Could it be ............ These two books are by the same person?

Thinking of this, Yuanshan suddenly became interested, and he felt that maybe this time, he could also learn such a trick and a half in the book, or at least learn something.

Turning the pages of the yellowed scroll, he found that its contents were handwritten notes, but in fact they were more like poems and diaries, recording between the lines what had happened to him and the feelings of that person............

One sand and one world are alone, and one flower and one paradise have never been seen.

The beautiful have been lonely.

The Buddha born in the blue lotus, the only one pursued Prajna.

Is survival doomed to sin?

Thousands of eyes and thousands of lights are burning naked because of desire.

Who sees death and cowardice all over the Ganges?

Who sees, the afflicted sinking silently?

At this time, the sand of the Ganges River is counted, and thousands of believers go to the grave.

Warm teardrops can't redeem the cold mediocre and innocent.

Who understands the cause and effect of the Third World? and explores the Seven Treasures Floating Temple?

Closing his eyes, someone stood up and clenched the rosary in his hand.

..........................................

Infinity is anchored in the palm of your hand, and in an instant the eternity makes a mistake.

The strong have been deceived.

Forgetting the soul of the river travel, the deceased longs for bliss.

Can't the earth establish the kingdom of heaven?

There are thousands of choices, and there is only one color of love.

Is it the grayish-black of the scepter, the vermilion of the rose?

Or the golden yellow of the suit?

When he was on the way, the heavenly demons were subdued. Why forgive?

Greed, hatred, and anger, the six realms of reincarnation have their own soul destination.

The ups and downs of all beings in the three thousand worlds, the difference between good and evil are different in one thought.

Asking you if you admit the truth without asking the outcome will be fallacious.

Ah—history is not a Bayeux book.

Everyone, for the sake of fresh reasons, pays.

Fight to kill, obsessively admire, or guard.

..........................................

At this time, the land of Nirvana is full of twin trees, and the victors of all acts of impermanence are weeping.

When it is blooming and withered, whose body is buried in the Pure Land?

There are countless bones in the shock, and when I look back, I am merciful.

For example, how can Xingdou give up the journey of destiny?

Those who sigh have long been fully understood, and those who miss are finally overturned.

Flying petals, and then writing faith with blood.

A grain of sand solidifies because of persistence, and a flower pours out with a smile.

In an instant, someone was born, someone swallowed helplessness alone.

Ah———— can't stop.

In the midst of the war, I reminisce about the temperature of my childhood tears.

Open your eyes, someone has stepped on, this road ——————

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After reading it once, Yuanshan gently reconciled the notebook, put his hands together, and sandwiched it in the palm of his hand.

To put it simply, a few lines of poetry and poetry already contain too many outlines of Buddhist ideas and Mahayana Buddhism, not to mention the stories hidden in them..................

If the sand and the flowers, both have a representative of the person............ If something happened to make the person who wrote this book aware of these things............

So, what happened?

Thousands of believers go to the grave, why should they forgive?

What happened to the author of this book from chapter to chapter, and what kind of psychological changes did ......?

Letting go of his hands, Wonshan noticed that this book was different from other scriptures, more like a diary, because it ...... It's signed.

Two simple words, written in a rounded font on the cover———— Saga.

"How is it, monk? Do you understand? Do you think of something? Let me tell you, there is great wisdom in this!"

Holding this book, Wonshan was still immersed in thinking, the content of this book is a few hundred words, and there are too many details............

Yuanshan found that the knowledge he had now mastered, the Dharma, and even the progress of the Buddha's path were still far from the true Mahayana Buddhism............

Scold...... Hehe......

He smiled a little awkwardly, and then replied humbly to Lou Jialuo, "I ...... I've been studying for so long, I've been thinking about it for so long. ”

"In the end, I'm still confused, I don't understand it at all. ”

"To be honest, I don't understand even more when I see those who are fighting for what they are fighting for. ”

What is a human being?

Why was man born?

How do you survive?

Will salvation be found?

"I don't know, in the darkness of chaos...... Pain, like smoke drawn on a candlestick, lingers like a shadow. ”

"Mistakes are constantly being repeated............

"Everything seems to make no sense. ”

"I trekked through mountains and rivers, worn out straw sandals, and walked 108,000 miles...... What is it for?"

Is there an answer here?

Is there a road ahead?

Is there an answer ahead of the road?

Is the answer mine?

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know anything about ............"

"I was born with divine powers, but I feel more powerless than anyone else............"

"Why is that?"

.................. Still confused, still puzzled, still uneasy.

Possible............ All living beings are like this, confused by their reasons for coming to this world and their uneasiness.

Every day and night, I seek answers to why I live............

After reading the scriptures, even though he was still sad, Lou Jialuo, who had changed the atmosphere, was still a little unhappy.

"I don't know, what's the matter with me?"

Well......?

Yuanshan looked up and saw that Na Lou Jialuo was rubbing the silver hair on his head at this moment, and his face was full of complaints.

"Alright, I'm leaving, I'm going to go back looking for this guy. ”

After speaking, he poked the Buddha statue on which he was standing with his foot, and heard that the golden-winged roc would only fall on the sycamore tree............

"The donor, thank you for this scripture, the poor monk wishes you a smooth journey............

Downwind...... Maybe you really need a tailwind.

"Alas, you are a monk, you may not realize it, your sentimental appearance, others will be upset when they see it, so let's take this seven-treasure robe...... Don't bother me anymore, bye-bye!"

After speaking, he took out a piece of clothing from his arms and threw it in front of Yuanshan, the sewing of the robe, and the silk of gold leaf, it seemed, it was definitely not ordinary..................

"Ahh!!!!h

Merits and virtues...... Merit ..................

Although Yuan Shan shouted so, looking at Lou Jialuo, who had gradually flown away, he felt so in a corner of his heart.

Myself...... Trekking through mountains and rivers, 108,000 miles, doing good deeds, planting countless good fruits.

With this book and this robe..................

It's not that the bamboo basket is empty..................

Fluttering, fluttering, Lou Jialuo looked back at the Great Lei Yin Temple, which had become very small.

The Great Thunder Yin Temple in his heart is still as glorious as it once was.

Recalling the past, under the twin trees of Sula, a monk in rags did not sleep or eat, and could not sit for a long time.

Hovering over the branches of the sycamore, he kept asking him.

How precious and regrettable that time was............

Shaga, ShaGa, where the hell have you been?

Buddha, Buddha, how am I going to find you?

As soon as he turned around, he looked in the direction of the setting sun. His figure gradually disappeared in the sunset.

(Hey, robe...... Saga ............ ）

(Someone else has worn your old clothes.) ）

............ Since then, Yuanshan has not left this dilapidated Da Lei Yin Temple, he feels that this place is not only related to Buddhism, but also has a strong and clean strengths, and it can be regarded as a rare feng shui treasure place for practice.

So, he calmed down here, and studied this book day and night without sleeping or eating, hoping to find some clues in it.

Finally............ That time still came.

After 9981 days, Yuanshan finally found the Buddhist principles and synopsis he needed in the book.

'I would like to be a boat to cross the boundless Dharma and ascend to the Pure Land of Bliss.' ’

What needs to be done has not changed, but now Yuanshan is no longer as confused as before.

The strong have been confused, why should the charms forgive?

In the final analysis, a person's whole life is for some vivid reason to continue to struggle.

At this moment, Yuanshan has understood life and cultivated a Zen heart.

A person can understand life, more happiness, less sorrow, more truth, less hypocrisy, more diligence, less slackness.

This is Zen.

Zen Tao teaches us that it is not difficult for people to live, but to truly understand what life is for.

If you don't know the destination, there will never be a tailwind in this dark sea of life.

Putting on his robe and packing his bags, Enzen plans to stay here for a few more days before leaving for Kyushu.

There, there is Futian waiting for him to save, and there is also a karmic fire that needs to be crossed.

Now that you know your destination, you can only hope for .................. Bon voyage.

Whew-whew-

The noisy and frolicking wind blew through the corners of the robe, blowing the outline of the monk clearly, as if to send off a guest, and as if symbolizing the change of the world.

The fresh wind blows the happy mood to every corner of the world, urging the footsteps of the teenagers............

Tomorrow............ The wind will blow tomorrow!

However, today's style is extraordinarily large, and even the dust on the ground of the Great Lei Yin Temple is rolled into a group, the sky is foggy, a few dark clouds are dense, covering the sun, and the air is very humid, it looks like there is rain.

Click, click, and sure enough, the rain soon fell little by little.

Dripping on the cracked stone floor of the Great Lei Yin Temple, mixing muddy water and filth, and on the cheeks of the half of the broken Buddha, there were also strips of rain sliding down, and it looked like tears in those shapes and angles.

'It's not the same at all, it's exactly the same as when I trampled here. ’

As far as the eye can see, on a boulder not far away, there is a man holding one leg on his knee, looking very relaxed sitting on it.

He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't care about the long-planned drizzle.