Long Live The Emperor! - Chapter 437 - 3. I and Ru Anxin (first shift)

Chapter 437 3. I and Ru Anxin actually (first more)

In the night and autumn rain, carrying the desolation, quietly knocking on the eaves,

And slipped down with the inclination of the ridge of the ancient house,

Drop by drop, it shattered on the stone steps in front of the water-sheltered door, and dazzled white flowers bloomed.

In the originally silent room, the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly sounded.

That voice obviously didn’t use any power, but it contained an indescribable magic power that could make people feel at ease.

A simple sentence, read by others, and the voice read, will be completely different results.

People read the words

That voice reads meaning

Others are parrots who read what they see.

The sound was like a **** hand waving away the sky full of blue clouds, just like a clear moon hanging in the sky, making people sink into it with difficulty.

Inside the room, the two wolf demons had closed their eyes tightly. Following the guidance of this voice, they felt peaceful in their hearts as they were led to the Pure Land. Many unexplored places were loosened.

Outside

Beyond the back fence, there are still people.

The dim light outlines the outline of an ascetic monk.

The ascetic monk saluted in front of him with his right hand, holding a stick in his left hand, wearing straw sandals, and heavy shackles between his legs, which made him never able to move too far.

He wears a hat,

At this time, the rain was falling down the hat, some directly on the wet mud with some withered grass roots, and some on the mottled twelve tin rings of Zen sticks drooping from the four directions.

In this world, all monks who can use the stick, to some extent, have the power or reputation recognized by the world.

But these are exactly what the real monk does not need.

A true monk has nothing more than a right result.

Strength is just taking it along the way and relying on it to go further and see more.

If you need to abandon your strength and get the right result, then every true monk will agree without hesitation.

This ascetic monk is like a bronze statue on a rainy night, standing quietly outside the fence, immovable like a mountain.

He met the two wolf demons on the road, and for fear of the demons harming others, he followed all the way.

But now the wolf demon has entered the mortal house and has shown its fangs. This ascetic monk should have taken action.

This is the purpose of his coming here.

However, the ascetic did not move.

Because he is listening to the scriptures.

The scriptures are not long. After about a stick of incense, they have already been recited.

The two wolf demons raised their heads and found that the young man, who was obviously just an ordinary person, was still sitting in the darkness, like a magnificent sun, extremely radiant.

Do not know why

At this time, the two demon’s moods have undergone tremendous changes, and the evil thoughts that came when they came have caused the two demon’s hearts to suffer.

They knelt down on the ground, and their black hair phantom fell from their temples, trembling with the trembling and suffering in their hearts at this time.

In the darkness, there were loud gasps, and the two demons were indulged in the flames of sin and karma, and the illusion of **** and the boundless sea of ​​suffering were born in front of them, and they were unable to extricate themselves and liberate themselves, thus shaking their minds.

They never thought that this would happen after listening to a scripture.

clatter.

clatter.

clatter.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, and their hearts beat with the sound of footsteps.

Then, the two demons only felt that they had a big hand covered on their heads.

The big hand gently stroked their hair.

A voice like a divine enlightenment came from the darkness above:

“Do more good deeds.”

These four characters were like a straw that rained before the eyes of the two demons, and they broke free from the burning sin karma.

With that big hand covering their heads, the two demons felt extremely relieved inexplicably.

The flame of sin karma, the illusion of hell, is slowly disappearing, and the trembling mind is slowly calming down.

And in this violent shock, they only felt that their souls were washed, and when they opened their eyes, they only felt a lot more peaceful.

The two wolf demons who turned into women didn’t know where they had encountered great power. Although this great power seemed to be just an ordinary human appearance, this miracle must be a great power.

As a result, the two demon squatted their heads and bowed, and then retreated slowly and respectfully.

Peace was restored inside the house.

Xia Ji sat in Qiuyu’s house, quietly waiting for Miaomiao’s return.

Not long after, he heard the sound of footsteps, the crisp sound of lightly clashing shackles, and the sound of metal rings.

The pace was not hurried or slow, and soon arrived at the door.

There was a knock on the door after a moment of silence.

“The monks pass by here and want to go inside to shelter from the rain.”

When Xia Ji heard the voice, there was a clear understanding in his heart that “it really is so”.

Amitabha Buddha in the previous life must have encountered the wolf demon, but at that time Amitabha had not grown up, he could not deal with the wolf demon with his own ability.

And the monks who knocked on the door at this time explained the problem.

This is likely to be a Buddhist monk who saw the wolf demon on the road, and was afraid of causing trouble, so he followed.

After that, he didn’t know whether “Amitabha was favored by the host of a large temple” had anything to do with this ascetic monk.

However, Xia Ji heard the ascetic monk’s words, but did not answer.

Because he understood that this ascetic monk came here not to take shelter from the rain, but just after hearing him recite the scriptures, he wanted to see him and see if there was an opportunity for enlightenment.

If you are sheltering from the rain, you can enter the house.

So I asked for the truth, but it didn’t work.

Therefore, he did not answer, but sat quietly in front of the bench, concentrated, as if he had completely forgotten the people outside.

The ascetic monk only asked, but instead of asking the second time, he took three steps back and stood in the autumn rain, letting it wash his body.

An hour later.

In the ordinary hut, finally came the calm voice of the teenager.

“You have been standing in the rain, what is your wish?”

The ascetic monk was taken aback for a moment, but frankly said: “The monks have asked for the truth so far, wanting to go in to shelter from the rain.”

The young voice floated from the house: “The gods have worked hard for the supreme enlightenment, and they have spent their entire lives, or have nothing to gain. If you just seek this great way with ordinary determination, I think it will be in vain.”

The ascetic monk smiled slightly and suddenly gave his strength, his right hand was cut off in half and fell into the rain.

His complexion didn’t hurt or hurt, as if his body wasn’t his.

Then, he bent over and picked up the broken arm, and whispered softly: “Monk, I have broken my arm.”

A voice came from the house: “Excuse me.”

The ascetic monk stood in the rain of night, silent for a moment, and said one word at a time: “My heart can never be at peace. Please be at ease for me.”

The voice from the house floated: “Take my heart out and let me set it up for you.”

The sound itself contains infinite tranquility.

It seems that everything between heaven and earth has settled down.

There is no more hustle and bustle, only the person in this door, the dialogue with the person outside.

If it is a normal conversation, this ascetic monk will never care.

But at this time, in the seemingly simple and strange dialogue between the two, there are endless Zen motives hidden.

Therefore, the ascetic monk said with a painful expression: “I have been in the world for twenty years, tirelessly, I only ask for my heart but I can’t ask for it, and I find it and never see.

When his voice fell, he showed expectation

Because, just listening to a sutra, he knew that the person in this room was an expert who knew the Dharma well.

If this is the chance, one drink and one peck are all fixed numbers.

He followed this fixed number, this opportunity, and asked this question.

a long time

Six words came out slowly in the house:

“I and Ru feel at ease.”

The ascetic monk was taken aback, and in an instant, these six characters resembled a nine-day thunder, blasting heavily on the shackles in his heart.

The clouds dispersed and the smog opened.

The things that Hongchen couldn’t ask for for twenty years, but they realized it in one go.

It’s no better to sip on the head and give initiation.

a long time

The ascetic monk knelt down on his knees, put the stick and broken arm aside, and kowtowed piously: “Thank you.”

(End of this chapter)