"The method of seeking victory is to explain Pratyekabuddha." After reading it several times, with the sound of "bang", the relaxed sea of ​​consciousness suddenly opened and started to rotate at high speed.

The unfamiliar ink characters on Ming Hui's manuscript slowly emerged in his mind.

Then it gradually expanded, and for a while it evolved into the images of Arhats seen in Qingliang Temple, for a while it evolved into the images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the main hall of Prajna Temple, and for a while it evolved into the images of living beings who went up the mountain to worship the Buddha...

The densely packed and obscure words turned into golden tadpoles, burrowed into his brain, and evolved into one sentence after another of Buddha's greetings in his sea of ​​consciousness.

...My appearance and human appearance are all false...See all kinds of colors, see all kinds of light...The golden words turned into a Buddha pestle, heavily hammering his sea of ​​consciousness

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The scriptures in the golden Buddha bones all over his body responded happily, just like the bells of the Buddha gently ringing. After not seeing the Buddha for a long time, he once again fell into epiphany...

...My appearance has no appearance, and the appearance of human beings has no appearance... All appearances are false.

Ming Hui's manuscript on the table turned without any wind, and the strokes inside floated out of thin air from the light yellow paper, turned into golden tadpoles, and penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness.

After flipping it up and down several times, it turned into a golden text, which was imprinted on his consciousness bit by bit.
Chapter completed!