Chapter 3405

"Amitabha, Fellow Immortal has misunderstood this poor monk!"

Ci Hui raised her head and looked at the woman, "This poor monk is not stumped by this little monk's question. This poor monk is only thinking … this intelligent little monk, this Buddhist disciple of Tantric Buddhism with roots of wisdom, what should this poor monk do to guide him into the right path of Buddhist cultivation!

Should this poor monk find an accomplished monk to teach him, or should this poor monk do it personally? "

Xiao Hua was shocked. His gaze swept over the young monk, and he asked indifferently, "Could it be that this poor monk is so mischievous in front of Master?

Then this poor monk would like to ask Master, what is the right path and what is the wrong path?

You have yet to attain fruition, so how do you know which path is the right path?

Even if Master has attained fruition, is your path definitely the right path?

Is your right path definitely this poor monk's right path?

Is I sure to attain fruition just because I follow your path? "

Hearing this, Ci Hui's face became even more bitter, as if she had a goldthread in her mouth. She lowered her head and chanted again, "Amitabha, seeing this little monk today, this poor monk thinks of this poor monk's past.

You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, you don't know the vastness of the sea and sky, you don't know that there are many mysteries in this world that cannot be known by others. Humans are nothing more than dust in this world. What can cause clouds and rain with a flip of the hand, what can cause a dragon to fly in the sky with a flip of the hand, they are all absurd.

Apart from arrogance, arrogance, and contempt, what else can a human be?

Only when one truly recognizes one's insignificance can one truly cultivate.

The so-called cultivation is not how many Buddhist cultivation techniques one cultivates, or how many Buddhist secret techniques one cultivates, but how many Buddhist scriptures one reads, and how many good karma one bears!

This poor monk even wants to say that the words in Buddhist scriptures can also kill, and only the spirit in Buddhist scriptures can let people live! "

In Ci Hui's words, the first half made Xiao Hua sigh with emotion. It was exactly as he had thought, but the second half made Xiao Hua puzzled again!

However, Xiao Hua could also see that Ci Hui's words came from the bottom of her heart, and she did not hide anything.

The first Buddhist expert that Xiao Hua met was Han Zhu. Han Zhu was a complete liar who tricked Xiao Hua miserably. Later on, Xiao Hua met a few more Buddhist disciples and none of them left a good impression on him. Therefore, even the old monk who had just passed away was unable to completely change Xiao Hua's bad impression of the Buddhist Sect.

And at this time, Ci Hui had just met him, and she was actually thinking so much for him, and was even distressed for him. This made Xiao Hua's heart vigilant, he didn't know what kind of medicine Ci Hui was selling in her gourd.

"If I can understand the spirit in the Buddhist scriptures, even if I throw the Buddhist scriptures to the back of my head, I can still attain the fruit!"

Ci Hui obviously didn't know what Xiao Hua was thinking. She still said, "If you can't understand this spirit, then you should properly study the Buddhist scriptures and truly understand Buddha's great wish. Purely showing off and arguing, purely speaking words, you can only walk into a dead end. It can't even be considered a wrong path!"

"Grandmaster, you're overstating things, right?" Xiao Hua's heart gave birth to a sense of victory as he said indifferently.

Ci Hui's face was still distressed, it seemed that every word Xiao Hua said made her heart ache, it was like a knife stabbing into her heart.

"Little monk, you don't need to say anymore. This poor monk will ask you three questions, you see if they are correct or not!" Ci Hui asked very regretfully.

"Grandmaster, please speak!" Xiao Hua nodded. He wanted to see what this young monk wanted to say.

"Your Buddhist cultivation technique has made quite a bit of progress. If this poor monk is not wrong, I'm afraid that you have already reached the Rugui realm?"

"Correct, what Grandmaster said is correct!" Xiao Hua slightly frowned. He didn't want to answer, but after thinking for a moment, he still answered honestly.

"You have studied very few Buddhist scriptures, so much so that this poor monk feels that you may not have even read a single one!"

Xiao Hua's eyebrows twitched. Before today, he indeed hadn't read a single Buddhist scripture, but in this short moment, he had already read half of the Buddhist scriptures in his Niwan Palace.

Xiao Hua looked at the woman who pursed her lips and smiled. He sighed and nodded, "What Grandmaster said is correct."

"This is the third question?"

Ci Hui turned to look at the woman and said with a wry smile, "This poor monk suspects that … this little monk is not a Buddhist disciple of the Pure Land World!"

"What?"

Xiao Hua was surprised and even more shocked. At the beginning, he spoke a bit slowly because he had adapted to the Pure Land World's language that was somewhat similar to the Sanskrit language. Now, he was already extremely proficient. He believed that it was impossible for others to see through his origin, but he didn't expect that Ci Hui would still see through him.

Therefore, Xiao Hua couldn't help but touch his nose and said with a wry smile, "Grandmaster, what do you mean?"

"Little monk …" The woman smiled, as if she was playing a double act with Ci Hui, "Fellow Daoist Ci Hui means … you are just a monk who has just shaved his head. Even if you haven't heard of Fellow Daoist Ci Hui's Buddhist name before, after all, he is a senior of the 'Ci' generation. Look at your appearance, what Grandmaster? Do Buddhist disciples call their seniors like that?

Also, where did you get your Tipfa name?

As far as I know, there is no such generation in the Pure Land World! "

When Xiao Hua heard this, he already had an idea in his heart. He said with a smile, "Didn't Grandmaster Ci Hui say it just now?

This poor monk has never read any Buddhist scriptures, and also doesn't know any Buddhist seniority. I had just shaved my head before the two of you came to the Great Snow Mountain. Grandmaster Ci Hui looks so young, even younger than this poor monk. If it weren't for the two of you having great magical powers, this poor monk wouldn't have called him Grandmaster! "

Saying this, Xiao Hua glanced at the azure lion and the strange bird that stopped not far away.

"You don't need to say it!"

The bitterness on Ci Hui's face didn't decrease. He looked at the old monk on the groove and asked, "What is this elder's Buddhist name?"

"This poor monk doesn't know!"

Xiao Hua shook his head, "When this poor monk came, he had already asked, but the elder didn't answer. At the same time, he also didn't give this poor monk any Buddhist name!"

"Tantric Buddhism, oh Tantric Buddhism!" Ci Hui sighed, "This poor monk doesn't know what to say!

Tantric Buddhism has been around for so long, it's unlikely that they would pass on the Traitorous Sutra to a little monk who has just entered the sect, right? "

"If Grandmaster doesn't want to say it, then don't say it!"

Xiao Hua replied, "Wait until this poor monk incinerates the elder's body and takes out the elder's Sarira Merit."

"You can start now … …" Ci Hui nodded. He took two steps forward and arrived in front of the wooden plank. He clasped his hands together and started to chant. His voice was very rhythmic. Although it wasn't loud, it clearly floated within three zhang (8.88m). Strands of Buddhist light were emitted from Ci Hui's body and slowly covered the old monk's body.

"Amitabha … …" Xiao Hua also chanted the Rebirth Mantra. He walked forward and lit the wooden plank with the oil lamp in his hand. The bright yellow flame on the wooden plank gradually rose and slowly wrapped around the old monk's corpse. Xiao Hua's heart was somewhat desolate. This old monk had bitterly guarded this place for nearly a hundred years. In the end, only this ball of flame accompanied him. Everything else had turned into smoke and dust floating in the air.

"You can start now, little monk!" Seeing that the flame was gradually growing bigger and Xiao Hua was still chanting with his head lowered, Ci Hui couldn't help but remind him.

"Start?

Start what? "Xiao Hua was greatly surprised. He stopped chanting and raised his head to look at Ci Hui.

Ci Hui was stunned and blurted out: "You … … Aren't you going to burn this elder's sarira?"

Xiao Hua's heart jumped. He knew that things weren't good. He hurriedly let the Buddha sarira flip through the Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures. He braced himself and said: "After burning the elder's body, won't the sarira naturally come out?"

"Sigh … … Let this poor monk do it. If we wait any longer, it will be too late!"

Ci Hui opened his mouth to explain, but looking at the flame, he could only pat his forehead. A Buddhist light flew out from the top of his head. Then, his hands moved again. It was actually a Buddhist seal that Xiao Hua had never seen before!

"Little monk … …" The woman at the side was originally solemn with her head lowered. At this moment, she couldn't help but speak again: "Sarira is the foundation of the cultivation of a Buddhist disciple.

Presumably, little monk should also have a sarira, right?

These Bodhisattvas would use a Buddhist mystic art to condense their negative karma and merit into their relic before they left. When the Buddhist fire burned their bodies, the negative karma would condense into the relic and fuse with it.

The sarira can protect the Buddhist disciple's karma in this life and prepare for the Buddhist disciple's cultivation in the next life.

And this elder looks very old. I'm afraid he doesn't have any Buddhist cultivation and is just an ordinary monk. These monks can't condense their karma and merit. Therefore, even if they can use the Buddhist fire to create a sarira, it will be melted bones and other things. Other than being a souvenir and for people to admire, it has no other use.

If you want to keep their karma and merit, you can only rely on external forces.

And this kind of external force … … To be honest, Fellow Daoist Ci Hui doesn't have this kind of divine ability. He can only create a sarira.

And this sarira isn't that sarira! "

Xiao Hua suddenly understood and said with a bitter smile: "This poor monk really doesn't know!"

The woman glanced at Xiao Hua and shook her head slightly: "Looks like you really don't know!

You only have the cultivation of the Buddhist Sect! "

While speaking, Ci Hui had already formed a seal with both hands. The Buddhist light emitted from his forehead condensed in the Buddhist seal, just like the Nine Syllables Mantra in Xiao Hua's mouth. "Go ~" Seeing the golden characters condense in the Buddhist seal, Ci Hui raised his hand and lightly scolded. The golden characters the size of a fist shone brightly and flew out from Ci Hui's hand … …

The brilliance of the golden characters was extremely bright. Xiao Hua unconsciously closed his eyes. And at this very moment, something strange happened. The old monk's body that was originally lying motionless on the wooden board suddenly moved. The old monk's closed eyes also opened. His turbid eyes looked at the sky blankly. But in just a moment, the Buddhist fire and the Buddhist light were reflected in his eyes. The old monk's orange peel-like face unexpectedly showed a rare kind of gratification and relaxation, as if he had put down a heavy burden. His lips trembled slightly. Looking at the shape of his mouth, it should be "Southern Gate Maitreya Buddha ~".

However, without waiting for the old monk to open his mouth, the Buddhist seal in Ci Hui's hand had already expanded from the size of a fist to the size of one zhang, covering the entire groove at the foot of the mountain. "Boom … …" On the wooden board, the Buddhist fire on the old monk's body flourished and unexpectedly turned into a pair of Third Grade lotuses, completely submerging the old monk!

The old monk smiled. The turbidity in his eyes unexpectedly disappeared and a kind of clarity flashed. That relaxed smile and the satisfaction of getting what he wanted condensed on his face … …