thousands of years. I feel a little reluctant to part with them for a while."

In the stupa forest, the old monk laughed at himself and muttered to himself.

"The poor monk will finally reach Nirvana and be liberated."

"After three thousand six hundred years of suffering, I am finally free."

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boom!
Long!
Long!
I don't know when, thunders intertwined over Yunlong Mountain, black clouds rolled in the clouds, streaks of lightning rolled, and dull thunder echoed around Yunlong Mountain.

It seemed that a thunderstorm was coming, and a heavy breath quietly enveloped Yunlong Mountain for hundreds of miles.

A figure shuttled through the mountains and forests, and the bright and dim lightning in the sky made the man's appearance obscure and inexplicable.

Every thunder struck down, making the mountains tremble, and the clouds and mist rolled endlessly, as if there was an old dragon in the mountains and valleys, making clouds, rain, and thunder and lightning.

boom--

Not long after, this figure came to a Dragon King Temple, paused for a moment, and looked at the Dragon King Temple, which had been dilapidated for a long time, with an incomprehensible expression.After a long time, the figure slowly stepped into the temple.

The furnishings in the temple are simple and outdated. The ancient times have not caused the Dragon King Temple to completely collapse. However, in the empty temple, there is only a statue of a dragon-headed human body about [-] feet long, standing alone on the shrine.The stone shrine is outlined with dense runes, and there are many inscriptions on bells and tripods that were popular in the ancient Warring States period.

Thunder light flashed in the sky, shining into a dark night, illuminating the small Dragon King Temple as if it were daytime.

This figure turned a blind eye to the embarrassment in the temple and just came straight to the statue of the Dragon King.

Although this dragon-headed human statue is well-preserved, the texture on its body has been polished over a long period of time and is no longer realistic. Only a pair of dragon eyes seem to be alive, leaving some majesty.

"Long Bo,"

There was blood in the eyes of this figure, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, even better than the image of endless hell.

He looked at the dragon-headed statue and said coldly: "Uncle Long, this junior has traveled thousands of miles to be invited. Shouldn't your Majesty...should show up to see him?"

"Um……"

Amidst the roar of thunder, this figure gradually distorted, and uncontrollable cruelty and bloodthirsty gushed out of its icy eyes.

This is a naked lunatic, twisted and sick, going deep to the bone marrow, making him look crazy.

"Master Divine Bone...who are you?"

As if awakened by this crazy blood, a layer of clear light appeared around the dragon-headed human statue. The clear light was turbid and contained the aura of black blood, with a hint of rotten odor, and a low dragon roar sounded.

The Divine Bone Master, also known as the Demon Bone Master!
This is also the extreme desertedness of the Dragon King Temple, and there are really no people.

Otherwise, just the name chanted by the dragon-headed statue could cause an uproar.

You must know that the cruel name of this divine bone master is famous in the world of immortality. His reputation is so ferocious and his notoriety is so great that he can stop a child from crying at night. He can be called the ultimate source of evil. figure.

This figure smiled softly, bowed to Jishou far away, and said: "That's the teacher!"

boom--

The dragon-headed statue was furious, and the thunder that surged between heaven and earth became more and more violent.

The frenzied thunder power was like substance, directing the thunder energy in the sky. Its brilliant power made the Dragon King Temple tremble slightly, and large tracts of dust puffed down.

"Hmph... Your master is not here, only a young boy is here... Why, are you looking down on me, a down-and-out dragon, who is not worthy of being associated with his great demon?"

"I really misjudged Shengu. It turns out that he is also a person who follows people's influence!"

"Uncle Long, please put down the fury of thunder for now!"

Facing the violent Dragon God, this figure was not surprised and said softly: "The master's actions and opinions are not something that a junior disciple can control."

"It's just... the matter of helping Long Bo escape is of great importance. I don't dare to specialize in it, but the master's goal is too big. If he acts rashly, he is afraid that the immortals and Buddhas will smell it and let the disciples escape." Add variables.”

"Long Bo should know that Buddhism attaches great importance to this matter. If Master, his old man, appears in Yunlong Mountain when the 600-year deadline is approaching, it will only arouse the suspicion of Buddhism."

"But this junior is just starting out and has little goals, so he is suitable to blend in with the cultivators. Therefore, Master ordered this junior to come here just for this purpose!

"Hmph...I know,"

Long Bo's gloomy tone sounded extremely dissatisfied.

"I am in prison, but Taoist brother Shengu still can't forget the past friendship. I, Huanglong, am not a ungrateful dragon. I will definitely remember it in my heart and never dare to look back."

The yellow dragon chants in succession, but in the clear light all over its body, countless black blood auras circulate, making this dragon-headed statue of a human being even more sinister.

"I, Huang Long, will never forget your kindness today."

(End of this chapter)