Mahayana monk at this time is like a nine-day-old * * Taoist master deeply engraved into the hearts of every monk.
Corleone sat cross-legged quietly with low eyebrows and smooth eyes.
After cheering, the monks of Yaoshenshan quietly waited for Sun Hao’s sermon.
Just as the sun is just right behind Sun Hao, it seems that Sun Hao’s background is just right. When Sun Hao’s head shines on hundreds of millions of monks, Sun Hao slowly opens his mouth and sounds all over the sky.
No matter whether it’s in the mountain of Medicine God or outside the mountain of Medicine God, every monk clearly heard it, as if it was the Medicine God preaching in his ear, as if it was the Medicine God gently explaining the Avenue of Heaven and Earth to himself.
"If there is no hen to hatch an egg, it will always be an egg." Sun Hao said the first sentence, which made everyone hear the monk’s heart move.
This is a very simple and simple truth, so what does it mean that adults need to explain?
Sun Hao didn’t let everyone wait long to get straight to the point and began his sermon. "When I was struggling to practice, I once thought about a question: What do monks want to practice and what do we want to live? What is our ultimate pursuit? Understand these problems, maybe we can know the meaning of the monk and our goal … "
Eggs can’t be chicks without hens hatching.
Sun Hao began with this little incident and gradually extended it. Sun Hao felt that "first of all, we need to understand the meaning of life. The friar may pursue immortality. This may be the ultimate pursuit and ultimate goal of every friar, but what should we be when this goal is finally realized?"
A friar practices and lives for the sake of a friar. When a dream cannot be realized forever, a friar needs to learn to be a good hen, carry on his own life, his own race and his own blood.
And this is what more monks should think of and take on more responsibilities.
An egg can’t be a chicken without a hen hatching, but it can be an adult food and a nutrient for many races to develop.
Then Sun Hao said slowly, "Buddha pays attention to cause and effect. Everything is in a state of mutual cause and effect. Every egg will have different fate according to different environments …"
Chapter DiEr657 Mahayana sermon (3)
When there are hens, eggs will become chickens, but not every egg can become a chicken; And more eggs are likely to become food and natural enemy nutrients.
What is true, good and beautiful for natural enemies happens to be false and ugly for an individual, such as food eggs.
Sun Hao sat cross-legged and told you an egg story in no hurry.
Every monk who came to listen to the Mahayana sermon felt a burst of enlightenment in his heart.
Brother Mahayana speaks something easy to understand, but it contains many great truths.
Brother Mahayana didn’t talk about a lot of things deeply, but gave the monks more thought.
For the same reason, different monks of different races have different feelings after hearing Sun Hao’s sermon according to their own spiritual experience.
And just Sun Hao’s explanation made many monks feel a lot of different general feelings.
Those monks who are closest to Sun Hao’s blood lake island have different general feelings at this time.
The Antarctic old man sat silently on the futon and thought of the former drug god, Fujitsu, when Fujitsu’s pursuit of eternal life came to an end and there was no possibility of achieving his goal.
At that time, Mr. Fujitsu made a wrong choice and failed to perform his hen duties. Without the continuation of the drug family, he made more efforts, but instead went against the sky and tried his best to refine the drug family. The younger generation could survive by themselves. The final result was that anger and resentment turned into fly ash and everything went up in smoke.
Is this what adults say that the purpose of practice does not cause deviation in pursuit?
The most important insight that Zheluo got after hearing Sun Hao’s sermon turned into a practice that can’t be successful alone. If you want to become a chicken, you must have all kinds of incubation conditions. Now you need to find a good hen to hatch successfully.
Even Poseidon, a monk with Mahayana, had a different general feeling at this time. She felt that she should be a good hen. Although she was not old for a long time, she could not live forever, so it was necessary for her to continue her blood and hatch some chickens.
Of course, Poseidon thinks he needs to get his damn bag back before this, otherwise he can’t lay eggs alone, can he?
The same feeling of sitting in the Blood Lake Dojo in The Hague is quite different.
He began to think about a question that he couldn’t get an answer from Sun Hao’s story, "What came first? Or the hen first? "
You said the egg came first, right? Who gave birth to the egg? You said * * came first? Is the chicken jumping out of a crack in the stone?
I’ve heard that a lingshi monkey jumped out of a crack in the stone and finally achieved the victory over the Buddha, but I haven’t heard that a lingshi chicken jumped out.
Sitting cross-legged and talking slowly in Sun Hao’s mouth, I couldn’t help but sigh a little. These monks really gave him a little sunshine, and they were brilliant. They said something casually, and they thought so much. This is really thinking too much.
But that’s good. Isn’t that what the avenue is like? Each person’s starting point is different, and the way of judging is very different, so it’s a different story to get the answer.
In this case, why don’t I give you an ambiguity and let you think for yourselves? Perhaps just as there is no standard answer for chicken or egg, many questions are actually a cognitive balance.
With a faint smile on his face, Sun Hao said slowly, "After talking so much, many monks have thought a lot. I should have a lot of understanding and thinking. I also said a truth …"
What is the truth? It must be tall. All the monks pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
Sun Hao said slowly, "The simpler the monk is, the better, because for most people, living is enough, and there is no need to discuss too much meaning or whether you have left something, because it is always very few."
All the monks who heard the story stayed together.
The simpler the better. Don’t think too much? Isn’t this different from the monk’s hard work? Don’t you need to think about anything to live?
Sun Hao’s face showed a faint smile. Before waiting for the monk to extend more guesses, he said slowly, "For a monk, spiritual will is the highest goal of practice. When you lose your spiritual will, it will be meaningless to practice …"
Speaking of this, Sun Hao sighed his finger and said to Fang Yizhi’s mouth, "For example, those thriving elixirs next to the blood lake of the medicine family have no will now, and if they lose their perception, they can be plants and lose their traces."
A few big stars in the Antarctic Laonian make more medicine monks’ bodies shake in unison. They know that most of these elixirs around the blood lake are transformed by drugs. Think about it, these used to be medicine monks, and suddenly they have a twinge of sympathy.
Just as the monks of the medicine clan felt faint sadness in their hearts, when the medicine clan was secretly heartbroken in the dark history thousands of years ago.
Sun Hao said slowly, "Today’s Mahayana sermon is that the listener is beneficial and the discerning person is destined to sit on this blood lake. It is like a drum and a bell in the morning. Can the sleepers be indifferent?"
Speaking of this, Sun Haoyin seems to have come out of the nine secluded places and said leisurely, "Since ancient times, it has been a dream of Nanke to wake people up and sigh with sorrow; If the Duke of Zhou still needs to lead me into a dream today, this time, my earthly friend will lie still and try hentai … Why don’t you wake up soon? "
The last one doesn’t wake up quickly.
Suddenly, the sun shines, and the ripples and ripples are handed out from Sun Haoshen. The blood lake rolls up, and red-violet blooms all over the lake. A blood swallow flies out of the blood lake and shoots into the elixir around the blood lake.
The blood lake island is listening to the story that the monks are shocked to find that the elixir has begun to change.
Tens of millions of elixirs around the blood lake suddenly turned into curly medicines at this time. Many monks have woken up in their sleep, but they have no eyes, limbs and tongues … They can’t see or hear.
Sun Hao’s gentle voice came out. "Since I’m here, please help me …"
A please word export Poseidon suddenly felt that he could not help but display his own magical power, and a "life source" was thrown out in a daze.
It was not until the spell was thrown out that Poseidon suddenly found himself unconsciously drawn by Sun Hao’s imposing manner and caught in Sun Hao’s fancy, and now he was taken by Sun Hao’s bullying, but he was caught unconsciously.
Shit, I got hit by this little hole again!
Poseidon’s eyes were waiting for an objection when he suddenly felt abnormal around him. After a pause, he saw a powder carved jade pecking at a child and cheerfully appeared beside him, opening his arms and holding him up.
That’s all. Just consider yourself an incubating chick hen.
Poseidon’s eyes suddenly swelled with mist, and his mouth said softly, "It’s not fun to find a sea to take a bath after so many years without conscience …"
Corleone’s face smiled faintly, and his mind moved. In his right hand, he flashed a white light, which also spread around the blood lake.
The life source of Poseidon, the medicine god, the dead wood and the healing spirit.
The two magical powers have produced a miraculous miracle that all monks lament. The eyes, ears and mouth have recovered rapidly in less than a moment. There have been many newly recovered monks around the blood lake.
