The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 348: Heart Sutra of White Bone Bodhisattva
"You should visualize your body as a skeleton, making it as white and pure as possible. Let your head fall down and sink into your scapula. Focus your mind and make it as clear as possible."

"Looking at the four sides of the body, all around the four directions, there are skeletons. Even seeing countless and boundless white skeletons, scattered in all directions, some big, some small, some broken, some intact."

"After contemplating this, one should reflect on oneself. There are all kinds of bones in a mess, vertical and horizontal. Where is the self and other bodies? At that time, the practitioner will reflect on the non-self, and his body and mind will be at ease, peaceful and happy..."

In a quiet and simple residence, a strange sound kept being heard.

The voice was calm and distant, and seemed to reveal an inexplicable Zen feeling, but within the Zen feeling, there was an indescribable weirdness.

And if someone saw the scene in the yard, they would be scared out of their wits.

I saw a beautiful pregnant woman sitting in the yard. She sat cross-legged with a solemn look and mysterious scriptures uttered from her red lips.

As the chanting continued, the flesh and blood on her body fell off, revealing the white bones inside. What was even more horrifying was that as the flesh and blood in her abdomen rotted and fell off, the small white bones inside could be clearly seen.

Little Bai Gu seemed to have heard his mother's preaching and tried to stretch his hand out of the mother's body, but seemed to be blocked by some invisible force and shrank back in pain.

The person who was preaching the sutra was the White Bone Demon Xiaoyu. When she was still a pile of immobile bones, it was after she heard the master preaching the sutra that she embarked on the path of cultivation.

When Zhang Jiuyang showed his curiosity about this, she didn't hesitate at all and immediately told him everything she remembered.

In the yard, Dashachun looked at his wife Xiaoyu with concern, and the fear in his heart was much less.

For the mentally ill, even if Xiaoyu turned into bones, she was still his wife and the person he had to protect.

As Lu Hou listened to this strange scripture, he broke out in cold sweats and felt a sharp pain in his Dharma eye between his eyebrows. It was not until he got far away from it that he finally felt better.

He glanced at the Taoist priest and found that he was listening carefully, but did not seem to react at all.

Shaking his head, Lu Hou began to draw talismans on the ground with his hands. That was the fire talisman taught by Zhang Jiuyang. He drew it very slowly, but very seriously, with an increasingly focused expression.

The discomfort caused by the scriptures is becoming less and less.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaoyu's speed of preaching became slower and slower. Sometimes it even took her a while to remember one or two words, and they were strange languages ​​that were completely incomprehensible.

For example, there are words like Maha, Prajna, Nirvana, Naraka, etc., but the three words that appear most frequently are "Polido".

After a while, the sound of preaching disappeared completely.

The flesh and blood on Xiaoyu's body emerged inch by inch. She was reborn from death, and turned from withering to flourishing. There was a smile on her lips, which was quite Zen-like.

Lu Hou was horrified to find that his Dharma eyes, which had been enlightened by the Taoist priest, could see the changes of the female ghost in Guifei Ridge, but could not see the true form of Sister Xiaoyu.

The evil spirit disappeared, and his flesh and blood were just like those of an ordinary person. He couldn't see any flaws at all.

"Master, this is all the scriptures I remember. I just memorized the second half by rote and have no idea what it means. I don't know if it will be of any help to you, Master."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiaoyu deeply.

"After listening to this sutra, I don't know anything else, but I am sure of one thing."

"Which point?"

"The master who enlightened you was probably not just passing by, but had a plan in mind."

Xiaoyu was stunned.

"I have read some Buddhist scriptures over the years. If I am not mistaken, this set of scriptures is derived from the Buddhist method of visualizing white bones, and some concepts of Tantric Buddhism have been added. For example, the 'Polido' is the White Bone Bodhisattva of Tantric Buddhism."

The method of visualizing white bones is one of the five methods of Zen in Chinese Buddhism. It is a method used to cut off the greed for the physical body. It is specifically divided into four realms: the contemplation of impurity, the contemplation of white bones, the contemplation of white bones growing flesh, and the flowing light of white bones.

The White Bone Bodhisattva 'Polido' is known as one of the ten evil Buddhas.

Legend has it that one day, white holy fire fell from the sky and burned fiercely in the three thousand worlds. Some people saw a white skeleton looming in it, and those with deep wisdom heard the sound of a big red flame, saying: Boundless sentient beings are hurt by the vow, and boundless afflictions are caused by the vow of the Dharma.

That is the White Bone Bodhisattva Polydho.

In order to investigate the Black Sky plan, Zhang Jiuyang did a lot of homework and learned a lot about Buddhism, not only limited to the Central Plains Zen Buddhism, but also including the Western Tantric Buddhism.

I didn't expect it would come in handy right now.

"I will just call it the Heart Sutra of the White Bone Bodhisattva."

Zhang Jiuyang paused, and his voice became more solemn.

"This set of methods should have been created specifically for you. It combines the methods of Central Plains Zen Buddhism and Western Regions Tantric Buddhism. It is obvious that the person who passed on this Heart Sutra must be a great Buddhist. But this is strange..."

"The other party took great pains to create the White Bone Bodhisattva Heart Sutra for you, and then disappeared without a care?"

This is what Zhang Jiuyang is most puzzled about.

This "Heart Sutra of White Bone Bodhisattva" was clearly tailor-made for Xiaoyu. This technique was profound and profound, both righteous and evil, and of a very high grade, which allowed her to enter the fourth realm in just over ten years.

It seems like he wants to enlighten him or even accept him as a disciple.

But everything came to an abrupt end. If Zhang Jiuyang had not appeared out of nowhere, she would have died tragically at the hands of Wolf Commander today.

Or... is there another pair of eyes hiding behind the scenes?
Just because Zhang Jiuyang appeared, he didn't help?
This is a possibility, but Zhang Jiuyang's sword heart did not have the slightest warning. After obtaining the clear sword heart and experiencing the experience of the Yellow Millet Dream, his soul had become extremely sharp.

Even if a sixth-level immortal wanted to spy on him secretly, he would be able to sense the clues.

Unless the opponent is stronger than the Sixth Realm, even the Two-Faced Buddha is only at the Sixth Realm, and looking at the Buddhist sects all over the world, there is not a single one at the Seventh Realm.

"This, this little demon doesn't know either."

Xiaoyu shook her head, also confused.

In fact, after she had achieved some success in her practice, she also tried to find that master, but in the end she found nothing.

Zhang Jiuyang's fingers tapped the chair rhythmically. His intuition told him that this was very important and could not be ignored.

Xiaoyu felt an inexplicable pressure and sat there, not daring to breathe.

Although Taoist Zhang didn't seem to mind the union of humans and demons, and was not like ordinary Taoists who would shout and kill demons when they saw them, for some reason, she could always feel a special majesty from the other party.

Just like...the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the temple.

Perhaps because of the pressure brought by Zhang Jiuyang, Xiaoyu only felt the fetal gas in her abdomen move, and a look of pain appeared in her eyes, but she did not dare to make a sound and just endured it.

"You should go back first and have a good rest—"

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept over her bulging belly, and his fingers tapping on the back of the chair suddenly paused, as if thinking about something.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Xiaoyu felt nervous.

Zhang Jiuyang came back to his senses, smiled faintly, and waved his hand to signal her to go back to the house to rest and not to upset the fetus.

A bold guess emerged in his mind.

He pulled Dashachun, who was about to follow him into the house, and asked with a smile, "Do you want a son or a daughter?"

Dashachun chuckled, scratched the back of his head and said, "Okay, all is good."

"My son should look like the Taoist priest, and my daughter should look like Xiaoyu, they are beautiful..." Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

Don't say that casually. I have no interest in skeletons.

"Do you remember who you met before Xiaoyu got pregnant? Did you see an old monk?"

Dashachun quickly shook his head and said, "There is no old monk."

"Have you ever eaten anything particularly delicious?"

He thought about it seriously, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said, "Yes, I ate a lot of candy beans. They were very sweet and delicious. After eating them, I felt warm and comfortable..."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly, "Who fed you those candy beans?"

"It's Mr. Meng!"

"Mr. Meng is a very good person. He also said that when my child is born, I will give him a good name..."

Zhang Jiuyang silently memorized the name Mr. Meng.

At this time, Lu Hou also came over. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, you won't doubt Mr. Meng, right?"

Zhang Jiuyang did not answer, but asked him a question in return.

"When did Mr. Meng come here and start teaching?"

"About... thirteen or fourteen years ago."

Lu Hou paused and his pupils narrowed.

Thirteen or fourteen years ago, wasn’t it the time when Xiaoyu heard the master preaching?

"Master, Mr. Meng is a very good person. In my heart, he is even a saint in the book. If it weren't for him, I would probably still be begging on the street..."

Lu Hou defended Mr. Meng without hesitation.

Dashachun also nodded vigorously and said, "Mr. Meng is the best person in the world. No, he is the best person except Xiaoyu!"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the determination in their eyes and could feel the respect and admiration that came from their hearts.

"I'm not doubting you, I'm just asking."

"Don't tell anyone else. If bad guys come after Xiaoyu again in the future, I won't help. And you, little monkey, the fire talisman you draw is terrible. If you want to learn it, watch your mouth."

Hearing this, the two of them nodded quickly, with excitement in their eyes.

"Master——"

Under Zhang Jiuyang's gaze, Lu Hou chuckled and quickly changed the subject: "Master, are you really willing to teach me how to draw fire talismans?"

Before this, Zhang Jiuyang had only taught him how to activate talismans and the Jade Pivot Fire Finger. As for how to draw talismans, he had no idea. Just now he just followed suit.

"I just took a look at your physique and it's not bad. You have a potential for cultivation. It's not impossible for me to teach you, but you have to help me do something first."

"what's up?"

"Help me deliver this letter to the Yue Mansion and make sure it is delivered to Duke Dingguo."

Zhang Jiuyang took out a letter from his arms and put it in Lu Hou's hand.

Originally, he and Yue Ling had agreed that after the Great Teleportation Talisman took effect, they would contact each other through the Ming Wang Seal, but circumstances could not keep up with the changes and the Ming Wang Seal in his mind disappeared.

Yue Ling must be anxious at this moment.

He didn't know where Yue Ling was right now. He might still be in Yangzhou. Qingji and A Li were not around. He wanted to inform them, and the best way was to use the Yue Mansion.

Duke Dingguo knew about the existence of his "son-in-law". Old Madam Shen said that Marshal Yue had agreed to the marriage and asked to get married in Jizhou.

Zhang Jiuyang felt that he could trust Duke Dingguo Yue Jiang.

"Marshal Yue... Marshal Yue?"

Lu Hou was shocked. Who among the people from Jizhou had not heard of the reputation of Marshal Yue?
That is the pillar that supports the North and the stabilizer of the sea!

"Master, how can I possibly meet Marshal Yue?"

"Don't worry, if you mention my name, Zhang Jiuyang, everyone in the Yue Mansion will treat you with courtesy, and Duke Dingguo will definitely meet you."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled confidently.

After he disappeared, Yue Ling would definitely mobilize all his forces to find his whereabouts, including the Duke Dingguo's Mansion.

I believe that the people in the Duke's Mansion will not remain indifferent after hearing his name.

"Will this really work?"

"Just go ahead and don't worry."

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and stretched lazily, his voice revealing a hint of emotion.

"Okay, I've been busy all day and I'm exhausted. I'm going to have a good sleep first."

Dashachun said naively, "Should I invite you to dinner tonight?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled, then said in a clear voice: "I will sleep for at least three to five days. If nothing serious happens, don't call me."

Sleep for three to five days?

Dashachun scratched his head and said in surprise: "Master, even a pig wouldn't dare to sleep like this..."

Zhang Jiuyang's face turned dark, then he shook his head and walked towards the side room.

He walked and muttered to himself.

"Sleeping immortal, sleeping immortal, lying high at the root of a stone, forgetting the age..."

Although Dashachun was outspoken, he had a kind heart. He suddenly remembered that no one had lived in the side room for a long time and the bedding inside seemed to be moldy.

So he took out the new bedding he had prepared for the New Year and prepared to give it to the Taoist priest.

But before he reached the door, he heard snoring.

Even and long, continuous like spring breeze and drizzle.

The Taoist priest fell asleep so quickly?
He looked inside through the window, and his pupils shrank as if they were illuminated by a strong light.

In the simple side room, a golden belt was floating in the air. It was more than ten feet long and about three feet wide, like a golden gauze.

The Taoist priest was lying there sleeping soundly, with his arms bent as a pillow, his whole body relaxed, and snoring loudly.

"My goodness, the Taoist priest is really a sleeping god, he sleeps more soundly than me..."

(End of this chapter)