Capítulo 1099: Chapter 129: Mani Jiaye the Great Bodhisattva
“From this day forth, I am Mani Jiaye, the guardian of Spirit Mountain!”
Sun Xushi, with a solemn and dignified appearance, sat on the Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform, a golden divine radiance behind his head shimring brightly, further elevating his grandeur.
He then slightly raised his hand, his red lips gently parting, speaking with neither joy nor sorrow:
“Good n and good won, the cycles of dust and calamity, the sun of wisdom shines again. It is by my will that I appear once more with eyes brimming with tears.”
“Observe this world: although all beings reside in the five turbid evils, their Buddha-nature remains unstained. Just like the Mani pearl, falling into the mud, its brightness diminishes not a bit.”
“Today I open the door of convenience, revealing the ultimate magic.”
“First, do not say Spirit Mountain is separated by thousands of miles; turning around, you are at the shore of Bodhi.”
“Second, do not speak of the end-Dharma age as difficult for cultivation; a single pure thought is a place of practice.”
“Third, do not cling to the words of the scriptures; untie the bonds to see the true nature.”
“Fourth, do not worship clay and wooden idols; the self-nature Tathagata is most worthy of reverence.”
As the words fell, the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus under Sun Xushi, or Mani Jiaye, began to shine.
The Buddhist rit and will power instantly illuminated Taizhou Mountain, and golden lotuses appeared in the skies over various realms.
As the golden light sprinkled down, all Buddhist disciples in every realm were enveloped by the rit and will power, swiftly advancing their Buddhist cultivation.
However, when it shone upon the Vajra Realm, the golden lotus shattered as soon as it appeared.
Mani Jiaye seed to sense this, his eyes slightly moving toward the Vajra Realm, yet he made no moves, continuing to speak:
“All my Buddha Children, should base upon four laws.”
“First, uphold right mindfulness, as if protecting a bright pearl. Next, cultivate compassion, as water nourishes all things. Then, practice prajna, as a sword cuts through silk. Finally, realize selflessness, as clouds disperse in the sky.”
The golden radiance instantly enveloped the entire Spirit Mountain, the treasure light like rosy clouds drifting outward, dyeing the skies of all the realms within Taizhou Mountain gold.
The golden lotuses originally floating in the sky scattered in a certain direction, most falling upon the monks with profound Buddhist teachings.
Instantly enhancing their cultivation by a small realm.
Even their state in the Divine Power Realm saw improvent, equivalent to years, even decades, of hard cultivation.
Just this alone prompted those Buddhist monks to press their hands together, their expressions complex, chanting Amitabha with reverence.
At this ti, Mani Jiaye’s face bore a touch of solemnity, his loud voice resounding in all directions:
“Monks and nuns, restore your dignity, rejuvenate the precepts! Laypeople, use the red dust as your foundation, let the mundane world ignite the heart lamp! All sentient beings, whether born of womb, egg, or moisture, by turning back and introspection, can suddenly transcend the three vehicles.”
On Taizhou Mountain, a large swastika symbol appeared, the golden glow shining upon the mountains and into the various realms, causing the earth within the realms to produce the swastika symbol.
This ti, it no longer targeted the virtuous monks, but rather every monk or layman practicing the Buddhist technique, even those layn reciting scriptures and worshiping Buddha in the secular world, all benefiting from the rit and will power.
Sick ones had their ailnts dispelled, the healthy ones beca stronger and extended their longevity.
“Greetings to Master Mani Jiaye!”
“Greetings to Spirit Mountain!”
Many worshippers, unaware of the “Pure Land of Bliss,” simply worshiped sincerely, so when Spirit Mountain appeared, they bowed.
They bowed to Spirit Mountain and to Mani Jiaye in the Mahavira Hall and the many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.
Streams of rit and will power surged from all realms into the Spirit Mountain high in the sky.
Making the treasure towers and palaces more profound, and the gold glow of rit even more brilliant.
Mani Jiaye slightly smiled, speaking with a gentle voice:
“Today I establish new vows: until all sentient beings in my heart are delivered, I will not enter Nirvana. Unless ignorance is dispelled in the Black Prison, I will not leave this realm. Unless all beings beco Buddhas, I will not abandon my seat.”
“All Buddhist cultivators, should revere Spirit Mountain, take rit and will power as standards, diligently study the Buddhist law, and universally save all beings.”
Pausing, Mani Jiaye’s gaze fell upon the equally brilliant “Heaven and Earth Bridge” on the distant horizon, saying:
“In three months, Spirit Mountain will open wide, at which ti I will preach and spread the law, awaiting those who co to worship.”
After finishing his words, he turned his head to look at Monk Fu Chen beside him, speaking no more.
Monk Fu Chen nodded slightly, lowering his gaze, and after standing up, pressed his hands together and said:
“Do not say I am a past Buddha, or that the future is unfathomable, a mont is infinite kalpas.”
“Today Fu Chen adds oil to the lamp, not to illuminate mountains and rivers, but to awaken the foolish in dreams.”
As he spoke, a white light erged from the center of Fu Chen’s brow, casting twenty-four rays of light, each illuminating past infinite kalpas.
As if seeing the collapse of the Taoist rules, witnessing the decline of various realms, seeing the fall of past sages, the entirety of Taizhou Mountain shrouded in apocalypse destruction.
Fu Chen took one glance, and then chanted Amitabha, softly speaking:
“Now we are reunited with Buddhist disciples from various realms, and hope you all listen to the teachings of the Ancient Buddha Mani Jiaye, and do not miss it again.”
As the words ended, the four n and won below them on the Ninth Grade Lotus Platform spoke one by one.
“My na is Gu Ying Bodhisattva; I hold the text as the true scripture, slicing through a thousand volus of nad concepts, cleaving through myriad layers of doubt clouds!”
“My na is Bodhisattva Xianshu, each step a mark of Bodhi, each mountain, each water, a Brahma song…”
“My na is Master Guanlan, a thousand hands, a thousand eyes, not divine skills, just compassion, just pain, just deaf and dumb, hoping all beings see the boundless sea of suffering and turn back to the shore.”
“I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva…”
The Buddha Arhats on the Sixth Grade Lotus Platform, numbering one hundred and two, spoke in sequence, so making grand vows, so introducing their positions, while others, like Chen Yuan, simply said coldly:
“My na is Chen Yuan!”
As the words fell, the golden light on all Buddha forms shone brilliantly, the boundless rit and will power flowing from all realms of Taizhou Mountain into Spirit Mountain.
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