Qian Yiqun raised the corner of his mouth and spitted on the short edge of the note. He gently turned his wrist when he pinched the corner of the paper and put it on. He pinched his fingers and the thin rice paper was glued into a paper ring.

Master Xueling took the paper ring handed over by Qian Yiqun and looked puzzled. He looked at the slightly strange paper ring carefully, and his eyes wandered on the paper... After walking around, he returned to the origin.

"This is the Tao!" A cool feeling surged in the snowy slope, soaking from head to toe.

In his body, the long-awaited spiritual aggregate rushes up and seeps into his limbs and bones, bringing him great comfort. The seven spirits of the spiritual sea appear, like pearls, like the bright moon, shining everywhere. The heart qi flows endlessly, and the endless joy is erect and it is difficult to suppress itself.

This paper ring is the Mobis ring in mathematics.

Just a small action, the three-dimensional paper ring will become a two-dimensional paper tape. On this paper ring, there is no front or back. Take any point and you can return to the starting point with no edges.

It was in the dark that Qian Yiqun thought of this little prop.

This paper ring does have the characteristics of "Tao": there is no beginning or end, no positive or negative, no high or low, and there is a difference.

If one finger of Koti contains that all things are united and all things are united, then this paper ring itself is one.

but……

——Is this paper ring really the same?

Qian Yiqun was suddenly stunned, his whole body was numb and itchy. A thought was about to gush out, but it seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze. The shape could be vaguely seen, but it was difficult to see thoroughly.

"Is this the way?" Qian Yiqun turned his head slightly and asked Xueling.

"Yes!" Xueling was excited, and at the same time he was experiencing the excitement in his body. He soon traveled in the world of calmness and used this enlightenment to examine his own world and the outside world.

The realm is like glasses. Once the realm changes, it is like changing into new glasses, and what you see and feel is no longer the same as before.

"This is not Tao." Qian Yiqun suddenly pulled the ring of Demonic Bibles, exerted force with his ten fingers, and instantly tore it to pieces. He raised his hand and sprinkled the paper, and the pieces of paper fell like snowflakes, and were blown to the vast world by the cold wind of the first month. He could not find a piece of it in a blink of an eye.

"This is the Tao!"

Qian Yiqun spit out four words in a loud voice.

The Emperor Bell on the Linghai made a sound, just like the one knocked by the Mu Taoist.

Qian Yiqun's eyes were empty, as if everything around him had become calm.

Fu Yapo was originally angry, but now he was like a reshaping, stretching his eyebrows, his eyes slightly open, his lips slightly close, and his whole body relaxed.

Xueling heard the ringing of the sky bell, and his eyes flew to the horizon with the shredded paper, and then returned to the thematic platform. His knees softened, and he fell to the ground, touching the ground with his forehead, expressing his gratitude to Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun came back to his senses from the joy that he had seen through the view of the Tao, looked at the old Zen Master Xueling on the ground, and reached out to help him up.

The old Zen master held the bead in both hands and said, "Thank you, the real person, this bead should be destined to be with the real person."

"When the Taoist obtains this pearl, he should use it to help him as he pleases the Tathagata, and he will not let down the Tathagata." Qian Yiqun replied solemnly.

"Amitabha Buddha, the true person is merciful." Xueling said.

Qian Yiqun took the bead and tried to throw it into the golden scale basket. Unexpectedly, the reincarnation bead was easily included. However, at this time, Qian Yiqun was glimpsing the joy of the Tao, his heart was no different, everything was the same, and there was no sense of gain or loss.

The Forbidden City seems to be older than Xueling, but he praised: "Senior brother, why not go to the quiet room to practice meditation?"

"Why should the Buddha lock himself up in the world?" Xueling pushed away the forensic evidence and stepped down to the questioning platform with a trembling speech. He only praised the fate of the cause and the enlightenment was realized in one go.

The Forbidden City looked at the back of his senior brother and said casually: "Will you no longer see the Buddha when you are locked in the house?"

Qian Yiqun smiled when he heard this: "Monkey Xueling has realized his heart and the monk has realized his mouth. All should congratulate him."

The Forbidden City was stunned, his eyes drooped, his hands closed, and he said, "Amitabha, sins."

Qian Yiqun stood on the stage, and there was silence around him.

It was difficult for the audience to understand what happened. They could not see Qian Yiqun's small movements, nor did they know the mystery of the Mobis ring. They only thought that Qian Yiqun had a paper ring, which made a generation of monks convinced and suddenly realized.

But they don't need the process, they just need an idol.

An idol that can be worshipped and relied on.

First, there was a man kneeling on the ground, and then the people around him also knelt down.

In an atmosphere that implies madness, more and more people fell to the ground and kowtowed.

I want a flower that blooms abnormally and can make people worship it, let alone a Taoist priest who is suspected to be a god!

The monks present were embarrassed.

They cannot worship a young descendant. Even if he may really be virtuous and righteous, "self-attachment" and "arrogance" will always leave a place in the hearts of ordinary people. It is this shortage that makes it difficult for them to break through the "my body" and see the "true self", and it is difficult to bow to the late learning like a snowy hill.

Chen Zhihe stood under the banner, trying not to frown, and said in his heart: This kind-hearted person is not kind at all, just like this, do you want to be the leader? You haven't come down yet!

Qian Yiqun stood there, motionless.

He is waiting for someone

Woo ~~~

After a while, only sounds came from afar.

Qian Yiqun turned to the sound of the horn, and four lamas wearing red monk hats and big red monk robes walked towards the platform of the Dispute in two rows, blowing a large snail.

This large magic snail is huge and has no friends, and is one foot long. Therefore, these four lamas are short in front and tall in the back. The magic snail is mounted on the shoulder of the man in front and blown by the lama behind.

After the magic snail, a big lama was seen with dark and rough skin, wearing a monk's robe on his body, and his arms were exposed in the first lunar month. He also wore a red monk's hat, holding a two-meter-long Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle, and walked forward with the sound of the magic snail.

"This is Gaba Rinpoche." Forbidden stood beside Qian Yiqun and whispered, "He is stationed in Shunti Temple in Xi, and I don't know why he came here today."

At this time, Chinese Buddhism has always been a little lukewarm about esoteric Buddhism. Because of language problems, Tantric Buddhism rarely wants to interact with exoteric sects. In fact, the two religions are of the same origin, and the essence of the two sects is not very different. Tantric Buddhism also has exoteric studies, and exoteric sects also has secret teachings. Moreover, breaking the harmony of monks is a major sin to go to the Avici Hell, so even if the sects are different, there will be no internal conflicts in Buddhism.

"Rashgabadawa." Qian Yiqun said lightly, "He is here to cause trouble for me."

The forensic said, "I wonder if the real person has any misunderstandings with him? Do you need a monk to mediate?"

"Last time, I helped Master Zhang defeat the evil path of Yinshan. The evil path was resentful and was afraid that the Tianshi Mansion would take revenge, so I asked him to stand up." Qian Yiqun said simply and clearly, "I'm afraid it's hard to be kind today. Master should prepare for it."

"Well, I only practice Buddhism and have not achieved supernatural powers. Do you want to recover my senior brother?" said Fa Zheng.

"I can't ask for it." Qian Yiqun was not polite at all. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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