All Heavens: Start by guarding the light at night

Chapter 137: Deformed Buddha in a Deformed World
Hell and heaven are all in the world.

The formation of sinkholes does not happen overnight.

In this dark valley, an independent system has already been formed.

Not every serf believed in the light.

In the world of Tiankeng, there are still many stubborn elements among the serfs who resist and refuse the spread of light.

These people are undoubtedly pitiful.

All kinds of disputes and contradictions are beyond our reach and there is no way to deal with them.

People are used to living in darkness.

The serfs were frightened by the sudden good thing about pie in the sky.

Huairou's policy doesn't work. If you want to get these 500 million people on the right track quickly, you must use strong medicine. Guangming Palace sent a large number of practitioners to show off their power.

After being reprimanded and suppressed by force, the serfs began to obey and did some things according to the instructions of the light.

Life will get better.

Wei Guangming preached and passed on his Buddhist thoughts to the believers.

The believers combined their bright ideas with the actual situation of the sinkhole and expanded it again.

The serfs listened to the thoughts of the believers and once again used their own language to spread the light.

Wei Guangming has been traveling under the tiankeng.

Explore the structure of the tiankeng, explore the sentiments of the people, and learn about the formation of the Xuankong Temple that is gradually restored.

As the Great Priest of Guangming, Wei Guangming has undoubtedly acquired an extremely large amount of power of faith.

However, apart from breaking through the realm and refining the Mirror of Light, Wei Guangming has not used the power of these beliefs to do anything else.

The Buddha studied his faith, and he even created the chessboard world, an independent space under the Haotian.

The Buddhist formations are also related to the power of faith. With the Buddhist faith, the energy of heaven and earth can be gathered to form a formation and form a restriction.

The manipulation of the power of faith is not recorded even in the heavenly books. This is the saving grace of the Buddhist sect.

Wei Guangming needs to make up for this weak link.

Located close to the peak of Xuankong Temple, there is sufficient sunshine and temperature enough to survive. No matter how difficult it is, there is always hope of survival.

The closer you are to the cliff and the farther you are from the peak of Hanging Temple, the lower the temperature will be and the products will become poorer.

There is a strict dividing line between the serfs under the sinkhole, which cannot be easily crossed.

Fortunately, the Guangming Chamber of Commerce has already prepared food, which can be continuously transported down from the Golden Tent Palace outside the Tiankeng.

In some dark places, Wei Guangming has seen many human tragedies.

Serfs who were tortured and had their legs disabled but struggled to crawl, had their tongues cut out, their eyes gouged out, and some had their leg bones smashed alive, all kinds of misery.

Wei Guangming cannot see the suffering, but he has to walk in the most painful place.

Even if Ye Zi lives in the sinkhole, she cannot believe that there is such a miserable place in the world.

Ye Zi's life is very strange. He lives among the serfs under the sinkhole, but he enjoys the joy that does not belong to slaves.

Her father was one of the few named serfs in the tribe. He was well liked by the rich and the monks, so Ye Zi always had something to eat that only the rich could eat, and she didn't have to work. At a young age, he was booked by monks in advance.

Slaves have no future. If they are not the children of the rich, no matter how good-looking they are, they will become the playthings of those people. Therefore, being able to book them for monks in advance is definitely a good way out for the people in the sinkhole.

The status of monks is higher than that of rich people. Some monks with good qualifications are qualified to climb the peak of Xuankong Temple. This is the only chance for serfs to fly up the branches and become phoenixes.

Her father always told her that no matter how difficult it was, she must be self-reliant and climb up step by step to become a master.

Basang is a foreigner. When he first came to Ye Zi's mother's tribe, he was only a boy of thirteen or fourteen. Every year there would be more people in the sinkhole. No one knew where these people came from, even he couldn't tell. .

Basang was quite likable at the beginning. He had other names at that time. The serfs also liked this sunny and cheerful boy and always liked to make fun of Basang.

Perhaps it made the rich unhappy, Basang was beaten, and the serfs were also beaten. Basang's body was covered with blood, and he couldn't help but scream, his little face full of crazy hatred and hatred. Despair, tears streaming down his face, almost collapse.It was as if someone's heart had been grabbed and then taken out decisively, and thrown into the ice and snow.

The monks and wealthy people were very happy when they saw this scene. They actually granted Basang a three-day holiday.

A dark-skinned little girl saw that Basang was pitiful, so she went to take care of Basang after the daily farm work.

Basang saw the little girl and seemed to have thought of something. He could only retreat in fear, unable to accept this fact.

Three days later, Basang's vacation ended and he worked with the serf team, even though his wounds had not healed yet.

A rich man noticed that there was a little girl taking care of Basang. He seemed to be dissatisfied with Basang's kindness, so he called the girl away.

After this, there were two more desperate little lunatics in the tribe.

From his initial innocence, Basang began to become naughty. He began to know how to observe words and emotions, even if someone wanted his best friend, that little girl.

One day, the little girl became pregnant.

Basang's body trembled, and big hot tears fell down and hit his arm. His teeth bit down ruthlessly, and blood overflowed, slowly flowing down his dark wrist and dripping on the dark soil. , the starry sky was exceptionally clear, shining on the two of them through the sparse trees and flowers, the light and shadow were mottled, as pale as frost.

For the sake of the little girl, Basang had no bottom line. He tried every means to please the rich, working like a cow or a horse. He finally got the name Basang. The little girl was not harassed during her pregnancy and gave birth to a daughter smoothly.

This daughter, whom Basang named Ye Zi, was floating on the water, not knowing where to go. She was not her father, but she devoted all her father's love to her.

Ye Zi grew up happily. She was very good-looking and the little girl had a good figure. In order to protect Ye Zi, Basang found a young monk and hoped that he would be merciful.

This is Basang's life, and it is also the past that allowed Ye Zi to grow up happily.

Ye Zi lives under the sinkhole, but she doesn't look like a local. She doesn't seem to be used to the pain of the serfs. She will be scared when she sees blood and corpses.

Ye Zi adheres to her father's will. She is very obedient to Wei Guangming. Even though she is cold, she insists and does not say anything.

Ye Zi couldn't bear the fear of the unknown, so she couldn't help but said:

"Uncle, where are we going?"

Wei Guangming noticed that the little girl's body was trembling, so he reached into the void, took out a cotton-padded coat and handed it to Ye Zi. It was not some magical power in space, it was distance-free, and he could go anywhere in the Haotian world in an instant.

"When you travel, you always have to look around. If you get tired from walking, I'll carry you on my back."

If Wei Yuzhu heard this, Wei Guangming would definitely lose his temper if he wanted to carry other girls but not her.

"I, I'm not tired." Ye Zi responded timidly. She was only 13 years old. She was short in stature, but her overall development was good.

"Okay, let's go."

Gray long-haired sheep walked slowly on the meadow. There were piles of stones in the grass, with tattered cloth flags hanging on them, exuding a strong smell of blood.

A large amount of human blood was poured on it, but no human corpses were seen.

Ye Zi noticed a Buddhist temple in the distance and shouted to Wei Guangming: "Uncle, look over there!"

"Let's go take a look."

Wei Guangming walked all the way. He had naturally discovered it a long time ago, but he was still searching for other places. This area was near the cliff, and there might be fish from the Buddha Sect that had slipped through the net. He didn't mind taking these Buddha Sect's people. Get rid of bedbugs.

It is relatively dark here, and it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to see clearly the environment on the ground.

Ye Zi was very careful, she still almost tripped.

The flower of light blooms, the road ahead is illuminated, and the leaves feel the warmth.

A small river flows through here, and waves are generated in the river, as if a strange beast is about to come ashore. A black shadow breaks through the waves, roars through the air, and finally lands in the temple.

This is a thick iron staff, exuding powerful heaven and earth energy.

A bald old monk walked out of the Buddhist temple holding an iron staff.

"Who dares to break into my Guangming Buddha Hall?" The monk was covered in golden light, and the majestic Buddha energy gathered to form a huge Buddha, standing in the void and staring at Wei Guangming and Ye Ye on the ground.

When Ye Zi saw this scene, she lost all fear. The Buddha of Light was beside her, and it was others who should be afraid.

"Smelly monk, why haven't I heard that Guangming Buddha built a Buddhist temple here?"

"You dare to blaspheme the Light Buddha, and you deserve to die." A hoarse voice came from the old monk's mouth, and the huge Buddha shadow slapped the ground with his palm.

Wei Guangming was only wearing the clothes of ordinary believers, so the monks did not notice him.

Before the Buddha's palm fell, he was defeated by the light emanating from the flower of light.

"Who are you?" A horrified voice came from the Buddhist temple. The Buddha's shadow in the sky was as powerful as the peak of the Five Realms. With the uniqueness of Buddhist practice methods, it was difficult for anyone to crack it, but Wei Guangming could easily crack it. of destruction.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better come over and talk."

What shocked Wei Guangming was that on the edge of the tiankeng, there was actually a practitioner in the realm of knowing destiny, and he used the method of formation to gather a large amount of power of faith to reveal the golden body of the Buddha just now.

Someone gave him a pillow when he fell asleep. The means to control the power of faith could be obtained from the monk in front of him.

"Okay, I'll be right over here."

The monk jumped across the river, came to Wei Guangming, knelt down and bowed his head.

"Master, have mercy. I am different from other monks. I have never done anything evil."

"Yeah, you have to tell the truth."

Wei Guangming squinted his eyes. Just now Ye Zi said something about "stinky monk", and the monk raised his hand to kill them both.

If Wei Guangming hadn't been so powerful, wouldn't he really have become a dead soul under his control?Who would believe such a person if he has never done anything evil?

"What the master said is true. As a monk, I never bully good people. I often go to the fields and give lectures to serfs. If rich people or other monks beat them, I will also help these serfs teach them a lesson." The rich and the monks, as well as the poor monks named Lianchi, once listened to Master Liansheng’s teachings.”

"Master Lianchi, I have indeed heard of your name, but in the eyes of those serfs, you are not as kind as you say."

Wei Guangming had heard of the name Lotus Pond. According to the serfs, he was not a Buddhist monk, but a demon.

Lianchi thought that by learning the Dharma, he could save all sentient beings and save the souls of the dead. When he saw many serfs in the mountains, he forced them to listen to him talk about the Dharma.

The Buddhist teachings are so obscure that even the literate monks will be confused after listening to them, let alone the serfs.

Lianchi wanted to help the serfs gain wisdom. He wanted the serfs to understand Buddhism, become monks, and become masters who could eat meat and drink wine.

Unfortunately he is not a good teacher.

He is a practitioner, and his physique is very different from ordinary people.

When the serfs needed to work, he forced the serfs to listen to his sermons. He did not care whether the serfs were hungry or sleepy, but forced them to listen carefully.

Each lecture lasted for three days and three nights. As a practitioner, Lianchi could naturally bear it easily, but ordinary people couldn't bear it.

Lianchi would not stop in the middle of his lectures, he would keep talking, and no one would be able to leave for less than three days.

Those rich people and monks often dare not disturb Master Lianchi, the big shot in Xuankong Temple. No matter what they do, they are right.

Lianchi always liked ostentation. He organized a large number of serfs to parade around under the tiankeng, carrying sedans as big as a hill.

Lianchi knows how to control the power of faith. He is undoubtedly a genius of Buddhism. He knows many Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles.

Former Liansheng also praised him, saying that he would have a bright future.

It's a pity that Lianchi practices Buddhism, but he only practices Buddhism and has no understanding of the world.

He does not understand the weakness of mortals, and often kills many mortals because of his wrong way of salvation.

He rewarded the serfs with a lot of money, but he couldn't see the serfs' greed and ordered the serfs to be executed.

In order to limit the greed of the serfs, the serfs were allowed to practice Buddhism, and even all their grain was taken away and they were asked to learn fasting.

Lianchi is a genius. He has entered the realm of destiny and can go without food or drink for three to five days or even longer.

But he also requires mortals to do the same. In Haotian's world, even practitioners in the Dongxuan realm cannot meet the standards of Lotus Pond.

There are many things like this.

Master Lianchi, in the eyes of the serfs, was the evil monk among evil monks.

Lianchi never knew that in his eyes, the Buddhist sect was evil, and people like him and Wei Guangming were right.

With the arrival of the Guangming Buddha, Lianchi felt that this was the hope under the sinkhole, so he happily imitated the Guangming Temple and slaughtered the rich and monks.

However, many serfs died in his hands.

He regretted that mortals were too fragile, so he died just by pulling it casually.

Lianchi looked at Wei Guangming with a smile. He could not recognize Wei Guangming's identity and just guessed that Wei Guangming was a big shot in Guangming Palace.

"Master, you can't say that. Mortals are stupid and don't understand our profound meaning at all. I want to teach them Buddhism and let them become real Buddhist monks. But these mortals are too stupid and cannot stand the test of my Buddha. .”

"Buddha's test?"

Wei Guangming's eyes widened, his eyebrows stood up one by one, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly. He was very angry.

Practitioners cannot deceive themselves and rarely deceive others.

Then what Lianchi said is true, and what the serfs said is also true.

It's a pity that Lianchi, who has become a practitioner, has forgotten that when he was young, he was still a mortal.

In this world, there are many practitioners who ignore mortal life.

Lianchi looked like he was asking for credit. He didn't even feel that he had done anything wrong. He just felt that mortals were too useless, and no one could become a monk.

"Yes, these serfs don't know a word, they don't understand anything. I pass on the Buddhist scriptures to them. If they learn it, they can become monks and masters. But these serfs can't understand a word. It’s really ridiculous to go in. It’s okay if they don’t listen, but it’s not okay if I don’t preach, so I lecture for three days and three nights every time to make them all listen to my Buddhist scriptures.”

Ye Zi has heard the story of Lianchi. The serfs spread the word that Lianchi is a devil, so she has naturally heard of it too.

"Nonsense, uncle, don't believe him. He is a devil. When he was teaching scriptures, he sat alone on a stone and recited without knowing what to say for three days and three nights. Then he did not let the serfs eat or drink. If he can stay where he is, the monks and rich people will not dare to approach him."

"Little girl, you don't understand anything. The Buddha said that a kind-hearted person who survives hardships will be rewarded! A kind person will definitely have good rewards in the end, but all rewards are not easy. He must survive life. All the suffering makes you better and more able to accept the rewards. Only by persisting through the suffering can those serfs survive the other side and enjoy the blessings."

"Bah, who has enjoyed the blessing? Who has enjoyed it? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Living in hell, death is also a blessing. If you think they are dead, maybe they will live better in another world."

Lianchi once worshiped Liansheng very much. Later, when he came to the Tiankeng, he felt that Liansheng was nothing more than this. Liansheng did not save sentient beings, but came to save them. So he lived in the Tiankeng all year round and suffered hardships with the serfs.

Indeed, he lives on the edge of the most difficult cliffs and eats the nastiest food. He does not join the ranks of the rich.

It's just that his Tao was used in the wrong place and he lived in such a deformed world, turning him into a real deformed lunatic.

"You killed so many people and you said it was a blessing. That's nonsense." Ye Zi yelled angrily.

"The Buddha said that suffering is a process of passage, not a calamity. After all, there is no suffering in this world in vain, and there is no fall in vain. I am a disciple of the Buddha. After listening to my lectures on Buddhist scriptures, those people who die may be able to enter the bliss of the West. world."

"Uncle, he is really a madman."

Wei Guangming nodded and said softly: "I know he is a madman."

"Master of the Hall of Light, can't you also not see through the world? We are all detached from the world, how can we be confused by the world's perspective."

Wei Guangming nodded in agreement, but then he said: "Do you know why you are so talented, but you only know the destiny?"

"May I ask Master, why is this?" Lianchi looked like he was asking for advice.

Wei Guangming is also practicing Buddhism these days. He can tell at a glance the state of the lotus pond. He has fallen into some kind of death cycle. If it breaks, the Buddhist sect will give birth to another person who knows the peak of destiny, even above the five realms. Strong.

"Because you are a madman, you can't even have normal empathy, and you still want to practice Buddhism? Other Buddhas know that they are doing evil, but you, you do evil, but you think you are doing good, and you think you deserve to die It's them, but they don't know that you deserve to die too. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but you can't regard yourself as a living being, so how can you see through the Buddha's teachings."

(End of this chapter)