Chapter 513: Golden Body Relics, Xuanzang's Death
Outskirts of Luoyang, evening.
"Grandpa monk, today when I was begging, I heard someone reading a Buddhist scripture. There was a line in it: At that time, the Buddha, at mealtime, put on his clothes and took his bowl, and went into the great city of Savatthi to beg for food."
The little blind girl was puzzled and asked, "Grandpa monk, even though Buddha is so powerful, does he have to beg for alms?"
In her mind, the Buddha is high above and has great powers. How could he beg for food like herself?
This is incredible.
Huichan was still lying there unable to move, but his mental state was much better than before. There was a lot of dry straw under him, which was the "straw bed" made for him by the little blind girl.
Hearing this, Huichan smiled and said, "This sentence comes from the Diamond Sutra. When the Buddha walked the world, he also had to eat, but it was not called begging, but alms-collecting, which is also a kind of practice."
"Begging for alms?"
"Yes, Buddha is merciful and never begs for alms from the poor, but only from the rich. If the other party is willing to give some food, we should be sincerely grateful, chant sutras and pray for blessings. If they do not give, or insult and curse, Buddha will not be angry, but will just leave quietly."
After a pause, Huichan continued, "In fact, there is another sentence behind it, which says, 'I went into the great city of Savatthi to beg for food. After begging in the city, I returned to my original place. After eating, I put away my robes and bowl, washed my feet, and sat down on a seat.'"
The little blind girl tilted her head and asked, "Grandpa monk, what does this mean?"
Huichan smiled and said, “This sentence means that after the Buddha finished eating, he would clean up the dishes and clothes, then fetch water to wash his feet, and then tidy up the place where he meditated.”
The little blind girl touched her dirty feet and wondered , "Many people say that the Buddha is sitting on a lotus and flying in the sky. Could it be that his feet can also be dirty?"
"That's right. The Diamond Sutra says that the Buddha had to eat, beg for alms, and walk barefoot. The soles of his feet often stepped on mud, so he had to fetch water and wash his feet every day."
In the dilapidated temple, the childish voice of a little blind girl was heard.
"Master monk, I like this Buddha so much. I feel like he is right next to me!"
Huichan was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
When he was studying Buddhist scriptures, he didn't like the Diamond Sutra very much, because the Buddha in the Diamond Sutra was too ordinary and plain. In contrast, in other Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha was always three inches off the ground, standing on a lotus, with a dazzling golden body, which was very desirable.
However, the Diamond Sutra has an extremely important position in Buddhist scriptures, and it is even the supreme classic of Zen Buddhism!
He once asked his master this question, but his master just smiled and said nothing.
Now, hearing the little girl's affection and love for Buddha in her words, Huichan suddenly understood the answer to this question.
But unfortunately, he realized it a little too late.
"Grandpa monk, why don't you speak? Is your wound hurting again?"
"Don't worry, I heard that a very powerful person has come to Luoyang and is distributing the fields of the White Horse Temple to the poor. Once I get the land, I can exchange it for money. Then I will ask the best doctor to treat you!"
The little blind girl comforted Huichan, and there was a hint of longing in her childish voice.
Even though she herself had eye disease, she agreed without hesitation to treat a stranger whom she had only known for a few days.
Huichan looked at her and seemed to see a crystal-clear and flawless heart.
After spending these days together, he found that the little girl was extremely kind and strong-willed. He only had to chat with her and preach to her, but she treated him like a family member. She would even rather starve herself than not share her best food with him.
When she went out, even if she got bruised and battered, she would not cry. Instead, she smiled very optimistically and brightly.
Her mother, the water ghost, looked at her daughter from afar, followed quietly, showing a look of heartache, but due to her own yin energy, she did not dare to support her.
Huichan closed his eyes, and suddenly found that he no longer hated Li Daoxuan.
Although Li Daoxuan had wasted his own cultivation, his arrival brought a little ray of hope into the little blind girl's dark life.
Maybe... he is right.
Huichan did not notice that when he closed his eyes and meditated, faint golden light appeared on his dry and pale skin.
Only the water ghost mother hiding in the corner seemed to have noticed something. Her pale pupils stared at Huichan as if facing a great enemy.
Just as she was about to approach Huichan, the ground in Luoyang city suddenly shook, and streaks of blood appeared, covering the entire city and the sky and earth.
The dilapidated little temple was filled with smoke and dust. The broken Buddha statue swayed, then lost balance and collapsed.
The little blind girl couldn't see, but she immediately threw herself on Huichan and protected him with her thin back.
boom!
The Buddha statue fell on the place where she had just been sitting and broke into pieces. If she had not rushed towards Huichan, she would probably have been smashed into a pulp.
However, as the earth continued to shake, the walls began to crack and the entire dilapidated temple collapsed, about to bury Huichan and the little blind girl.
The water vapor filled the air and transformed into an invisible hand that instantly pulled the two people out of the Buddhist temple, thus escaping the disaster.
The water ghost mother stood in front of her daughter, protecting her. She looked up at the figure rising into the sky from the White Horse Temple with a serious look.
The bright moon turned into a blood moon.
Under the blood moon, there was a naked female figure. Her long hair was disheveled and she was skinny, with only her belly bulging high and constantly surging.
The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream. Her belly had been stretched to the extreme, becoming a thin layer, almost transparent. One could clearly see a ghost hand tearing it apart from inside.
Moro, you have to burst your own belly!
Three breaths later, with a scream from the woman and a ripping sound, two blue-black ghost hands pierced through her belly, pulled apart the flesh and blood, and poked out the head.
On the sixteenth day, Mara chose to be born.
He crawled out of his mother's womb, his body covered in amniotic fluid and blood.
The woman held out her hand to him, a pleading look in her eyes.
Moro's eyes were calm, and countless umbilical cords sucked the last bit of life out of the 'mother', and then automatically disconnected, throwing away the 'mother's' body like trash.
Bang!
The body of 'Buddha Mother' fell from a great height and broke into several pieces when it hit the ground. Her blood and flesh had been sucked dry, even her bone marrow had not been spared, becoming extremely soft and brittle, and shattered at the slightest drop.
Mara made a lotus seal with his hands, and the umbilical cord in his belly automatically fell off and turned into a black lotus, hanging under his feet.
Under the blood moon, a hint of excitement appeared in Moro's eyes.
After planning for so long, he is finally going to take the most important step!
The next moment, he sat cross-legged and chanted: "Maitreya is born, and the Mingwang descends to the world. All Buddhas, dragons and elephants will return to dust."
His eyes also turned blood red, and an invisible suction force spread to the entire Luoyang City with him as the center.
"Give me your flesh and blood to help me become a Buddha. All three realms and ten directions will worship Mara!"
As soon as he finished speaking, painful groans were heard in Luoyang City. The bodies of many people exploded, turning into blood mist, and then rushed towards Moro in the air.
In an instant, countless rays of blood flew into Moro's body, nourishing his flesh, blood, and soul, making his originally underdeveloped body, which was only about one foot tall, grow larger.
boom!
Countless sword energies slashed at the blood-colored barrier, but only caused more ripples instead of breaking it.
Moro glanced at Li Daoxuan who was still trying outside the formation, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This formation consumed hundreds of years of savings of the Moro Sect. Even if your Taoism, Li Daoxuan, is ten times stronger, you can't break it in a short time.
And he only needs one stick of incense to feed on the blood, flesh and essence of the people of Luoyang, quickly make up for the loss of being born early, and cultivate himself into the strongest demon Buddha!
By then, no one in heaven or on earth will be able to defeat him!
Moro closed his eyes, completely immersed in the pleasure of rapidly growing strength. His hair became longer and longer, and his body became taller and taller. He gradually grew from a child to a teenager, and from a teenager to a young adult...
Outside the ruined temple.
The little blind girl covered her ears and made painful sounds.
Her body slowly swelled, as if it was about to explode, turning into a blood mist, and then becoming nourishment for the body of the Demon Buddha.
However, the next moment, she suddenly felt the pressure drop, and even a hint of warmth emerged.
The water ghost mother gently hugged her daughter, her soul constantly fluctuating, bearing all the pressure for her.
The soaked hands gently stroked the daughter's hair, as if wanting to braid her hair.
There was reluctance, nostalgia, relief and pride in her eyes.
Her daughter is no longer the little girl who liked to hide in her arms and cry. Now she is very strong and optimistic. She always tries her best to overcome difficulties. Even if she gets bruised and battered, she never cries but loves to laugh.
The braid was halfway done and finally fell down helplessly.
A soul that was reluctant to reincarnate because it couldn't let go of its daughter eventually disappeared in the confrontation with Moro.
The little blind girl hugged her knees and suddenly burst into tears.
“Mother…”
When she was begging, if other beggars wanted to bully her, those people would always be scared away for no apparent reason.
Whenever she accidentally walked to the river, a branch would always catch her clothes.
Sometimes she didn't get any food and was lying in the temple feeling hungry, but a fish would always swim to the shore and splash in the water.
How could I not know you were here?
So even if she stumbled and bumped her head and bleeds, she never cried. Instead, she smiled happily because she knew that her mother was watching her by her side.
Whenever someone was talking about Buddhist scriptures, she would stop and listen, because she knew that her mother liked to listen to these and she loved reading Buddhist scriptures when she was alive.
The Buddhist scriptures say that if the dead cannot let go of their loved ones, they will stay in the world for too long, thus missing the chance to reincarnate and becoming a wandering ghost forever.
She wanted to let her mother know that she could live on her own and stay strong, so that her mother could rest assured and go to the next life.
But she seemed to have failed.
The little blind girl cried so sadly that her nose was running, until a big warm hand stroked her head.
The mellow and gentle Buddha's light poured into her eyes and quickly cured her eye disease.
After many years, the little girl saw the world again.
Her eyes were tearful, and her pupils were dark and bright, reflecting a bald old monk.
His beard was gray, his robes were torn and tattered, and he stood barefoot on the dirt floor of the yard, his feet covered with spots of yellow mud.
But his eyes were very gentle and compassionate.
"I...I can see..."
"Grandpa monk...are you...are you a Buddha?"
Huichan said softly, "If you say so, then it is so."
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pleaded, "Can you...can you save my mother?"
Huichan was silent for a moment, and just as the light in the little girl's eyes gradually dimmed, he said, "Don't worry, your mother worshipped Buddha devoutly and has been reincarnated. In the next life, she will be rich and live a long life."
"It's all thanks to you that she let go of her obsession."
The little girl immediately showed an extremely happy smile.
When Huichan saw her smile, he couldn't help but smile too.
Monks do not tell lies, but this time, he broke the precepts willingly.
"Live well."
Huichan gently touched her dirty hair, and then three golden needles flew out from his forehead, Tanzhong and Dantian and shot into the trees next to him.
There are Taoist runes and the Longhu Mountain's immobilization spell painted on it.
The brilliant Buddha light shot up into the sky and vaguely gathered into a blurry figure with compassionate eyes, handsome face, hands making a Buddha seal, and smiling with satisfaction at Huichan.
"Amitabha, thank you, holy monk!"
Huichan clasped his hands together and bowed towards the figure.
That was the regret of the great monk Kumarajiva.
When Huichan had a great enlightenment, he truly gained the recognition of Kumarajiva and inherited all the power of the relic. At the same time, he forced out the golden needle and restored his cultivation.
Huichan looked up at the figure that looked like both Buddha and devil under the blood moon. Mara had turned into a young man, with infinite Buddha light flowing on his body. Even the visions of Bodhi and golden lotus appeared in the sky.
If it were in the past, Huichan would have bowed down devoutly and greeted the Buddha's coming, but now...
He took one last look at the little girl and said with a smile, "Thank you for taking care of me these days. It's time for me to take care of other people."
He lifted his feet lightly, and lotus flowers sprouted from under his muddy bare feet as he moved upwards into the clouds.
Lotus blooms with every step!
With every step he took, the golden light on his body became brighter. After ten steps, his entire body was golden, shining as brightly as the sun, illuminating all directions.
The Buddhist sounds rang out and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.
Those ordinary people who were about to explode and die calmed down and got a chance to catch their breath.
…
Moro suddenly opened his eyes!
"Little monk, you think you can stop me?"
Moro looked at the little monk in front of him who was holding the umbrella handle and trying to keep his balance, with a complicated look on his face.
Although he had completely suppressed Sanle's soul and gained absolute control over his body, he was still inevitably affected by the other soul.
For example, when he saw the little monk, he subconsciously felt emotions such as pity, joy, and closeness in his heart.
That was the emotion of Sanle brewing in his heart.
Xuanzang held the umbrella handle tightly with one hand, and Xiaotang's soul possessed the umbrella, which allowed him to fly up and arrive in front of Moro.
"Master, I know you can hear me, please cheer up!"
Xuanzang choked up and said, "Many people have died down there, including many old people and children. Master, although you are usually carefree, I know that what you hate most is lifelong suffering."
"Everyone says you're greedy for money, but in Yuzhang City, you quietly put most of the money we earned from the stone-breaking performance at the entrance of the Children's Affairs Bureau."
"And you go to Grandma Zhang in the south of the city every day and buy three extremely salty Hu pancakes for me to eat, because only in this way will the stubborn Grandma Zhang be willing to accept money."
"And the clinic. You sell all the herbs you collect at low prices. The doctors think you don't understand, but they don't know that you just want more patients to be able to afford the medicine. And—"
whoosh!
A flash of blood passed by and pierced Xuanzang's heart, and blood gushed out like a spring.
"Xuanzang!!!"
A heartbroken cry came from the oil-paper umbrella.
Xuanzang kept coughing up blood, his eyes became gradually unfocused, his hand holding the oil-paper umbrella slowly loosened, and his body fell to the ground.
No matter how intelligent he is, he is just a mortal without any magical powers.
“Master…Father…”
The sound gradually faded away and dissipated in the wind.
Moro sighed softly, his eyes dimmed, and said, "So this is what sadness feels like."
"Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are indeed the poison of immortals and the turbid bones of gods and Buddhas."
He wiped away the tears that had flowed from his right eye and said calmly, "Sanle, you should thank me for helping you break up this disgusting master-disciple relationship."
