C9 A Good Survival of the World

The youth's back gradually disappeared along with the clatter of the horses' hooves, and everyone's gazes gradually turned back to him. Elder Mo lightly sighed, and revealed a look of anticipation. He cleared his throat and said to the crowd, "Everyone, the sword has been gifted out. Next, let's continue with the sword! Buddha said, "The six paths have cycle of reincarnation, and karma has cycle." There is evil in the world, and it is through great compassion that it is passed on as though it were one's own, said Buddha. The sea of suffering is boundless, and one's mind is turned back to the shore. And where the shore is, I am six impure, seven emotions and six desires of the person, difficult to understand. If it is said that I have cultivated my entire life, then forging a sword is my cultivation. From the moment my ancestor forged his first sword, my Mo Clan was destined to be connected to this sword ancestor for generations to come. The life of a sword is the life of my Mo Clan.

As he spoke, Old Mo raised the red cloth that covered the second Sword Stage, "Forging a bladeless sword in ten years, may the heavens bring about good Samsara. This sword is the most difficult sword I have ever forged. In order to forge this sword, I have gone to the Heavenly Zhu Clan to scoop up soil from beneath the Bodhi tree, request for sariras, gather snow lotuses from the mountain, west water iron and stone, use the sword's warmest fire, and the most gentle of powers to create this bladeless sword. I have used the great buddhist kindness to nurture this sword every day, and wish that this sword would live a life without slaughter and live as if it were my own! "

After the monk on the sword platform heard Old Mo's words, he couldn't help but to sigh, "Old Mo, you are thoughtful. There are countless Buddhist arts, and there is no one that can not pass through Buddhist doors!

Elder Mo replied, "No man cannot have a heart that cannot be crossed. In the martial arts world, how can one's heart be at ease? In this world of cultivation, even masters are unable to put it down. How could I, a man in the mortal world, not let it go? Can't master see the cycle of reincarnation and karmic retribution clearer than I can? Old age, late autumn, don't you want to put it down, Master? Why must you persist in this life? "

When the Radix Amaryllis heard this, he quietly pondered and shook his head, muttering to himself, "I can't comprehend it, but I can't see through it!" He took off the wine pot on his waist and gulped down a mouthful of wine. Then, with a gulp, he entered his stomach. He paused for a moment, wiped his mouth with satisfaction and let out a burp.

"Although my little brother is a sword creator, he may not have a merciful heart, but I still gave him a name, 'White Lotus of Crossing Waves'. I wish that this sword can transcend the hardships of all living things in this world, and count it as my Mo Clan's explanation for the grievances and grievances that have fallen under my Mo Clan's sword. This sword is my Mo Clan's sword that has sustained innumerable lives. "If you hurt the wielder of the sword, the heavens would forsake my Mo Clan, and the heavens would destroy my Mo Clan!"

When the monk heard this, he could not help but chant the Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Excellent! "Awesome!"

"Shaolin Temple's Master Fang, please come up to the stage to pick up your sword!" Elder Mo suddenly said.

Below the stage, there was a slightly fat old monk peacefully sitting on a chair. Behind him stood a few tall and burly monk wearing gray monastic robes. The abbot had his eyes closed, his hands on his thighs. His face was rosy, and a wisp of his white beard fluttered in front of his chest. Immovable like a mountain, at the same time full of vitality, it was like a gentle spring breeze!

When the lord heard Old Mo's words, he slowly opened his eyes and swept his gaze across the stage. Slowly, he stood up and walked down the stage unhurriedly.

"Amitabha!" This humble monk greets Elder Mo. " The old abbot chanted Buddhist scriptures and brought his hands together.

"Master, how could I dare? This old man has seen mages before." Elder Mo hurriedly clasped his hands in greeting.

"Amitabha, senior brother has been well since he came in!" The monk that ascended the stage first said.

"It shouldn't be too lonely for a while!" Hearing this, the young monk bitterly smiled and no longer said anything. He was asking for trouble.

Elder Mo turned around and took the Crossing White Lotus Sword from the Sword Discourse Arena. He carefully inserted it into the scabbard and gently rolled it with a red silk cloth. Then, he handed it over to the old man.

"Master, this sword is the sword of my heart. It proves that I am a sword of the Dao. Master, please treat it with kindness!" Old Mo clasped his hands and bowed three times to the old man.

The man took the sword and carefully examined it. On the sword head, a snow-white lotus was blooming, with green roots twining around the sword hilt. The sword sheath was carved with yellow auspicious clouds and seas. The sword itself was the color of a snow lotus, but when the sunlight shined on it, there was not a single trace of cold light. The sword had no blades on either side, and just as Old Mo had said, it was not a killing sword.

"Old Mo, I, the humble monk, shall keep this sword today." When this humble monk returns to the temple, he will recite scriptures and raise the sword everyday like his benefactor. When it is time for you to cultivate, your benefactor, you are destined to be Buddha, so why did you choose to let this matter go? "

"Master, why wouldn't I put it down? However, there are too many things in this world that I cannot let go of. Master, please be at ease with what I have said, I have already written a letter informing the children of the Mo Clan that the person who wields this sword will not be harmed. "

"This humble monk will remember this. It's just that my benefactor's footsteps seem to be a bit light. Please take care of yourself!"

"Thank you grandmaster, I still have a request."

"Please speak, Elder Mo."

I have a grandson who has already been sent to Tianshan to study martial arts. Master also knows that those who have rolled away in the mortal world will inevitably have their eyes covered by some worldly matters, and their minds will not be clear for a moment. Like my grandson, he will be tied down by the secular world and be forced to do some ridiculous things.

"This humble monk will remember this!"

"Thank you, master." Master, please slow down and step down.

He came to the side of the stage and said to the people below: "Amitabha! Sit? Sit — sit! Seated through five hundred years of red dust. Comprehension? Comprehension... Comprehension! It was impossible for him to understand the world for tens of thousands of years. Empty? Empty! Empty! Can't break the ancient custom cigarette. Look? Look — look! Look at the illusory addition of all living things. The Great Buddha felt great sorrow, but there were no tears. The great Buddha was enlightened but speechless. The Great Buddha laughed silently. The Great Buddha was formless and formless, not in the Circulatory Cycle. Buddha has no self and all beings are obsessed, Buddha cannot be stubborn and all beings are obsessed. Buddha said, "Nothing can't be done without me. All living beings cannot enter."

Like a red lotus, it headed towards the quiet pure land. Without leaving behind even the slightest trace, it lightly dusted off the dust as it leisurely walked back to its original position. He once again closed his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything!