Chapter 111: The Devil (4,000 words)
"Every year, wild geese gather together to migrate across the sky. The sky is like your heart, and the wild geese are like your thoughts. Your thoughts emerge from one end of your heart and disappear to the other. What do they leave behind?"
The old monk shook his head and said, "Nothing is left."
Zhang Ling nodded. "You're right. The thought flashed through my mind, leaving nothing behind. It was as if it had never happened. So why do you think something could offend you? There's clearly nothing in your mind."
Upon hearing this, the old monk's heart was struck by a sudden thunderclap, but he still had one last doubt: "Will thoughts offend the mind while they exist?"
Zhang Ling sighed softly and said, "Thoughts arise from nothing and return to nothing. Do they truly exist? Or are you just wishful thinking, thinking they can offend you? Thoughts are the mind itself. How can they hinder itself?"
"When you see me behaving frivolously and jokingly before the Buddha, a thought of displeasure flashes through your mind. Why do you feel that this thought is real, yet at the same time, it offends you and disturbs your mind?"
"All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata."
Boom!
The old monk was fully enlightened, and his heart felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart, the fog and clouds dispersed, revealing a bright and quiet and clear place like the bright moon. This was the moment he saw the true Buddha nature.
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After eighty years of conversion, the dead tree finally bloomed again.
If there is no good or evil in the heart, there is no one to be respected.
In heaven and on earth, only this Buddha nature can be seen.
Worrying all day long, even the passing geese leave no trace.
The delusion shatters and the dreamer is awakened.
From now on, I am myself, the empty and bright mind of the Dharma Realm.
For a moment, the temple was filled with colorful rainbows. The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, with Buddha's light shining all over his body. It was as if he had been enlightened and the glass was reshaped.
The body of lapis lazuli standing here is the realm of earthly immortals, and one can ascend to the throne of Buddhism.
Zhang Ling watched closely from the side and couldn't help but feel that the Buddhist "instant Buddhahood" was a bit too incredible. It could actually allow a mortal to have an epiphany in one day and directly achieve the Liuli fruit position, with strength almost approaching that of a terrestrial immortal!
If it were any other way of practicing Taoism, it would be a hundred times more difficult, and it would be difficult to have such a great fortune of sudden enlightenment and ascending to heaven in broad daylight.
Zhang Ling was happy for the old monk because he had such a good relationship with him.
Suddenly, he felt as if something was spying around the temple, so he walked out of the temple in his true form, opened his Dharma eyes and scanned the surroundings, and saw a few black clouds floating in the sky not far away, filled with evil spirits and a bloody aura.
After counting on his fingers, he found out that a great demon who knew where he came from had heard that a mortal monk had such an opportunity, so he wanted to come and seize the good fortune.
Seeing this, Zhang Ling hid in the clouds and blocked the way of these black clouds.
"Another good blood meal!"
"Hehehehe——"
The demons in the black cloud were very arrogant and acted so recklessly in the Qingcao Lake area. Zhang Ling observed them closely and was a little surprised that each of them had reached the level of celestial immortals.
Although he has just entered the realm of celestial immortals, he is still one in a million among the demons.
No wonder he is so arrogant, it turns out he is so skilled and bold!
I just can't understand what the gods in this Qingcao Lake area are doing for a living? With such a monster openly parading around, not a single one came to capture it.
Because Zhang Ling had originally restrained his aura, the monsters did not find anything powerful about the suddenly appearing young man in green. They just thought he was a hot-blooded young man with some Taoist skills. After all, these monsters had met many young men like him along the way, and they could eat him in one bite to replenish their essence and blood.
"I want his head!"
A strange sound came from a black cloud.
"Give me the belly!"
"I want limbs!"
So these demons began to plan how to share the young man in blue in front of them.
Zhang Ling seemed to be thinking about something, then he took out a piece of paper cutting from his sleeve and threw it into the clouds.
The paper grew bigger when it encountered the wind and turned into a three-meter-tall strongman. He wore a yellow turban, had a ruby-colored face, a long beard, and a face as tough and resolute as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe.
His whole body is plump and well-proportioned, with muscular muscles. The lines of each muscle are clearly visible, as if containing tremendous strength, just like a work of art that is ingenious and exquisitely carved.
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He was wearing golden iron armor and holding a long spear, looking very majestic.
Wearing silver-green cloud-long shoes, he guards the altar and shoos away demons.
A ray of fairy rainbow burst out from behind the strong man, illuminating the entire night sky, and then disappeared in a flash, and the sky returned to darkness.
With a loud "bang", the Yellow Turban warrior in mid-air stepped on the clouds with his feet, scowled coldly, held the halberd in both hands, breathed deeply, his heartbeat sounded like the beating of a heavy drum, and the pure yang power of the earthly immortal that was perfected shone brightly like a rainbow, leaking out with all his strength, domineering and unmatched.
Zhang Ling hadn't used this Yellow Turban strongman for a long time, but this time he suddenly had the urge to use him.
"Oh no, this little devil has an immortal to protect him!"
Several dark clouds were plunged into shock. They never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man in blue clothes would have such a powerful warrior in golden armor to assist him.
Boom boom boom——
The Yellow Turban warrior's heart was beating violently, as rhythmic as the thunder of a drum. He took a step forward, and the clouds were covered with a whirring wind. A halberd broke through the strong wind and slashed through the deep crack in the sky. With a whoosh, a black cloud was instantly extinguished.
Zhang Ling nodded, this paper-cutting finally came to fruition.
As his cultivation reached the third level of the Celestial Immortal Realm, the Yellow Turban Warrior was also about to enter the Celestial Immortal Realm. Upon closer observation, it seemed that he had already condensed the pure Yang immortal power and reshaped his true form.
Although its body is a paper-cut that looks a bit strange, it is a kind of spiritual monster in heaven and earth, and it is of the same level as the spiritual objects in heaven and earth, and should not be underestimated.
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