Tian Yuan

Chapter 2114 So What, Keep Moving Forward

Every part of the universe is filled with miserable scenes.

Including Buddhism in the East, it is like a piece of duckweed in the surging waves, floating with the waves and may be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

The territory collapsed and the void was in chaos.

The Buddhist temple tilted and shook, and the vast area around it was torn apart.

Except for a few necessary monks who guarded the main Buddhist temple, the rest of the people not only did not hide or flee in panic, but instead went to the turbulent areas to rescue the suffering people.

The current abbot is named Daochen.

He was wearing a black cassock that had been promoted to a vessel of acquired merit. In his left hand he held a string of Buddhist beads, which his thumb gently flicked, and in his right hand he held a Zen staff that emitted a faint Buddhist light.

The abbot stood outside the hall, expressionless and solemn.

His eyes penetrated countless miles of void and saw the miserable scenes of the world.

A land trembled, and mountains and rivers collapsed. A child was struck by falling rocks, his lower body pinned down. Blood gushed out, and he couldn't move. His expression was agonized, tears and snot streaming down his face. He cried out with all his might, "Mother..."

"Baby!"

The child's family members shouted and braved their fear to try to help, but despite their best efforts, they could not move the huge rock.

A loud rumble echoed, and cracks appeared in the ground, spreading rapidly before collapsing. The children and the others were swallowed by the abyss, their faces filled with despair as they headed towards death.

In a certain sect, evil cultivators took the opportunity to invade and slaughtered people without any humanity.

After dealing with the powerful leaders of the sect, the evil cultivator captured some female disciples who were slightly pretty, used them as cauldrons, and practiced evil skills with extremely ferocious smiles on their faces.

In a certain mortal dynasty, the ruler worked hard to govern the country and implemented benevolent policies. The people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the country prospered.

Unexpectedly, the sky and the earth changed color, becoming as dark as a long night, oppressive and apprehensive. Then, the ground shook, countless houses collapsed, and the entire dynasty was reduced to ruins in just half a day, with countless casualties.

The magnificent palace vanished in the blink of an eye. As for the king, beloved by his people, he was crushed to death by the collapsing palace, clutching a memorial tightly before his death, his eyes wide open.

Similar things are happening in every corner of the universe.

The evil ones revel to their heart's content. Even if they will be wiped out by the chaotic rules in the next moment, they will still enjoy themselves while they are still alive. They have no worries in their hearts, and they are unbridled and crazy.

In the main Buddhist hall, the abbot sits alone.

I slowly closed my eyes and no longer looked at the worldly scenery.

Tick ​​tock!

A tear fell from the abbot's left eye, ran down his cheek, and landed on his toes.

His heart felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of silver needles, the pain was unbearable.

He no longer had an expressionless look, but was filled with sadness.

"sea of ​​bitterness......"

The ancients said that the world is a sea of suffering.

After seeing the tragic scene he just witnessed, the abbot believed that this was true.

Hey!

Perhaps he had made some kind of decision, the abbot stopped fiddling with the Buddhist beads with his left hand and opened his eyes again, extremely determined.

Then, the abbot held the Zen staff tightly in his right hand and took a small step forward. The sound of his foot hitting the ground caused the morning bells in various parts of the temple to ring automatically, ringing for a long time.

At this time, a monk in a dark yellow cassock came from somewhere, walking in the air, with supreme Buddhist rhythm in his every move.

The man who came was a little fat, his face was full of wrinkles, he looked old, and his vitality was exhausted. I don’t know how much longer he can last.

He is the eminent monk Jingyuan, a half-Buddha in ancient times.

In the past, he climbed the ancient road of the early Yuan Dynasty and was helped by Chen Qingyuan. He survived by chance and then traveled with the current abbot.

"Have you decided?"

Originally, Venerable Monk Jingyuan could have lived for a long time, but he had sustained a wound on the Yuanchu Ancient Road, which had consumed a great deal of his vitality. He guessed the abbot's intentions and hurried over, his brow furrowed and his voice filled with worry.

The abbot glanced sideways and nodded, "Yes."

"With your talent, if you wait a few more years, you'll have a good chance of success. Acting now is too early and too risky."

Monk Jingyuan advised.

If this path fails, death is certain.

The abbot and monk Jingyuan looked at each other with calm eyes and said nothing.

Monk Jingyuan continued, "I know you cannot bear to see the suffering of the world, but if you fail, the consequences will be severe. Persevere for a while, and only when you are certain of your ability can you act again. Only then can you better save all living beings and relieve those suffering."

The abbot had hidden his compassion and regained his indifferent expression. His tone was calm, without any emotion. "How long will you wait?"

Upon hearing this, Monk Jingyuan fell silent.

If you want to make progress in spiritual practice, it will not happen overnight, and there is no exact time.

The abbot can wait, but how can the people of all races who are suffering afford to wait?

Everyone understands this truth.

"How sure are you?"

Monk Jingyuan asked.

The abbot answered truthfully: "I don't know."

Maybe 30%, maybe not even 10%.

Some things have to be done by someone.

Success or failure depends entirely on fate.

For the abbot, hiding in the ancestral land of Buddhism, he is suffering inhuman torture at all times.

"If you fail, Buddhism will suffer a severe blow, and even..."

Monk Jingyuan seemed to want to speak but stopped himself.

"so what?"

The abbot asked back.

Monk Jingyuan fell silent again.

The abbot said, "The rise and fall of Buddhism is not important. As long as the Dharma is not destroyed and exists in the world, there will surely be people with great wisdom and wisdom who will inherit the Dharma and help the world with compassion."

Monk Jingyuan's eyes changed slightly, he opened his mouth to speak, but then he held the words back.

Having said this, the abbot moved forward again.

This time, Venerable Monk Jingyuan stopped exhorting. As he watched the abbot walk away, the worry and confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by an unusually resolute determination.

"Perhaps, I lacked this compassionate heart back then, only focused on pursuing realms and abandoning my original heart. Therefore, I have not achieved perfection in Buddhism. Even if I had the opportunity in this lifetime, I would not have the chance to become a Buddha."

The question that has troubled Monk Jingyuan for many years has finally been given a real answer.

It is easier said than done to stick to your original intention.

Especially when you are in trouble, it is extremely difficult not to waver in your original intention.

Snap!

The next moment, Venerable Monk Jingyuan stopped hesitating and stopped worrying about gains and losses. He had only one wish: to follow the abbot and do something that no one had ever done before.

Wherever there is disaster, that is where the abbot goes.

He knows where he came from and where he is going.

"There should be a pure land in this world."

The abbot has a firm belief and his steps are becoming more and more steady. No matter what difficulties lie ahead, the bodhicitta in his heart cannot be shaken.

He wanted to make the so-called Pure Land manifest in the human world.

Only in this way can we protect the people of one area. If this path is fully developed, perhaps it will greatly reduce the disasters in the mortal world.