Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years

   Chapter 194 What is Dharma? Why all beings?

   He turned around and stepped through the space, appearing at the other end.

   The two sides faced each other and fought with chess.

  On the spot, there was only a young man with an inch head, wearing a colorful cassock and showing compassion, it was Zhang Xiaofo.

   "Pu Xuan, you are a chessboard in the Buddha realm. The white sons are all manifestations of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and the black sons are all reincarnations in the world. It seems that the way you cultivate is to control the world with Buddhism!"

  Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Education and enlightenment of the world is not about purifying, but imprisoning the mind. Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, not with compassion, but with force to block the world."

   "Buddhist supernatural powers are indeed domineering! How hard is the world, you must be controlled by your Buddhism!"

   "How can there be any Buddha whispering, preaching the Dharma in the world, but only to confuse the world, and use the Buddha to control people!"

   Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

   This "I" refers to the Buddha, the Buddhist school itself.

   The white-faced Buddha who manifested Puxuan shouted from the opposite side: "Qinghui, ignorant and ignorant, you know what a Buddha is! And what is a human world!"

   His voice came loudly, causing the Buddha and Bodhisattva below to chant in unison.

   "Hahaha, since you said that the poor Dao doesn't understand the Buddha and the human world, then the poor Dao will step into the world's reincarnation as a Buddha in this life, turn into a chess piece, and play against you!"

   Zhang Ming looked at Zhang Xiaofo below and smiled slowly. The latter nodded lightly and stepped into the black light and shadow.

   Each of these light and shadows is a chess piece, in which there is reincarnation in the world, and the cycle cannot be detached.

   And Zhang Xiaofo resolutely joined it.

  If you want to break this chess game, you must first become a chess piece, see the depth of the chess game, and then attack both inside and outside to break it in one fell swoop!

   While speaking, Zhang Xiaofo fell into it.

   Buddha used all living beings as a chess game, what move? How to drop? This is Luo Zi, Luo Zi has no regrets.

   Puxuan recited the scriptures without saying a word.

   Zhang Ming closed his eyes, and the scenes that Zhang Xiaofo was going through flashed in his mind, like reincarnation.

   In the first life, Zhang Xiaofo was born in a poor mountain village, with one older brother and two older sisters. He broke his leg when he was six and was attacked by wolves when he was seven.

   died before he grew up.

   In the second world, Zhang Xiaofo was born in a small town. His mother died in childbirth. His father inherited a stepmother.

   After studying for two years, he was called back by his stepmother on the grounds that he needed help at home. The teacher sighed a pity.

   At the age of fourteen, her appearance was just beginning, her delicacy was young, her stepmother suddenly changed her attitude and taught her every day.

   At the age of 20 and crown, Zhang Xiaofo received funding from his stepmother to study again. He went to Beijing to take the exam the following year.

  The Third...

  …

  The 103rd generation, Zhang Xiaofo was born in a family of martial arts. He was born with all the meridians, and any martial arts can be seen at a glance, and he has become a master at the age of fifteen.

  A teenager who does not enter the rivers and lakes is in vain.

   He left Pingyuan County, where he had lived since he was a child. At the age of sixteen, he was stunned when he encountered a demon cultivator slaughtering the city.

  It turns out that there are immortals and pawns above the martial arts.

  …

   In the 216th century, Zhang Xiaofo was born at the foot of an immortal gate. He was very gifted and intelligent.

   At the age of twenty, he has become a life-shaping powerhouse.

   At the age of forty-eight years, he was the God of Yang.

   At the age of seventy-nine, he stepped into the Dharma.

The    road ends here, and after 900 years, he will die.

  …

  The seven hundred and forty-fourth generation, Zhang Xiaofo was born in a wealthy family and had a marriage contract since he was a child.

  30 years Hedong, 30 years Hexi.

   He was determined to be strong and practiced assiduously.

   Twenty-two years old, died early due to staying up too late.

  …

   In the 1700th century, Zhang Xiaofo was born as a woman. She was a country and city, which led to war between the two countries.

  …

   One lifetime, one lifetime.

   is like reality, and like a fantasy bubble.

  However, thousands of times have passed, and only a short tea time has passed from the outside world. Zhang Ming is like watching flowers on a horse, watching Zhang Xiaofo continue to be born and die.

  The cycle of life and death cannot escape this world.

   Even if he has the opportunity to practice during the reincarnation process, he can only practice to the realm of dharma at most.

   This is the realm of Puxuan.

   In his world, no one can escape.

   "Qing Hui, are you still struggling?"

   The white-faced Buddha sighed straight into the heart.

  No one understands better than him that one cannot escape from his own Buddha-realm chessboard, just as this world will become a Buddha-land forever once it is taught by Buddhism.

   Today, the red-robed dharma image is going to die, and the emblem of the Qing Dynasty, which is the main body, will also perish and become a part of the Buddhist kingdom.

   Zhang Ming murmured to himself: "Who am I...?"

   In the blink of an eye, the number of reincarnations has reached ten thousand. The eternal cycle of reincarnation will almost wipe out the origin of Zhang Xiaofo.

  The main body is also disturbed.

   However, Pu Xuan did not know that Zhang Xiaofo, who was wearing a colorful cassock, was not a dharma sign.

   is not the only one for Zhang Ming.

   Zhang Xiaoyi, who was sitting quietly in the middle Dantian position, opened his eyes, glanced out, and slowly closed them again.

   He didn't help.

   Self-destruction, but also self-transcendence.

   "Who am I? Zhang Xiaofo... Who is it?"

  In the fantasy realm of reincarnation, a thin young man was strangled by the black qi cultivator and asked himself.

   He was suspended over a city.

Below    are the terrified people.

Above   , there were also three demon cultivators facing off against two sword-wielding disciples of the righteous path, who looked indignant.

   "Feng Yuxiu! You actually took innocent people as hostages!"

   "Hehe, I am a Demon Sect, how can I be a Demon Sect without killing innocents indiscriminately, and how can I give you a chance to eliminate demons!"

   The magic cultivator who grabbed Zhang Xiaofo's neck crookedly smiled.

   Seeing that the righteous and the devil are at odds, they are about to fight to the death. At this time, a murmur suddenly sounded.

   "Feng Yuxiu? No... I recognized you."

   "You're not Feng Yuxiu, and I'm not Xiahouwu... Puxuan, I recognize you, my name is—"

  The young man with his neck restrained and dying on the verge of death actually grinned stupidly, "My name is Zhang Xiaofo!"

   His voice was soft.

   However, the entire city was silent for a moment, as if everyone heard his murmur.

   They looked weird, stopped what they were doing, stopped panicking, and looked at the young man in the air, including the four demon cultivators and the two righteous disciples who were facing each other.

   "You said, your name is... Zhang Xiaofo?"

   they asked in unison.

   Before he finished speaking, the young man who was strangled by his neck suddenly burst into a radiance.

   The magic cultivator named Feng Yuxiu shook his hand, he broke free from it, and stood still in the air.

   "Pu Xuan, Buddha transcends sentient beings, so these sentient beings are all your will, and no one can escape."

   Zhang Xiaofo said calmly in the light, "But the origin of origin is empty, and everything in the world is caused by karma. Even if the origin is gone, you can return to yourself."

   "Now that I have lived through the ages and have become enlightened, I am a Buddha at this moment, and I will be able to control the world for all ages!"

   said, he put his hands together and recited in a low voice.

   Infinite rays of light started from him and scattered in all directions.

   "No, impossible!"

   "Bold, I am Feng Yuxiu, not Pu Xuan!"

   "Go on, this is the devil! Kill him!"

  “…”

  A figure reacts differently, and even appears to be insane. This is the origin of each creature struggling, recovering, and colliding with Pu Xuan who controls them.

   Then, I saw these figures faded a little in the light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   Dependent origination is empty, and if the self is not empty, there is no existence.

   They woke up from the dream of reincarnation and returned to nothingness.

   This entire Buddha-realm chessboard was made by Puxuan refining countless creatures with his great supernatural powers. Everything is like the Zen master Huilun who is trying to become a Buddhist kingdom in Nanling City.

   "Zhang Xiaofo! How dare you!"

   A loud shout resounded in all directions, but soon faded away as the figure disappeared.

   Between heaven and earth, there is only immeasurable light and immeasurable world.

   "Fate is manifested, and primordial spirit is born. It turns out that the road to the Yangshen realm of the poor way is at this moment."

   Zhang Xiaofo whispered to himself, gradually condensing into a golden body-like entity in the boundless brilliance.

   Then, the endless rays of light rolled back and quickly merged into his body, and the world went dark.

   Soon, there was silence.

  Two shimmers lit up in the darkness, and that was his eyes opening, looking at this lonely world.

   "Amitabha."

   "In heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

   He thought deeply, the whole world shattered in his field of vision, and a dazzling light shone through the gap.

  Pu Xuan's "I am the only one", "I" is the Buddha, Buddhism, and his "I" is the sentient beings.

   If I don’t cross sentient beings, I am sentient beings.

   All beings can be conscious, enlightened, and self-transcended!

At the same time, Pu Xuan and Zhang Ming on the top of the chessboard saw pieces shattered one by one, the phantoms of Buddha and Bodhisattva on white chess shattered into nothingness, and the figures of all beings on black chess were vaporized little by little, like bubbles. Collapse.

  In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaofo was the only one left in the middle of the chessboard, standing in a red robe.

   He turned his back to Zhang Ming, and said softly, "This deity, Zhang Xiaofo has attained the Tao throughout the ages, and he is fortunate not to be humiliated."

   The white-faced Buddha, who was transformed by Pu Xuan, was shocked.

   The illusion of reincarnation was broken!

   Zhang Ming also opened his eyes, regained his sobriety, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist, for attaining the Yangshen Realm."

   He sensed his body and felt a little regretful that both Zhang Xiaoyi and Zhang Xiaofo had become Yangshen Realm, but he was still stuck in the same place, always at the peak of Life-Shaping Realm.

   He has a gut feeling, though.

  According to his adapted three-corpse proving method, as long as the third avatar, that is, after the self-corpse has reached the Yangshen Realm, he can combine the three-corpse and belong to himself.

   At that time, maybe it will not be promoted to the Yangshen realm, but will directly leap over and be promoted to the law phase realm.

  Even... a stronger Taoist unity?

   He wasn't so sure.

   Everything can only be known when you try it.

   "Qing Hui! I didn't expect you to be so capable, you can survive thousands of eons! I admire it!"

  The voice of the white-faced Buddha came out loudly, "But, do you think this is over? The chessboard is still there, the winner is still undecided, and now it's the turn of the old man!"

   said, he raised the palm that covered the sky and pressed it down from the air, and the chessboard vibrated.

  Boom——

   The criss-crossing ravines began to burst.

   "Pu Xuan, you are going to destroy the chessboard!"

   Zhang Ming frowned and shouted.

   Now Zhang Xiaofo is still standing on the chessboard, becoming the only chess piece, unable to escape at all.

   "Hahaha, yes, since it's a chess game, the old man has no certainty of winning. However, this chessboard was set up by the old man, it is better to destroy it and let it go to annihilation!"

  Pu Xuan laughed in the sky.

   For him, this Buddha Realm chessboard is nothing but magical powers, and it can be rebuilt even if it is destroyed, but this little Buddha is the "Fate Manifestation" of Qing Hui. If it is destroyed, it will be severely damaged!

   When the time comes, he will use the strength of the peak of the realm of the law, how much power does the Qing emblem have to stop?

  Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of the white-faced Buddha.

   Zhang Ming's brows were slightly relieved, and he said, "Pu Xuan, since this is the case, the poor road will not let go."

   Although he said, there was no movement in his hands, he just looked at the chessboard below.

   Zhang Xiaofo understood, raised his head and smiled and said, "Pu Xuan, do you see this chessboard crisscrossing, it looks like a 'well'? And the little monk stands on it, does it look like a 'person'?"

   As he spoke, he stepped out one step, and his feet trembled, forming the characters "Well" that glowed.

   And he stood above the chessboard.

   His body radiated light, hooked up with the well character below, and radiated in all directions.

  The phantoms of sentient beings that had vanished have reappeared at this moment, standing on the chessboard and pointing and discussing, as if saying: "Look, this is the human world."

   Zhang Xiaofo laughed softly and said, "There is an old saying that water from a hole is called a well. A well is the source of life! Nuwa has passed away, and her teeth are people. People are the spirit of heaven and earth!"

   "Pu Xuan, you only know the Buddha, but you don't know all living beings. You are not cultivating Buddha, but stubbornness!"

   said, he slowly raised his palm and greeted it upwards: "Pick me up - a palm of the world!"

   The narrow palm shadow collided with the palm that covered the sky.

boom--

  The world shook, and the chess game roared.

  The gully on the chessboard suddenly sank, no longer collapsing, but turned into a part of the earth.

The    criss-cross position, all beings raised their heads and looked at the white-faced Buddha from a distance, with a smile on the corners of their mouths.

   Then, I saw cracks appear on the Buddha's body.

  Boom——

  The huge white-faced Buddha crumbled like a porcelain tile.

   "No, Qing Hui!"

  Pu Xuan's terrified voice sounded between heaven and earth.

  However, the whole world has been torn apart like a cobweb, and quickly collapsed outwards, revealing the meditation pavilion.

  The faces of the people standing in front of the pavilion were shocked.

   They just saw Master Puxuan and Daoist Qing Hui looking at each other, and they both stood still.

   Then, Master Puxuan let out a shrill scream, and Daoist Qing Hui slowly opened his eyes.

   "No, it's impossible, Qing Hui, it's impossible!"

  Pu Xuan frantically waved his hands in front of the chessboard, blood spilling from his eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth.

The old Taoist Zi Chen next to    was startled: "Pu Xuan! Your Buddha Realm chessboard... was actually defeated?"

  Qi Zhengye and Qi Ling were so frightened that they turned pale, and stumbled to the ground, unable to believe it.

  The Taiyi Immortal Gate and the Hanging Temple in the three sects shot one after another, but they couldn't help clear the emblem. How is this possible, are the Earth Demon Formation and the Buddha Realm chessboard just like goods?

   Zhang Ming looked at the other party: "Pu Xuan, you shouldn't come."

  The old monk gradually calmed down, his seven orifices bleed, and his eyes looked around blankly as if he were blind.

   "Qing Hui... Does this old man really understand all living beings?"

   He muttered to himself, lost in confusion, "But what Lao Na Xiu taught is clearly the Dharma of the Hanging Temple."

   Zhang Ming pondered.

   The other party's question stopped him.

   However, he turned to a conjecture.

   "Pu Xuan, if the purpose of the existence of the three schools is not to save all sentient beings? Then the Dharma you cultivate may not necessarily be the Buddha Dharma, but a pseudo-Buddha..."

   "Even, the devil!"

   (end of this chapter)