Chapter 1165 The sky is full of gods and Buddhas

Chapter 1165 The sky is full of gods and Buddhas

"Uncle laughs so strangely..." The little girl and boy both looked a little scared and stepped back. Then they were hugged by a young woman in a purple dress who was watching quietly and returned to the cabin with a wary look on their faces. There were many passengers around. He looked over, his eyes astonished, as if he didn't quite understand how a good person could suddenly lose his mind and go crazy.

After laughing for a while, Meng Qi gradually calmed down. People in the world don't see the true Dharma. They view people by "appearance" because they are limited or blinded by their own experience, reliance and knowledge. They don't believe it when they should believe it, and they fall deeply into it when they shouldn't believe it. What I said It is a true story, while Xuanxin is using bragging to cover up his true nature as a spy of the demon race. Although the two are different, they both reveal certain flaws. For example, if the story he tells is posted on the forum of Ten Thousand Worlds General Knowledge, Maybe Meng Qi, the "Junzi Sword", will be recognized by his old friends from all over the world. For example, Xuan Xin often has subtle flaws, which makes people feel that he is not that simple. If he had paid attention to it early and observed it secretly, how could the Shaolin incident have happened in the first place?

It's a pity that if you judge people based on their appearance, you will lose Ziyu.

The world is like this. The Dharmakaya cannot see the Great Way, nor can it see the Tathagata, so what is standing in the middle? The external "I"?

Shaking his head and sighing, Meng Qi ignored his gaze and entered the cabin, because he felt hungry again after an unknown number of years.

Many cognitions and concepts brought about by so many years of martial arts prowess have been shattered and rebuilt.

The boat was sailing on the sea without any major incident. Meng Qi had always had the ability to make friends. He quickly became involved with Huang Chang and others, bragging and drinking, having a great time. In his spare time, he told stories to the twins. They were all other than the Crazy Blade Yuanhuang. All kinds of experiences and encounters in the world of reincarnation.

Although the twins kept mumbling that their mother said their uncle was bragging, Meng Qi's story was so exciting that they made sure to report to work on time every day, with their little faces raised, and they listened with rapt attention.

"But they said that I returned to the country's capital and met the Demon Queen in the temple. She sacrificed a golden holy dress and transformed into the Queen of Blades..." As he talked, Meng Qi was used to teasing his prank-loving temper and started running around. After getting off the train, the people around me heard the suddenness and frowned repeatedly, but the little girl and boy were enjoying it and found it deeply interesting. It was more interesting than the "Emperor of Yuan vs. Transformers" book!

They asked questions from time to time, such as what is the Golden Saint Cloth and what is the Queen of Blades. The interaction between the two parties was so pleasant that the worried young woman in the purple dress next to them became increasingly relaxed.

On this day, the moon was in the sky, and the clear light shrouded the ship like a veil. Meng Qi was no longer tireless, sleeping on a narrow bed, rising and falling with the waves.

And in a certain cabin, the man in black robes who had been keeping his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. The dark place was glowing with a bright silver color, which was a little sacred and a little indifferent. It was like the clearest mirror, taking in all the bits and pieces around him. Reflected in it, there are illusions that are invisible to the naked eye, such as the mist-like Yin Qi, such as the ghost embedded in the wall panel with only one face exposed.

"The Eye of Wuwu is finally a success." The man in black robe happily muttered to himself and stood up slowly.

He is a strong man from the left. In order to cultivate this magical power, he has suppressed all kinds of desires for several years. Now that his achievements have been completed, he has to vent and celebrate.

According to sensory observation, no one on this building ship can block his attack!

Pushing open the hatch, the man in black robe looked at the slightly flickering lights and quiet passages on both sides, recalling what he had known before, and walked forward slowly, feeling contented, as if he was the master of all life on this high-rise ship.

"It's difficult to block the Universal Identification Talisman, so don't be careless, lest someone ask for help." He thought about the details, thought for a while, passed the two cabins where the young woman in purple dress and her family lived, and walked towards the front.

Although that guy who likes to brag has no martial arts skills, he always has some indescribable feelings when he senses them. To be serious, let’s start with him!

Stopping in front of the cabin, he slowly opened the door, silently, and glanced at the bed, full of bloodthirsty and cruel colors. He took in Meng Qi's figure sleeping soundly on the bed, raised his right palm, and was about to take action.

But at this moment, his innocent pupils reflected a picture that was different from the naked eye. The sleeping figure was surrounded by golden Arhats and compassionate Bodhisattvas, layer after layer, overlapping, or forming a knot. There is a lion seal, or a vase seal, or a demon pestle, or a pure lotus, with bursts of glass pure light, the ceiling is constantly shaking, and there seems to be a moonlight "Buddha" at the top!

Sweat fell down his face and he instinctively retreated. The man in black robe hit the door with a bang and said in panic:

"The sky is full of blessings from gods and Buddhas?"

This bragging guy is actually protected by Arhats from all heavens and Bodhisattvas from all walks of life?

Where did he come from?

Is the Buddha reincarnated or the savior of the world?

The sound of banging on the door woke up Meng Qi. His years of habit made him quickly turn over and sit up, assuming the most suitable posture for action. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in black robes in front of him, while his ears echoed with the words "The sky is full of gods and Buddhas" Bless” voice.

In just a short moment, he had already outlined the general story of the matter. Facing the panicked man in black robe, he smiled slightly and said, "Isn't it the way to be a guest if you don't come in without asking?"

The man in black robe looked horrified and shook his head instinctively:

"You, you have no martial arts skills at all, how can you be protected by gods and Buddhas all over the sky?"

He had a clear feeling that he was going to die.

Meng Qi changed to a sitting position and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, if you don't believe it, a certain person used to be an expert. Because he was facing a barrier and it was difficult to break through, he asked his friends for advice and finally understood that the biggest reliance is to reveal the true self. As for the shortcut method and the protection of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, it is because someone was kind to a certain Buddha or a great Bodhisattva in the past."

The man in black robe was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing. He laughed uncontrollably and woke up several people. It took him a long time to gasp and said: "Do you think I'm stupid? Is there any idiot who would give up his martial arts skills after just a few words? Haha. , this joke is so funny.”

I am such a fool... Meng Qi said silently.

"Only by giving up your martial arts can you see your true self? Haha, by giving up your martial arts you can only seek your own death..." The man in black robe continued to laugh, "Anyone who studies martial arts will understand that the most real and true basis in the world is a little practice. How can you see your true self without giving up your strength?”

Meng Qi thought for a while and said: "The Taoist sect once divided tribulations into many categories. There are different tribulations of thunder, tribulations of wind, earth and fire, tribulations of human beings involving cause and effect, tribulations of three lives related to the past and the future, and tribulations of sudden loss of magical powers. At that time, can you still rely on martial arts? Should you just wait for death if you encounter a vacuum calamity? "

"That's different. If it's a disaster, you can prepare treasures to ward off the disaster, invite friends to protect you, and make comprehensive plans. As long as you survive that period, you can naturally recover. Compared with abandoning your martial arts to find the illusory true self, it is simply incomparable. Same thing." The man in black robe shook his head and sneered, still feeling that this master who was protected by the gods and Buddhas in the sky was kidding him.

There must be some masters who are so powerful that they can't detect his martial arts skills at all, but how can any master do such a stupid thing as destroying his own foundation?

Meng Qi said seriously: "What if the vacuum tribulation lasts for one year, five years, or even ten years?"

"How can there be such a long-lasting disaster?" The man in black robe didn't believe it at all.

Meng Qi did not argue, and showed a smile and said: "I am the same as you said now? I can ask the gods and Buddhas in the sky to protect me, and if I have treasures, I can automatically protect the Lord. If I want to do something, the world is big, and there is no one who is willing to help me. There are not many but certainly many who abandon me because I have lost all my strength. They just need to re-recognize themselves, understand the world, and adjust the habits that come from martial arts. What is the difference between this and going through the tribulation of vacuum? "

"But others can recover as soon as the disaster is over, but there is little hope of giving up martial arts. It is more like giving up on oneself." The man in black robe still cannot accept this choice.

For martial arts monks, strength is life and strength is everything!

Meng Qi did not answer directly, but looked out the window, pointed at the bright moon and said: "When I had martial arts, I was able to enter Qingming for the first time, and it only took a few steps to reach Guanghan. Now if I want to go there, I must either ask others for help, or Travel through the Black Palace and use their magical mechanisms."

Then, he pointed at the dark island shadow:

"Look at the steep peaks of the island over there. When you had martial arts, it was just a single step. Now if you want to reach it, you have to be prepared, travel through mountains and rivers, and overcome many difficulties and obstacles before you can reach it."

"In the past, to do something, I could just do it myself. Even if I was far outside the boundary, I could still use my strength from a distance. Now I have to go around a lot and use up human support."

"Many past experiences, habits, and cognitions collapsed before my eyes with the loss of martial arts. I had to reconstruct them to match the current situation, so I understood what a pattern is, what an external thing is, and relied on them but not on them. To them, restricted by them, covering 'eyes'..."

His voice was low and his tone was normal as he described various seemingly natural changes. The man in black robe initially had a look of disbelief, but as he gradually fell into thinking, it seemed that there might be some truth to it.

He responded with a few words from time to time, and Meng Qi continued to talk. Unconsciously, the east turned pale, and the sea and sky seemed to be burning.

The man in black robe suddenly frowned and said: "You have said so much, do you want to persuade me to give up my martial arts?"

"No, I'm just comforting myself." Meng Qi laughed at himself, then waved his hand and said, "The Eye of Wuwu is a magical power of Taoism. It pays attention to the integration of body and mind. It should not be blinded by lust. Even if it is practiced, if it is indulged, it will regress. , take care of yourself.”

The man in black robe did not dare to disobey and walked backwards out of the cabin. All the emotions in his heart had long since disappeared after a night of listening to the lecture in a foggy atmosphere.

There were many early risers in front of me, talking and laughing. The man in black robe seemed to have just woken up, and said to himself in astonishment:

"What have I done and where am I?"

"I just listened to that lunatic talking nonsense all night?"

"And I think what he said makes sense..."