Hearing the words of the mechanical monk Jingfa, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were taken aback at the same time.
Jingfa stared at them for two seconds with flashing red eyes, and then said to Long Yuehong:
"You don't know the age."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Shang Jianyao, and said without emotional ups and downs:
"you know."
ah? Long Yuehong looked sideways at Shang Jianyao in a dazed and astonished manner:
The two received the same education, lived in the same environment, and were often inseparable.
Shang Jianyao raised his eyebrows slightly and answered calmly:
"I heard a little."
On the black face made of pure metal, the red light flashed again:
"The end, the beginning, the end of the year, the beginning of the year...
"You know it from the believers of Siming."
Shang Jianyao, who felt strange just now, immediately confirmed one thing:
The mechanical monk opposite seems to be able to hear a part of his inner voice!
Long Yuehong couldn't even think about the name Si Ming, and also sensed something was wrong.
The Pure Law did not continue, but simply explained:
"Sui Sui is the god who controls the years and controls the world. There are thirteen gods in total, corresponding to different months."
"Isn't it only twelve months?" Long Yuehong pointed out the obvious problem.
He roughly understood that Zhi Sui was a popular religious belief, or myth and legend on the surface.
Jingfa's voice was low and cold, not like a human voice at all:
"There is one who is in charge of the leap month, or, in other words, the whole year, the whole year."
Without waiting for Long Yuehong to ask again, Jingfa went straight to the point:
"Our sect says that the physical body is nothing, and the four elements are empty, because this world itself is the dream of my Buddha's world."
Shang Jianyao suddenly spoke, interrupting the words of the mechanical monk Jingfa:
"The world is free and the Tathagata? Isn't it Bodhi?"
The Pure Law puts his hands together and says:
"The Tathagata of the World is the Buddha of the past, the one who created the world, and the Buddha Bodhi is the Tathagata of the present world, the beginning of the consciousness of all things.
"Didn't you guys just want to ask who is in charge of the leap month, which represents the year of the whole year
"The poor monk is telling you now, it is the world free Tathagata."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong had a look of surprise on their faces at the same time, and nodded slightly invisibly.
The law of purification lowered his head and recited:
"Nan Wu Shi is free."
In a low voice, he straightened his metal skeleton back, kept his hands folded, and bowed slightly at the towering "chimneys".
"Do you want to ask, why does the poor monk salute the tower of iron and steel making?" After Jingfa raised his body, he took the initiative to express the thoughts of Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, "That's because I am at ease in the Buddha world. The Tathagata also has the honorary name 'Buddha', which is another name for the Buddha, and also represents a pagoda. Therefore, when we recite the Buddha's name, we should pay respect to the highest pagoda around, which can be a pagoda. It can also be a water tower, an iron tower, a signal tower, a high-voltage electricity tower.”
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong originally thought that the mechanical monk's purification method was coherent and logical, but when they heard the second half, they began to feel a little strange.
Jingfa didn't know if he noticed the voices of the two, so he stopped in time and said:
"Besides the ascetic, I have another honorable name in the Buddha World."
"What is it?" Long Yuehong blurted out.
Jingfa still sits cross-legged, and there is no emotion on the face made of pure metal:
"Zhuang Sheng."
"Zhuang Sheng... Zhuang Sheng is a senior... Zhuang Sheng is a fan of butterflies..." Shang Jianyao couldn't help but muttered to himself.
Jingfa's head moved up and down:
"What Zhuang Sheng dreamed of was our world.
"You should have all had dreams and know that in dreams, everything is illusory, and all the intersections of all feelings are just karma. , sickness, death, separation of love, reunion of hatred and hatred, inability to seek, the suffering of the five yin flourishing."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong thought about it carefully, and somehow felt that what the mechanical monk said made sense.
Of course, the premise is that this world is really just a dream of a god.
At this moment, Jingfa changed the subject and said:
"The two benefactors wait a moment, the poor monk will do some maintenance."
"..." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong stared blankly at the mechanical monk in the robe and cassock on the opposite side, opened a metal lid on his waist and abdomen, and took out a plastic bottle from it.
Then, he unscrewed a small metal cap at the "clavicular" position, and poured a little of the sticky yellow "grease" in the plastic bottle into it.
"This is..." Shang Jianyao said curiously.
He didn't expect Jingfa to answer, but the other party said calmly:
"Special lubricant."
The expressions of Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong stagnated on their faces for two seconds at the same time, and instantly I had a ridiculous feeling of why I thought what this guy said just now.
The net method seemed to be unaware. After putting away the special bottle of lubricating oil, he raised his head and looked at the two people on the opposite side with flashing red eyes:
"The two benefactors, Gui Geng?"
"?" Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong couldn't understand what the other party wanted to ask for a while.
The textbooks in "Pangu Creatures" place more emphasis on poetry and idioms rather than ancient prose.
Jingfa doesn't care either, and uses a more popular question instead:
"How old are the two donors?"
"21." Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong answered in unison.
Jingfa pulled up the red cassock and put it over his knees:
"The two of you are still young, so you may not feel too deeply what the poor monk said just now, but you can wait another 30, 40, 50 years. After more and more diseases and the same number of tragedies I have seen, I can understand the meaning of suffering for all living beings.”
Shang Jianyao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he closed it tightly again.
After a few seconds, he said seriously:
"However, we have all done genetic modification, and after 50 years, our bodies should still be very healthy."
Jingfa was at a loss for words, but quickly recovered:
"But it will eventually pass away. In the long years, there is no essential difference between fifty years and one hundred years."
Long Yuehong wanted to refute two sentences, but she looked at the grenade launcher on the left arm of the mechanical monk, Jingfa, and rationally gave up this plan.
"You're right." Shang Jianyao looked back from the same place.
The red light in Jingfa’s eyes flickered slightly:
"What do you think is real in dreams? Judging from your usual dream experience."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong thought about it and shook their heads one after another.
Jingfa's cold and emotionless voice sounded again:
"Actually, there is only one thing that is true in dreams, and that is self-awareness. When everyone dreams, they know that I am who I am.
"You two, don't you understand? Everything is empty, and consciousness is true. When you get rid of the shackles of the physical body and truly control your consciousness, you can get out of this dream, step into the pure land, and gain eternal life and bliss."
"So, how can we truly control our self-awareness?" Shang Jianyao replied habitually.
Pure Law pointed to himself:
"Using the device to upload consciousness into the robot body allows you to easily and directly get rid of the physical constraints."
"But shouldn't normal religion emphasize self-cultivation?" Long Yuehong said some words sporadically mentioned in the textbook "Pangu Creatures".
Jingfa said in a monotonous, unwavering voice:
"Three thousand of Dharma-rectification and forty thousand of side gates, each path is different, but all lead to the Pure Land.
"Our monk sect chose the technology and preaching of the three thousand Dharma."
Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong's lips moved, their thoughts were messy, and they couldn't respond.
The mechanical monk Jingfa continued:
"When you put down your physical skin and upload your consciousness to the robot's bionic chip, you can see the Pure Land of Bliss, the so-called 'new world' on the dust.
"This will enable you to comprehend the Dharma and gain certain magical powers.
"The poor monk was able to hear the voice in your heart just now because of the compassion of my Buddha and Bodhi, which made the poor monk realize his mind. Of course, the poor monk is not enough, and he can't hear too much in-depth content."
... Why did he expose his shortcomings so naturally? Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong flashed such a thought together.
Jingfa clasped his hands together, and whispered a Buddha's name before saying:
"Monks don't lie."
"... What is a fruit position?" Shang Jianyao asked another doubt.
Jingfa's voice answered without hesitation:
"Consciousness upload is not the end, but the beginning.
"The science and technology of science and technology is not the core, but an auxiliary, and their function is to provide better conditions for us to comprehend the Buddhadharma.
"When the flesh and skins are abandoned, we can see the world from another angle, so as to better understand the Buddhadharma and understand that the four elements are empty.
"This is a process, and the key point in the process is called the fruit state. When you attain the fruit state of 'great arahant', you can truly enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss and transcend the world."
After explaining this, Jingfa glanced at Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong:
"For the two of you, this is a bit more esoteric, so let's stop there for today.
"The poor monk can see that you will walk on the dusty soil, and I hope you can experience the world's affairs and realize that all living beings are suffering and the body is nothing.
"At that time, if there is a chance to meet again, the poor monk will take you to the Pure Land of Glazed Glass."
When Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong saw that the mechanical monk took the initiative to end the mission, they were overjoyed, and they dared to ask questions.
They got up quickly, walked to the side, and made way.
"If you don't want to call the poor monk's dharma name directly, then call it a Zen master." Jingfa said with his hands clasped together.
He immediately threw his cassock, returned the same way, and disappeared around the corner.
After watching him leave, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong glanced at each other, and also followed the road they came from, out of this rusty steel "forest".
At the gate, Long Yuehong looked around, calculated the distance, quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, and pressed the button:
"Team leader, we met the monks of the monk order!"
This is what Shang Jianyao wanted to do, so he didn't stop it.
"What? What's its name?" Jiang Baimian's voice rang out along with Zizi's electric current.
Near the towering "chimneys", the mechanical monk Jingfa who was walking step by step into the depths of the ruins of the steel factory suddenly stopped.
The red light in his eyes suddenly brightened, his neck turned stiffly, and extremely cold and emotionless words spit out from his mouth:
"The woman's voice..."