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Chapter Hundred and Eighty-six Break the Buddha's Heart

The visitor was wearing a light white monk's robe and his eyebrows were as silver as silver.

His skin is rosy and has no wrinkles.

Just by looking at it, you can see the vicissitudes of time from him and the wisdom and calmness that has been accumulated over the years.

The old monk walked slowly, his eyes slightly closed.

Young Master Wusheng laughed and said, "After all, the master is afraid of being dirty?"

Xuan Ce shook his head slightly, threw it out of his hand, and something flew out.

It was a golden light, only the size of a fingernail, and suddenly fell into the arms of Mr. Wusheng.

Qingyuan took a look and was confused, and then he was put away by Mr. Wusheng.

"Why are you doing this..."

Xuan Ce opened his eyes, his eyes stayed on Qingyuan for a moment, and finally turned around and looked at Mr. Wusheng, "As you said, human body is a skin, all of them are external factors... Why do you have to use this method to hurt me?"

"Form is emptiness? Emptiness is form?"

Mr. Wusheng lay down behind him, leaned on the maid, and said with a smile: "So... I am empty too..."

Xuan Ce shook his head and said, "That's not what he said."

"What should be?"

Mr. Wusheng said slowly, "I know that you are here to save me and join the Buddhist temple and go west, but you should convince me."

Master Xuan Ce remained silent, his eyes swept across, and he was dull.

Qingyuan turned his head and looked at Mr. Wusheng, but saw a little strange light emitted from his eyes. Qingyuan probably understood that Mr. Wusheng was about to be attacked.

"Master, don't look at me if I am not polite..." Mr. Wusheng suddenly said: "In this scene, the master is a feast for his eyes. Could it be that he has moved the ordinary heart?"

Hearing this, Qingyuan said in his heart that it was true.

At this time, Xuan Ce whispered: "I have no mind, everything I see is plain, red and pink skeletons, everything is empty."

"In this way, my voice and color are actually empty inside... How is it different from the Buddha?" Mr. Wusheng laughed and said, "In this way, why should I go to the West?"

"Donor..." Xuan Ce looked up at him, sighed a little, and said, "If you can turn back, you will be guilty."

"Since it is empty, how can you turn back? How can you say the word "sincere"? How can you tell the difference between right and wrong?"

Mr. Wusheng said slowly: "Since it is empty, how can Buddhist precepts determine the precepts such as abstaining from killing and sex?"

Xuan Ce knew that he had no good intentions and did not argue with him directly. He just said, "It is no better to know that he can correct his mistakes."

Mr. Wusheng said, "Master, if you stick to the word "right and wrong", you will have a distinction between right and wrong. How can you calculate it as empty and quiet? How can you calculate it as empty in the four elements?"

Xuan Ce said to Amitabha Buddha, clasped his hands together and said, "If your heart is empty, it will be empty."

When Qingyuan heard this, he probably understood that Buddhism focused on understanding, and this young master Wusheng wanted to use words to break Xuan Ce's Wuci's heart as he did in the past. However, what Qingyuan said before was what the Taoist ancestor said in the past, and the words of the Taoist ancestor were the will of heaven and earth, so he had such power. Although this young master Wusheng had far surpassed Qingyuan's Taoist practice, it might not have the same effect as Qingyuan at that time.

In addition, what the Supreme Taoist ancestor said in the past was quite gentle. But what the Young Master Wusheng said was to completely destroy Master Xuan Ce's cultivation from the bottom of the root, which was very fierce and merciless.

Qingyuan thought to himself, "Young Master Wusheng's words are sharp and sharp. Is there a deep hatred between them?"

"If your heart is empty, then you will be empty?"

Mr. Wusheng paused, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he moved forward and said, "But I saw that you have the intention to save all living beings. With this idea, it is an obsession. In this way, you will not be empty in your heart. Haha, I see... the master still needs to experience it."

"The Buddhist scriptures say that there are eight sufferings in the world, namely birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love, unrequited seeking, and five aggregates of attainment."

"If you practice Buddhism, you will never grow old, die, or be sick."

"However, I was born with suffering."

"The Buddhist achievement is the best, but I can't get it."

"I can't bear to see the sufferings of the world, but when I see it everywhere, people often suffer. Can they be considered to be sufferings of hatreds and haters?"

Speaking of this, Young Master Wusheng suddenly straightened his body, his eyes shone brightly, and he paused word by word, and said slowly: "Xuance, if you can get rid of all kinds of suffering, I will follow you to enter Buddhism."

Xuan Ce nodded without saying a word, glanced at Qingyuan, nodded slightly, and then turned to leave.

Watching Xuan Ce leave, Qingyuan is silent.

The entire hall suddenly became a little darker.

"Are the young master's words too vicious?"

Kiyohara suddenly sighed.

Young Master Wusheng turned his head and looked at him without saying a word.

"Get rid of all kinds of suffering and save you into Buddhism."

Qingyuan said: "As long as these two things are rooted in his heart, they are considered obsessions. The more he wants to do it, the more he will be, until the Buddha's heart is covered with dust, then his foundation of Buddhism will be destroyed."

Young Master Wusheng smiled and said, "Not bad."

Kiyohara looked at him and asked, "What are the deep hatreds of both of you? Do you want you to deal with him like this?"

Mr. Wusheng smiled and said, "It's not a question, but there are some things that I think he despised me... and I also want to see if a great monk who was able to meet the Buddha's master's profound attainments in Buddhism can be so easy to break."

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed and said, "I only saw him just now, and I knew that these words would not break his cultivation."

Kiyohara said in surprise: "Since that's the case, why should the young master take action?"

"This monk entered Buddhism, eliminated his karma debts, and became pure in nature. Now he is considered relatively dull. At this time, even if he cannot destroy him, he can still stop him."

Mr. Wusheng smiled and said, "In recent days, I believe this monk will not have a good time either. It's a pity... he can't stop him for too long."

He was a general in the world, and one man destroyed the country and the other man established the country.

He entered Buddhism and became a monk, and he was sincere in seeing the Buddha. He was later regarded as the one with the most Buddhahood.

"He can break it." Young Master Wusheng whispered.

Qingyuan was about to speak when he saw Mr. Wusheng turning his hand over and there was a knife.

The knife threw it and fell into the hand of the woman next to her.

"Fang'er, slaughter the young master."

The voice of Mr. Wusheng echoed in the hall.

Kiyohara was stunned for a moment.

And those half-naked women, in an instant, their rosy faces turned pale.

This young master Wusheng, who has always been in the romance, likes beautiful colors, loves fine wine, and acts unconventional, actually wants to join Buddhism?

"you……"

Kiyohara frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"

Mr. Wusheng smiled and said, "Xuan Ce will break through this obstacle, but it will be possible in the future. I... it's better to admit defeat as soon as possible."

Kiyohara shook her head slightly and said, "It's not only that?"

"Of course, because this has been decided long ago." Mr. Wusheng said slowly: "Twenty years ago, someone told me that I had a fate with the Buddha, so I was beaten to death on the spot. That night... When I was practicing, the man suddenly fell into a dream."

Qingyuan said in a deep voice: "A person in Buddhism?"

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