In another decade, Nanshan Zen master Li Xingyun returned to the temple in front of the Qinghe River in Fushu Town. His appearance has not changed from more than 70 years ago, as if he is the kind of person who lives forever.

However, the ordinary people in the small town are different, the sun rises and the moon sets in the heavenly cycle, and they can escape the disaster of war, and they can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death.

Seventy years have passed, and no one in the town that has changed generations has remembered his appearance, and no one knows that the temple that has been abandoned for decades is actually inhabited.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun pushed open the temple door, put the burden of the Zen stick in the back hall of the bedroom in his memory, and then began to get busy. Just as he did when he first came to the ruined temple 70 years ago, he made the tools needed for daily life, renovated the temple, and finally cooked rice.

After all, with experience, Li Xingyun is already familiar with these things. It only took him a dozen days to restore the temple to its original state.

It was the ninth day of the third month, a sunny day, and he fasted and bathed, and then burned incense.

Li Xingyun stood in front of Ling'er's Buddha statue with his hands folded, silently looking at his Buddha, revealing a long-lost smile.

He knew that Ling'er was also laughing. Because he has figured out everything in the past ten years of his life in the world, he feels that the day of reunion with Ling'er is approaching.

It was with this joy that Ling'er's vivid shadow and smile appeared in his mind, Nanshan Zen master Li Xingyun sat cross-legged on the futon, holding a carving knife in one hand and a palm-sized stone in the other.

He closed his eyes gently and began to remember.

From the very beginning of the recollection, he thought of Luoqiu Village, and thought of the white-haired but tall old man who lived alone in the bamboo forest medicine furnace behind the village.

He is the previous master who once founded the Demon Gate with his own hands and made the world's strong people famous and fearful, and his name is Bai Zhiqiu.

In Li Xingyun's eyes, Mr. Bai Zhiqiu is a big family. Whether it is the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four books and five classics, or the five-character door of the cultivators of the law and the easy arts, Mr. is all proficient.

Thinking back to his first acquaintance with Mr. and his later apprenticeship, before he knew it, the carving knife in Li Xingyun's hand had been carved on the stone.

Stone chips gradually accumulated like powder, and Li Xingyun's carving knife slashed on the stones with more and more ease. After a few hours, the stone had roughly taken on the shape of a human being, and had become smooth and mirror-like.

Li Xingyun felt a little thirsty, so he went to boil some hot water, poured himself a cup of tea, and after a short rest, he began to continue to be busy with his work.

Time passed quickly, the sunset was hidden behind the West Mountain, and then the night was over and the sky was bright, until the night fell again, Li Xingyun stopped the knife in his hand.

Although his face was a little tired, his eyes were shining when he looked at the Buddha statue formed in his hand.

Yes, after spending two days without sleep, and only drinking some water, he cultivated the second Buddha, Ling'er's Buddha.

Stretching his muscles, he got up with the incense case, and lightly placed the palm-sized Buddha statue at the foot of the three-meter-high Ling'er stone statue, Li Xingyun took a broom and cleaned up the debris in front of the futon.

Then I started cooking.

......

Dead.

The temple, which few people visit, is hidden among the green trees and jungles, and Li Xingyun is lying on the bed, and he can vaguely hear the sound of the Qinghe River.

The quiet night is always easy for sleepless people to evoke their thoughts, and he is even a little inexplicably excited when he thinks that the day of reunion with Ling'er is gradually coming.

Wait a little longer.

He thought.

Wait a little longer, and after he has cultivated all the thousands of Buddhas in the world into the appearance of Ling'er, he will be able to meet Ling'er.

Yes, cultivating the Buddha does not just refer to cultivating the Buddha itself.

The Buddha is among all beings.

The aunt who sells vegetables can be a Buddha, the Qinghe River in front of the temple can be a Buddha, the frogs in the Qinghe River can be a Buddha, the surrounding green trees and flowers can be a Buddha, and even the bed where Li Xingyun is lying at the moment may be a Buddha.

Maybe maybe even he himself is one of the Buddhas.

The Buddha has thousands of appearances in the world, and if he wants to cultivate the Buddha, he must cultivate the thousands of appearances of the Buddha in the world, and the thousands of appearances of Ling'er. So during the day, he thought about the appearance of Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, but he cultivated Ling'er's Buddha body.

I thought it would be very difficult, much more difficult than cultivating Ling'er's Buddha body according to Ling'er's appearance, but I didn't expect it to take only two days to complete one of the thousands of Buddhas.

This strengthened his convictions.

So when the sun was rising, he got up early. After breakfast, he sat cross-legged in front of the Ling'er Buddha and began to meditate.

The Buddha is in the second and third phases of the world, and he thinks of his parents.

The appearance of his parents came to mind, and the carving knife in his hand began to carve on the stone again.

......

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Compared with two years ago, there are more Buddha statues in the temple in front of Qinghe. Li Xingyun placed Ling'er's thousands of appearances at the feet of the Buddha, looking like the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty.

It's just that the current number of Buddha statues is still too early to be called the Ten Thousand Buddha Dynasty, and recently, Li Xingyun has become more and more difficult to carve the Buddha body, and it seems that every time he completes a Buddha statue, the time it takes is faintly increasing.

It's as if the Buddha is deliberately hiding. In this regard, although Li Xingyun was more tired than usual, he didn't care.

Again, what he has is time.

......

He carved again.

He remembered his childhood friend in the village, and it took him two months to complete a Ling'er Buddha body. I remembered a hundred classics that I had studied, and it took me half a year to repair the statue of Ling'er Buddha.

He thought of Yu'er and cultivated a palm Buddha.

He remembered the raindrops and cultivated another palm Buddha.

He remembered the Spiegel Terrace of the Academy, and then practiced Buddhism. Thinking of the ten sons and comrades, I practiced Buddhism again.

He practiced Buddhism for ten years, then a hundred years, and then five hundred years.

He couldn't remember how many Buddha statues had been repaired in the temple, and he didn't deliberately count them, because he had never seen Ling'er, and he knew that the thousands of Buddha's appearances had not yet been completed.

So he continued to practice Buddhism.

A thousand years later, he remembered that he had lived up to three times in this life and cultivated a Buddha.

In 1,100 years, I remembered the Red Leaf Temple and built a Buddha.

For 1,200 years, I remembered the girl Ahri and built a Buddha.

For 1,300 years, I remembered the ten years of Biluo Huangquan and built an ascetic Buddha.

Fourteen hundred years ago, remembering the golden body of the Buddha in the Lingshan Daxiong Treasure Hall, he built a golden body of the Buddha.

Fifteen hundred years ago, he suddenly remembered Ishibashi Zen. So he didn't practice Buddhism, he suddenly left the temple with a carving knife and stones, and found the stone bridge where he practiced swords, the stone bridge in front of the building.

He stood by the stone bridge and watched the sunset shine on the stone bridge. Thinking of Chu Chanxin's appearance, he cultivated a Buddha in his previous life.

He held the last Buddha tightly in both hands and walked towards the stone bridge.

He muttered: "In my previous life, I was a monk, and when I met you, I begged the Buddha to incarnate me on a stone bridge, and I was blown by the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years, just begging you to walk across the bridge." ”

Li Xingyun stepped on the stone bridge and heard a voice.

"You're here. ”

"I've been waiting for you for fifteen hundred years, and you're finally here. ”

Li Xingyun suddenly raised his head.

Where is the stone bridge under his feet, it turned into a piece of golden light, and then a person walked out of the golden light.

(PS: The Buddha cultivation is finally finished, and I breathe a long sigh of relief.) At this point, the role of Li Xingyun can be said to have been shaped. This is the last separate plot of the scholar, and there will be a description of him later, but not too much. for he is consummated. Loulan thinks that the plot about cultivating Buddha is still well written, and there may be some shadows of practicing Buddha at night here. It is undeniable that I do think of the scene of the cat being tired of the night, and rather cultivating the Buddha. But fortunately, Loulan jumped out of the practice of Buddha at night, and added some of her own understanding to it, such as cultivating thousands of phases into the statue of Ling'er, of course, the most important thing is the foreshadowing of Shiqiao Zen. I have to admire myself, I am so talented. Ahem, ask for a monthly pass. ）