The Buddha said, "So where is she now?"

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun's expression was gloomy: "She is dead." ”

There was a moment of silence in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the sound of Li Xingyun's tears could be heard quietly.

The Buddha, who seemed to be sorry, said, "What do you want?"

Li Xingyun's emaciated cheeks were stained with tears, and he said extremely firmly: "I want to find her." ”

The Buddha said, "She is dead." ”

Li Xingyun didn't care: "Then I'll go to the Netherworld to find her." ”

The Buddha said, "She is in the past." ”

Li Xingyun replied, "I'll go back to the past." ”

The Buddha asked, "What if she is reincarnated?"

Li Xingyun said: "I will go to the future...... No matter the past, the present, or the future, even if it is three lives and three lives, I will find her. ”

Becoming a Buddha for all sentient beings, who can solve all the sufferings in the world but does not understand the word "love", is incomprehensible: "What about after finding her?"

Li Xingyun remembered that he had lived up to three times in this life: "Don't live up to Qing again." ”

The Buddha said, "But you have already ended up here in this life." ”

Li Xingyun is persistent.

He never believed in the fate of the end of the day: "Then I will go back to the past and cultivate the fate of the next life of three lives." ”

The Buddha asked, "The world is safe and secure, and it is as good as it is?"

The Buddha is asking Zen.

Li Xingyun, who is familiar with the classics of the stream and knows the doctrines of a hundred schools, does not know if there is a method in the world that can live up to both the world and the truth. But for him, all sentient beings have their own Buddhas, and it is enough for him to become a Buddha for Ling'er alone.

That's why he said, "If you don't go through the suffering of sentient beings, you are willing to cultivate one Buddha." ”

The Buddha was silent and said no more.

This incomprehensible Zen that has been difficult for countless years of the world's Buddhas seems to have become the simplest thing in the world in Li Xingyun's mouth at this moment.

The world is safe and perfect, and it is not as good as it comes, and it is willing to be a Buddha!

Oh, yes!

Buddhism breaks seven emotions and six desires, throughout the ages and the present the world Buddha is the Buddha of all beings who have cultivated thousands of good things and endured all difficulties, but have you ever seen a monk who became a Buddha with a word of love?

I have always thought that the ancestors of Buddhism who reflect on all the hearts of the Brahmans are high, but I didn't think that the Buddha is the Buddha.

There seemed to be a lament in the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, filled with the lamentation of the Buddha of endless years.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun looked up at the golden-bodied Buddha, and he actually saw the Buddha's tears!

Two lines of golden tears slipped from the eyes of the Buddha statue and dripped on the green lamp in front of the Buddha.

The Buddha is enlightened!

Two lines of Buddha tears fell, only to see that the blue lamp in front of the Buddha suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the magnificent and sacred and solemn Daxiong Treasure Hall with golden light.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun's whole person was shrouded in green lights.

He knelt on top of the futon. The figure gradually became blurred, blurring little by little.

His feet, his legs, his hands...... A little bit of dissipation, he didn't have any fear of the changes that took place in his body.

Because he knew that he asked for the Buddha, and the Buddha answered.

Because under the illumination of the green light in front of the Buddha, he saw his past life.

The previous life in the green lantern turned around, and at that moment, the body of Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun completely turned into nothingness and dissipated in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

……

The setting sun shone on the western mountains, casting a shadow behind the mountains.

The small town in the north of Nanzhan Prefecture lies comfortably in the sunset, and wisps of smoke rise from the eaves of the eaves where the returning birds fly.

The poor scholar sweated on his forehead.

The scholar's name is Li Xiuyuan, and he is one of the few talents in Qingshui Town, who makes a living by doing some ink business on the façade of the ancestral street on weekdays.

In the era when the Yan Empire and the Nanzhan were at war and martial arts, poverty was the word he had to face in his eighteen years of life.

Until a few days ago, on a whim, he compiled and printed the major events of the characters in the rivers and lakes that he heard from the mouths of the rangers and businessmen in the town into a book and a biography of the characters.

Li Xiuyuan, a scholar who has always had the dream of entering the country in his heart, thought that he would earn more silver and two plates of silver a year ago, and enter the capital to take the exam after the spring of the next year.

So when the sun went down and the smoke curled up from every house in the town, he was still busy.

It was getting dark.

When the black curtain covered the sky, a young man who was no more than twelve or thirteen years old carried two catties of beef to the study of the poor scholar Li Xiuyuan.

"Sir. ”

The young man's name is Aman, and he is the son of Liu Zhuangshi, the butcher shop in Liu Ji, in the town.

The old Liu of the butcher shop is illiterate, and in this life, he wishes to continue the shop passed down from his father to his hands, and he also wants his son to read more words and books, so that he can marry a delicate lady after the weak crown in the future.

Therefore, let Xiao Aman worship the talented scholar Li Xiuyuan as Mr., and send some pork chops and beef on weekdays as a student's filial piety to Mr.

Li Xiuyuan, who guards the façade of the study alone, also really likes the extremely smart little Aman, and he doesn't treat him as an outsider in his heart. Therefore, in addition to teaching and learning calligraphy, he often let the little boy run errands in the town.

Little Aman never gets tired of it.

"Aman is here. ”

Li Xiuyuan, a thin scholar, put down the pen in his hand and stretched his waist. I didn't want to see the dark night outside the door, only to know that it was another day of waste sleep and food, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The little boy Aman skillfully carried the beef to the kitchen in the backyard of the study, and then strode over, looked at the brand-new booklets stacked next to the bookshelf, and said happily with big eyes: "Sir, rest early, Aman has all this work." ”

On the early autumn night when the stars are shining and the moon is shining in the town, the little boy Aman likes to gather many like-minded partners in the town after dinner to wander around, patronize the fruit trees in the garden of the Zhang family's aunt, and then provoke the group of chickens and dogs raised by the uncle of the Zhao family on the way back.

As a result, a few books that had already been ordered by the neighbors from Mr. were delivered to the door.

Before the scholar Li Xiuyuan could open his mouth to explain, the young man Aman was familiar with the road and put the books and lists neatly into the basket, grabbed his waist and ran out of the door, and the small back soon disappeared under the light of the study.

The scholar, who had long been accustomed to it, only sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the study, and went to the backyard to have dinner......

Scholars after dinner usually have a habit of reading for an hour or so.

Today is no exception.

After Xiao Aman returned the basket and nailed the door of the study shop with a wooden board, Li Xiuyuan boiled some hot water, soaked in a pot of Longjing before the rain sent by the owner of the tea shop a few days ago, held a lone lamp in the bedroom, reflected a curtain of figures, and began his hard reading process.

Dead.

In Qingshui Town, the roosters and dogs barked gradually and did not hear, and the people who had been busy for a day had seen Zhou Gong in their dreams, in this era of war and wolf smoke, thanks to the West Mountain to block the worldly chaos, so that the people in this Qingshui town have a place to dream.

Scholar Li Xiuyuan yawned.

Listening to the sound of drums outside the courtyard, Li Xiuyuan closed his hand, knocked on his aching arms and body, and was about to fall asleep in his wide clothes, when he suddenly heard a sudden knock outside the door of the study.

(PS: I myself like the next story, Li Xingyun begged Buddha and returned to his previous life, can he find Ling'er?)