Chapter 833 Peeling off the skin and revealing a vacuum
Qian Chen recited a volume of "Buddha's Sutra on the True Form of White Bones" in front of the horse, and it was silently imprinted in the heart of the Moon Demon True Tradition.
At this time, the skin that Qian Chen had scratched from his back had also cracked, and the devil was even more focused, because the quality of this human skin was all revealed at this point!
According to his experience, it requires speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and it also requires the sudden emotional ups and downs of the person being skinned.
Qian Chen looked at his thoughts and nodded slightly - he has understanding!
A crack opened silently on the back of the groom, revealing the layers of skin inside. Under this skin, there were dozens of layers of skin. It was the outermost layer that was destroyed.
The devil can still hide and escape.
A skin is a life.
Ordinary monks would have to kill him dozens of times.
The devil praised: "You recite the sutra well!"
The groom gradually relaxed the skin he was wrapped in, ready to jump out from the crack in the back at any time.
He had to peel off Qian Chen's skin at an extremely fast speed, then quickly take off the skin, dive in, and transform into Qian Chen.
This process must be fast, otherwise it may be discovered by the Demon Mirror at any time.
"That is……"
Qian Chen raised his head and said proudly: "I know this sutra by heart, don't you believe I can read it to you?"
The devil looked at Qian Chen's youthful nature revealed at this time, and his smile became even colder: "Okay, okay... Oh! There is a snake on your back!"
As he spoke, a slippery feeling suddenly crawled up Qian Chen's back, making his skin tighten suddenly. Qian Chen said in a trembling voice: "It's okay, I'll read a scripture to it, and it won't bite me!"
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"Then read it and I'll help you catch it!"
The devil quietly pinched both sides of Qian Chen's split skin sac, and the muscles and tiny blood vessels inside were separated from the skin sac.
The smooth snake-like touch was just a physical touch created by a demon that frightened him. However, Qian Chen's skin gradually became tense amidst this tension.
Wherever the invisible snake passed, goosebumps were aroused, and the skin and flesh gradually separated between tightening and loosening.
As expected, Qian Chen lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures backwards. The back of his neck was exposed to the true story of the Moon Demon. An upward knife edge spread all the way here until the most protruding bone in the cervical spine suddenly opened up as Qian Chen lowered his head.
Skin that has cracked.
The smile on the devil's lips became more and more mysterious.
Qian Chen recited the scriptures vaguely. He read a volume of "The Sutra of the White Bones" backwards. The syllables were stuck together and unclear. However, if he listened to it in another language, it would be extremely clear and every word would be correct.
The tone is round and the semantics are clear.
It’s exactly——Nine Nether Demonic Words.
And the scripture that was being recited was actually the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra"!
The smile on Qian Chen's mouth was equally mysterious, with a touch of detachment and compassion.
Seeing the cervical vertebra detached, with a hint of yellowish bones, the Moon Demon couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
"Such a skinny skin is too tight to fit into! Moreover, this person's skin and bones are too different, and his body is too inferior. Unless I have to, I wouldn't think highly of this kind of skin."
"The skin of the old is the loosest, the skin of the poor is the roughest, and the skin of the sick is the least elastic. In "Three Thousand Skins", they are all the inferior skins."
"The skin of Taoism is the most elastic, the skin of Buddhism is the thickest, and the skin of demons is the smoothest..."
An idea somehow got into his mind, saying: "Really good skin will not stick to itself when it is peeled off, and as soon as it is peeled off, its essence, energy, and even memories can be left in the skin. This process
It is a test of patience. It is like dissecting a skin, cutting open his memory, and even unraveling his personality and heart."
"The edge of the knife always has to go deep into his most essential place, but it cannot touch its essence."
Moon Demon only thought that he had made another breakthrough in his magic power, and with endless inspiration, he followed these thoughts to unveil the skin of the little monk in front of him bit by bit.
Then there was a sudden pull and a swish sound.
Just like a leather bag breathing into the air, Xun Xun's voice seemed to be beating the air.
A complete skin was peeled off from Qian Chen's body.
Then a black shadow suddenly emerged from the groom's body, darted towards the leather bag in his hand, and got into it.
As soon as the human skin fell to the ground, a novice monk who looked exactly like Qian Chen smiled mysteriously and stood in the open space between Qian Chen and the groom.
He looked up at Qian Chen's original position and whispered: "Little monk, who do you think I am?"
He said proudly in his heart: "With my methods, I'm afraid he hasn't noticed that his skin is gone. I'll call him right now and see his face when he sees 'me' standing in front of him!"
"whee……"
"Who do you think I am?"
Moon Demon just raised his head and looked toward the voice, and saw where Qian Chen was, a man covered in loess, like a clay sculpture, lowering his head to recite Buddhist scriptures. He had no eyelids, and a pair of eyeballs were exposed on his face, but he still looked like a man.
It looks like it is made of yellow clay.
His gums were also exposed, and the voice in his mouth was slightly distorted...
This sound that was gradually going off track made Moon Demon suddenly understand a little bit more.
"He is reciting the Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra!"
Moon Demon suddenly felt that this skin bag was not tight, or in other words, it was empty. It was not as if he had put on a piece of clothing and squeezed into a leather bag, but as if he had walked into an empty room.
"Why is it empty?"
Such a thought flashed through Moon Demon's mind.
Then there was another kind of trembling rising from the heart. The skinless body was chanting sutras. What about that voice just now?
He suddenly remembered that those words came from his own mouth.
"Why is it not empty? If the self-nature is not empty, it cannot exist! There is a basis for emptiness! If my skin is not empty, then how should 'I' exist in it?"
This was his own answer in his heart.
"Emptiness is existence!"
"Being and non-being create each other!"
Two more voices sounded in my heart.
By this time, Moon Demon had understood that not only was it not empty, but it was also very crowded.
He untied the skin bag and threw away the flesh, bones and all reality in the skin bag. On top of the skin bag, there are memories, souls, consciousness, faces, names...
Then the inner substance is abandoned, and all forms are left on the skin.
What else is inside the empty skin?
That is ‘empty’!
The entity that made me up was put down!
The color that makes up me has become a skin!
Such an empty place.
It is the dependence of ‘I’, which is emptiness.
At this time, the Moon Demon suddenly understood the volume "Buddha Speaks of the Original Phenomenon of the White Bones" that Qian Chen was reciting in his ear.
He got into the emptiness of a certain supreme demon under his skin, and relied on its emptiness to rely on his own "being". He gave up an empty room and allowed himself to live in it.
But in that house, the skin, memory and name are the exterior of 'him'.
Emptiness, some dependence is within him...
So where is ‘I’?
I'm in the middle!
If ‘I’ have no emptiness, what is existence? My self depends on his emptiness, so I am also him!
"It turns out I am Qian Chen!"
Yue Mo suddenly realized and showed a relieved smile. Dressed as a novice monk, he touched his belly and found that he was really full now.
The skin was still empty and had no substance.
Qian Chen looked at the skin bag of the groom next to him, looking through the gaping wound on the back. He didn't know how many heavy skin bags were stacked together, but the innermost one was a complete skin bag with no knife edge.
Qian Chen couldn't help but smile.
His techniques have become even more advanced!
While speaking to the demon, he made the demon understand the principles of form and emptiness.
The scriptures one by one persuaded him to let go of layers of skin, and finally he also let go of his own memory, consciousness, and all the phenomena that depend on causes and conditions, exposing his hollow self.
And then at the moment when the moon demon took over the body...
It untied its skin and came out.
It thought it had just shed off the outermost skin of a groom, but in fact it had shed all the layers of skin, even the color that was born from fate. It drilled itself out of the hollow, and then pounced on Qian Chen.
of emptiness.
Turning your possessions into a layer of color under Qian Chenkong...
Qian Chen looked at his inner reality, and bit by bit he got into those countless layers of skin, and finally got into a place where it was completely empty, with no self to rely on, and it really turned into nothingness.
In the end, covered with dozens of layers of skin, the core of which was still the appearance of the moon demon, Qian Chen's reality stood up again.
Finally, Shi Xiangxiang said to Kongxiang: "My hands are itchy! I went to peel off the skin of the Yang God of the Moon Demon Sect..."
Qian Chen, who has practiced the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra" into Madhyamaka Buddhism all his life, felt that someone was using himself to enrich his emptiness, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.
This is clearly a Buddhist method, but when Qian Chen performed it, it was even more demonic and weird than the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra".
After the skin is shed, the inside is empty, which is equivalent to a wooden bowl filled with bitter water. The bowl is originally a stinky skin bag, and the bitter water in it is the self. So after the self is poured out, what is the empty thing in the wooden bowl?
Buddhism thinks this is true.
Qian Chen thought it was the same...his Zhenru had just eaten a person!
"The Moon Demon painted skin, Buddha said it is hollow!" Qian Chen asked curiously: "Is the skin me? Is the reality me? Is the void me?"
Qian Chen headed towards Tuoba Mansion with his empty skin. He needed to take some time to digest that layer of color and understand what kind of existence is the self that has abandoned even emptiness after letting go of all skins?
From the current point of view, this kind of self cannot generate, self-contain, and exist eternally, which is consistent with the Buddhist teaching that all dharma has no self-nature.
"So this is the phase..."
"The Dharma has the appearance of me, the appearance of human beings, and the appearance of all living beings. I am the only one? I don't think it is the only one. Doesn't I have another 'I' appearance? If the Moon Demon is 'I', I am 'empty'. So living
It should be him who is in this skin, why is there no sense of existence at all?"
Qian Chen looked back at himself and found no trace of the existence of the Moon Demon's 'I'.
I had to groan twice: "I gave you a chance, but you're useless!"
Qian Chen's physical body, carrying dozens of skins, headed outside the city to find the leader of the Moon Demon Sect...
When his skin came back, Madam Tuoba was already waiting for him in the Buddhist hall. When the maid led the people in, Madam Tuoba originally smiled very kindly, until she saw Qian Chen's eyes, she said in horror: "Who are you?"
thing?"
"I am who I am?" Qian Chen was puzzled.
Mrs. Tuoba saw that all Qian Chen's memories, dharma, support, name and reality were tied to a skin bag. She could see through her eyes that it was empty inside.
I could only feel the cold sweat and snake-like smoothness on my back, and a shiver instantly crawled across my back.
Looking at Qian Chen with his head tilted and a puzzled look on his face, Mrs. Tuoba sat down obediently and said: "Why did the young master come back with only a skin? I thought he was raped by someone from the Moon Demon Sect.
Give……"
"Oh! I was skinned by the moon demon!"
Qian Chen said calmly: "Because I want to see my 'true nature'. Nagarjuna said that true nature is empty. I saw that the skin of the moon demon was the emptiest, so I cooperated with him!"
Mrs. Tuoba was already sure that the person in front of her was a terrifying giant in the demon world. Maybe he was a demon king who had come to the earthly immortal world!
Practicing the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra" backwards, peeling off the skin and hollowing it out to see the true image?
What kind of ‘truth’ did he see?
If the true nature is the Buddha nature, then that true nature must be the demonic nature that is completely superior to the Buddha nature!
"All dharmas have no inherent nature. Can all dharmas have other natures?"
"Peel off the skin and abandon the inner reality, and you will see the true nature of emptiness. If you peel off other people's skins and leave their reality behind, and the emptiness is there, is that the true nature of their nature?"
Qian Chen couldn't help but be curious.
Mrs. Tuoba next to her was trembling all over. She had been practicing Buddhism since she was a child, and she also became possessed by demons due to temporary encounters and obsessions, and understood the principles of the demon's heart and appearance.
But in this way, the peeled-off skin of the "Moon Demon Painted Skin Sutra" is regarded as a bag that wraps up the true nature of their nature, packaging, and preparing to use this leather bag to bring more crazy thoughts of returning the true nature of their nature.
Use demons to prove Buddha...
This ability to train the magic way into extremely profound Buddhist teachings, and then make the Buddhism even weirder than the magic way...
She hasn’t seen it either!
Once I finish writing, I won’t keep you waiting!
Chapter completed!