Chapter 324 There is no door to hell, you break in
Long Shu was startled. Looking at the figure in front of him, he felt inexplicably familiar. Then he listened to the man's words and took the two into consideration. He sighed and thought it was really a bad fate.

"It turns out that the Buddha of the Great Desire Heaven has come. The humble monk Nagarjuna pays homage to the Buddha."

Nagarjuna clasped his palms together and bowed, but he did not kowtow. He looked at Mahāsāraṇī, whose expression had darkened, and spoke calmly, "If the Buddha does not live in the heaven of no birth, how could he descend to the mortal world and experience this earthly world?"

These words were like salt sprinkled on a wound. The Great Desire Heaven was upset. He would not say that he was killed by someone. He fled to the mortal world to save his life: "I see that the monks in the mortal world are deeply rooted in the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, and have buried many troubles. They have strayed from the Dharma. I have come to the mortal world to reincarnate and cultivate again, and lead all living beings to the right path."

Nagarjuna smiled slightly, and it was unclear whether he was happy or sarcastic: "The Buddha cares about all living beings, which is a blessing for all living beings."

But when Mahaseyutian saw that smile, he became furious and said, "Nagarjuna, stop playing dumb and give me an explanation."

"The Buddha lives in the heaven of no birth and is the Buddha of the fairyland. What explanation do I, a mortal monk, need to give him?" Nagarjuna lowered his eyelids, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Great Desire God stared at Nagarjuna and said, "I once passed down the Pure Land Dharma to the world, the three views of flesh and blood, white bones, and impure supernatural powers. You were originally the White Bone Arhat and were able to enjoy the Pure Land. Why do you no longer have supernatural powers and have fallen into the mortal realm?"

"What's wrong with being a mortal?" Nagarjuna sighed, as if he had made up his mind. He looked at the monks who were gradually gathering. "Buddha, please look. We are all mortals here. We are originally mortals. Now we don't want to be immortals in heaven. It's good to be a human being. At least it's much better than being an immovable skeleton."

Da Seyutian looked around and saw only mortal ants, ordinary people. He snorted coldly and looked at Longshu: "Mortals are good? They live from day to day, and are easily turned into food for monsters. They live a mediocre life and run around just for food. Is this what you call good?"

He walked up to Nagarjuna and said, "I see these mortals, who are in the sea of ​​suffering without knowing it, willing to sink without saving themselves, just wanting to be unrepentant and stubborn."

Nagarjuna sighed and said, "That old monk is also willing to be a stubborn person."

The Great Lustful Sky laughed in anger: "I am trying to persuade you because I see that you have some talent. Don't make the mistake!"

He grabbed Long Shu's shoulder and said, "I am not here to pass on the Dharma. You just need to tell me how you were able to cultivate into the mortal world, and who destroyed my lineage."

Da Seyutian thought in his mind that if he could obtain the method of becoming a mortal being, he could cut off the magical powers of the descendants of other Taoist sects and convert them to his own disciples. He could also use this method to quickly restore his cultivation.

He said softly, "If you tell me, I will guarantee you an Arhat. No, if you are willing, I will give you a Buddha. When I succeed, we will go back to the Eternal Heaven together. Wouldn't that be free and happy? It is much better than rolling around in the mud of this world."

Nagarjuna looked at Mahaseyutian, his face struggled for a moment, then he regained his composure and put down his hand that was standing in front of his chest: "I was wrong."

The Great Desire Heaven was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back now, if you can turn back after losing your way, it will be a good thing!" In his heart, he was indeed sneerful, mortals are indeed mortals, a Buddha's fruit position is already tempting, there are countless Buddhas around me, I can give up one, and besides...

Thinking of this, he looked Nagarjuna in the face and said, "Since you know you are wrong, quickly tell me the whole story and I will promise you a bright future."

Nagarjuna no longer paid attention to Mahāsāraṇī, but instead looked at the crowd that had gathered: "I have been a vegetarian and chanted Buddha's name all my life, and have read countless Buddhist scriptures and Zen theories. However, the heaven and earth became strange, so in order to protect myself and the monks in this temple, I practiced the contemplation of white bones."

“As one’s cultivation deepens, one’s supernatural powers become more extensive, more bizarre, and more evil. Only then do you realize that the Dharma is not the true Dharma, that you have gone astray, and that you are no longer human.”

He looked at Mahaseyutian who seemed to be getting more and more suspicious the more he listened. "I have almost lived my entire life, and I still cannot find my way back. I only know that the closer I am to Buddha, the further I am from the sutra. The stronger my magic is, the more inhuman I am." Nagarjuna raised his hand and pointed at Mahaseyutian. "This is a false Buddha, this is an evil path, this is great evil, this is inhuman!"

"Dragon Tree!"

Dasexutian finally couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and he slapped out with one palm, causing Longshu's body to fly several feet away and hit the courtyard wall. He then slowly slid down the wall, his legs paralyzed, and he sat in the corner.

"Abbot!"

"Brother!"

"Grandmaster!"

There was a commotion, and everyone rushed to Nagarjuna and surrounded him. Dasexyutian watched coldly and said to Nagarjuna, "You know that with just those few wild words of yours, I can beat you into an enemy of Buddha. You know that if I hadn't held back, you would have been turned into powder with just this one blow. If I get angry, everyone in this temple, this place, and this city will die because of you. This is the sorrow of mortals!"

Longshu spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, looked around at everyone, and said tremblingly: "Now that the old monk has lost his supernatural powers, he is naturally not worthy of the Buddha's palm. However, I have turned back from my wrong path and reborn as a human being. You want to drag me into the damnation, how can I bear it!"

He spoke faster and faster, and became more and more anxious as he spoke: "I have heard the true sutras, the worldly laws, the worldly sutras, as vast as the stars, becoming an arhat, becoming a bodhisattva, and attaining Buddhahood. I have always been on the road, seeing great suffering, and having great compassion, and attaining Bodhi fruit, you!"

"And you! Great Desire God! You said you would give me a Buddhahood. Let me ask everyone in the world, was that Buddhahood given to me by others? What kind of Buddhahood is that Buddhahood you have given me?"

"If you do not generate compassion, do not sow good fruits, do not attain Bodhi, do not uphold the Dharma, and speak only of ordinary people, what Dharma are you practicing, and what Buddhahood have you attained!"

Nagarjuna vomited a large mouthful of blood again. "I have only lived for more than a hundred years, and I have saved less than a hundred people in my life, but you want to massacre a whole place and a whole city at will. I dare to ask the Buddha, I dare to ask the Great Desire God, what kind of Buddha are you! The Buddha's position is not right, and the Buddha's fruit is not upright. I think you are that shit Buddha, that shit Desire God!"

The loud shouts made the Great Desire Heaven angry and ashamed: "Heaven chooses and earth selects, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, I am always strong, then I am the Buddha, mortals are always weak, and will always be ants!"

As he spoke, a golden Buddha rose up behind him, with a solemn appearance, and bursts of Zen sounds. He was like the Tathagata of Wonderful Dharma, and had a deep awakening. What a righteous and upright Buddha who would not fall into the sea of ​​suffering!
The golden Buddha appeared in the world, and the sound of Zen echoed. However, to everyone, it was the sound of Sanskrit that was taking their lives. The Sanskrit sound did not spread throughout the universe, but instead approached step by step. The Lord of Desire was actually going to torture everyone to death bit by bit.

Nagarjuna looked at the crowd. Some were afraid and almost in tears, some were generous, some were indignant and worried, and their eyes were full of melancholy, almost like all living beings.

He clasped his hands together with difficulty and said, "Amitabha, I spoke nonsense for a moment and brought about a horrible disaster, involving all of you. I am unwilling to give up my human body and reincarnate as a ghost. You have also experienced hardships, washed away your dirty appearance, and now that the disaster is coming, please follow me to death in your human body."

Among the crowd there was a woman named Bai Ling, who was born the thinnest and had a weak temperament, but she also had a hint of strength. In order to survive, she once fell into the view of impurity, but was rescued by others, and was freed from the mud and filth, like a white lotus that fell into the mud and thrived.

Hearing what Longshu said, she wiped away the tears from her eyes: "Master, why do you say that? Even if you compromise, can that evil Buddha let us go? We just want to live. Fortunately, we met Master Di for shelter. What you said is what I want to say. Now I have reborn as a human being, living in this world, having a good night's sleep and a peaceful life is a great blessing. Bai Ling has no complaints, but only wants to die." "Wang Yang does not want to, but only wants to die!"

"Li Sanguang doesn't want to, he only wants to die!"

"Huiming doesn't want to, he only wants to die!"

……

"Galuo doesn't want to, he only wants to die!"

No one complained, nor did they regret. As Nagarjuna listened to the sounds, any worries in his heart disappeared, as did any guilt that had been there slowly. When a speck of dust was wiped off, only a sense of relief and ease remained. The soul-calling Buddhist chants approached step by step, but he only felt silence.

People in the world often argue that if a monk wants to become a Buddha, he must have the awareness that "there is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing at all, so where can dust collect?" This idea is so lofty that it seems to be countless levels higher than the state of "the body is the Bodhi tree, the mind is the mirror stand, which should be wiped diligently from time to time to prevent it from being stained by dust."

But that state of being free from everything and not being affected by dust is not something that mortals can easily reach. Only one in a million can achieve this state of mind. Only those who are born enlightened or reincarnated as Buddhist monks, who have experienced hundreds of lifetimes of suffering, can realize this state of mind, where not a single feather touches their body and not a speck of dust attracts them.

But in this decadent world, where the red dust rolls on, countless living beings are already in the mortal world, so how can they not be contaminated by the dust? The entanglement of cause and effect, joy, anger, sorrow and resentment, adorn their hearts. Born as a mortal, with a pearl in hand, rolling in the mortal world, all they can do is to wipe it frequently and not let it be contaminated by the dust.

Nagarjuna's worries disappeared, and the pearl in his heart was polished to be round and flawless. The last bit of dust also disappeared with a cry of reluctance. The pearl was finally complete and gradually emitted light.

I have a bright pearl, which has been locked up by dust and dirt for a long time. Now the dust is gone and the light is born, illuminating thousands of green mountains.

A faint light gradually emerged from his body and then flowed through his entire body. The round pearly light flew out of his body, becoming brighter and brighter, illuminating an area of ​​one foot, ten feet, and eventually illuminating the entire world.

The rays of spiritual light that spread out not only protected the people around him, but also blocked the approaching soul-claiming Sanskrit sound, and even blocked the footsteps of Great Desire Heaven.

The face of Mahāsāraṇī was gloomy and uncertain. He was deeply impressed by the Amitabha Buddha mentioned by Nagarjuna. It was unforgettable. “Where did you hear that Buddha name from?”

"From the heart," Nagarjuna sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, looking calm. Suddenly, his face looked a little strange, and he whispered, "It turned out to be Buddha Wu Tian."

Meanwhile, within Nagarjuna's body, a breath was brewing, and a black lotus emerged. The black lotus slowly fell into his heart, and the lotus blossomed. A lotus seed filled with brilliance was spit out from the heart of the lotus. As the lotus petals fell, withered, and disappeared, the lotus seed became brighter and rounder, turning into a bright pearl, and light emerged when dust cleared.

Then, a flower bud appeared from under the pearl, and the lotus leaves slowly unfolded, like a lotus platform. The pearl shone brightly, illuminating the inside of Nagarjuna.

Thus, all the turbid air and negative energy in Nagarjuna's body were swept away by the light, and the negative energy rooted in the source of life was cleansed away bit by bit. His muscles and bones were like dew, his tendons were like jade, his Bodhicitta was born, and his lapis lazuli body was formed.

Longshu looked at the Great Seluti in front of him. Originally living in the mountains, he could only deal with a few weird creatures and had little experience in fighting. He just followed his inner consciousness and swung out with his palm.

With a palm out, the light gathered and formed a light seal, which slapped straight towards Daseyutian. Daseyutian snorted coldly: "Your tricks are just trifles. If you can't reach the realm of immortality, you will end up being an ant!" As he said that, the golden Buddha behind him also slapped out with a palm. However, he could see through Nagarjuna's true colors. Although he looked powerful, he was not among the immortals and Buddhas after all.

The two palms faced each other, Nagarjuna groaned and his body paused, while Mahaseyutan let out a scream. The gold paint on the place where the golden Buddha touched the brilliant light faded, revealing flesh and blood. Under the cover of the light, it made a crackling sound and emitted wisps of green smoke.

Without the golden attire, Da Seyutian no longer pretended to be a Buddha, revealing his true appearance. He was still a giant Buddha of flesh and blood, but much smaller than when he was in the immortal world.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought for dozens of moves. Nagarjuna was not good at fighting, and only fought with pure magic power. He was anxious, and Dasexutian was even more anxious. His cultivation was hard-earned by plundering the Taoist tradition. He would be heartbroken for a long time if he lost even a little bit. Besides, today was different from the past. It was a time when he needed to accumulate strength for development. How could he waste so much magic power here?

Seeing that the fight was getting more and more intense, Da Se Yu Tian was afraid that other powerful enemies and reincarnated immortals would be summoned, so he was anxious to get away and gave another hard blow. He said loudly: "I won't get entangled with you. You just need to tell me who is ruining my Taoist lineage and what the method of transforming into a mortal is, and I will leave. How about it?" But he made up his mind to settle the old score after his cultivation was fully restored.

"The orthodoxy is destroyed by itself, the Dharma is born naturally, and it has nothing to do with the Buddha. Please leave, Buddha." Nagarjuna also responded loudly. Explain? What will happen if I explain? It's pure bullshit!
"Okay, okay, you have less and less magic power, how can you compete with me? If you want to die, I will grant your wish!" Daseseyutian shouted loudly, but his eyes turned, and he took advantage of a gap in the fight, stretched out his hand and grabbed a figure, it was Bai Ling.

"If you don't tell me, I'll take it myself. This woman has obviously practiced the Contemplation of Impurity. She must know the cause and effect of things and the essence of the Dharma. If it weren't for the difficulty of searching souls and my lack of cultivation, I would be afraid of not getting the complete information. Why would I bother with you ants for so long? Let me see what secrets you are hiding!"

Amidst everyone's exclamations, Daseseyutian covered Bai Ling's forehead with his hand. He quickly browsed through her memory and soon found a piece of information.

I saw a person following the old monk Nagarjuna into the backyard. I didn't know what they were talking about. The figure was blurry and the conversation between the two parties could not be heard clearly. Da Seyutian frowned.

"This soul-searching method is indeed difficult to use. If I were a Buddha, I would only need to think about it and let it have the memory of a hundred lifetimes, and I would know it in an instant."

In the scene, Nagarjuna suddenly knelt down and prostrated. The meditation rooms opened wide, revealing the people who were practicing the supernatural powers of flesh, blood, bones, and impurity. Mahasetian frowned slightly. Sure enough, the loss of the Taoist tradition must be caused by this person!
He looked at a white staff that suddenly appeared in the hand of the blurry figure, and then countless lights were born. All the people with various strange visions regained their human form, and there was no trace of supernatural powers.

"What kind of method is this? What kind of magic is this? What is that white wooden staff?"

A hint of doubt lingered in Dasheyutian's mind, and the next moment, he saw the figure being observed slowly turn around.

'He's...looking at me?'

Without waiting for Da Seyutian to react, the figure raised the white staff and waved it lightly. Countless white lights spread out like the creation of the world and submerged him.

In the outside world, everyone was looking at the big lustful sky with his hand covering Bai Ling. After casting a spell, his body suddenly froze, and then disappeared little by little, as if he was a ball of dirt, and then was gently wiped away with an eraser.

(End of this chapter)