As for my answer, the Holy Living Buddha just smiled lightly, as if he had expected it, and did not seem to think that there was anything, and in fact, this answer was also the answer I got after torturing my heart.
Some people like the process, some people like the result, but for me, the process is as important as the result, a thing has no result without the process, and only the result, without the process, is also a kind of shortcoming.
Just as I have come along the way, the bits and pieces of getting along with Xiaochan are enough memories for me to cherish, but I also hope that the result is that Xiaochan can survive.
"Things in the world, if everything goes well, why regret it," the living Buddha said softly.
"But if everything is not as expected, what is the use of having regrets?"
I retorted again, this is not disrespect to the living Buddha, but just expounding a thought, a concept.
Even Buddhism is divided into Mahayana, Hinayana and Zen Tantra.
"If that little girl is not terminally ill, will you delay your own time and take her all the way west?"
the Living Buddha asked suddenly, obviously he didn't know everything about me, but obviously he already knew everything he should know.
"No, it won't."
I didn't think much about it, and replied directly, in fact, it is true, if Xiaochan's something is not only a month left, I will definitely not be compassionate.
"If that little girl were replaced by a man with an ugly face, would you still be willing to take him?"
the Living Buddha continued.
"No" I hesitated a little this time, as if I was considering the possibility of this matter, but in the end, I couldn't deceive myself, Xiaochan's beautiful and cute appearance did occupy a great advantage.
If it is really changed to what the living Buddha said, I am afraid that even if I sympathize, I will not really take him west, after all, it is not an obligation to save him when we meet in Pingshui, not to mention delay my own practice.
"All appearances are stinking skins, and compassion should be equal for all."
The Living Buddha shook his head, as if he didn't agree with me.
"Maybe in the eyes of the living Buddha there is only life, but I have not yet reached this realm, and I don't want to reach this realm, I think it is good to be an ordinary person, have your own preferences, have your own character, will be happy, will grieve, so that it will be a person, a complete life."
"I am not a saint, I can't do everything in the world, everything in the world, and I can't be a saint who is unkind, and I use the people as dogs, in my opinion, the so-called benevolence of the saint is only his own benevolence, not the benevolence of everyone, and why impose the thoughts of the saint on everyone" I stood in front of the living Buddha, without any fear, I talked eloquently, and said my inner thoughts as much as I could, in the eyes of this living Buddha who has lived for several lifetimes, concealment or lying is just a joke.
And these few words of dialogue between me and the Living Buddha are not so much-for-tat, but rather that I am expounding the Tao in my heart.
"Back then, some people resolutely gave up their lives for the sake of the world, if it were you, how would you choose to live for the people, or live for yourself" The living Buddha didn't seem to care about my answer, just blindly asked questions.
"I don't know."
I groaned slightly, just like in that Anti-Japanese War, how many people died bravely, whether they didn't want to live anymore I am afraid it is more because of an obsession in their hearts, fighting for the so-called ideals or goals, there are great righteousness, and there are small righteousness.
It is difficult for people who did not live in that era to experience the collision of ideas, let alone understand their ideals and goals.
I know that the Living Buddha is talking about the catastrophe of heaven and earth back then, according to the old Tao, too many people were sacrificed back then, and these people were all close to suicide, so as to keep the last peace of heaven and earth.
They are a group of unsung heroes who have guarded the heavens and the earth, but they are destined not to be known to the world.
If I had lived at the time, I might have done it, or I might have survived, and if it was just a simple hypothesis, I would have been able to give a definite answer.
"If one day in the future, for the sake of the people you are protecting, for the sake of this heaven and earth, and for hundreds of millions of lives, will you sacrifice yourself?"
the Living Buddha suddenly asked.
At the end of the words of the Living Buddha, there was a strong throbbing in my heart, as if all that the Living Buddha said would really come true one day in the future.
I couldn't help but fall silent, and the living Buddha didn't urge, and time passed minute by minute.
"I have a cave map."
I answered with some difficulty, like a final struggle.
"Heaven and earth don't exist, what's the use of caves" The living Buddha shook his head slightly.
"I think I may let the living Buddha down, I'm just a small person, the biggest wish is that the people around me can live happily, I don't have the living Buddha, I don't have the noble and great feelings of the ancestors, and I won't pity the world, people live for a lifetime, grass and trees for a while, I just want to have no regrets in this life."
At first, my mind was still a little chaotic, but as I spoke, I felt that my thoughts became clearer and clearer, and something that had been suppressed for a long time wanted to erupt.
This kind of thing was there when I promised to take Xiaochan, but then it slowly fell silent, even if Xiaochan died, I didn't find this feeling again, I still had a little regret in my heart, but I didn't want this feeling to be stronger at the moment, and it seemed that I could pierce the thin membrane at any time.
"If you were to exchange your life for the lives of your parents and relatives, what would you choose," the Living Buddha whispered.
It's just that although his voice was soft, it sounded like a bell in my mind, and my whole body trembled.
Why am I here It is to treat the wounds on the body.
So why treat tract wounds It is to cultivate to the fourth realm.
What is the purpose of cultivating to the fourth realm?
In order to save my parents and grandmother.
If it weren't for this obsession, would I still be here, would I have this kind of urgency?
I asked myself, the answer was obviously no, and I even thought it was pretty good, even if I didn't have cultivation, I could live in style.
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But in addition to this, I may also have a trace of unwillingness in my heart.
"The world is impermanent, who can promise what will happen in the future" The voice of the living Buddha resounded directly in my heart.
"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-contemplation, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering."
"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it."
"The relics are the empty phase of all laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased."
"Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the mind is unhindered.
There is no obstacle, no terror, far from upside-down dreams, nirvana. ” "That is to say, the mantra says: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para monk reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha."
The voice of the Living Buddha kept ringing in my heart, and although it was the first time I heard this scripture, I could understand the essence of every sentence spoken by the Living Buddha, and that feeling was as if I had been born to know it.
However, I know that this is just my illusion, and the reason why this is the case is probably because the Living Buddha directly imprinted these essences and his understanding of this scripture in my heart with great power and awareness.
As if instinctively, and as if stimulated by this scripture, I sat directly on the ground with my knees crossed, and when I sat down, a futon appeared under my buttocks at the same time, which was the one I used to sit on in the cave diagram.
Apparently in my subconscious, this futon was of great help to me at this time.
This is the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra.
Just as my thoughts came to me, the name of this passage came to my mind.
At the same time, as the scriptures reverberated in my heart over and over again, the feeling of almost spitting out from my previous became stronger and stronger, and I even had an intuition that when this feeling really spewed out, my harvest would be very great.
But I don't know why, every time I feel like I'm going to comprehend, I'm blocked by an invisible force, and the feeling of being able to see but not touch is almost maddening, and I always feel like something is missing.
"Qingshan has changed to Yellow Mountain several times, and the world is always gone; There is dust in the eyes, and the three realms are narrow, and the heart is one bed wide when there is nothing to do. ” Just when I didn't know what to do, the voice of the living Buddha sounded in my heart again, and at the same time, the dzi on my wrist was also magnificent, illuminating the dark cave.
If someone is here at this time, they will find it strange that there is only me alone in the whole cave, there is no so-called living Buddha, there is no so-called lotus platform, the cave is full of dust, only a line of footprints, obviously no one has been here for a long time.
At the moment when the dzi bloomed, I only felt that countless people were chanting the Heart Sutra in my ear, so that my state of mind calmed down all of a sudden, without thinking or thinking.
At this moment, I seemed to have touched the true meaning of the Heart Sutra.
At the same time, the feeling in my mind was like grass, and I finally struggled to get out.
A coolness fell from my mind and flowed all over my body, and I could feel that at this moment, it was as if all the cells in my body were opened, and the whole person was one with heaven and earth.
The body breathes in and out with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and the heart of heaven is my heart at this moment.
On the golden mountain, Lao Dao was wearing a Taoist robe, sitting in front of the portrait of the patriarch with a serious face, and at this moment there were three unlit incense sticks in the incense burner.
Suddenly, the incense in the incense burner burned violently, and in an instant, it was completely burned out.
However, Lao Dao's face was not sad but happy.
"Ancestor Xie blessed."
In a dilapidated and inconspicuous small temple in Tibet, the sound of wooden fish was heard, and the moonlight sprinkled overhead, which seemed to only shine on this small place.
At the door of the small temple, a snow-white wolf lay there meekly, its ears fluttering with the sound of the wooden fish inside.
"Qingshan has changed to Yellow Mountain several times, and the world is always gone; There is dust in the eyes, and the three realms are narrow, and the heart is one bed wide when there is nothing to do. ” The first chapter arrived, and there was something at home today, so one chapter at noon was moved to the evening, and there are still three chapters today
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