Chapter 250 — Rouge and White Bone
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On the summit all was silent, save for the sound of prayer beads turning, and now and then a monk's halo would scatter and he would fall from the sky. The Old Tathagata looked around, taking in the expressions of the bodhisattvas, venerables, and arhats.
Fan Xuanshu, that former cult master of demons, had appeared before the assembled monks wearing Si Youyou's beauty, disordered their minds, damaged their Buddha-hearts, and bred in them a tangle of stray thoughts. Even though he had just displayed the Buddha-dharma at full stretch, rousing the flesh bodies of the many Tathagatas within the Tower of Ten Thousand Aspects, that could only suppress them for a time. A halo scattering and a monk falling from the sky meant the Buddha-heart had been broken. The Buddhist order set great store by cultivation of the mind; once the Buddha-heart was broken and stained with karmic fruit, the mind-realm would collapse, and those falling were no longer monks but ordinary mortals.
Their fall from the sky was a fall from a place high above, far from the red dust, down into the red dust. Some would turn back and repent, finding the shore by turning round; others would leave the Great Tingming Temple and struggle in the red dust in search of deliverance.
Yet once the vulgar heart stirs, deliverance is hard indeed. Si Youyou's beauty had brought down many of the Great Tingming Temple's high ranks, a grievous loss. Still, Shen Mu and the others could not be blamed; after all, Shen Mu and his companions had given warning, and it was the Old Tathagata who insisted on beholding Granny Zhu's true face, to test their Buddha-hearts. Yet there were still a few on the mountain whose Buddha-hearts stood firm, not wavering in the least.
These eminent monks had attained the Way as beings of another kind, not of the human race. Beautiful as Granny Zhu was, she was not of their kind, and these monks could see nothing beautiful in her — only a stinking bag of skin. "Your cultivation is still insufficient. You cling to outward form and have never seen true Suchness.
" The Old Tathagata looked around and instructed the monks: "You see her beauty and cannot master yourselves, yet you do not know that the beauty you see is only the beauty you suppose, not true beauty.
Brother Haikong, for instance — do you think her beautiful? " He was speaking of an eminent monk who had attained the Way as a being of another kind. That monk said, "She is not of my kind.
I cannot feel her beauty. " The Old Tathagata laughed. "A beauty that cannot be felt outside one's own kind is not true beauty, only outward form. Beauty is the Great Truth, the Great Suchness, the Great Enlightenment, the Great Wisdom.
Cult Master Li, this bag of skin you cling to so obsessively is not true beauty.
Among the myriad living beings, your beauty accounts for no more than the word 'human' — can you not see how narrow that is? " The monks all felt a sudden illumination, and Shen Mu too thought his words most reasonable. Worthy of the Old Tathagata — one who had attained Great Enlightenment might truly be able to subdue Fan Xuanshu, that demon of the heart. The reason Fan Xuanshu wished to become Granny Zhu was precisely that Granny Zhu was too beautiful; she had disordered his Dao-heart and bred in him evil thoughts and demonic thoughts, the desire to become Granny Zhu.
Granny Zhu chuckled. "Old Tathagata, of the ten thousand paths in this world, my Tiansheng Cult occupies but the word 'human', while your Buddhist order occupies them all.
Can you occupy them all? Enough talk. What power have you to subdue me? " The Old Tathagata smiled faintly, took out a bronze mirror, and handed it to a venerable at his side. "Give this mirror to her.
" The venerable took the bronze mirror and stepped down from the high altar toward Granny Zhu. When he saw her face, his heart pounded wildly again, and he hurriedly shut his eyes, not daring to look further. He delivered the bronze mirror.