True Martial Great Emperor of Myriad Realms - Chapter 354

“He knows his heart!”

Guo fan’s face remained unchanged.

The old monk seems to be talkative, but every word seems to be exactly what he thinks.

There is no need to speak, there is an explanation.

It’s very much like the rumored Buddhist magic power. He has good heart!

“I don’t deserve it.” the old monk put his hands together and said with a smile:

“It’s just the art of connecting mind and spirit with a little understanding after many years of meditation. It can’t be regarded as his heart connection.”

“The secret Dharma of Buddhism is really mysterious.” Guo fan nodded, holding the handle of the magic knife, and his face became dignified.

He could feel that under the magic knife, there was a vast surge of anger.

His power is so strong that he can burn his mind and make his heart flame. He has to suppress it with three eyes.

If it breaks out

His eyes twinkled and he stopped moving his hands.

“Amitabha.” the old monk lowered his eyebrows and said:

“There are tens of thousands of monks and hundreds of thousands of people in the pure land. People who have established their families and businesses have multiplied here for hundreds of years.”

“If you pull out the magic knife, the common people will be robbed!”

While talking, he gently waved his cassock, and the rocks on one side immediately split on both sides, revealing the outside world.

In the sky, the Buddha’s light surges and the strength is still strong.

Under the thousand Buddha array, countless people looked up, including the elderly, children and couples holding together, waiting for the chaos to pass and repeat peace.

Although they are far apart, they can be seen clearly with Guo fan’s eyesight.

He even saw Zhao Laoliu, who was pale, and the six daughters of the Mo family, who were tight together somewhere.

“Benefactor.” the old monk said slowly:

“All things are born, and the heart Buddha rotates. What choice will you make?”

While talking, the old monk’s eyes gradually became serious. He looked at Guo fan and waited for the answer.

He was curious about each other’s choice.

This man is murderous all over and has a powerful hatred. His heart is like steel. He must be a murderer.

But strangely enough.

The old monk perceives by secret method, but he can perceive the peace and tranquility in the other party’s heart. He doesn’t look like a great villain at all.

It’s like

Living Buddha!

But how is that possible?

There are indeed allusions in the Buddhist scriptures.

Some monks kill for Buddha and obtain Bodhi, but it is the reincarnation of Bodhisattva and born with great wisdom.

This man kills countless people and is covered with blood. Why is it the same?

Can the people he killed and those who died because of him die?

This is absolutely impossible!

The old monk couldn’t understand and see through. Instead, he was more curious about Guo fan’s choice.

He can’t resist, but he hopes the other party can give a satisfactory answer.

“Peng!”

The loud noise sounded from the outside, and then there was a flash of emptiness. The arrogant invincible full of fierce meaning had rushed in.

The scene in front of him raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help grinning:

“Boy, it’s useless to give you a chance. You haven’t pulled out the knife for so long!”

“Amitabha.” the old monk looked sideways. His eyes flashed and showed a strange color:

“Benefactor, you have a deep devil’s root. Why bind yourself to cause and effect?”

“Hmm?” his words were not clear, but his eyes shrunk and glared angrily:

“Old monk, what are you talking about?”

“Benefactor.” the old monk sighed and said:

“All promising dharmas are like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity. You should do so. You are too persistent.”

“Who am I?”

“Who is me?”

“There is no solution to this problem. Why bother yourself? When you put it down, you can get rid of it?”

“Oh?” Ao Wudi raised his eyebrows and walked slowly towards the other party regardless of the magic knife in the field:

“Old monk, tell me, who am I?”

While talking, he smiled grimly and raised his knife slowly, just like an executioner about to be executed.

“Well said, don’t worry about this magic knife!”

“That’s not good…”

He smiled darkly, and his reckless knife intention immediately enveloped the whole audience. If there was any substance, the fierce killing opportunity fell.

“Amitabha.” the old monk’s face remained unchanged, his hands folded and said:

“Who is the donor, how can he ask the old monk, why do the old monk has the final say?”

“But the old monk knows that after taking the magic knife, the benefactor still can’t get the answer you want.”

“Instead, the entanglement of cause and effect will sink deeper and deeper, and you can’t extricate yourself in the end.”

Once proud invincible’s eyes shrink, his face changes a little:

“Really?”

“Monks don’t lie.” the old monk shook his head:

“The magic knife puzzles the heart and enchants the mind. Benefactor wants to prove Qingming. Isn’t holding the knife counterproductive?”

“So…” Ao Wudi nodded slowly:

“What a pity!”

“I’m not satisfied with your answer!”

The sound fell, and the light of the knife fell sharply.

“Amitabha.” the old monk sighed. His voice was very slow, but it spread to his ears faster than the light of the knife.

At the same time, an invisible force emerged, quietly enveloped the whole audience and trapped all three.

Array!

“Benefactor, why bother.” the old monk’s driving force of the array also put great pressure on him. His skin and flesh cracked and blood seeped out, but his expression remained unchanged and his voice was more stable.

“What is me?”

His hands folded, his face was peaceful, and he whispered:

“Ordinary people falsely plan to fake me, take falsehood as truth, follow their profession, do not argue about the truth, do not know their true heart, lust for glory, and can not keep the truth. They should leave without coke.”

“Outsiders blindly cling to God and me and seek Dharma outside their heart. They don’t know the truth that all dharmas are empty and cause and effect is not empty. They blindly pursue divine power, go astray, harm others and themselves, and can’t leave the six samsara.”

“The Bodhisattva pretends to be himself with the world, consciously perceives him, self benefits him, self crosses him, and obtains Bodhi.”

“My Dharma is true, not fake foreign objects.”

He bowed his head slowly towards the proud invincible:

“Benefactor is a living Bodhisattva and arhat. He has a free spirit. He doesn’t know whether it’s true or false? He doesn’t distinguish between true and false? He’s just asking for trouble.”

“Great master!” Guo fan’s face showed a solemn look and his forehead slightly:

“I’ve been taught!”

He reincarnated for several generations and fell into confusion. Fortunately, his heart was tenacious and his heart was always awake.

But what is true? What is false?

Is ontology really ontology?

Who should I be after attachment?

In the past, it was only forced to press down or set up an anchor point to keep the original heart, but now it is suddenly enlightened.

Then he put his hands together and knew the sea.

What I am is revealed by my nature. It is not in external objects or skin bags, but in the true self. Buddhism calls it Zhenru and Taoism calls it nature.

A kind of transparency and wisdom emerged, the eyebrows and hearts were moving, and the soul in the body was ready to move.

“Well said!” Ao Wudi also sighed softly:

“It’s a pity that I am not me and he is not him. Gratitude and resentment can’t disappear and resentment can’t be calmed. That’s what happens in the world.”

“Benefactor,” said the old monk

“There is infinite firepower here. Once the magic knife is pulled out, hundreds of thousands of people in the pure land will be robbed.”

“I can’t pull it out!”

“Hundreds of thousands of people?” proud invincible sneered:

“What does it have to do with me!”

“Boom…”

As soon as his voice fell, the rocks under his feet had burst, and countless cracks spread all over the four directions.