Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - Chapter 84

Thousand Buddha Temple, water and land assembly.

With the sound of gongs and drums, today’s hustle and bustle can come to an end again, and the Buddha, the powerful, and the people all return home.

The novice monk on duty cursed and began to clean up the mess on the ground. The sun is faint on the west side. He estimates that it will be late for dinner. It is not that the workload has increased a lot. It is just that there were some poor and faithful help yesterday, but today they suddenly disappeared.

It’s really unreasonable. This matter of rituals to the Buddha is not a monk chanting scriptures. How can it be slack in three days of fishing and two days of drying the net?

“Pooh.”

He took a sip and straightened his waist. As soon as he raised his head and bald his head in the water, he found two monks who were out of place, one old and one young, walking up the mountain.

The gray monk clothes on the two monks were filled with scars, and they knew at a glance that they weren’t from the temple.

He said badly, stepped forward three or two steps, stopped the two with a long broom, and said to the old monk Amitabha.

“Let’s stay here, no orders will be placed during the ceremony in this temple.”

The novice monk’s attitude was quite arrogant, but the old monk was not annoyed, and only repaid Amitabha and held out a wooden box.

“Thank you to report to the presiding brother, that the disciple of the Northern Sect of Qianfo Temple has realized that he has returned to the temple by Master Juexian.”

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The sky was not dark, and the oil lamp was ignited early in the sutra hall.

The big monks in the temple did not leave, all crowded in this small scripture hall, all looking at one side of the room.

There, an old monk was reviewing the flesh Buddhas that were freshly baked this year. Not to mention, after a few days of the Fa conference, the flesh buddhas became like that of bronze, with golden light on their skin. At first glance, they looked like the Buddha enshrined in that temple.

But the old monk shook his head.

“The appearance is fair, but one of them is not in good condition.”

The old monk pointed to the most fringe one, and carefully observed that the golden light on the face of the flesh Buddha was indeed thinner. If you were more careful, you could see a small scar on its neck and some messy needles and threads.

“It’s a special mother.”

Upon seeing this, the monk leader whispered and shrank his huge body into the corner again.

It’s just that no one is making trouble for him now, and the great monk is making a fuss about it.

“If you want me to say, the list given by the court is too heavy.”

“Bah, if it weren’t for selling to private individuals, the court order would not be more than enough.”

“Oh, that’s not what someone said when he took money!”

…

“Well, what style is the noisy and noisy sutra hall?!”

Seeing the noisy and rapid development into a full martial arts, the host master slapped the table violently to calm the audience, and said:

“This time also take the top of the cave.”

When the voice fell, there was a knock on the door of the room.

“Come in.”

A monk opened the door, walked quickly to the host, leaned down and whispered.

The monk who sent the message stepped back and looked into the room, and the monk waved his hand and said:

“It’s nothing serious, the old monk Jue Xian is dead, and Wu Zhi sent his bones back to the mountain.”

“Oh.” The monk who checked the flesh Buddha earlier flashed his eyes, “You can leave the Dharmakaya.”

The host sneered.

“The Law Bodies can be cultivated by anyone? A box of ashes.”

After that, he turned his head and said to the monk leader in the corner.

“When it’s difficult, most of the Demon Caverns are managed by you. You can take a trip and send them to the Demon Caverns of Enlightened Evolution, so that he can go down the mountain early.”

The monk leader stood up and agreed, but he asked after he left the house;

“The money…”

The host waved his hand impatiently.

“Take a few taels of silver from the library and send it away.”

The monk leader nodded his promise, but shook his head when he went out.

“The host is also stingy. This thinks that Xian Xian’s master and apprentice can be regarded as the same door of the Thousand Buddha Temple…”

He called the monk who stood in front of the door.

“You go to the library to fetch a hundred taels, and it will be recorded on my support.”

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dusk.

The mist spread out from the mountain col, like a very thin gauze draped on the stone steps of the mountain road.

As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, the little monk’s neck kept spinning like a shaft, as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, where it looked fresh.

In fact, they are still at the foot of the mountain, and the Thousand Buddha Temple is still on the side of the mountain. Now what they see along the way are mostly flowers, plants, stones and trees, and occasionally look at a pavilion that has settled down.

From time to time, I crossed the dense tree canopy, and saw the snow-white high walls and golden glazed tiles on the mountain. All of this was never seen in the dilapidated temple where he grew up.

The little monk glanced at the Qianfo Temple monk who led the way far ahead, with his glamorous clothes and a shiny scalp smeared with tung oil. He tugged awkwardly on his body to change the size of the old monk’s clothes, and couldn’t help asking:

“Master, are we really in the same family as Thousand Buddha Temple?”

The old monk realized that his beard trembled, and blinked his eyes and said a witty remark.

“Whose family doesn’t have a developed relative yet?”

Don’t look at the two masters and apprentices in shame, but they are really in the same vein as this luxurious Thousand Buddha Temple.

This Temple of Thousand Buddhas was not originally called the “Temple of Thousand Buddhas”, but was called the Temple of Three Buddhas.

According to legend, three hundred years ago, the earth dragon in Yuzhou turned over. At that time, there were two mountains standing next to each other outside the city of Yuzhou. But this time the mountain collapsed, and Sun Shan erased his “head”, revealing a magic cave in the belly of the mountain that leads directly to the netherworld.

In an instant, the monsters in the cave rushed out, but within a few days, Yuzhou was full of bones and grievances soaring like clouds to cover the sun. At that time, there were three monks of the same sect, emptiness, emptiness, and emptiness. Self-investing in the Devil’s Cave, transforming into a three-body Buddha, transforming the evil spirits, and blessing the peace of one party. The disciples and grandchildren of the three built the Three Buddha Temple on this Yeshan Mountain in order to guard the devil’s cave of Sun Shan. Later, something happened in the temple. The old monk left in this vein, and the Three Buddha Temple was also converted into a Thousand Buddha Temple.

Of course, even though the branches have been separated, the relationship between the two parties has not deteriorated. The old monk still recognizes his identity as the Thousand Buddha Temple. When the suzerain passes away, the Dharmakaya will be sent back to the Thousand Buddha Temple and placed in the Demon Cavern. Work with the ancestor to suppress the demons.

If there is no accident, his final belonging will be sent to the cave with dust.

The old monk was feeling secretly.

“Master, Master, his old man has clearly proven that his body is immortal, why are you still burning the golden body into ashes?”

The old monk suddenly felt aroused when he heard it, and quickly looked back and forth. When no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief and gave the little monk angrily.

“What did I say…Be smarter.”

The little monk rolled his eyes and took the next sentence.

“Don’t say things that shouldn’t be said, don’t do things that shouldn’t be done.”

The old monk nodded in satisfaction.

The little monk was boring, and he simply looked at the scenery along the way.

At this time, the strange stones and old woods gradually disappeared beside the mountain road, and there were more pavilions, pavilions, and eaves paintings. On both sides, you began to see all kinds of exquisitely carved stone statues, as if you can’t wait to let visitors see-what is Jia Sapphire Land, what is the solemnity of Dharma.

The little monk watched, every time there was more novelty in his eyes, there was more doubt on his face.

Is this Dharma?

Although he didn’t speak, the old monk didn’t know what the disciple was thinking.

Back then, he returned to the mountain with his master for the first time.

It’s just that the old monk of the year was burnt to ashes and put in a small box. The young monk of the year became an old monk, and he took a new young monk and walked this old way again.

The long steps are long, and the streams are lingering.

“The cold mountain road, the cold riverside…”

“This is the poem of the Patriarch?”

The old monk nodded with a smile.

I think back then, the three monks saw Ci Hang Pudu in the air, with solemn emptiness, broad-mindedness and elegance, and was known as a poetic monk. Because of this elegance, there was also a rumor that a soul was reincarnated as a person.

“Master, it is said that our master’s reincarnation will never forget the past. If this is the case, why doesn’t his old man go back to the temple?”

“Of course it’s because the rumors are false.”

A rough voice suddenly inserted in the front, and the sturdy middle-aged monk walked in front of him. It was the monk leader who was in trouble. The night in the mountains was cold, but he only put on a thin monk’s clothes, revealing thick chest hair and firm muscles. He took a step forward, with great vigor.

“It’s just that some bald donkeys made a few crooked poems and slandered with the name of Grand Master Kong Yan.”

He saluted the old monk first, and then slapped the old monk’s shoulder with a slap, smashing the old bone.

“Brother Wu, I haven’t seen you for many years, so I’m always strong!”

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The mouth of the Huamo Cave is on the platform at the top of Sun Mountain, surrounded by cliffs, and only a cable bridge connects with Ye Mountain.

If there is no other way, I would not be happy to step on this cable bridge. He is too big and heavy, and one person can hold three or four weights. This 300-year-old creation always creaks and shakes twice under his feet, as if it will fall apart in the next moment.

However, the two masters and apprentices are accustomed to walking through mountains and ridges and visiting villages, and this is also shaking like a flat ground.

After finally crossing the cable bridge, his face turned dark when he looked up, but in front of a deep cave, a group of shirtless monks were enjoying themselves by drinking and fighting, and they didn’t even know the people on the cable bridge.

“You bastards, this is how you guard it?”

He rushed up fiercely and kicked one by one into a dog gnawing on the mud. When it was over, I was still not suffocated, and waved the big fist of the sand cone, which made the monks cried and screamed, holding their heads and mice.

“Okay, okay.” The old monk followed slowly, “It’s getting late, and it’s difficult, Junior Brother, let’s set up my Master’s Law Bodies first.”

Drinking and eating meat and gambling are also a major feature of monks in Qianfo Temple. This was annoying, and more of it was losing face in front of the Northern Sect. Seeing the old monk handed over the ladder, he also stepped down the steps neatly.

“I will pack you up later!”

After another scolding, he led the master and apprentice into the demon cave.

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The little monk often heard the master talk about the Huamo Cave. In the mouth of the old monk, this Huamo Cave is full of legends, but now I have seen it with my own eyes, but I didn’t expect it to be like this…

gloomy?

The cave was damp and cold, and water dripped from the top to the neck from time to time, causing people to fight a cold war. There was a “hissing” sound like a snake around the ear. The little monk knew that it was wind passing through the gap.

It was dark all around, and the only light came from the torch in the hands of the uncle who was more like a bandit than a monk. With this light, the little monk mustered up the courage to look up the cave.

On both sides of the cave, there are cages separated by iron bars. Most of the prisoners in the cages are shrinking in the corners, motionless, if they still hear a slight gasp, and see their heads turning with the light source, the little monk thought they were already there. died.

Maybe it’s because of those vines. The little monk found that there were some weird vines growing in the cave. The wrists were thick and thin, and the appearance was smooth and leafless. Without exception, the prisoners were tightly entangled by the vines.

Suddenly, the little monk saw that a prisoner was hung on the stone wall by a vine, and most of his body was embedded in the stone wall. If he hadn’t been stimulated by the fire, his head moved a little, the little monk would make it easy. He is a protruding rock.

Scared, the little monk took a step.

Recalling carefully, those raised blocks on the stone wall before, do they look like blurred faces?

This discovery shook his mind. When he recovered, he had fallen behind the team and was wrapped in the damp darkness in the cave. He felt that he was also turning into a stone, and he was shocked, while chanting Amitabha. Step up to keep up.

After catching up with the master’s heel again, the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a while, and finally asked in a side-by-side manner:

“Uncle Master, when are these people going to be locked up?”

After the difficulty, he answered casually:

“Naturally, it’s the time when karma is completely eliminated.”

“How can we eliminate the karma?”

The great monk stopped, took a look at him, and smiled and pointed at a prisoner half of his body embedded in the stone wall.

“Like him, it’s almost gone.”

The little monk’s heart tightened when he heard the words, and he stopped talking on his face. The monk turned his head but saw clearly, he grinned at the old monk and said:

“Brother Wu Wu, you are a very kind disciple, but it’s a pity that you used the wrong place.”

After all, he pointed to a prisoner.

“This person is called a Lu disciple, knows how to use Yin to replenish yang to change male and female, and often turns into a female body and sneaks into the backyard of the good family, taking the good girl to death.”

“This is called Pu Chi, a Gu master from southern Xinjiang, who is used to feeding Gu with blood from the hearts of living people.”

“That person is a Daoist from Longtu, a bastard, he connected the master concubine room, and destroyed his master full house.”

…

Going all the way into the cave, the monk walked with his fingers when he was in trouble, and the words in his mouth were frightening.

“How? These guys should all go to Ah Bi Hell, but it’s not worth the slightest pity.”

Although the little monk nodded and said yes, he still had some hesitation on his face. In the face of difficulty, they were extremely vicious sinners, but the little monk all the way looked at them as insensitive prisoners who were slowly waiting to die in torture.

After hesitating for a long time, he still expects Ai Ai to ask:

“Since it is a heinous crime, why not execute it right away, why bother…”

Why tortured for so many years? Although he didn’t say it, the meaning was in and out of the words. At this moment, the monk just smiled and did not answer.

Transform the devil’s cave, transform the devil’s cave. After the demons are turned away, the Buddha will naturally become a Buddha. I don’t know how many temples are in this world, and there are a lot of people who collect letters and wishes during the dharma meeting. But why this temple is known as the “thousand Buddhas” and it can sell the precious flesh Buddhas. s method.

“Intrinsic goodness.”

But it was the old monk who had never said a word, reminding him softly.

The little monk made a bitter face. Yes, I said something that shouldn’t be said.

When he was about to apologize, he suddenly rounded his eyes, pointed at the cage diagonally in front of him, and let out an exclamation. The other two were busy looking at what he pointed out.

The flames were dim, and it was not real at first glance. Only one prisoner was tied to the stone wall by vines, but after the little monk mentioned something, the two took a closer look, and the prisoner’s head was missing.

It’s hard to swear secretly.

This group of brats is really outrageous, even if they drink and play while they are on duty, the people in Te Mo’s cave won’t be able to hear it all. No, maybe they didn’t find this person dead at all. It’s time for her to practice hard!

“Presumably you can’t help but get out of jail, let’s get rid of it yourself.” The monk in trouble looked at the headless corpse and sneered.

“But……”

The little monk leaned in front of the prison door to look carefully, and after a long time he turned his head and looked pale.

“Where is his head?”

The cage was empty and unobstructed, but the prisoner’s lost head was not found.

“Does the donor want to know where that head went?”

A hoarse and old voice suddenly sounded in a prison. The little monk turned his head to look, but he was a thin monk with a loose skin, sitting on the ground with vines wrapped around him, like a dead old dog.

The little monk touched his head, but he responded.

“I am also a monk, not a donor.”

The monk made a hoarse voice.

“In the opinion of the poor monk, all the donors who can give the last bite are the donors, and the small donor is also a Zen chanting, it is better to give alms.”

Hearing this, the little monk dullly took out half of a cold steamed bun from his arms, and was about to throw it over through the iron fence. It was difficult but he opened his mouth abruptly.

“This monk participates in the Zen of cannibalism, and recites the sutra of peeling skin. The young monk wants to be the benefactor of this servant. I am afraid that just the steamed buns will not work.”

“this……”

The little monk was taken aback when he heard the words, but his mind hadn’t turned a corner yet. The monk’s eyes flashed red suddenly, and he was about to jump over with his hands and feet. Unfortunately, as soon as he made a move, the vines on his body instantly came back to life, grabbed him tightly, and couldn’t move forward at all. He stopped struggling and just grinned, salivating between his rotten teeth.

“It’s a pity that the little monk has become an old bald donkey. Why don’t you take advantage of the tender skin and tender flesh and give me alms and divide it into equal parts. Donors, don’t you say it?!”

“Exactly what I wanted.”

“There is a lot of meat on the legs, but I have to leave it to me.”

“You look pretty handsome, isn’t it a shame to just eat?”

…

When the voice fell, the prisoners in this cave suddenly became irritable, where there was the lifeless appearance before, and even the one that almost merged into the stone wall began to struggle and shake, as if to crack the wall.

The little monk was frightened by this sudden change, shaking his hands and feet at a loss.

The old monk touched his disciple’s little bald head and only sang Amitabha.

“Have you seen?” Difficulty grinned, “This is their true colors.”

After all, he took a big step forward, ignoring the threats and abuse of the slurs, as if they were all mosquito noises.

………………

The three of them went all the way down, and gradually left the prisoner’s howls behind them, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

After the difficulty, he hung the torch on the stone wall and led the master and apprentice Wu into a wide stone room.

The stone room is illuminated like the day and is dressed up like the Great Hall of the Great Hall. The main Buddha statue is enshrined on the central altar. Other accompanying Buddha statues are arranged on both sides. Other decorations, such as curtains, altars, incense burners, plaques, etc. are all available. . It is hard for anyone to think that there is such a magnificent palace deep in the belly of the mountain through the dark and deep road.

It’s just that sitting on the lotus platform is not Sakyamuni, but a Buddha with three heads and six arms. Although this Buddha wears a crown and robes, his face and skin are all lifelike. The little monk knows that this is the three-body Buddha transformed by the three masters.

He looked curiously and carefully. On the front, there is an old man with compassion. It should be the ancestor of Zihang Pudu; on the left is the angry middle-aged King Kong, who must be the grandmaster of emptiness; and the young man on the right who smiles indifferently, of course. It was the elegant poetic monk, the ancestor of his own lineage. For some reason, the little monk always felt that compared to the other two patriarchs, his own patriarch’s face seemed to have some meaning.

“Intrinsic goodness.”

“what?”

The little monk recovered, but the master was calling.

“What are you doing in a daze? Come with me to worship the ancestor.”

The little monk hurriedly responded, and followed the master to burn incense and kowtow to worship. After tossing down, he suddenly noticed that the Buddha statue next to the master was quite different. It was not as full as an ordinary Buddha statue. On the contrary, it was a little shriveled and skinny, even with five senses. Some are distorted and blurred.

“These are the dharmakayas of the sages of the past dynasties in the temple.”

The little monk suddenly raised his head and asked the master.

“Master’s Law Bodies are also placed here?”

Before the old monk could answer, the difficult monk beside him laughed.

“Only those who have achieved the immortality of the flesh and left the Dharma body alive are eligible.”

He teased the little monk hurriedly.

“Your master can only put it there.”

What the hand points to are rows of small stone caves excavated on the stone wall, a small part of which contains boxes, jars and urns of various styles.

The little monk was not convinced, his mouth bulged, “But…”

The old comprehension slammed his eyes and glared back at what the disciple had said to his lips. Then he smiled and put the urn into an empty stone cave, silently glanced at the golden remains, and squashed his mouth secretly.

Oh, there are a few fewer than when I came last time.

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On the return journey, the prisoners were naturally evil again.

Poor Benshan has seen this battle at a young age. He only hooked his head and followed the steps of the master along the way. After leaving the cave and crossing the cable bridge, he still couldn’t stop being afraid, his palms and vests were all in cold sweat.

He looked back and saw that the deep cave looked like a monster that was chosen to eat, and the guards of this monster were actually just a few dangling monks?

“With so many people, aren’t you afraid that the people inside will escape?”

The monk didn’t care about the difficulties, and replied without looking back.

“Leaving monks at the entrance of the cave is just to prevent some unknown pilgrims from breaking in.”

At the end, another sentence was explained.

“There are three ancestors sitting in the town. For three hundred years, this Demon Cavern has been in and out. No matter how deep his sorcery is and the demon flame is overwhelming, he will just turn into a stone and wait to die when he enters the cave?”

It’s okay not to say the word “death”, as soon as the little monk said what he saw in the cave. The ferocious prisoner, the living person who gradually turned into stone, described the withered ancestor, and the patriarch with three heads and six arms.

Perhaps it was frightened, and an unfounded thought flashed through, transforming the devil’s cave, transforming the devil’s cave, can it turn a demon into a Buddha, can you turn a Buddha into a demon? A ridiculous sentence blurted out.

“If the ancestor became a demon…”

Halfway through the conversation, the little monk stopped in a hurry with a bitter face. Oops, I said something I shouldn’t have said.

The monk was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter, all as if it were Tong Yan Wushu, and instead of being annoyed, he joked:

“My three ancestors are first-class gods and monks in the world.

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When I was young, the night was deep.

Beside the demon cave, a person suddenly climbed up the steep cliff.

It’s weird to say that since this person can climb the cliff, but during the action, the joints seem to be rusted, and they are indescribably stiff. He staggered and moved step by step to the front of the demon cave.

At this time, a fat monk was guarding in front of the cave, but it was a pity that this servant was wrapped in a blanket, leaning on the stone wall, full of alcohol and sleeping soundly.

The strange man stood in front of him for a long time, and the fat monk seemed to be feeling something. He grunted and said a few sleepy words before turning over and fell asleep again.

Seeing this, the strange man finally moved his stiff footsteps and gradually approached, but in the end he passed straight and walked into the demon cave.

At this time, Tianfeng pushed away the cloud, and Gouyue cast a cold light, only to illuminate a tattered monk’s robe into the dark cave.

Entering this demon cave, the movement of the monk robe became more rigid and slow, and along the way, ashes with sparks sprinkled under the tattered monk robe, slowly rolled away by the fine wind in the cave.

His arrival once again boiled the lonely cave.

“Choose me! Choose me!”

“Come in front of me.”

Most of the prisoners struggled and screamed, but he ignored them at all, staggering and staying in front of the monk’s cage.

“Hehe, did you see me? That’s fine!”

Fan Seng slowly stood up, holding the squirming and shrinking vines, moving hard step by step to the iron fence.

“It’s better to die quickly than to linger.”

As he said, he grabbed the iron fence with both hands, slammed his head, abruptly squeezed his head into the palm-sized iron fence, and sent his head in front of the monk’s robe.

The man in the monk’s robe stretched out his hand, and his skinny claws touched the monk’s neck, and his sharp nails pierced into the flesh, instantly dripping with blood.

“Come on, come on.” Fan Seng muttered to himself, “My resentment, my evil thoughts, my karma, with my head…”

Puff, skin and flesh torn apart.

Click, and the neck bone is broken.

The corpse of the fan monk fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck, and a small puddle was poured out. The **** vine squirmed, slowly dragging it towards the stone wall.

The man carried his head, staggered through the hissing prisoners, through the sitting Buddha, and sprinkled a bit of ashes along the way.

He walked around to the side of the three-shenzhen Buddha, a blind spot hidden by the lotus stand and the altar. Here, a simple altar was piled with stones. On it, instead of melon and fruit steamed buns, three shriveled heads were enshrined.

With the pulsation of the candlelight, the man raised his head and looked at the three-body Buddha, but he saw that under the tattered Dharma crown on his head, a face was as thin as a corpse, covered with white hair, and a pair of fangs protruded out for a kiss.

The zombie opened his mouth, let out a few inexplicable roars, put the head in his hand on the altar, then stepped back a few steps, stiffly bent over and bowed.

On the lotus stand, the corner of the Buddha’s mouth with a compassion smile moved slightly, and a little bit of evil appeared in the shadow of the shaking candle.