Wet viviparity

Chapter 210: Shallow Fate, Vacuum Mother
The mist gradually thinned and visibility improved significantly. Many vultures could be seen circling, each as big as a canopy, circling on a wide upturned rock platform.

There was a body wrapped in sackcloth lying quietly on the rock platform. Looking closely, the tightly wrapped body was still moving.

Under the rock platform, in the distance, a monk’s ghost head touched the ground, clasped his hands together, and chanted sutras for salvation in a low voice. The sound of his chanting echoed on the silent platform.

A group of vultures were circling in the distance, waiting quietly, spreading their wings in compliance with the ritual, making themselves look like black flags fluttering in the wind.

They gradually lowered in altitude as the ritual progressed, eventually landing on the rocks surrounding the corpse.

The vulture leading the group looked majestic and dignified, its feathers gleaming with metallic luster in the gray sunlight.

It first scanned the surroundings with its sharp eyes, and after confirming that the ceremony was all right, it first staggered toward the stone platform, followed closely by the other vultures, forming a solemn procession.

The vultures surrounded the body and began to tear at the linen wrapped around it with their powerful beaks.

As bits of sackcloth blew away in the wind, they began to pick at the carcass.

Each peck was extremely precise, without any waste; their heads quickly rose and fell, bringing out fresh meat, internal organs, wet intestines, etc. from the corpse, making a clicking sound.

The "corpse", the still living corpse was shaking, its face distorted, with relief and pleasure in the pain.

These complex feelings made the "corpse" groan, which intertwined with the pecking sounds of vultures, forming a beautiful melody on the rock platform, which made the goddess indulge in it.

Ji Ming felt drowsy and nauseous. He heard the voices of men and women, the voice of impermanence, joy, and supreme greatness. He felt he could not listen any longer.

This is the pain of having a low realm and shallow attainments, and being unable to listen to profound Dharma principles.

Of course, the realm here is low and the cultivation is shallow, which applies to the practitioners in this cemetery.

A special scent began to permeate the air. It was the smell of life returning to nature, and also the fragrance of Buddhism in the corpse.

The vultures' feathers became mottled with blood, but they didn't seem to care. They continued to perform their tasks attentively, tearing out more flesh and blood.

In this process, there was no fighting, no chaos, only a silent and orderly solemnity.

In the end, only a fleshless and skinless white corpse was left there, on the rock platform covered with a bloodstained red carpet.

"Come on!"

The goddess said.

Ji Ming couldn't help but say, "We should have left a long time ago."

As the goddess danced in the air, she said, "It is a rare opportunity for both you and me to observe this kind of practice of impermanence."

"Wow!"

On the rock platform, the vultures tore the corpses apart one by one, grabbed the various bones on the corpses and chased after them, making sharp cries from their mouths.

As the vulture flew up, its bones loosened one by one and smashed heavily on the ground. In the collision of bones, Ji Ming heard other sounds, the sounds of wonderful Dharma.

His soul began to glow, becoming much more solid and stronger, and the spiritual power it released was no longer as weak as before. He could lift heavy objects and explore several miles away.

“And this is another benefit!”

Although it was painful for Ji Ming to hear, he still insisted on listening.

"Click!"

As the bones collided, a vague voice sounded, "Soul, soul, soul from the world of the living, I am the male and female celestial maiden, please abandon the celestial maiden beside you, she is not qualified to be the mentor of the Buddha's disciples, she is not qualified..."

The goddess hugged Ji Ming's soul tightly and flew to the northeast in a panic.

The bones that were rolling on the ground suddenly gathered and began to spin. In the strange and gloomy wind, they turned into a naked person, sometimes showing a male form, sometimes showing a female form. It waved its arms and legs and sat on the leader of the group of vultures, saying, "Music Fairy, the forest farm is a paradise for Buddhists, a place of purity and impermanence. You have only been here for a hundred years and have only just acquired the basic Dharma form of a fairy. How can you guide others?"

"You can't control it!"

The goddess of music hugged Ji Ming tightly, and the hundred mouths on her fleshy whiskers opened together, but she no longer sang, but made all kinds of terrifying noises, such as mountain shouts, owl calls, etc., which scared the vultures and made them fly away in panic.

"Don't worry, it won't dare to get angry in this pure land of the corpse family."

As soon as he finished speaking, the male and female goddesses who were appearing alternately as a man and a woman grinned and their two rows of white teeth chattered, which clearly showed that they did not mean to let them go.

The vulture under his seat spread its wings, creating a bloody storm that knocked the dancing Fairy of Music down from the sky.

The goddess of music tore off a piece of bloody skin from her back, slapped it on Ji Ming's soul, instantly pushing him into the skin, and then threw him to the northeast.

"Remember, come back to the world of the living and offer me your worship, and I will respond and come to practice with you."

A cold wind blew and Ji Ming flew out of here in an instant.

He who was slapped on the skin seemed to have an extra body. He controlled the skin to fly out of the heavy haze. On the way, he crossed the bloody sea and the thousand-foot-high knife mountain. He frequently encountered flocks of vultures and various evil birds. Occasionally, there was a majestic golden bird flying through the sky, rolling up a raging tornado in the air.

He felt like he was on a tour of the underworld, a very dangerous tour.

To some extent, this cemetery is no less than the fairy palace in the three heavens.

After a long time, he finally saw a vast expanse of land.

On this dark land are the familiar undulating blood-stained slopes, the dried leather flags fluttering in the wind, and the sparse forest of white spines.

As they flew closer, they could see many monks and ghosts walking slowly with their hands folded on the slope, worshipping devoutly; there was also a senior monk sitting alone under a tree, and various nameless ghosts. They were chanting, worshiping, copying scriptures, setting up altars, and listening to the Dharma.

In this land, there is a towering sacred tree, which exudes a sense of solemnity and vastness at all times.

The tree seemed to be holding up the sky and grasping the earth. On the treetops that supported the sky were carrion-eating birds, especially ferocious vultures, flying around in the shade of the sacred tree, which was as vast as a city.

Ji Ming gradually drifted to the long boundary between shade and sunshine, which seemed as long as the horizon. His skin was shaking as he drifted in this vastness, feeling extremely peaceful in his heart.

At the other end of this place, outside the shadows that looked like the skyline, a ghost king with red hair, a burnt face, a big belly and a thin neck sat on a lotus platform on the water, closed his eyes and smiled, saying: "A person who holds the fate has come here."

"What is the meaning of holding on to fate?"

Some terrifying demons and monsters asked with their hands clasped together.

"To hold on to the causes and conditions of others and to expect the results of others is called holding on to the conditions. This is a mistake and ultimately an illusion."

The ghost king seemed to be in a dream and said, "Since the fate is not his, he still came here. How can this fate be explained?"

Around the lotus platform, those who came to listen to the Dharma were pondering and meditating. The word "fate" was the most profound, as it involved the past and touched the future. Only those with great wisdom who knew the past and the future could understand it.

A figure stood up. What kind of figure was this? The head was not a head, the hands were not hands, the body was not a body, everything seemed to be wrong and growing wrong on the body every moment.

This is the inverted, formless and true vacuum mother, who has attained the "Anagami Fruit", the third of the four fruits in Buddhism, corresponding to the last of the three steps of Taoism, "refining the spirit and returning to emptiness", in which the three knots of greed, anger and ignorance are completely cut off and will never arise again.

She said with her mouth that was misplaced at her navel: “Fate has different sizes and weights. He is not a person with fate. He is here only because of the fate of others. This is a shallow fate, like a floating duckweed without roots, and it will not last long.

He is now experiencing enlightenment under the sacred tree, which is the fruition of karma, and the shallow karma will disappear on its own. "

The King of Ghosts smiled without saying a word, and only ordered the Inverted and Formless True Emptiness Mother to go and see the person who holds the connection.

(End of this chapter)