The Buddhist holy land of Lotus Temple is located on Miaoguang Mountain. There are four peaks in Miaoguang Mountain. The main peak is Niuhe Peak, and the other three auxiliary peaks are Qijin Peak, Nanzhan Peak, and Baoxiang Peak.

There are eight Bodhisattvas and eighteen Arhats in Lotus Temple. In addition to the Buddha's head, there are seven other Bodhisattvas, and that one of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is the Ghost Tathagata, one of the Five Emperors in the Void Realm.

On Miaoguang Mountain in the early morning, the monks who got up early were doing morning classes, and Zen singing sounds came from temples everywhere in the mountains.

At this point, many good men and women have already walked up the mountain to worship Buddha. Those who came early had already stepped into the hall to burn incense. On weekdays, there are few monks from the mountain visits in Lianhua Temple. After all, the rules of the Lotus Temple require all monks not to fight with the secular kings and powers at the mountain. People who practice Buddhism naturally have to be pure in six senses and not be involved in cause and effect.

However, there was a special visitor at Lotus Temple today.

After Zhuo Yuming came to the Lotus Temple, he stood in the bamboo forest under the mountain gate, and directly sent a message to the main peak with his spiritual sense. After that, Zhuo Yuming stood in the forest, closing his eyes to rest.

In the Great Hall of the Great Hefeng, only a few monks sat in the hall and recited scriptures. These are all very senior disciples in the Lotus Temple. Only these disciples are qualified to do morning classes in this main hall, and other disciples are distributed in other halls.

The sound of the Sang Singing in the hall suddenly stopped, and a gentle voice spread throughout the hall.

"Zhuo Yuming, Fuyao Prefecture, asks to see the Buddha's head. It is related to the eminent monk and the ghost Tathagata in the Feitian Painting Wall in Xingyang City. You need to inform the Buddha's head in person and please pass it on."

Hearing that a monk's divine consciousness transmitted the voice, the eyes of the monks in the hall all turned to the back of the Buddha's golden body.

The figure in front of the monks was Manjushri Bodhisattva, one of the eight great bodhisattvas.

The Bodhisattva was still kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, silently reciting the Heart Sutra, and was not moved at all by the transmission of the sound. The Buddha's heart was as calm as the lake, and the waves were not rising. It was not until a whisper sounded on the lake in the heart that Manjushri Bodhisattva opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

After Manjushri Bodhisattva stood up, he turned around, his eyes were compassionate and restrained. Under his eyes, the monks quickly corrected their posture and the sound of chanting scriptures sounded again.

The middle-aged monk who attained the Bodhisattva's fruit took a step forward and the next step came to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain.

"I have met the master in Zhuo Yuming."

Looking at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhuo Yuming knew that he was the great Buddhist power that shrank into an inch, and every step he took, and the person who came must be a Taoist monk in the Lotus Temple. He immediately spoke up for the greeting.

"Donor, please follow me."

The monk did not speak, but directly sent a message to the soul. Although Zhuo Yuming was not clear about it, he had to follow the steps of the monk who had turned around and headed up the mountain.

The middle-aged monk seemed to be slow, but every step would take dozens of feet away. Zhuo Yuming directly stepped up and flew in the air. The direction of Manjushri Bodhisattva's travel was not the direction of Niu Hefeng, but towards a misty place. When the Bodhisattva stepped into the fog, his body was swallowed by the fog and could no longer be seen.

Zhuo Yuming chased into the fog, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart. His body shot, and in an instant he broke through the fog and saw the light again.

The moment the fog broke through, the eyes suddenly became clear.

Looking around, I found myself in a bodhi forest, with hundreds of towering bodhis standing tall and straight, and the dense branches and leaves were like umbrellas, covering the sky and the sun. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, pouring on the ground, and it was mottled. Not far away, there was a mound of lake water flowing, and white lotus blooming in the lake.

An old monk, wearing a big red cassock, sat cross-legged on the water. The old monk lowered his eyebrows and eyes, but just smiled and looked at the person who came. White lotus bloomed all over his body, and his treasure looked solemn.

Without thinking about the place where Manjushri Bodhisattva went, Zhuo Yuming held the younger generation's ritual and spoke to the old monk: "My younger generation, Zhuo Yuming, pay homage to the Buddha's head."

This old monk who seemed to be about to die was the leader of the Buddhist sect, the head of the Buddha, and the master of the Bodhisattva Li.

"The donor doesn't have to be too polite. I have heard the donor's voice before. Please tell me in detail."

The Buddha's head is smiling and his eyebrows are kind.

Zhuo Yuming was here to seek answers, but there was nothing to hide. He immediately got the Buddha's intentions from himself painting the wall in the flying sky, and then his spiritual consciousness entered the small world of mustard seeds, heard the old monk's verse, encountered a wisp of divine thoughts from the Demon Tathagata, and told the Buddha's head in detail that the Demon Tathagata came to the Heavenly God.

After listening to Zhuo Yuming's narration, Buddha's head did not say anything for a long time. He just lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, held the beads in his hands, and his lips moved silently.

"Buddha's head?"

After waiting for a long time, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help but remind him.

The Buddha's head slowly opened his eyes, stopped pinching the beads in his hand, and spoke softly: "Born from the rootless place, there is no trace of coming and going. Without cause and without karma, walking without cause and effect. I heard that the Tathagata saw me, and seeing me saw the Tathagata."

Hearing that the Buddha recited this Buddhist verse first, Zhuo Yuming quickly asked about his meaning.

The Buddha's head smiled and said, "Donor, my junior brother's words reveal your origin."

Zhuo Yuming's heart was shocked when he heard this, and for a moment, the Taoist heart was shaken.

Arise without roots, come and go without trace, without cause and effect, without cause and effect. Indeed, I am not a person in this world, so I am naturally without roots and without cause and without cause and effect. But who is the old monk? How could he see his origin at a glance? Compared with the inheritance of the Human Emperor, this time it is my biggest secret, but the old monk can see through it at a glance, including the Buddha's head in front of me, so why did he already know it?

"I dare to ask the Buddha's head, what will I do if I hear the Tathagata see me? When I see me, I will see the Tathagata?"

Forcefully suppressed the surging waves of the heart lake, Zhuo Yuming asked another question.

The Buddha's head whispered the Buddha's name and pointed in front of him.

Zhuo Yuming was confused, not knowing what kind of trick he was fighting. His eyes turned to him. In front of the old monk, there was only clear lake water except the fragrant white lotus. Zhuo Yu stared at the lake for a while, and suddenly a light of inspiration appeared in his heart, but the thought flashed and Zhuo Yuming only glanced at it, but could not grab it.

"Since the donor has realized something, it is better to follow the original heart. Cause and effect are slim, invisible and formless, and should not be demanded or avoided."

Zhuo Yuming suddenly realized in his heart that he had thoughts for a moment and had no way to speak.

No one knows that he was born again, but the old monk was only able to penetrate it at a glance just by a wisp of remaining spiritual thoughts. What a magical power this is, it is really incredible.

The Buddha saw Zhuo Yuming frowning with a gloomy face, and said again: "Donor, my evil disciple has indeed become a great way to you, and you must cut it off by yourself. Since he has not chosen to kill you to obtain opportunities and cut it off, he has his own intention. Liu Chen is now in a devil's way, and what he thinks and acts are really reasonable. The young master can only pay attention to it himself, and I can't help me."

"Please give me the Buddha's advice, what is the connection between the great way? What is the use of the Buddha's heart left by that senior monk?"
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