Seeing that the old monk started to cut his body, isn't this suicide.
In the spiritual world of the dead, people are embodied by spiritual energy,
In mythology, it is called the spirit out of the body.
The old monk on the shore is tantamount to killing himself now.
When the spirit and soul collapse, it is equivalent to the annihilation of body and spirit.
At this time, in front of the temple built on piles of white bones, the old monk cut off the meat one by one, and put them on a stone table in the temple, in trays laid out in a row.
Every piece of these meats is crystal clear and transparent, it is spiritual flesh, it is the spiritual flesh cut from the pure soul.
The old monk finished cutting the flesh and blood on his chest, and began to cut the flesh and blood on his stomach. After a while, only a thin film of flesh remained on his body, still connected to the bones.
At the same time, the old monk became weaker and weaker.
"Amitabha."
The old monk suddenly sang a Buddha's name in a low voice.
"If the benefactor goes out, please tell the monastery on his behalf that the poor monk is willing to go to hell with his body today to save one person. If someone in the monastery asks if it is worth it, the benefactor will help the poor monk answer twelve words, 'Great compassion without tears, Great enlightenment is speechless, laughter is silent', they will understand the great wish of the poor monk before the Buddha. It is time for the almsgiver, Amitabha Buddha."
The old monk turned around and said softly to Mr. Fu who was passing by on the river. There was no pain or resentment on his face, only compassion.
After speaking, the old monk sat down with his legs crossed, put his hands together, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.
As the old monk recited Buddhist scriptures, his body began to be crystal clear, as white as a glass body. Glass is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. It is said that Jingliuli is the ground, illuminating the darkness of the three realms, exorcising evil and subduing demons.
When the golden body of colored glaze spread all over the old monk's body, bang!
The body of the old monk, as well as the flesh and blood on the stone desk, all turned into crystal clear and bright powder, covering the entire temple.
Fang Zheng was taken aback.
Is this master passed away
Surprised from the bottom of my heart, who is the person who the other party wants to save at the expense of himself? What kind of vicious person is, who wants this master to build a temple on a pile of bones, who is suppressed in the temple!
At the same time, Fang Zheng's face was filled with awe.
Regardless of whether cutting meat and feeding the eagle talisman does not conform to universal values, Fangzheng felt the utmost admiration for this master from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't help but think of the words of this eminent monk before his death:
does it worth
Answer: Great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, and great laughter without sound.
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"Another old friend from the past has left, and there is one less master among the original group of masters left behind. This time you left, it was smooth and free of worries..." Mr. Fu sighed with emotion.
Fangzheng's expression changed, listening to Mr. Fu's words, he and the eminent monk are old friends who have known each other for a long time
Mr. Fu stood silently, staring at the temple on the pile of bones, the face of a dead man who had never expressed any expression, there was no sadness, no joy, anger, sorrow or joy, but Fangzheng knew that at this moment, Fu stopped the movement of his hands and stood silently. Sir, facing an old friend sitting in front of me, the sadness in my heart will never be felt by outsiders.
Even Fangzheng fell silent, silently watching a temple on the shore, a retired eminent monk.
The boat drifted along the current, ups and downs, and the spiritual world of the deceased was as dead and silent as if there was only black and white withered world.
The sound of iron chains came from the calm and quiet temple, and there were people in the temple! !
Under Fang Zheng's gaze, a little girl with a non-human aura that didn't match her age came out of the temple. She looked about eleven or twelve years old.
But she was handcuffed by an iron chain, which stretched into the unseen depths of the temple.
Every time the little girl took a step, the iron chains on her feet would clang against the ground.
Dangdang... When the little girl took a few steps, the sound of iron chains came out again from the temple, and she came out again with exactly the same name as a little girl carved out of a mold. She was also eleven or twelve years old, and her feet were also handcuffed with iron chains. . But the expression on the little girl's face was different, it was a kind smile expression.
twin
clang clang...
The two little girls took a few steps one after another, and the sound of iron chains mopping the floor was heard again from the temple, and another little girl with the same name came out unexpectedly.
This time, the expression on his face was also very different, this time it was a cowardly expression.
Next is the fourth little girl with hate expression, the fourth little girl with happy expression, the fifth little girl with thinking expression, the sixth little girl with dumbfounded expression, and the seventh little girl with innocent expression...
Fangzheng was surprised to see dozens of identical little girls walking out of the temple, each of them had a different expression on their faces, as if implying human emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, joy and hatred.
None of them are duplicates.
There is also a saying in Buddhism that there are three thousand threads of affliction. There are as many threads of affliction as there are. As long as you are still in this world of mortals, everyone has afflictions.
At this moment, on the bank of the river, there is a dense row of little girls who look the same, more than a dozen, and the sound of iron chains is still coming from the temple. In a small Buddhist temple, it seems to be connected to another world. , and more little girls came out. At this time, these little girls stood in a row on the bone mountain by the river bank, with faces with different expressions, all looking at the boat that was drifting away with the current.
Fangzheng's scalp felt a little numb when he saw the weird scene in front of him.
Being stared at by dozens of children who look the same all the time, this scene is very strange no matter how you look at it.
At first he thought it was twins or triplets, but soon found that it was not what he thought, this little girl was definitely not a normal person.
These little girls have different expressions, or it is more appropriate to say that each represents an embodiment of an emotion.
To understand it in layman's terms, this is the spiritual world, so there are so many little girls in front of me, it should be that the multiple personalities broke through the shackles of the physical body, and all ran out in the spiritual world.
A person is a personality. How many personalities does this little girl have
In reality, dual personalities are already weird enough. There must be at least dozens of personalities here, right? !
The little girl in the temple still didn't finish walking until the boat went far away and the view was blocked by a thick sea of fog behind her.
Fangzheng looked serious and thoughtful.
Could it be that the terrifying existence in the Buddhist temple that the eminent monk has been suppressing and wanting to save, even cutting his flesh to feed the eagle, and dying himself in the Buddhist temple, is this little girl with schizophrenia
Fangzheng originally thought that Mr. Fu might explain it to him. Mr. Fu's behavior has always been very flat, very indifferent, and the last words of the old monk before he passed away, it shows that Mr. Fu is clear about what is going on. But for the rest of the journey, Mr. Fu remained silent, as if he had no intention of explaining.
Until the two of them ended the trip.
(end of this chapter)