Chapter 85 I am born from all living things, and all living things are my parents
Late at night, Kichijoji in Bunkyo District.
The monk Ruyi walked across the courtyard in the moonlight and came to the room where his master was resting.
His master was now sitting at the door of the room, his gradually aging upper body leaning against the door frame, his eyes slightly out of focus as he looked at the water dispenser in the courtyard.
Only when the water filled the bamboo tube and one end of the tube was bent down and hit the stone, making a crisp sound, did the eyes briefly regain some spirit.
He knew that his master was worried about something very heavy and it was difficult for him to make a decision.
He did not choose to disturb them, but stood there silently, his eyes also cast on the water adding device in the courtyard, watching it knock and lift over and over again.
After a long time, the old monk leaning against the door frame's eyes gradually returned to normal.
"Ruyi, if you say there is something that will definitely kill you, will you do it?"
"Death is not to be feared. What matters is why I will die." Ruyi gave his answer without hesitation.
"It's a meaningful thing, but I still can't let it go."
The old monk laughed at himself, "I have practiced Buddhism for so many years, but in the end I still cannot understand life and death."
"Master has been dragged down by this temple and me, his useless disciple." Ruyi lowered his head deeply.
"If your practice is insufficient, it is insufficient. If you cannot break through, it is not enough. Why bother looking for excuses to comfort yourself?"
The old monk chuckled, then nodded and said, "But I really can't let go of this temple, and I can't let you go."
"Master..." Ruyi looked ashamed.
His talent for spiritual practice was average, and he was unable to fully integrate into the secular world, so he was awkwardly stuck in between the two.
He doesn't want to have it all, but he can't have it here and he can't do it there either.
"If you think that you are not good enough in practice and cannot handle the heavy responsibility, then hand over the responsibility of the temple to your senior brother and go out to travel. It is better to expand your horizons than to sit in the temple."
"Master..."
There was a hint of anxiety on Ruyi's young face, and it sounded like he was making arrangements for his final wishes.
"If you meet a great monk, you should turn to him and practice with him wholeheartedly. Don't worry about sectarianism. It's just a saying to bind foolish people."
"Master, I don't know how to..."
"When you have truly achieved success in your practice, come and take a look at this temple. That will be enough."
"Master, please stop saying that. You will be fine."
"There must always be a true Buddhist practitioner in a temple, so that the tradition will not be cut off."
The old monk gave his disciple a few more detailed instructions and then let him leave.
He supported himself on the door frame, stood up and returned to the room, took off his robes, folded them neatly and placed them on the bed.
He holds a staff in his left hand, a bowl in his right hand, and wears Buddhist beads.
Finally, after thinking it over again, he left behind the staff and Buddhist beads, and walked out of the room and the temple with only the bowl in his right hand.
The wind is quite strong late at night.
In the end, the old monk chose to intercept the golden light flying across the sky.
"It's you, the old monk from Jixiang Temple, who came here to stop me late at night. Do you want to talk to me about the wonderful Buddhist scriptures all night long?"
The golden light in the sky stopped and hovered in mid-air, revealing a golden face faintly.
"You are not the real Golden Light God." The old monk said in a firm tone.
"The old god fell, and the new god was born. Now I am devoutly worshipped by all the believers of the Golden Light Religion. How can I not be the Great God of Golden Light?" The golden face sneered.
"You were not born naturally."
"Everything happens due to causes and conditions. You can't even understand this. No wonder you can't enter the Samadhi stage."
"You are the Lord of the Seven Sins!"
"Old monk, you are obsessed with appearances. Buddha has thousands of faces and forms. I am the Lord of the Seven Sins, so I cannot be the Great God of Golden Light, right?"
Seeing the other party admit it frankly, the old monk's heart skipped a beat, knowing that he had no chance of survival tonight.
He was just guessing that the Golden Light God of the Golden Light Sect might be one of the incarnations of the Seven Sinners.
I just took the opportunity to trick him.
The guess turned out to be true.
"You are a disaster in the world!" the old monk shouted in a deep voice.
"I was born because of all living beings, and all living beings are my parents." The golden face said cleverly, "If I were to cause trouble in the world, then all living beings would be monsters."
"Without sentient beings, I cannot be born."
"Without sin, I cannot grow."
"Everything I have is a gift from all living beings. All living beings made me who I am." "And you, old monk, are also a part of all living beings. You also made me who I am."
These words left the old monk silent.
There is already much controversy within Buddhism regarding the existence of the Seven Evil Lords.
Moreover, this Lord of the Seven Sins is extremely wise.
20 years ago, the world changed and became more suitable for demons to practice. At that time, Buddhism, Shintoism, and Onmyoji all paid a heavy price to stabilize the situation.
The Seven Sins Lords were born as one of the demon leaders, and they did not participate in wreaking havoc on the world. Instead, they took the initiative to hand over their three clones to Buddhism, Shintoism, and Onmyoji to be suppressed.
At that time He said: "I was born of all living beings, and all living beings are my parents. How can there be a rebellious son who kills his parents with his own hands?"
Perhaps He had treacherous intentions, but in that situation, the Seven Sinners took the initiative to show weakness and were willing to hand over three of their seven incarnations to Buddhism, Shintoism, and Onmyoji for custody and suppression respectively.
They were given a lot of favors, both in terms of face and substance. In addition, they could not think of any way to kill the Seven Sinners at that time.
Compromise is the best option.
Now, 20 years have passed, and the three incarnations of the Seven Sin Lords are still staying obediently in the place of suppression, without escaping or making any unusual movements.
“My eyes can see a glimpse into the future.”
"You haven't even cultivated half of your clairvoyance yet. Is the future you see really the future?"
"Amitabha." The old monk lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name.
Due to insufficient spiritual practice, he could only glimpse a tiny part of the future. In that tiny part of the future, the golden light of the great god Jin Guang was shining brightly, almost covering the entire sky above Tokyo.
That's definitely a good thing.
There is a premonition that he must be stopped during the summer festival, otherwise the future will be dangerous and unpredictable.
So, even if he can't win, he still wants to give it a try.
"Alas, I have no intention of hurting my parents, but you are bent on killing me."
The golden-faced man sighed, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
The old monk put his palms together, bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Everyone is paranoid, and so are you. How could you possibly kill me?"
"Amitabha."
"I was made by you. If you want to kill me, you must kill yourself first."
The golden face's tone was vague, as if he was expressing emotion about something.
"Amitabha."
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name for the last time, and golden flames emerged from his body. For a moment, the Buddha's light was blazing brightly.
"Monks who came here with enlightenment, after tonight, there will be one less."
The golden face floated in the air, neither running away nor taking the initiative to attack, but watching the old monk burn out his life's cultivation to the peak.
"The Sutra says: The bodhisattva's mind is focused on the emptiness and non-self, which is called the emptiness samadhi; the mind is focused on the extinction, which is called the formless samadhi; the mind is focused on the suffering and impermanence, which is called the wishless samadhi."
"The Sutra says: By relying on these three doors, all the excellent and good dharmas can be gathered. Without these three doors, the excellent and good dharmas that should be cultivated and studied will not grow.
If one can learn these three doors to liberation, one can also learn the three categories of the true Dharma realm, the Four Noble Truths, the Six Paramitas, and all the infinite and boundless Buddhist teachings.
Because the three samadhis encompass all wonderful and good dharmas. "
"Nirvana is the way to nirvana."
The golden face looked at the old monk who was burned by the Buddha's fire and whispered softly.
The Buddha's fire eventually burned the old monk's body, leaving only the Dharma bowl floating above his head, absorbing all the Buddha's fire and light.
Then the Dharma bowl flew into the air, emitting infinite Buddha light towards the golden face in the sky!
The golden-faced man did not move or struggle, but allowed the old monk's final bowl to take him in.
When all the golden Buddha light dissipated, the Dharma bowl fell from the sky to the ground and sank into the grass.
After a long time, a whisper came from the bowl.
"You have been my parent for my entire life, so I will suffer your pain for one day."
That night, the monk Ruyi rang the bell in Jixiang Temple, and the bell rang all night long.
The stars move and the sun and the moon take turns.
Late at night on the second day, the Dharma bowl emitted a crisp buzzing sound, and cracks began to appear on its surface before it collapsed.
A golden face jumped out, turned into a dazzling golden light, and disappeared into the distance.
(End of this chapter)
