"What are you talking about? There are peaches in the sky and apricots in the clouds. Who can survive the autumn in the end
Look at that, the people in Baiyang Village are sobbing, and the ghosts are moaning under the green maple forest.
Even more, the tombs are covered with decaying grass.
What's wrong is that the poor worked hard yesterday and the rich today are tortured by spring and autumn, like this, who can escape the calamity of life and death
I heard that the precious tree in the west is whistling and bears the fruit of longevity. "
This Taoist song has been floating on the river for many days, from morning to night, from night to morning, over and over again. I could only hear that the person singing was a man, but I couldn't see the person.
The river is very broad, and it is in the far west. The surrounding vegetation is lush and all things are kind. Countless monks, nuns and bhikkhus depend on this river for their livelihood. Whenever you are sick, drinking water from the river will make you feel better.
If you are not full, you can fill your stomach by drinking water from the river.
For those Buddhists, there is nothing that a bowl of river water cannot solve. If there is something that really cannot be solved, you can drink an extra bowl of river water to relieve your worries.
Therefore, the people living on both sides of the river are actually more comfortable and happy than people in other places in the world, even if most of them are naked and not engaged in production. If we use the words of the sages and sages, it would be something like, "One basket of food and one ladle of drink will make a person bear all the worries, but he will not change his happiness."
It's just that this realm of sages was not realized by themselves after all. It was all thanks to the river water.
But recently, those happy people have become a little sad, because the singing is really touching. It always makes people wonder involuntarily, are there any precious trees dancing in the West, and do they bear the fruit of immortality
If there's anything that the water of a great river really can't fix, it's death. Everyone is destined to die, and that is the most common thing. But if you can avoid death, that is naturally what everyone hopes for.
So under the quiet singing, many Buddhist disciples felt sad about death, something that had never happened in thousands of years.
Sorrow is contagious. Gradually, the loving atmosphere on both sides of the river changed, with a touch of sadness and the desire of all things for immortality.
The desire for immortality is the instinct of living beings. When this instinct is gathered together, it becomes the power of will.
The power of will is a very wonderful thing, even close to the legendary omnipotence.
At first, people could only walk on the ground. When they saw birds flying in the sky, they thought how great it would be if they could fly like birds. This wish finally came true one day for a certain practitioner. Later, someone thought about how to walk on water, and then there were boats and water-bending spells.
Everything that exists in imagination will eventually be possible with the wishes of all living beings.
Perhaps there was no whirling tree in the West, and there was no longevity fruit, but more and more people couldn't help but think about it. Gradually, their willpower gathered, and after a wonderful evolution, such a whirling tree grew between heaven and earth, bearing the fruit of longevity.
The river flows from west to east, and there are people walking upstream along the river. Near the source of the river, there is the Snow Mountain. On the top of the snow mountain is a huge treasure tree. The leaves are bigger than people and the trunk is as thick as a mountain. It is alone on the top of the snow mountain and everyone can see it.
The tree is really bearing fruit, crystal clear and full. Even if it is not the holy fruit of immortality, it is still an amazing divine thing.
There are a lot of such fruits on the trees, and under the temptation of the song, some people climb to the top of the mountain to pick the fruits. After eating, they are either as light as a swallow, or have infinite strength, and some can even spit out water and fire.
All kinds of wonderful sights spread out, and more people came to pick fruits.
Later, someone discovered one thing, that was, drinking a sip of river water could fill the stomach, but now two sips of river water were not enough.
As time passed, the magical effect of the river water became weaker and weaker, and those who ate the fruit became stronger and gradually became different from other people.
Finally one day the fruit trees in the Snowy Mountains disappeared, and the river water also lost its strange power.
Those who did not eat the fruit blamed those who ate the fruit. Those who ate the fruit relied on their magical powers and did not pay much attention to ordinary Buddhists, so there was a war.
No one noticed that the singing sound floating on the river completely disappeared one day.
Shen Lian was behind the snow-capped mountains, and opposite him was a monk with lion hair. This man is not a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or an Arhat, but he is extremely extraordinary.
That river was the monk's trick, and it was finally broken by Shen Lian using the heavenly magic of seven emotions and six desires.
Behind the snow-capped mountains is pure white. Only Shen Lian and the monk are in a strange scenery, which is incompatible with the background of this world.
The Lion Monk said: "Heavenly Lord, you can poison all living beings in just one thought, how cruel it is."
Shen Lian chuckled and said, "I don't practice good deeds."
The lion monk was speechless for a moment. He had thousands of words to advise Shen Lian, but he was gently pushed back by the other party.
He folded his hands and said, "The Western world is vast and boundless. Even if the Heavenly Lord enters, he may not be able to find the Bodhi tree. What's more, with the talent of the Heavenly Lord, there is no need for Bodhi in order to achieve transcendence."
If someone else came, he would have the Vajra Dharma to make people retreat in spite of difficulties, but since the person who came was Shen Lian, using strong methods would not be effective.
The big river was originally his means to contain Shen Lian, but Shen Lian broke it without leaving any trace, leaving him speechless.
Now that things have come to this, there is only the word "sacrifice" and nothing else.
Shen Lian said: "Even if you don't need it, it doesn't hurt to take a look."
He smiled faintly, and there was always an unfathomable air to him that made the Lion Monk feel uneasy.
The lion monk said: "The little monk can only offend the Lord of Heaven."
Shen Lian said: "I heard the term 'Vajrasattva' symbolizes 'the unbreakable Bodhicitta' and 'afflictions are the wonderful principles of Bodhi'. Even if I can't see the Bodhi tree this time, I've probably had some experience with you after I've met you. It’s harvested, so if you don’t offend me, I will also see your methods.”
The Lion Monk was a little surprised. Even among the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, very few people knew his Dharma name, but now Shen Lian got it right. He also explained the fundamental meaning of his Dharma name, which actually made him feel cold all over his body.
This person controls the universe and is almost invincible. It is only natural.
No wonder the Great Sun Tathagata warned him that if he couldn't do anything, he would retreat immediately. He didn't take it seriously. He thought he was a brave and invincible warrior, and he was afraid that he would be killed on an iron plate today.
But he has been practicing for countless years, so how can he be a person who is afraid of death and greedy for life
A Buddha's chant rang out in the pure white sky. The lion monk spread his hands, his sleeves had disappeared, revealing his golden arms, filled with the charm of Vajra Buddha, indestructible.
These hands are also called the Vajra Hands. His whole life of asceticism was concentrated on these arms. Even now, when I think about it, I sometimes secretly regret that because practicing Vajrapani delayed my holy life, I was unable to get a glimpse of the supreme essence of Buddhism.
Shen Lian also stared at the Vajra Hands, but his expression was indifferent, with a subtle sigh.