Chapter 106 Injuries?

Yuanjue opened his eyes and saw the old man carried on the back of the young釋迦, or rather, it was hard to tell whether this was an old man or a middle-aged man. His clothes were tattered, filled with unparalleled, the world's strongest sword energy.

Golden-red blood flowed from his eyes.

They were full of dirt.

His pupils were almost completely destroyed.

It was as if they had been pierced by the extremely powerful power of Yi Wood, completely shattered.

Yuanjue stepped forward, his eyes lowered, his pupils deep, and his brow seemed to bloom with three thousand feet of clear Buddha-light, seeing the old man's turbid aura, faintly containing endless killing intent and bloody karma. The young釋迦 could not yet understand what was in his teacher's eyes.

This true Awakened One put his hands together and said, "Teacher. You said that the Buddhist sect contends for salvation, and the disciple picked him up, so there is a karmic connection. Although he is seriously injured, he still has a trace of life, so there is a share."

"Having form and a share is the Dharma, and he should be saved by us."

The tall monk raised one hand to his chest, chanted a Buddha's name, and said: Salvation?

Amitabha, indeed it is so.

He took half a step forward.

A vast and terrifying aura erupted, his right hand gripping the Buddhist staff. The higher the realm, the purer the mind, the heavier this object became. The young 釋迦 could not believe that with each terrifying strike, he varied his steps, using the Buddhist technique of one step, one Bodhi to avoid it, and hurriedly said:

"Teacher, why!"

"This person is covered in blood debts and cannot be saved."

The monk slowly replied.

But the moves in his hand became heavier and more terrifying, as immovable as the Buddha-nature itself. The young man was forced back step by step. Even he himself had almost been injured several times, but he refused to throw down the old man. The monk swung his staff horizontally, and the young man blocked it with his arms, saying, "Teacher."

"All living beings are equal!"

The monk lowered his eyes and said calmly, "The lives of all living beings are not the same."

"Some people cannot be saved."

"Once saved."

"One's hands will be stained with blood."

The staff pressed down, and the young 釋迦 was pressed to his knees, saying, "Buddhist salvation!"

Yuanjue replied, "In my life, I only cultivate two Zen and two salvations.

Those who can be saved, I use my feet as a boat to help them cross the sea of suffering.

Those who should be killed, I use my staff as a boat to help them transcend this world!"

The Buddha-light suddenly appeared, the monk's eyes were calm and peaceful, and there was no longer any confusion on his face. Only the clear and peaceful Buddha-nature remained, indifferently saying, "For this kind of person, I should send him to see the Buddha." The young 釋迦's shoulders bled, his hands clasped together, his eyes clear and peaceful, saying:

"Since he has seen me, I cannot not save him."

A large and a small.

Teacher and disciple, both with the same stubborn temperaments, looked at each other.

Suddenly, a series of earth-shaking sounds came from afar. Old Hu Di appeared between them, one on each side, one hand holding Yuanjue's staff, and the other pressing on the head of the young 釋迦, saying, "Calm down, calm down, you two little fellows, why are you fighting again?"

"釋迦, don't make your teacher angry anymore."

"Yuanjue, don't be so bad-tempered."

"Come, come, put it all down, isn't there anything that can't be said properly? Do you have to use knives and guns..." Old Hu Di sighed and said, "In a little while, this little 釋迦 will have to go back to his era, can't you be more peaceful?"

Yuanjue and 釋迦 were both a little黯然.

釋迦 came here from thousands of years ago.

When the Bodhi leaf around the young man's waist turns into a withered菱, he will return.

Return to that era.

Having appeased the two big and small iron-headed baldies.

Then seeing the miserable and dying old man over there, Yuanjue was silent for a long time and said, "Since you are determined to teach him, then let fate decide. If he is destined to have a connection with the Buddhist sect, then naturally he will teach. Otherwise, don't blame me."

釋迦 put his hands together, smiled and agreed. Rubbing shoulders and knocking on backs.

Serving very slavishly.

His handsome and delicate face was full of bright, brilliant, and happy smiles.

It was as if being able to teach someone really satisfied him.

"Master, Master is so good."

In the end, it was decided that both sides would take a step back and keep this old man by their side to see if he could be saved. Otherwise, Yuanjue would mercilessly swing his staff and give him a precise headshot, and then

Immediately sing a song of Rebirth Mantra, even scattering his soul and true spirit.

The young 釋迦 carefully helped to clean and heal the wound.

Although Yuanjue frowned, he still helped in the end.

It's just that helping was a bit rough. He stretched out his hand and pressed on the old man's injured area. After traveling through the Great Wilderness, the more pure and rich Buddha-light circulated endlessly, forcibly setting bones and healing injuries, which also made the old man frown in pain. Even in a heavy coma, he still let out a low scream.

The young 釋迦 cleaned the old man's wound, but saw that although his beard and hair were white.

But for some reason, at this moment, there seemed to be an invisible force that made the old man's life and death transform and circulate, vaguely seeming to transform into a tall man, whose appearance and age were only middle-aged, but the bloodstains on his face had not yet disappeared.

When the young 釋迦 was helping to heal him, he seemed to be awakened, extremely painful. He grabbed 釋迦's wrist,

Grabbing out blue and purple marks, blood flowed out, and he roared frantically in the air: "All things return to the tomb, all things return to burial! Earth, great..." The young 釋迦 was about to speak, about to comfort him, but Yuanjue held his staff upside down and directly smashed it on his forehead.

Then this guy who was being taught a lesson fell to the ground without saying a word.

Yuanjue sat down with a straight face.

"Effective."

Physical transcendence method.

Physical sedative.

釋迦's mouth twitched, and then he wiped the man's face, but looking at the dark eyes over there, he scratched his head, looked at the thin old man over there, and ran over to knock on the old man's shoulders with a shy face: "Grandpa Hu, are you tired? I'll rub it for you?"

"Not tired, not tired."

"Then, then are you thirsty? I'll go pick some fruits for you."

"Alright, alright, you little rascal."

The old man helplessly said, "Tell me, what do you want the old man to help with?" "Yay, it's the world's most reliable Grandpa Hu!"

The thin old man was amused by the young man and laughed, "You really know how to come up with names."

The young 釋迦 had delicate features and gesticulated, "Of course, I can give myself many, many names. I am Sakyamuni, I am Gautama Siddhartha, I am the Lion's Roar, complete with ten thousand virtues Tathagata!"

"I am Namo, all Buddhas of the Sea Assembly Tathagata!"

"Namo, possessing all kinds of samadhi, eliminating doubts, the first-intention protector, Immovable Tathagata!" Old Master Hu laughed and said, "Also Namo, the most flattering little rascal Tathagata.

The one who can provoke your master to be angry the most Tathagata!

Yuanjue, who was meditating, hummed.

Old Master Hu just laughed and walked over, prying open the man's eyes, looking at the two dark caves, and said, "Just a pair of eyes, the old man is best at refining the false and returning to the truth, ah, this..."

The old man suddenly hesitated, suddenly recalling the miserable situation he had created when he had previously refined the false and returned to the truth.

That belly swelled up like a balloon.

It hasn't gone down in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

However, there should be nothing wrong now, right?

This kid doesn't seem to be much trouble...

Besides, the backlash I had left over in the past has already been used up, and now I can be said to be light, refreshed, and a mere pair of eyes, hey, a small matter, a small matter.

Old Master Hu laughed loudly, patted Yuanjue on the shoulder, and then patted 釋迦 on the shoulder.

"Take your Dharma Eyes that see through all the sins of all things, save beings, and sever sins!"

"Take your Buddha Eyes that treat all living beings kindly and rejoice at seeing them!"

The old man gestured with both hands, carrying something and tiptoed over, just put it down below, and then stood up triumphantly. Before he could speak, he saw Yuanjue frozen, and even 釋迦 was stunned.

Old Master Hu was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Duang!

The flesh on his body suddenly dropped sharply.

It's like I've gotten fat again..."

Duang!

"Same"

Hu Di was silent.

Yuanjue was silent.

The young 釋迦 was stunned.

Hu Di touched his belly, round, full, and soft, was silent for a moment, and then touched his chin, very elastic. The old man's mouth twitched, and finally he took out a small mirror, and saw from the mirror that he had returned to his original karma.

The old man's eyes straightened, looked at the sweet-mouthed young man over there.

Looking at Yuanjue holding the staff.

Looking at the unconscious man over there.

His mouth twitched: "You, you three, all, all have great karma and fortune?!"

The old man shook, sat down on the ground, and wailed: "Wah ah ha ah ah, I'm so stupid, really!

"I only knew that the fox cub couldn't be touched, but the old man really didn't expect that even the guys around him couldn't be touched, wuwuwuwu, I'm fat again, fat again, you three, you three waaaaaaah!"

Yuanjue rubbed his brow and sighed, "Let's find a place first and see if there are any injuries."

He helped up the suddenly fatter Hu Di and found a safe place to check the old man's condition, while the young man carried the injured man who had been transformed from an old man into a middle-aged man by reversing the vitality of life and death, and found a dilapidated house.

The young 釋迦 said with a gentle and cheerful smile, "Teacher, Teacher, please accept him as a disciple too? In this way, there will be one more person on our journey of cultivation, and it will be much more interesting."

After I leave, there will also be a junior brother to accompany you.

The monk lowered his eyes and looked at him, saying calmly, "You saved him, then save him to the end. Don't satisfy your own heart of saving people and then abandon him."

"釋迦, saving people is getting involved in karma, it's not that simple, you have to bear the weight of a life. If you are willing, you can accept him as a disciple."

The young 釋迦 was stunned.

But Yuanjue ignored him and turned to help Hu Di recover.

The seriously injured man slept for a long time, and suddenly in the night, when the wind and moon were raging, he was awakened by the sound of wind and thunder outside the door, his face was flustered, but he did not know who he was, did not know what had happened in the past, just saw a young man in front of him holding water with a smile.

"Are you awake?

"How do you feel?"

"I, who am I..."

"Who are you?!"

Pain appeared on the man's face, the true spirit in his brow was pierced by a sword, the Dao fruit was stripped, life and death were reversed, and his memory shattered into a powder-like state. 釋迦 was surprised and said, "Don't you remember your name? I'll teach you, if you're willing, I can give you a name."

"You can use it temporarily."

The man sensed the youth's kindness and nodded.

釋迦 put his hands together, thought for a moment, and smiled, "When you were in a coma just now, you kept shouting words, something like all things return to the tomb, all things are buried in the earth, why don't I take a name from it?"

"Burial, the burial of burial is too ferocious.

The young man frowned and pondered.

The man's head was splitting, and Buddha-light seemed to flow in his brow. The wind and rain outside stirred, the room was dark, the wind and rain were bleak outside, making people feel a chill in their bodies. Suddenly, a warm stream of light lit up in front of him. He saw a tall monk in a gray robe with his back to everything, lighting a lamp.

A thousand years of dark room, one lamp is bright!

Next to him, a short and fat old man sat on a stone, smiling helplessly, but with a nonchalant look.

The tall monk faced away from everything, lighting a lamp.

The fat old man with a smiling face and bare chest sat on the left, and the young man was on the right. Then the young man clapped his hands and smiled:

"That's it!"

"All things return to the tomb and are buried in the earth, so you should be called Earth Burial."

"But burying all living beings is too ferocious, too sad. Hidden is very good, it feels very gentle." The young 釋迦 put his hands together, smiling, "All things are hidden in the earth, and when spring comes, they can turn death into life."

"Your name."

"Dizang!" (Earth Treasury)

"Is my eldest disciple."

Kala Kala, Yuanjue suddenly pressed down his palm, his pupils shrinking, and lamp oil dripped on his hand.

Dizang...?!!

釋迦 scratched his head and said, "Oh, sorry, I can't say this yet."

"But I am willing to accept you as a disciple, you can consider it."

The young man's smile was warm.

"Dizang."