Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 435 Nineteen Hells
It was dark and boundless.

This place is like hell, but even more terrifying.

It's like a deep harbor that has completely fallen into darkness, making it impossible for people to get a glimpse of its true appearance.

After a long time, a silver-haired man suddenly appeared, followed by a silver auspicious beast with a tiger head, a single horn, dog ears, a dragon body, a lion tail, and unicorn feet.

It came quietly, very well-behaved, and never surpassed the former one step.

The silver-haired man looked at this place and sighed.

"The underworld is boundless, so once you fall here, it will last thousands of years."

This person's voice faintly illuminates the dark deep Hong Kong with the Buddha's light.

In the blur, it seems that a man in the deep harbor is sitting quietly, his body is troubled by countless iron chains, and there is a word engraved in front of him: ride!
Looking closely, the handwriting turned out to be engraved drop by drop of sweat.

One can imagine how long it will take to do this.

"Thank you to the Bodhisattva for saving the poor monk with the means of overshadowing the sky." The man said.

"But you shouldn't come here, do you know where this is? Even though I've been here for thousands of years." The white-haired man shook his head and said.

"Hell, this is not hell, as long as the heart is bright, all places are heaven."

"This is indeed not hell. The world only knows that the eighteen hells lock demons, but they don't know that there is another place under the eighteen hells, which is this place, the nineteenth hell."

"But this is the only place where I can escape their detection, and I have nowhere to go."

"How high-spirited you were in the past, is it worth it now?"

"A Buddha is not a Buddha, but a demon. I have never regretted it."

The white-haired man: "A Buddha is not a Buddha, he is not a demon."

"In the past, you said that hell is not empty, and you vowed not to become a Buddha. I watched you leave the Daxiong Palace, and I was extremely envious in my heart. You are so high, and now I can finally say a vow not to become a Buddha. "The bound young man said with a light smile.

The white-haired man shook his head: "But hell is still not empty after all."

"But as long as there is a Buddha in your heart, you can practice anywhere!"

"I am practicing Buddhism, but I vow not to become a Buddha."

"I don't practice Buddhism, I practice common people!"

The light was boundless, and the two sat quietly.

"No Jin, Xuanzang, from what you see now, what is Mahayana? What is Hinayana?" the white-haired man asked.

"The Mahayana is dominated by the world and the human heart. It is the Mahayana that takes people out of the sea of ​​suffering. However, the Dharma I have seen is the so-called 'Mahayana' that has gradually lost its true colors in the struggle for power." The man murmur.

"The world is the world of the people in the world. If there is no one, how can we come to the world and how can we come to the orthodoxy? The so-called Mahayana is just a group of people who have lost their hearts in pursuit of interests." He closed his eyes slightly and vomited lightly.

The white-haired man listened quietly like this, which seemed to make sense.

What is Mahayana?What is Hinayana?What are the divisions of Buddhism?

Didn't the original Buddhist teachings put people first and all beings are equal?

Isn't it to take sentient beings out of the sea of ​​suffering?
Isn’t this the common philosophy of everyone at the beginning of practicing Buddhism?
But now it has changed, it has really changed, they are only fighting for the appearance of the next throne, they are eager for power.

People-oriented is nothing more than believers-oriented. As for those non-believers, life and death depend on fate.

No one can interfere, he has been here for a long time, and he has come to hell since he doesn't know when.

At the beginning of the sentence, if the hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he was getting farther and farther away from the Buddha, and he was not together at all.

Because hell has never been empty, nor can it be truly empty, unless the light reappears.

The current Buddhas or immortals cannot bring that kind of light, and can dispel all dark light.

As for the so-called sea of ​​suffering, it is even more ridiculous, it is just a sea of ​​suffering created by them to cross people.

While talking and laughing, my Buddha is merciful, while pushing all living beings on the shore into the sea of ​​suffering.

Pick it up with your backhand, repeat it over and over again, go back and forth, and achieve great success!
It's just that he didn't want to go this way, so he came to hell, and used his own method, using the Dharma he first knew, to save sentient beings, although it was very slow.

So that later, every time he saved a person, he planted a flower, the male was on the left side of the bank, and the female was on the right side of the bank.

Back and forth, the flowers on the other side bloom here and there for years!

He didn't know how long it had been, but the [-]th floor of hell was still lively.

"When you practice the common people's way, you are the real Mahayana. My Buddha is merciful, and I am not good at fighting. The greater the power, the greater the desire. There are always people who say that to become a Buddha or an immortal, you have to sever your desire. In fact, it is wrong. Until today I Only then did I understand that the so-called becoming a Buddha and an immortal is just to curb desire and lock it in the corner of my heart. It cannot touch the light, but it can touch the darkness. Darkness breeds desire. What is waiting is a key to unlock it. After that, the surging thoughts will burst through the dam in my heart in an instant!" The man said softly, and every word fell into the white-haired man's heart.

Finally, the white-haired man raised his head: "It seems that you have enlightened."

The man bound by the iron chain raised his head, it was dark and dull, except for his eyes, which exuded exquisite light.

"Your eyes used to be perplexed by seeking truth, but now it seems to be the vicissitudes of enlightenment!" the white-haired man said softly.

"I want to leave."

"Yes, the world has changed, do you know? A golden cicada appeared again. He was relegated to the earth, changed his name to Sanzang, and walked on the road that you didn't finish at the beginning." The white-haired man said softly.

In his imagination, the man sneered: "Sure enough, anyone who goes against what he thinks in his heart can just move his finger, and he can recreate one, but on this road, can he really seek it?"

The white-haired man knew who he was talking about: "He hasn't enlightened yet, no, it's not that he hasn't enlightened yet, but in front of the throne, he chooses not to enlighten!"

"He is very powerful, has a thorough study of Buddhism, and has excellent aptitude. He does not allow others to disobey him, not anyone. Even his second disciple who was very important to him at the beginning, he does not allow others to make mistakes under his arrangement."

"Perhaps from the beginning, the road has already been arranged by him. Every step, when to take the next step, what he cultivates is just a pawn for the throne."

"Since I can't disobey, I will go to ask with the anger of the nineteenth hell. The path he did is the same as the Buddha path he taught us back then."

The white-haired man shook his head and chuckled: "How is it possible, let him admit his mistake?"

Gradually, the flames in the nineteenth floor of hell surged up, but they would not engulf the two of them. The two of them seemed to be sitting here all year round, even if the boundless karmic fire in the nineteenth floor of hell would not attack them.

It was such a force that the two of them fell into silence.

"The world has changed. He will definitely arrange for someone else to continue the journey you didn't finish," the white-haired man said softly.

"I always have to leave."

"I won't stop you, but once you walk out of the nineteenth floor of hell, he will definitely notice." The man in white warned.

"So what, I'm going to the Western Paradise, to the Daxiong Palace shining with supreme light and ask, what is the Buddha!"

"What is the difference between Mahayana and Hinayana?"

No one can stop him.

After the karmic fire, his upper body was naked, and countless fan texts were engraved on his body, so he was not a Buddha.

When the karmic fire ignited, he threw the brocade cassock on his body into the karmic fire, and gave up the nine-ring tin rod in his hand.

The Buddhist so-called put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

He puts down the Buddha now, and will not be a Buddha forever.

If you haven't picked it up yet, how can you talk about putting it down? He couldn't believe that the teacher who taught him so hard for countless years actually did something completely different from what he taught him.

He couldn't bear it, the road was pointed out, so he had to go back anyway, go back and tell his master that he had put it down, and he would kneel to the Buddha and retreat from now on!
From now on, he will be a person who only cultivates the common people and only crosses the world.

"I am a golden cicada. From the moment I opened my eyes, I began to grab the obstacles that bound me around me, step by step, because I want to see the sky, I want to see the light.

I don't know how many years, how many changes, I finally came out and dug a hole in the ground. When the first beam of moonlight came down, I found a truth-seeker beside the ancient tree. He quietly Inquiry, he enlightened the Dao, he was moved to tears.
Hearing Daoming, climbing an ancient tree, staying for a day, and being born out of the shell, I got a new life.

Buddhism is impermanent, I saw him again, but at this time he was no longer the one who asked, talked, or shed tears under the ancient tree.

He has changed, very strong, very powerful, he held me in the palm of his hand, and said to me: "Xiao Chan, I accept you as my second disciple, from now on you will practice with me, okay?" '

Until now, I found that everything was wrong, very wrong, after all, I am nothing more than a cicada, a golden cicada. Every day, many people break through the barriers of the soil and see the bright sky. Maybe after me, someone will appear Beside the ancient tree, but no one can see him asking, talking, and crying beside the ancient tree.

Because at this time he has reached an unreachable height, there are countless people under his feet pouring out the confusion in their hearts, and he explains them one by one. "

The man stood up, took out a plain white robe from nowhere, wrapped his body tightly, and the nine ring scars on his head were burning with warning flames, trying to engulf the world, but finally they were hidden under the robe.

He held a tin rod carved from ancient wood in his hand, and the iron chain fell away by itself.

He got up and looked at the vast land.

"I am back."

One step is confused, independent and mysterious!

The white-haired man watched his back gradually go away, sighed in vain, and was lost in thought.

The white auspicious beast rubbed against its legs, as if saying: We should go too.

"Yeah, it's time to go." The white-haired man sighed.

"After the trip to the west, I think you can also know what you want to know the most. He has also returned. He will always reproduce the old events of the year."

He, who has been thinking about the sun and the moon in the nineteen levels of hell, has not disappeared and has returned.

It's just that he can't say it, because this is not just a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, it is more about this bigger conspiracy.

After a long time, he sighed: "Let's go, listen carefully, the sky is already in chaos, this land, don't let it collapse."

Unbearable like the earth, quiet and deep like a secret treasure!
(End of this chapter)