The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

"Little monk, I don't read much, so let's just debate one topic first!"

Lao Song Lao Liu and the other spirits looked at each other and nodded.

"Okay! Come up with a topic!"

Lingran wore a white robe and sat cross-legged on the futon.In the empty Buddhist hall, even the old clay Buddha statues were cleaned up by these ghosts, a stick of sandalwood was burning, and the indoor windows were bright and clean, making it a good place to talk about scriptures.

All the spirits also sat cross-legged on the futons one by one.It was still Lao Song who took the lead.He pondered for a while before saying: "It has been more than three hundred years since we cultivated human form with difficulty, at least a hundred years. The years in the mountains are bitter and cold, and our only wish in life is to cultivate human form. As for the future... Whether they enter the six realms of reincarnation like Xiao Qiniang, or go further, whether they will be able to ascend to immortality one day, is unknown. But there is only one thing in common."

"What is it?" Lingran raised her eyebrows, and there was a hint of a smile in her black and white eyes.

"The way of life and death!" Lao Song pondered, "I have been ignorant since I was born, and I have been enlightened for 100 years, but I still don't know why some people are born to be human, but we can only be grass, trees, mountains and rocks! What is the reason for this? Is it unfair? If there is no reason, why should we not be human? If there is a reason, what is the reason?"

"Oh! You are so light!"

Lingran laughed. "Little monk, I was in front of the master, and I heard the master said..."

In front of his eyes, when he was in the Jiange in the past, the scene of Ling Fuzi lecturing to everyone in Xiaoyao Mountain where all the seniors sat in front of the gazebo.He recalled the tone of Ling Fuzi at that time, and said to the spirits in a gourd-like way: "If you get a human body, the probability is like a blind turtle and driftwood..."

"What is probability?" a ghost hurriedly interjected and asked in a high-pitched voice.

"The probability is that in [-] reincarnations, only one may be reincarnated as a human. This is called a probability of one in ten thousand." Lingran patiently explained to him, and then continued to talk eloquently.

"Let's assume that one ten-thousandth of this, for example, the little monk, I was born as a human being and got a human body. In this world, the first suffering of human beings is 'birth'. From the ground, I and you Ordinary, ignorant and ignorant. Don’t know cold, don’t know heat, don’t know what joy is, don’t know what pain is. It’s not until three or four years old that you start to read. At six or seven years old, you gradually understand the rules of the world and study hard. By ten At the age of three or four, you will grow up gradually. At twenty, you will really understand the truth. At thirty, you will stand up, at forty, you will not be confused, and at fifty, you will gradually know the destiny."

Ling Ran paused, and said slowly: "You think these three to fifty years are but a snap of your fingers in terms of your years in the mountains, but in terms of people, this is a long life! After all, you can live to 50 years. , or even a hundred years, is negligible. Most people enter a period of decline after the age of 67. Even if they want to regret the wrong things in their life and want to start over again, they are powerless. Unlike you, after enlightening your wisdom and practicing Taoism, as long as you do good deeds, More or less, there is a probability to survive the thunder disaster, and then enter the Tao of Longevity."

"For spirits and even monsters, time goes by, and what you remember in this life is still yours."

"But human beings are different! Once a humane person dies, his body decays and is buried in the soil. A ray of soul drifts away. Only at fifty do you gradually understand the destiny. What you did in your previous life, the books you read, the people you know, and the truths you understand, all don’t count.”

"...Do you think that being a human being is bitter or not?"

"It sounds like it is bitter." Lao Song pondered for a while before saying cautiously.

"That's right, people are also suffering." Lingran nodded. "Let's talk about you guys again! Next to what we just said, none of them got a human body except one in ten thousand. Among them, [-]% to [-]% became vegetation, trees and rocks in the mountains, or animals, running and jumping between the mountains and fields. If your life is not good, let a hunter shoot you to death with an arrow, or let someone cut you down for firewood as a tree, of course there will be no more." Ling Ran laughed.

"But if you don't die, you are lucky enough to eat a spiritual fruit in the mountains, such as this one..." Lingran said, throwing a spiritual fruit on the table into his mouth, smashing his mouth twice, turning his eyes, and then continued go on.

"...From then on, the flesh, body, muscles and bones were able to be strong, and I was lucky enough to live for a hundred years. At this time, my wisdom was opened, and I was able to practice the human way."

"Not quite," interjected another spirit. "For example, er, I don't want to choose the human path to practice."

When he spoke, his tone was a bit strange, so Lingran took an extra look at him.The spirit shrank its neck, and said hastily: "I'm not like them! I developed my wits earlier. When I was about 30 years old, I could vaguely understand people's language. When I was 35 years old, I hid under the window root and listened. The master speaks and learns how to behave secretly. By the age of 50, I can barely pretend to be a human form now and then."

"Ah! Then your spiritual root is really good!" Lingran nodded in admiration. "I don't know..."

He originally wanted to ask what the prototype of this guy was, but then he thought about it, spirits are different from humans, so this topic might be taboo.So he stopped his mouth and said in a sincere manner: "Okay, let's assume that in 50 years, we can cultivate the human form, but if we don't choose the human way, we must have followed the path of Buddhism or Taoism."

"That's right! I'm er, after enlightening my wisdom, I went to the mountain temple to study Buddhism." The spirit interjected hastily.

This guy is really long-winded!

Lingran glanced at the sky outside the window calmly, nodded again, and said impatiently: "Very good! Now, let's continue talking, shall we?"

The spirit shrank its neck again, knowing that Lingran was bothering him, so it stopped talking.

Lingran coughed twice, cleared her throat, and then continued: "After a hundred years, when I look at the neighbors in the mountains at this time, I feel that I can be regarded as a leader in the ruthless world. You are all chosen by heaven. The son of I was able to develop wisdom, and escaped a hundred years of calamity to cultivate a human form. At this time, when I look at people again, I feel that it is unfair. I said, I have worked hard for 50 years, or even more than a hundred years, to be able to stand in the same place as you, and to be with you. They speak the same way, but walking in the world, if one accidentally drinks too much wine or asks someone to collect it with a gourd, he is still a monster and will not be respected!"

What he said touched the hearts of all the mountain spirits and wood monsters.

"That's right!" Those spirits nodded one after another, and said with concerned expressions, "The little monk is right! I'm worried all day long, and when I'm in the world, I'm afraid that if I make a mistake, I will be stewed! There are even some demons and heretics, They even refined us into pills to prolong life."

"That's right, you must be hating at this time! Do you think why people act so recklessly, but the way of heaven does not ask him to be reborn as an animal, but to walk openly between heaven and earth, dignified and upright?"

"That's right! That's it! Some people are so bad, why can they still be well-dressed, but we can only shrink back and hide in the dark without seeing the light of the sky?"

"This is what I'm going to say next, little monk!" Lingran poured herself a cup of Passion Fruit Fragrance, pursed her lips, then frowned, and replaced it with a cup of peach blossom wine.

"Today is an unsophisticated debate. If you believe me, little monk, I will continue to talk about it."

"Believe it! Of course I believe in the little mage!"

"Okay!" Lingran nodded again and said, "You only see the glory of human beings, seeing their wealth and splendor, but you don't think about it. Even if you are reborn as a human being, there are those who have a bad life. When you are born, you ask your parents to throw them away by the side of the road , before opening his eyes, and having never seen the color of flowers in this world, or the smell of sunlight, he froze and starved to death. There is no place for them. There may even be times of war, when the common people exchange their offspring for food, and live babies, even children, are cut up and boiled to eat like this. What do you think is the difference between this and being reincarnated as an animal?"

"That being said, there seems to be no difference."

"That's right... But there is still a difference." Lingran lowered her eyes and said lightly. "Because when animals are hunted and killed, their spiritual intelligence may not necessarily be activated, but people must know when they are killed and eaten. The heart knows the impending doom, but is unable to break free. This kind of... is even more sad."

All the spirits were silent.

Lingran continued: "Even if you were born in a prosperous age and your family is well-off, and you want to choose a career as a teacher after you reach the thirteenth fourteenth, your family doesn't allow you to do business, or you want to marry someone you like, but you are forced to marry someone you like." Marriage with another ugly fat woman with pockmarks on her face."

All the spirits laughed unknowingly, and said: "We never worry about the love between these children and the love in the world."

"Yes, you don't worry, but people are different!" Lingran said leisurely: "A person must choose a partner in his life. If the choice is good, and the two love each other, of course life is easy. But most of the world They both see and hate each other, hate each other but can't leave each other, and can't separate until one of them dies of illness or encounters a major change. Such two people who hate each other face each other day and night, causing a lot of distress. This is love suffering. You may be Rarely do I feel it.”

All the spirits and monsters looked indifferent.

"The kind of love and suffering just mentioned is also called resentment and hatred in Buddhism. They don't like each other but are forced to be tied together. They see each other every day and quarrel every day. Seeing each other is like falling into the endless hell. There is no one in the body. Happy, but unable to vent, this is the Resentment Society."

"Or there is another kind of love suffering, called parting. That is to say, when people meet someone they like, they can't be together, or they are together, but they face death. They face each other, tears pouring down, but they can't recover , This is love parting."

"There is the seventh kind of suffering, which is not being able to ask for it. When you meet someone you like, you toss and turn but can't get it; or when you fall in love with a treasure, you think about it day and night, and you want it with all your life. You have planned for years or even decades. Years, and finally fell short just when the achievement was about to be achieved, and let others take the lead. This is also bitter. Of course, you may not have this experience..."

Lingran took a sip of the peach blossom stuffing and smiled. "Let me make an analogy. It seems that you are about to ascend, but the day before the ascension, you were captured by a Taoist priest, beaten back to your original shape, and started all over again, even losing your spiritual wisdom. Is this bitter?"

"Bitter! Of course it's bitter!" All the spirits cried out. "This kind of Taoist is really hateful!"

"Yes!" Lingran brought the topic back and continued: "It's very rare for everyone here to ask for it. Because you ask for less and change your mind less. What you ask for in your life is either like a child's dream. Like Qiniang, she finds a lover in the world to live a good life, and happily spends a hundred years with that person, or as Lao Song and Lao Liu just said, she just wants to be able to ascend to Taoism."

"But people are different. Humans have seven orifices, and their minds turn nine times and eighteen times. What they want at one moment, they are already disgusted at the next moment. There are many people in this world who have suffered enough from not getting what they want, and many people, Once you get it, you throw it away in a blink of an eye. People's hearts are changing every moment, and what people want is also strange. Every day, new desires arise, and the next moment they disappear in new encounters. This life During the extinction, all thoughts fluctuate. Every moment, every moment, this heart is suffering."

"Why is it so hard to be a human being?" Lao Song couldn't help interjecting. "According to what the little mage said just now, isn't there no trace of happiness?"

"Yes! Of course there is! But if people think about it for a long time, if they want to be happy... if they want to be happy, it is indeed extremely difficult. It is even more difficult than you!"

Lingran lowered her eyes and smiled.Recalling what Lingfuzi said in the gazebo at that time.

Word by word, he repeated the morals that Ling Fuzi had said to all the elves in Dong'an Temple. "People's hearts are mixed and impure, with a lot of desires and desires, and they will suffer from the fetters of desires all their lives, sinking into the sea of ​​suffering, drifting away from life and death, and cannot be liberated."

Then he suddenly let out a long sigh, feeling spontaneously. "You envy people, but you don't know that people also envy you!"

"All living beings are suffering, and suffering is different." Lingran held a pot of peach blossom wine in her arms, her eyebrows and eyes drooped, and there was still a sweet breath of peach blossom between her lips and teeth.

Although Baiguo is good, it is not as good as February peaches.

He is a little bit like peach blossoms.After ten years in Jiange, there were no flowers in Xiaoyao Mountain.The only time he went down the mountain was to be chased away, and he hadn't had time to take a good look at the fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round.

I don't know if one day, Xiaoyao Mountain will be full of peach blossoms?

Lingran half-closed her eyes, not knowing where her thoughts were drifting, but she still smiled faintly and said: "...So, being a human has its benefits, and being a demon has its benefits. Each has its own destiny, so don't envy each other. !"

That day was the first and last lecture in Dong'an Temple.Lingran talked with a group of mountain spirits and wood monsters from dusk to deep night, the sky was full of dazzling stars, and a pale white Milky Way loomed overhead.

The black snake slipped down between Lingran's fingers at some point, rustled up his arm, crawled out from Lingran's collar, raised his head, and gently pecked Lingran's lips.

"Don't make trouble!"

There was already a hint of drunkenness in Lingran's words, and a pair of black and white deer eyes were rarely shining. "Dalang, listen to the class carefully!"

The black snake trembled, and opened its mouth, its two eyes the size of sesame seeds were dimmed for a moment.That expression resembled a human yawning.

"I really don't like studying!" Lingran sneered, with the corners of her lips curled up, she picked up the black snake with two fingers, and carefully placed it on the table.On the table, all kinds of fruits were piled up into a hill, and the black snake lay in it, and it swam to drink after a while.

The liquor in the glass cup was crystal clear, and the black snake buried his head in it and drank it with relish.

Lingran glanced at it, then turned around and continued debating with the spirits and monsters.