Chapter 381 Everything is like a dream
The light in the mine was dim. The shovel fell to the ground with a whirring sound, making two or three thuds, but Shenxiu dodged it easily. The mine boss, who had sensed the situation because Shenxiu had dug up the inkstone, took three steps forward and restrained Zhao Fuer with his palm the moment his shovel hit the ground.

Zhao Fuer's body twisted wildly. Under the impact of Mo Shi's chaotic spirit, he said without thinking, "Let me go. If you dare to touch me again, I will kill you..."

Before he could finish his words, a smelly sweat towel was used to block his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue in madness. Then a rope was picked up and Zhao Fuer was easily tied up. Zhao Fuer's body trembled slightly, and then big tears fell.

Instead, the mine leader who caught him was slightly stunned. For Zhao Fuer, a miner who was already "crazy", it was natural that he would be more likely to get inkstone disease in this inkstone mining environment. But after Zhao Fuer got the inkstone disease, he did not seem to be as crazy as other miners.

But this is not a problem that the mine owner cares about. He just wants to send Zhao Fuer, who has contracted inkstone disease, to the monks.

The mine boss was delighted at first and ordered the miners to mine along the direction Shenxiu had dug. They obtained two large pieces of inkstone. With this harvest, all the miners looked happy.

Then the mine boss took Zhao Fuer out of the mine, but Shenxiu took two steps forward and asked, "Where are you taking him?"

The mine boss looked at Shenxiu and said, "He just wanted to kill you, why are you still so concerned about him?"

Shenxiu looked at Zhao Fuer, "When we came out together, his aunt asked me to look after him. Now he has been possessed by a demon, and I can't just sit back and watch."

After hearing this, the mine owner nodded and said, "He is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty."

People like them who have risen from the bottom of society, especially in places like mining areas where people can easily die, are more likely to be admired by others because no one knows whether they will die tomorrow and everyone has a wife, children and elderly mother who needs someone to take care of them.

The mine boss replied, "Of course we'll take him to the monks to see if he can be saved. That's his own luck. If you're worried, you can come along."

The mine boss said frankly. Shenxiu observed the expressions of the old miners around him. Their expressions were natural. It was obvious that this method had been implemented for a long time and everyone agreed with it.

While sitting in the mine cart out of the mine, Shenxiu asked about the method of rescue from the side, and the mine owner did not hide it.

"During your rest time every day, the monks will organize you to study the sutras. This is the only way for those of you who have failed in martial arts to save yourselves. If you have the Moshi disease, as long as you can still recite the sutras, then you can be saved. If you can't even recite the sutras, then of course there is no hope for you."

After hearing the mine head's explanation, even Shenxiu, a senior disciple of the Fahua Temple, found it absurd for a moment. He recalled the scripture that made him frown.

The mine cart drove out of the mine and came to the outside. Just as the mine boss said, he just took Zhao Fuer to the outside of the room where the monks were giving lectures.

"He's possessed."

The mine boss simply threw Zhao Fure to the monks. One of the monks stretched out his mechanical arm and easily subdued Zhao Fure who was still struggling. He nodded expressionlessly. Another monk stretched out his arm and stopped Shenxiu who wanted to follow in.

Shenxiu glanced at the two monks and stepped out.

Zhao Fuer was brought to a Buddhist temple. There was a monk sitting cross-legged on each side of the temple. Zhao Fuer was thrown in the middle of the temple. One of the monks came forward and untied the towel from Zhao Fuer's mouth. Zhao Fuer hurriedly said, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. I was just angry just now, so I swung the shovel to hit him!"

After hearing Zhao Fer's explanation, one of the monks sighed softly and looked at Zhao Fer with compassion, "As expected, you have been possessed by a demon. The root of evil is deep, and there is nothing worse than the murderous intent in your heart."

Zhao Fer was about to open his mouth to explain when he suddenly heard the sound of Zen chanting from all around. The chanting was like the chirping of thousands of cicadas, which penetrated into his heart from his ears. Zhao Fer felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his forehead, and his bound body kept twisting on the ground.

He cursed at first, and when he got tired of cursing, the noisy cicada sounds around him still did not stop. He was in great pain inside, "Shenxiu, save me! Save me! Shenxiu, I'm not crazy!"

Under the moonlight, Shenxiu stood outside the door, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and sighed softly, "You are indeed not crazy. You have always known that you are Zhao Fuer. It is us who are obsessed with the appearance."

On the journey south, when the real vanity was stripped away, Zhao Fuer cursed Shenxiu again and again, and naturally gradually revealed his inner thoughts.

The monks all said that he, Zhao Fuer, looked like the Queen of Heaven and was the reincarnation of Buddha, but they never asked him whether he wanted to be like the Queen of Heaven or to be the reincarnation of Buddha.

One day, Zhao Fuer even asked Shenxiu alone, "If I awaken the wisdom of my past life, will I still be myself? In your eyes, is it the Buddha's son who has become me, or am I the Buddha's son?"

Shenxiu was stumped by the question. He did not give Zhao Fuer an answer at that time because he had no solution to the problem. So he could only use the information he knew to lead Zhao Fuer to find a possible solution to the problem. That was why he brought Zhao Fuer here.

Become a Buddha, become a devil, or become Zhao Fuer.

In the room, blood began to flow out of Zhao Fuer's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. His eyes were round, his head was empty, and his struggle began to weaken.

But just like Shenxiu had told Zhao Fuer before.

He is a son of Buddha, so ordinary people cannot kill him.

In the clear sky, a golden light emerges, illuminating the inside and outside.

When Zhao Fuer was practicing Buddhism, he often asked Shenxiu what the first level of meditation was and why no matter how he visualized or meditated, he could only see darkness but not light.

And at this moment, Zhao Fuer understood.

The first level of meditation is the self-awareness during and after a dream.

In a state of ignorance and unconsciousness, one even forgets the fact that one has entered into a state of concentration, but one develops an obsession with entering into a state of concentration, forming a dream within a dream. Then one consciously sees oneself, and as a result, one’s mind becomes bright. From the dream within the dream, one enters into a dream. Dreams are no longer unpredictable and changeable, but a state of great brightness that covers the state of entering into a state of concentration and seeing the brightness.

The first level of meditation is the self-awareness that is in the state of being ignorant and unconscious, but still looking towards the light. Because of this self-awareness, one realizes that one is dreaming within a dream. And because one is in a dream, one can see the light in the void.

The first level of meditation is like a person being born from the mother’s womb, crying for the first time, and opening his eyes to see the world for the first time. Therefore, the heart does not feel happy, nor does it feel frightened.

The world is like an illusion, like a dream, only I am real.

And in Zhao Fuer's first level of meditation, besides himself, there was another 'him'.

He had a solemn appearance, sitting upright on a white elephant, his face was old, and he was wearing tattered monk's robes. He looked at Zhao Fuer with a look of neither sadness nor joy, looking through time.

Zhao Fuer stretched out his hand. He could feel that as long as he touched the 'him' in front of him, combined with the past karma and wisdom, he would have incredible merit in a single thought, and would enter the supreme realm of reincarnation without losing his original self from the first level of meditation. Originally, at the moment of enlightenment in the first level of meditation, he should have realized his past life and understood the truth that the world is like a dream and only I am real, but the noisy sound of Buddhist scriptures formed a barrier between him and his past self.

He just felt that the Buddhist scriptures that had tortured him to death just now were so pleasant to the ears. Although the noisy Buddhist scriptures outside were nothing to him now, they gave him a choice.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fuer sat down and began to recite the noisy and convoluted Buddhist scripture. As he recited, a gap arose in his heart, so he formed an opposition with his past and was no longer unified.

When Zhao Fuer regained consciousness, his body stopped struggling and he recited the scriptures. The sound of the scriptures merged with the voices of the four monks around him, even drowning out the sound of the scriptures recited by the surrounding monks.

When the leading monk heard Zhao Fuer taking the initiative to recite the scriptures, and was able to drown out the scriptures they were reciting, his face lit up, and he put his palms together and said to Zhao Fuer, "Congratulations to the good believers, seeing the good in me and the evil in me."

Zhao Fuer struggled to get up. He did not integrate his past self, so now he could only be considered as the 'first level of meditation' in the ninth level of Buddhism. In fact, because there was another self in his heart, Zhao Fuer did not even know whether he could be considered as the 'first level of meditation' in the ninth level of Buddhism.

The monks around him stepped forward and helped Zhao Fuer to get up, and at the same time untied the ropes on Zhao Fuer. As expected, Zhao Fuer did not show any madness, but looked calm and indifferent. Although it was different from the great joy of other crazy people after distinguishing between good and evil, it further proved that the person in front of him had wisdom.

Zhao Fuer stretched her arms and legs, "What is the name of this scripture?"

When he learned this scripture in the mining area before, it went in one ear and out the other.

"The Great Wisdom Sutra."

Zhao Fuer was taken to another quiet room. After a simple wash, the monk told Zhao Fuer that at the Dharma Assembly six days later, he would help him completely cut off the roots of evil, let the good self control the evil self, and he would never be able to do evil again.

In this quiet room, there are quilts, candles, food, and even a row of bookshelves filled with Buddhist scriptures, but in addition to Zhao Fuer, there is someone else here.

This is another person who has been self-conscious in the mining area during this period. He also has a buzz cut and plain facial features, just like a sweet potato dug out of the field and covered in mud.

Seeing the newcomer Zhao Fuer, the man excitedly put down the scriptures in his hand, stepped forward, and said in a heavy accent, "My fellow countryman, where are you from? My name is Qi Dazhuang, from Qinghe."

Zhao Fuer was still thinking about the problem of another self in his heart. Now that he had seen his true self, his wisdom increased greatly. He also realized that Shenxiu was helping him, but just like the first level of meditation, he could not explain the reason to himself, because once he explained the method, it would be useless.

He answered casually, "I am from Tianjing, Zhao Fuer."

"Tianjing people?"

Qi Dazhuang was shocked, "You Tianjing people are here to mine as well?!"

Zhao Fuer asked in return, "Why can't the people of Tianjing mine? Are you the only ones allowed to mine?"

Qi Dazhuang waved his hands quickly, "That's not what I meant. I just heard from others that your Tianjing is the best place in Daxia. Only those who can't make a living here will come here to mine..."

Qi Dazhuang's honest expression made Zhao Fuer, who had just gone through a big change, feel embarrassed. He thought about it and decided that no one would believe him anyway, so he simply told the reason, "I was tricked into coming here. Before I was tricked into coming here, I was the 'Tai Sui Ye' of Tianjing. All the young people in the mountains and four cities of Tianjing, except for one person, had to give way to me!"

However, when talking about her previous identity, Zhao Fuer did not have a proud expression this time. Instead, she was self-deprecating. Comparing her current situation with her previous life, she really felt that the world is impermanent.

Qi Dazhuang nodded with admiration and gave a thumbs up, "You were really awesome in the past!"

This was something Zhao Fuer couldn't do. He looked at Qi Dazhuang again and again, "Do you believe me?"

Qi Dazhuang patted Zhao Fuer's shoulder and said, "Why don't you believe it? The guy in my heart keeps saying that I am the God of Death who came to the world with the purpose of killing everyone in the world."

"The guy in your heart?"

"Yes, the guy in my heart."

Qi Dazhuang answered, and suddenly his expression changed from honest to indifferent, his left eyeball rolled wildly, as if he was aiming at which part of Zhao Fuer's body would be best to attack. Under the candlelight, he looked particularly evil.

Qi Dazhuang covered his left eyeball with his right hand, and said with an apologetic expression on half of his face, "I'm sorry, I almost let him out."

Zhao Fuer opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

After leaving Tianjing, no one along the way believed in his true identity. Now the only one who believes in his identity is a madman. It is true that things in the world are unpredictable.

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Dazhi Zen Temple.

The bright moonlight fell on the balcony outside the monk's room. Monk Zhi, who was in meditation, felt something in his heart. He looked up at the figure gathered in the moonlight and took a few steps forward respectfully, "Teacher."

The figure nodded slightly, "Zhou Tieyi has already arrived in Tangzhou Prefecture. With his ability, he will probably get the account book from Prince Ning very soon and track it down to Dazhi Zen Temple."

Monk Zhi frowned slightly, "Teacher, the Buddha Kingdom is not yet fully prepared and is not enough to save the evil spirits of all directions. Before he comes to investigate, do we need to unite with the Shinto to take action against him?"

"Do not."

The figure shook his head slightly. "It's difficult to attack him. He has too many eyes and too many calculations. If we don't lead him into a dead end and make him enter the game willingly, any missing change may attract additional first-grade masters to join the battlefield. Even I can't see how many changes he has."

Monk Zhi moved the rosary in his hand and attacked Zhou Tieyi. Zhou Tieyi's own strength was not so important, because you didn't know that Zhou Tieyi had come into contact with so many big shots, and he had many back-ups left by big shots on him. As long as these back-ups could buy him one or two breaths of time, those top-notch masters in the world would be able to come with the help of the connection. The last failure of Dahuanxitian was due to this point!

Therefore, it is necessary to set up a dilemma that blocks the inside and the outside, and let Zhou Tieyi enter on his own initiative, so that we can be sure of killing him.

The figure continued to laugh, "Besides, he really brought about changes and even helped us complete our plan. People in the world have long suffered from this unchanging world. This is a good thing. Why should we attack him?"

As he spoke, the figure slightly turned sideways and looked at Monk Zhi with a smile. The lenses of his tortoise-shell glasses reflected an arc of light in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)