The sun is setting.
On the top of Mount Landa, there is a soil embryo that has been imprisoned for nearly 40 years. There is a slight looseness, and the golden light shines in an instant, like a clay bodhisattva cracking, revealing a bright invincible golden body. In addition to this mound on the top of the mountain, there is also an old monk wearing a tattered cassock sitting cross-legged. He is very old, with snow-white eyebrows hanging down to his knees. The folds, like a dry field, make the two white eyebrows even paler. When he saw the soil embryo loosening and the mud falling to the ground, it was clearly almost imperceptible, but it seemed to be in the ears of this Tantric Dharma King, but it seemed that the thunder was ringing in his ears, the two long eyebrows fluttered chaotically, and his figure became more and more indistinct. Move like a mountain. As an upright monk on Mount Landa who claims to have never uttered a word of lies in his life, he and another eminent monk have taken turns waiting here for more than twenty years. The white-browed old monk stood up and lowered his eyebrows. It was pleasing to the eye, only the debris kept falling, the body was covered with golden light, and the real person showed his face. At this moment on Mount Lantuo, sutras were suddenly chanted, and the mountain became more majestic and majestic in the sound of chanting. The old monk facing the east looked back to the west. The sun was setting. I don’t know if it was an illusion. Following the mound like a sleeping lion, he finally stopped dozing. After opening his eyes, he shook off the dust and began to swallow the mountains and rivers. The brilliance that was at the height of the sun was not bad at all.
Tathagata.
The elderly Dharma king turned his head slowly, and in his sight appeared an old monk who seemed to have turned his head back to the yang world. Compared with the white-browed old monk who was more than a hundred years old, he was dry and emaciated, probably weighing less than ninety catties , With such a physique, it can be said that he is really weak. Although Mount Lanta does not practice martial arts, the eminent monks of the past dynasties, like the master of the Six Jewels who are only his descendants, are not weak in realm. The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and is merciful, but at the same time he can subdue dragons and elephants with angry eyes. But the old monk in the sight of the white-browed eminent monk was silent, lifeless, and extremely still. Esoteric Buddhism preaches that the Buddha can be realized by one's own body. The Eastern and Central Plains have always been regarded as evil. In the final analysis, Confucianism and Taoism have a grudge. Now the Liyang Dynasty and Beimang destroyed Buddhism almost at the same time. In fact, it was Zen Buddhism that was destroyed, but the old monk with white eyebrows wanted to go. Seeing the general situation after this Buddhist catastrophe, he can't do it himself, he can only hope in front of this pure and impeccable lion who has made great vows to realize the Buddha himself and become a Buddha.
The withered old monk finally opened his mouth, but before his voice came out, he let out a mouthful of turbid air like gray smoke, "My own body and mind are like glass bottles, which can be broken with a single hammer. But there are millions of glass bottles for sentient beings, and the sledgehammer is in the east."
The old monk with white eyebrows looked moved, put his hands together, and sang a Buddha.
"From west to east, if I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell."
After saying this, the haggard old monk, who was older than the hundred-year-old dharma king on Mount Landa, stretched out his hand and stroked it on the top of his head, like hitting himself with a hammer, the hammer scattered golden light, and the mountain top was full of light.
The white-browed eminent monk showed sadness on his face.
With a hammer smashing the glazed heart dirt bottle, one should have realized the Buddha in one's own body and achieved the Supreme Dharmakaya Buddha, but the eminent monk knew that the monk in front of him was not like this at all. The scorching sun, which was unusually bright on the west mountain, seemed to have lost its support. After the monk empowered himself, it quickly dimmed, the afterglow disappeared, and it fell down the mountain.
When standing, the monk with two white eyebrows reaching his knees looked up again, but there was no trace of the old monk who had been enlightened for forty years. There was an epiphany in the Liangchan Temple, but this one took a long time. Only the sound of chanting scriptures could be heard all over the mountain, and the old monk sighed softly.
Outside the iron gate, an old monk skimmed across the desert and the Gobi. Once he stopped, he made a knife with his fingers, cut off the flesh of his arm, and fed the young eagles in the crevices of the mountain wall, and once he squatted in the desert to watch the insects swim. Walk. When the old monk who was on the verge of death came outside the Kuimen Pass, he seemed to be ten years younger. He stood still outside the Xiongguan Pass, dazed, his eyes dim, and he only looked at the faces of those who entered or left the prison. He came and went in a hurry, and it seemed that it took a few days and nights. When the Guansai soldiers were about to go to question him, the old monk had disappeared. There are many dangerous mountains and deep streams in the northern part of Western Shu, and the road to Shu is difficult to reach the blue sky. An old man in monk clothes is like a swan, and he comes and goes like a wind. Winter wood is in the early spring, but the eyes are getting more and more cloudy, the cassock is fluttering, and the next step is wherever you want. I meet a tracker pulling a boat on the shoal, and a monk appears at the stern of the boat, stepping on the icy river, listening to the chant of the men in Shu, Slowly push the big boat for twenty miles, then it disappeared in a flash, and swept dozens of feet in the deep mountains and old forests. With a bang, the old monk suddenly stopped, holding a winter bird that was hit and killed by him with both hands, the palms were bloody and bloody , the old monk's eyes were confused, first he suddenly woke up, mourning silently, and then fell into confusion, his eyes were lifeless. This station lasted for half a decade. The sun rises in the east, and then suddenly look back and go east again. This road walks thousands of miles of yellow sand, passing Jincheng Tangchi, Qianxun's ditch and Yangchang path, and finally set foot in the Central Plains, and sheltered from the rain under the small town's shoulder wall. Pedestrians walking with umbrellas, watching people make clothes by the knee-high stream, listening to watchmen beating watchmen under the thin moon and stars, and encountering frozen bones on the roadside in famous cities and ancient capitals, this day is as old as sixty The old monk at the age of 10 saw a word on a tombstone with mottled handwriting at the edge of a small tomb in a wilderness. For some reason, he traveled thousands of miles to see thousands of people. He had already forgotten who he was and where he was going. , Who is it that I saw, but I only remembered one word at this time, Liu.
The ignorant old monk continued to travel eastward, and one day he came to a green mountain. The wind shook the pine forest, and the sound was like waves. As a result of my mind, I floated on an ancient pine tree, looked into the distance, and heard the bursting waves of pines. After a full ten days, I said hoarsely, "Song Tao."
A Liu word that I remember firmly. In addition, the pines are like drums at this moment.
The old monk is not old anymore, he looks middle-aged, and he is not confused at forty. For this monk from Mount Lanta, who has traveled thousands of miles east and forgotten the past, this moment is indeed called not confused. With a smile on his face, "Liu Songtao."
The rivers and lakes soon learned that a young mad monk had come to the Western Regions. He was traveling all the way to the east, and his mouth seemed to be singing but not singing. .
On the endless plain, like a young monk of the crown age singing loudly, walking against the wind, it is still the useless song that began to spread in the Central Plains.
"Heaven and earth are useless, they don't enter my eyes. The sun and the moon are useless, they can't be together. Kunlun is useless, if you don't come to me. Compassion is useless, morality is useless. Purity is useless, your sleeves are empty. Great rivers are useless, going east and never returning. Wind and snow are useless, you can't It is useless to be full and warm. Green grass is useless, it dries up every year. It is useless to practice Zen, what kind of Buddha... "
The young monk swaggering forward suddenly stopped and looked up, as if looking at the scenery hundreds of miles away.
He laughed out loud, wow ha ha a series of loud laughter, suddenly resounded through the world.
The dilapidated cassock on his body began to flutter and flutter, and there was no trace of footprints where his figure passed, and a gully was torn out. The young monk rushed six hundred miles, smashing walls, breaking trees into forests, and leaping across mountains Mountain.
In the end, he collided with a white-clothed monk who was also running wildly 600 miles away.
In a radius of three miles, a huge circular pit was instantly sunken in the ground.
After the collision, the young monk paused slightly and continued to run forward, like a river flowing eastward, still laughing loudly, "Emperors are useless, only a hundred years. Hades are useless, envy me to be free. Immortals are useless, Everyone laughs... the sun rises in the east and the sun sets in the west, where am I and where am I going... "
Who in the world can stand in the way of this young mad monk
Deng Tai'a has gone out to sea to visit immortals, and Cao Changqing is dedicated to restoring the country. Could it be Wang Xianzhi in the city of Emperor Wu
People in the world don't know that there is a mountain between the mad monk and Wang Xianzhi.
On the main peak of Zhulu Mountain, there are three thousand white jade steps.
A white-clothed devil who has recently entered Zhulu Mountain dominates the world.
One red and one blue are two big fishes with aura, like carp but not carp, like jiao and not jiao, with extremely slender whiskers. The twin fish float in the air like swimming water, swimming mysteriously beside the white-clothed body.
Apart from the two strange things beside the white clothes, there are two men with different ages standing one at a time and sitting next to the steps. The young man is less than 30 years old, with a short stature and a dull face. The older man was about forty years old, and carried a long cloth bag, which contained a broken spear.
The middle-aged man asked softly: "Master, ask Deng Mao to stop that monk from the Western Regions?"
It was the language of Bei Mang.
The man in white asked plainly, "Can you stop Tuoba Bodhisattva?"
The man who called himself Deng Mao laughed at himself and shook his head. The meaning of the leader is very simple, only if you can stop Tuoba Bodhisattva, you can stop that gray-clothed monk, after all, this person failed even the white-clothed monk Li Beware.
The short man said: "Even if he is Liu Songtao who escaped a catastrophe back then, he may not be able to beat the current Wang Xianzhi and Tuoba Bodhisattva at his peak."
The man in white sneered, "Wait until you defeat Deng Mao, the number nine under heaven, before you say this."
Deng Mao laughed softly: "Sooner or later. Beimang will rely on Hong Jingyan and this kid to support his face in the future."
The man in white didn't refute, and walked down the steps slowly.
Nearly a thousand big and small demons crawling on the steps bowed their heads.
The man in white looked towards the west expressionlessly.
Li Xiaoxin doesn't want to be entangled, so I, Luoyang, will fight with you, Liu Songtao!