Chapter 73 Just Notes
Zhao Yushu closed his eyes and sighed
That's it
There is no such thing as physical possession
There is no such thing as going back in time
It turned out to be just a mirage.
The master started with a mirage and built the temple brick by brick with his own hands.
Then it ended with another mirage, a step to three heavens, a cruel end to my shattered dream.
At the end of his life, he still wanted to use his last Buddha nature to stand beside the Buddha, to see if he could enlighten his disciples who had long been devoured by greed and desire.
Zhao Yushu looked in the direction of the main hall
I wonder if the master's Dharma body is still standing there.
Gao Xu also sighed after reading it, but he was very confused: "This is just a notebook, why is it hidden so deep?"
Zhao Yushu closed the book and said, "Brother Gao, have you ever heard of anyone who could reach the third level in one step, going directly from the sixth level of the outer scene to the inner scene?"
“Unheard of”
"That's it. No one believes that an ordinary monk can go through so many obstacles and directly reach the inner world just by looking at the sunset. They firmly believe that there must be other ways."
"Is there such a method?" Gao Xu was shocked. If there really was such a method, it would definitely be something that would shock the entire world, a veritable heavenly treasure.
"If there is, it's in this book." Zhao Yushu patted the notebook. Gao Xu was stunned and hurriedly took it and looked over it again and again, but it looked like an ordinary notebook.
Gao Xu looked at Zhao Yushu: "Brother Zhao, is there really such a method?"
Zhao Yushu smiled and shook his head: "I don't think so"
"Then, do you really believe that this monk can reach the third level in one step?"
"I believe"
"why?"
Zhao Yushu walked up the stairs: "Shouldn't I believe in such a beautiful dream?"
Watching Zhao Yushu walking further and further away, Gao Xu stared blankly at his back in the moonlight, and suddenly realized: "Where are you going?"
"Go sit on the cliff, maybe you can have a good dream, Brother Gao, go back first."
"What about this book?"
"Brother Gao, take it."
Zhao Yushu's back gradually disappeared in the night wind. Gao Xu hesitated for a moment, then carefully hid the book in his arms and hurried down the mountain.
Zhao Yushu walked up to the top of the mountain and looked at the dilapidated bamboo house. He originally thought that it was just a temporary bamboo house for raising pigs, but he didn't expect that it was the place where the monk Mirage attained enlightenment.
Including Jueshan’s current residence, it is probably also left by Monk Mirage.
It may have undergone several rounds of renovation or even reconstruction over the past few hundred years, but the disciples of Monk Mirage did not dare to completely destroy the things of their ancestors. They just didn't expect that one would become a symbol of victory in the internal struggle, and the other would become a symbol of failure in the internal struggle.
How ridiculous
Without disturbing his teacher and uncle who was snoring loudly, Zhao Yushu sat casually on the cliff, looking at the moonlit sky with sparse stars. He didn't want to wait any longer.
I wanted to dig deeper into the truth, get more information, and then solve this so-called mystery.
But after reading the notes of Monk Mirage, he began to feel tired and annoyed. This temple had deviated from Monk Mirage's original intention since the second generation. A master of inner vision had risked his life but failed to enlighten these ghosts. Instead, they became more and more evil.
Since the monk Mirage has failed, there is no need for this temple to exist.
Zhao Yushu clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand
How many ghosts can he kill?
After sitting in the cool night breeze all night, Zhao Yushu stood up, brushed off the dirt on his body, and turned to walk towards the bamboo house.
It's time to end it.
To wake up the sleeping uncle, Zhao Yushu took out a small porcelain bottle.
“I got the stuff.”
The uncle's fat face showed a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll have to trouble Huiming to get some fruits. Before I leave, I want to satisfy my craving."
"No problem, I have something to ask you."
"This is my last day. Huiming, whatever you want to ask me, I will tell you everything I know."
Zhao Yushu understood that the old monk was afraid that he would not give him the medicine, so he just wanted to die quickly.
"Is Master Mirage's Dharmakāya still there?"
The old monk was stunned for a moment, and after a while he asked: "Did you find the secret book?"
"To me, it's just a notebook, I'm giving it away."
"Haha, haha, the whole temple has been doing this for four hundred years, and countless lives have been lost for this. It's just a note, haha, it's just a note, Huiming, why do you have to lie to me?"
Zhao Yushu smiled coldly: "Believe it or not, where is Master Mirage's Dharmakaya?"
"It's long gone. There's no way to cultivate it in the secret manual, so naturally someone wanted to take over the Dharmakaya. It was torn apart two hundred years ago, and I don't know where it is now."
Zhao Yushu felt his blood pressure suddenly rise, but he suppressed his anger and asked, "How is the candidate for the Golden Body decided?"
The old monk was silent for a moment: "You are not Huiming, are you?"
"Can't you recognize the disciple's voice, Uncle Master?"
"Then I should ask, you are not a monk of this temple, right?"
Zhao Yushu nodded: "Just pretend that I'm not good, but it doesn't matter. I'm the only one who can make you die quickly."
The old monk sighed and said, "Yes, yes, no monk in this temple has such a kind heart as you. I am the previous abbot, and the business of golden statues is very good. Over the years, all my fellow disciples, whether useful or not, have been made into golden statues."
"What about you? Since you are the abbot, do you really want to serve the temple?"
The old monk smiled bitterly: "Of course not, I am alive and well, all my fellow disciples of the same generation have died, and I also have younger disciples. I just didn't expect that bastard Jueshan would take action first. It can be regarded as karma."
Zhao Yushu continued to ask: "Why don't you let me feed you poison directly, but instead let me ask Huikong to kill you?"
"Huikong can preside over the ritual, so he must be a kind person."
"What does it matter?"
"I can't tell you this. You will know when I die."
"Aren't you afraid that I won't let Huikong do it?"
"You are not that kind of person," the old monk smiled. "If you want to know the answer, you must let Huikong take action. If you do, neither you nor Huikong will survive."
Zhao Yushu clenched his fists. If there was a risk, he would definitely not let Bujie do it. But if Bujie knew, he would definitely do it himself.
How to do?
"The last question is, who is the Ghost Buddha?"
"What kind of Buddha is this?" the old monk asked in surprise.
Zhao Yushu hesitated. Now he was in a mirage created by the ghost and Buddha in some unknown way. The time was half a year ago. He thought he could trick the old monk into giving him some clues through the ghost and Buddha, but the old monk really didn't know?
According to Bujie, the old monk is unlikely to be a ghost Buddha because he does not have enough resentment. Whose resentment could be greater than that of the old monk who is about to be made into a golden body?
Zhao Yushu thought for a moment and said, "In that case, Master Uncle, take a good rest. When Huikong's shift is over, I will ask him to come and bring you some fruits."
“good good”
Zhao Yushu got up and went down the mountain. He first went to the kitchen to get some fruits, then walked to the outside of the main hall and waited quietly for Bujie to come out.
It was almost noon, Bujie ran out of the courtyard excitedly, and saw Zhao Yushu sitting outside. He ran over and grabbed Zhao Yushu and ran to the back mountain.
"I found him!"