As the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism and the undisputed hegemon of the Buddhist sect after the Zen-Ministerial controversy, the temple’s architecture is perfectly suited to the kind of building that is described in the Avalokiteshvara as a pavilion at five steps and a pavilion at ten steps.
“It’s a pity that even the most magnificent buildings have been reduced to a scorched earth in the end.” A page of the book suddenly lamented.
“It’s all the fault of that group of that group of blasphemous Buddhists,” a chilling look flashed across the face of Shan Yin Jushi, “That Ragged Temple has gone completely evil with the help of the power of the Three Phase Gods, if it weren’t for the Daoist Sect as a rival, Abbot Xin Yuan would have made that Ragged Temple pay the price long ago.”
‘So I’ve also blocked a disaster for that group of peaC*ck thieves and vultures ——‘ thought One Page Book a little breathlessly.
He glanced a little meaningfully at Shan Yin at his side and secretly labelled him Heart’s Edge in his mind.
Although this person is a hermit cultivator with hair, he is a little too respectful of the Heart’s Edge and does not look like a bit of a hermit.
Generally speaking, people in seclusion are indifferent because they have avoided the world for a long time.
The suspicious man had several thoughts in his mind at once, but on the surface, he said calmly, “The use of external forces will not last long, and Nalanda Temple will pay the price for what they have done.”
“Is that what you think, too?”
Shan Yin looked more than happy to talk, and as he walked and talked with One Page, he introduced him to the various monks who had come here.
It was true that he did not seem to be a hermit, or at least a hermit would not know everything about the history of the monks who had come here, and he knew everything in detail.
Despite his deep thoughts, the one-page book spoke freely on the surface and responded in a timely manner, without being either warm or distant.
“Those wearing plain monk’s clothes are all Buddhist friends of the Dharma Sangha. Their lineage focuses on spiritual cultivation, and although they do not value the physical body, their cultivation is often based on hard work.
And although the monks of the Dharma Phase Temple only cultivate the Dharma body, they have a secret method of merging the Dharma body and the physical body, and once they reach the Tong Shen realm, the Dharma body and the physical body are completely united, and their physical strength is no less than that of a Golden Body martial artist.” Shan Yin’s eyes gestured to a line of monks in white-washed monk’s clothes not far away and said in a quiet voice.
After a Buddhist martial artist reached the True Dan realm and condensed his relics, he could be divided into two types of cultivation: Dharma Body and Golden Body. The Dharma Body focuses on training Qi and Spirit, while the Golden Body focuses on training the body.
Of course, there is no shortage of people who cultivate both at the same time. Or rather, many Buddhist martial artists cultivate both, and even if they do not, the Golden Body is still the first choice.
Martial artists who specialise in the Dharma Body can be said to be standardly brittle due to their weak bodies. They are even inferior to non-physical martial artists because of the lack of refinement of their physical bodies.
For Dharma Sangha Temple to be able to mingle as one of the three great Buddhist temples with its Dharma body cultivation is indeed not to be underestimated.
“I heard that the abbot of Dharma Sang Temple, Master Wu Lai, is also a supreme power, and I wonder what kind of grace he will have.” Later in the conversation, Shan Yin lamented as he did.
“Oh?” A page book looked a little curious, “Has Your Excellency never met Master Wu Lai?”
“Haha, Master Wulai sits in the Dharma Sangha all the time and rarely goes out, how could I have seen him?” Shan Yin waved his hand, “Master One Page Book, have you seen it?”
“Even Your Excellency has never seen it, so how could an inferior person ever see it? Don’t forget, even the Dharma Sangha was introduced by Your Excellency.” One Page Book said with a smile.
The two of them walked for another two quarters of an hour and finally approached the Dazen Monastery’s dojo, the place where this Buddha Bathing Festival a*sembly would be held.
From a distance, one could hear the true Sanskrit meditation chanting, haunting the ears and resounding in the sky.
“—— As the Buddhas’ infinite merits and virtues adorn their bodies; so shall I, in order to adorn my body, accomplish infinite goodness ——”
The Buddha Bathing Festival, being an important Buddhist festival, naturally does not lack pujas. If in the past, even if the Great Zen Temple did not invite all the temples, there would be temples from all sides to join together on their own, or just choose a place and call the Buddhist monks to go and hold a puja.
But this year, since it was the Da Chan Monastery that called for the puja, it was easy for the Da Chan Monastery to recite the sutras first and then discuss the various matters.
The sutra being recited by the monks in the dojo is the Sutra of Amitabha, which is one of the very few sutras in which the Buddha does not ask questions of his disciples but speaks without being asked, and is one of the three sutras of the Pure Land.
It is also one of the three sutras of the Pure Land. The three sutras of the Pure Land come from the Pure Land Sect, which, along with Zen Buddhism, is one of the two branches of Buddhism that have had the most profound influence on the Middle Kingdom.
It is one of the two most influential branches of Buddhism in China, along with Zen Buddhism. It is the source of the mysteries of the Avatamsaka, the secret essence of the Dharma Flower, the heart of all Buddhas, and the south of all Bodhisattva practices.
This is the sutra of the Pure Land Sect, which is the sole reverence for Nembutsu, the ultimate method of Buddhism for a generation.
In short, it means that if one chants the Buddha’s name every day and does nothing, one can be reborn in the Pure Land of Bliss after death, which is one of the most powerful tools of Buddhist preaching.
In fact, the Pure Land Sect is responsible for such a large number of followers in Buddhism.
But unfortunately, in a world of martial manifestations, it is not known whether one can be reborn in bliss just by reciting the Buddha’s name, but it is certain that one will die early.
The Pure Land Sect was able to recite the Buddha’s teachings but lacked the power to protect itself, and was eventually wiped out overnight by the combined plans of certain enemies.
However, despite the destruction of the Pure Land Sect, the philosophy of the Pure Land Sect was pa*sed on and absorbed by other sects, creating the heyday of the Buddhist sect.
Of course, the purpose of reciting one of the three Pure Land Sutras today is not only for the puja, but also for the common purpose of all Buddhist monks – the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Although there are no signs yet, One Page can already feel that the Buddhist holy land in the void is echoing the sutras recited by the monks, and that there are signs of its appearance.
His eyebrows had already glimmered with the light of Buddha, and the Three Dharma Seals of Rudra were echoing the Pure Land.
As he walked further in, the Sanskrit sound became more and more powerful, although there were no signs of golden lotus on the ground or swastika in the sky, but this was only because the monks did not inject their true qi, but were chanting purely with their minds.
But the sound was so powerful that the outline of a giant Buddha faintly appeared in the air.
The monks who arrived after them were like water flowing into the sea, chanting the Buddha’s Amitabha Sutra and merging with the monks.
The monks in the dojo, all facing the centre, were seated in a circle, spreading out in a circle from the very centre, just like the legendary pilgrimage of all the Buddhas, towards the very centre.
In the centre of the monks is a seven-coloured glazed pagoda. When the sun shines, the pagoda reflects a seven-coloured light, forming a solemn Buddhist light.
Around the tip of the pagoda, two figures are sitting in mid-air bathed in Buddha’s light, their eyes slightly closed, silently reciting sutras and guiding the monks’ minds to converge on the glazed pagoda.
