Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 49 It is not the wind that moves, nor the flag that moves, but the heart of the benevolent

"Amitabha."

The skinny old monk chanted a Buddhist name, used his profound inner strength to calm his mind, and forcibly expelled the strange power that was interfering with him, saying:

"The martial arts created by the little monk are very vicious and unlike our Buddhist martial arts. Aren't you afraid that one day you will be harmed by them?"

"Martial arts are but useless things, how can they harm others?" Zhuang Bu Ran dispersed the aura that lingered around him and said with a smile:

"This little monk's skill is to transform all the unique skills in the temple into physical forms that can cultivate all kinds of worldly states. This will stimulate my own strength. Once I reach the master level, I will be able to dissolve all 32 physical forms and merge them into one unified form. This will concentrate the strength of the whole body, and once it is released, it will be invincible."

“Once you can freely control your energy, until you can send and receive it with ease and control it just right, then you will truly need the corresponding Buddhist foundation to make the next step.”

As he said this, the smile on his face grew wider:
"Without profound Buddhist practice, one must have great luck. Without both, it is impossible to achieve great success."

"My Dharma destroys the five evils that corrupt the world. It is the true nature that is condensed after seeing the true nature. Therefore, I gain the great power of fearlessness to subdue demons.

"From now on, you no longer need to be bound by the Dharma to generate strength. Just keep your mind focused. You can reach the state where your mind moves and your strength is generated, and you can injure others while sitting still."

"It is indeed an extraordinary and invincible skill." The skinny old monk sighed.

"However, as I observe the true nature of the young monk, I have something to say, but I wonder if I should say it or not."

"Of course, it's not appropriate to talk about it." The young monk replied lazily:
"I know that what the old monk wants to say has good intentions, but it's not good once you start."

"It seems that the young monk knows exactly what the old monk is going to say." The skinny old monk smiled bitterly.

Zhuang Bu Ran stood up and put the scripture in his hand back to its original place while saying:
"I've finished reading the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, and I've read enough of the Taoist scriptures I found. I still have some things to learn, so I'm going to go down the mountain. Please, old monk, help me tell my master and the abbot."

"I believe you must have a way to make the abbot not mind my leaving the temple without reason."

The skinny old monk looked at the young monk's departing figure and couldn't help but shout:

"Little monk, remember that you are a monk from the outside world."

Zhuang Bu Ran waved his hand casually and said without turning his head:
"Old monk, you have watched me grow up, don't you know that I never like to get involved in worldly affairs, nor do I like to meddle in other people's affairs?"

"If we talk about the concerns of monks in the world about the secular world, I think I am the most pure-hearted and abstain from desires."

After saying this, he disappeared from the sight of the skinny old monk.

After a while, the skinny old monk sighed inexplicably:
"Alas, being pure and free from desires is more than just talk. After this journey, I hope you won't become a demon who returns on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

half a month later.

The mountain behind the main peak of Wuliang Mountain.

A young man in a green shirt, with a jade-like appearance, bright and gentle, fled in haste, only to hear someone shouting from behind:
"The area ahead is forbidden to our sect. No outsiders are allowed to enter without permission. If you go a few feet further, you will violate our taboos and you will be killed without a burial place."

The young man had just been running away, but when he heard the shouting behind him, he looked up and saw a huge waterfall cascading down from a high cliff in the northwest corner, like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

Immediately, he quickened his pace and was suddenly stunned. He caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying down from a distance. It suddenly stepped on empty air and fell down the cliff.

"what!"

A scream echoed in the deep valley below the cliff.

Soon, the young man, now in tattered clothes and with multiple injuries on his body, climbed down the cliff crevice in a rather awkward manner to the valley. Suddenly, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar white figure by the edge of an unusually clear lake, and hurriedly shouted:

"Immortal, help!"

He saw that the white shadow seemed not to have heard him and was walking farther and farther along the edge of the lake, so he hurriedly chased after it.

Not long after, a white shadow was seen in the distance stopping in front of a huge rock.

He ran up without stopping, and when he ran behind the white shadow panting, he found that it was a monk. An even happier smile appeared on his face, and he said:

"My name is Duan Yu, nice to meet you, Master."

"The monk is not a master. His Buddhist name is Xu Zhu." Duan Yu walked up to the monk and found that this was an extremely handsome and unforgettable young monk. Judging from his age, he seemed even younger than himself.

"Little Master, I just saw you leap off a high cliff. You must have extraordinary martial arts skills. Could you please help me out of this predicament?"

"See this rock?" Zhuang Bu Ran said with his eyes:

"There's a small rock underneath. Remove the weeds and vines between them, clear away the mud and sand, and then reach out and push the big rock. You'll find a way out."

Duan Yu was overjoyed and did as the young monk said without any doubt. He then pushed the big rock hard, and saw that the rock slowly turned and opened like a door, revealing a cave about three feet high.

"Little Master, you are truly amazing. There really is another world behind the big rock."

Zhuang Bu Ran did not reply, but ignored the pitch-black mass in the cave and strode in.

"Young Master, wait for me!" Duan Yu hurried to catch up. He vaguely saw the young monk moving freely in the darkness, and he couldn't help but admire him.

"It seems my guess was correct. Although this young Master Xu Zhu is young, he must have profound martial arts skills. Otherwise, how could he not be affected by the cave environment?"

After a while, the crisp sound of a door knocker "dangdang" was heard in the cave, followed by a "boom" sound. It turned out that the young monk pushed open a very heavy door made of copper and iron.

Then there was another sound of a door being pushed open, and light appeared in the cave. A crystal the size of a copper basin clearly illuminated the place where the two people were.

"So this is the bottom of Sword Lake. The owner who built this place is probably gone now. There's rust everywhere."

Duan Yu looked around the stone chamber and spoke in a leisurely and elegant manner:
"But I have to say, building a place like this at the bottom of the lake would probably take a lot of effort."

Zhuang Bu Ran still had no interest in talking. He walked around the stone chamber a few times by himself. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stone wall with a crack. He reached out and pushed it, and the stone wall turned into a stone door, revealing a cave.

After he entered, Duan Yu thought it was a way to escape and hurriedly chased after him.

Afterwards, the young monk was seen standing in front of a white jade statue of a beautiful woman. When he looked at the face of the statue, he was stunned for a moment and could not help but murmur:

"Sister Fairy, I, Duan Yu, have the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face today. I have no regrets in my death. It would seem a little too lonely for you to die here alone."

At the same time, Zhuang Bu Ran seemed not to care about Duan Yu at all. He half-knelt beside the cushion in front of the jade statue and tore it with a little force, revealing a silk bag about a foot long.

He ignored the few lines of fine words written on the white silk, opened the silk package, took out a rolled-up silk scroll, and spread it out on the ground. The first line read "Northern Sea Divine Art", followed by a naked woman's image showing the acupuncture points and the techniques of practicing the art. There were a total of thirty-six images.

"This"

After Duan Yu came back to his senses, he took a quick glance and was struck by lightning. The person whom he had just regarded as a fairy sister was actually painted naked without reservation.

Especially when seeing the portraits, with different expressions, some happy, some sad, some gazing with affection, some slightly angry, I feel like my heart is being cut by a knife.

"Little Master, you are a monk, how can you read these?"

Duan Yu hesitated to speak. It was one thing for the Fairy Sister to be painted like this, but now it was exposed to the naked eye by someone else. He felt even more upset and hurriedly advised:

“As a monk.”

Before he could finish his words, the young monk interrupted him calmly:

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form. The same is true of feeling, perception, mental formations, and consciousness."

"Donor Duan, the monk should understand Buddhist principles better than you."

"Having said that, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to look at other people's families in this way?" Duan Yu looked embarrassed.

"At that time, the wind blew a flag. One monk said, 'It's the wind that's moving,' and another monk said, 'It's the flag that's moving.' They argued endlessly. Then Huineng stepped in and said, 'It's not the wind that's moving, nor is it the flag that's moving. It's the benevolent person's heart that's moving.'"

Zhuang Bu Ran casually replied while looking at the image:
"When a monk looks at an image, his eyes are empty, his mind is also empty. How can there be anything wrong with that?"

"It is clear that Donor Duan was disturbed, causing him to first become obsessed with the white jade statue and then develop inappropriate thoughts about these images."

(End of this chapter)