Red Dust, Red Dust...

So far, there are not many families on the island in the middle of the lake, Li He has now married a wife and had children, if he is apprenticed to Sanqingguan, but his family...

If you enter the Tao and practice by yourself, you may be immortal in the future, can you treat your family members with peace of mind and slowly aging?

If the Dao Heart can be experienced, it may not breed demons. If you can't see through all this, it will already be difficult for you to enter the Dao by yourself, and you will breed demons in your heart, and I am afraid that the Dao Foundation will be completely destroyed...

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"Uncle Yuantong..."

On the surface of Beisi Lake, a small boat slowly sailed towards the island in the middle of the lake. One of them, an old monk who was at least over his prime, said to the thin old monk sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat, "We..."

"Huijing, let's talk about all this when we get to the island in the middle of the lake..."

The thin old monk can't tell the specific age, but this old monk of ancient age, called him his uncle, is at least one generation apart, and his age should not be young. This thin old monk is round, his eyes are closed, the skin on his face is almost wrinkled, and his face looks like the wind and rain have beaten the dead bark of a tree...

Wearing a robe, his head is shiny, and he has a nine-point ring scar.

"Yes..."

Hui Jing was worried, and unnaturally glanced at the island in the middle of the lake that was getting closer and closer, and sighed: "Alas... In the beginning, it was... Alas..."

It was not the villagers of Lizhuang Village who were holding the boat, but the villagers of the next village. The villager was over half a hundred years old, with high trouser legs, ankle-length water in the cabin, and not a single fish in sight.

At the stern, there is also a fishing net, and the boat is very slow...

He heard the conversation between the two old monks, but he never thought of interjecting.

"I'm sorry two masters, you need to wait..."

The villagers stopped rowing and hurried to the stern of the boat, not looking at the two monks at all. He was originally going to fish, but he met two old monks, which made the two monks hit a tailwind boat, and he got off the net at the beginning...

A trace of impatience flashed on Hui Jing's face, and the old monk sitting on the bow of the boat still didn't have any expression: "Donor, please feel free, we are not in a hurry..."

"Hui Jing..."

Yuantong still sat on the bow of the boat, and said softly: "Impetuous heart, sit down and chant..."

Hui Jing glanced at the island in the middle of the lake again, and sat down on the bow of the boat helplessly.

The villagers pulled up the nets, disappointed that they had not caught anything, except for two carp that were not too big, weighing less than a catty.

Turning around, he glanced at the two old monks, the villagers were full of helplessness, and secretly said in their hearts: "In the past, the old people said that it was not a good thing to meet monks and Taoists early in the morning. But in the past, when I met the Taoist chief of the island in the middle of the lake, I would have good luck, but I didn't expect to meet a monk early in the morning, and I was really unlucky... This area has the most fish, and if you are lucky, you can net a few hundred catties... The worst can be dozens of pounds, today..."

The fish in the net were put into the hold, and the net was thrown into the water again, and the villagers continued to hold the boat.

As soon as he held the boat oar in his hand, he saw the old monk named Hui Jing looking at him. The villagers were very uncomfortable: "Master, this time you will start the net, and when you get to the island in the middle of the lake, you will start the net again... It didn't stop halfway..."

The villagers smiled and didn't take it to heart.

In fact, the villagers are very curious, Sanqingguan is a Taoist temple, these two old monks, should not be low, what do you do in Sanqingguan?

In the past two years, the name of Sanqingguan on the island in the middle of the lake has gradually faded in the hearts of the villagers. The cultivators of the island in the middle of the lake hardly go down the mountain, except for some villagers who need to burn incense and make wishes, so that some people will go to Sanqingguan...

But there is a Taoist priest on the island in the middle of the lake, and the villagers still know about it.

"Donor, can you release these two fish?"

Hui Jing's face was calm, and with a pair of eyes, she glanced at the two carps in the cabin.

The villager's face stiffened, and he shook his head: "Master, we are fishermen living on the lake, we just live by catching fish, if we catch a fish, we will release it directly, aren't we working in vain?"

"Ugh..."

Hui Jing sighed: "A flower, a grass, a tree, a bird in the sky, and ants on the ground are all life. The fish swimming in the water is originally a spirit in the water, so if you are killed like this, I'm afraid..."

"Master..."

The villager's face was full of impatience, he was a little surprised, and he looked at the two monks like a fool. What kind of society is there now? Monks are all professionalized. Today's monks all eat meat and eat meat, and they can get married...

If it weren't for the fact that the village behind him was still there, or that the island in the middle of the lake was right in front of him, the villager would have thought that he had traveled back in time...

What kind of society is this?

The villager interrupted Hui Jing's next words: "I have already said that we make a living from fishing... If the master has such compassion in his heart, there are more people in the world who eat meat every day, why don't you care?"

Every flower, grass and tree is life, so don't eat or drink......

Of course, the villagers naturally did not say so much.

Hui Jing was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head: "Amitabha... The poor monk is troubled... Donor, can these two fish be sold to the poor road?"

The villagers were also stunned, there were many monks who had lived in their village because they had heard the sermon, and these monks were not taboo in meat and vegetarian.

"These two fish are at most two catties, and the market price of two catties costs thirteen yuan, if the master wants it, give ten yuan..."

Ten dollars for fish, thirty dollars for ferry, a total of forty dollars.

Although the fishing was delayed, it was not without income...

Monk buys fish... The villagers didn't know if they were going to stay and eat it.

As soon as the price was mentioned, Hui Jing took out ten yuan and gave it to the villagers, and the villagers were stunned, and Hui Jing picked up the fish in the cabin and put it in the lake: "Alas... The cycle of life and death, the fruit of red dust, this time you can escape, and life and death will depend on your fate in the future..."

Hui Jing released two fish, but the villagers were a little surprised.

The villagers don't know if it's because the monks are too persistent and stupid, or because of the greatness of their beliefs.

Immediately, the villagers shook their heads and threw these thoughts out of their heads. In his opinion, this belief is their business and has nothing to do with him.

In the world, how many fish do they eat every day, how much meat do they eat?

These monks can't just wander around the market, so they let all the fish and the live livestock and poultry go... How much does that cost?

The villagers didn't know whether this was sincere compassion or false benevolence, so he could only hold the boat silently.

"Huijing, you still haven't understood..."

At this time, Yuantong spoke: "Life and death are all due to cause and effect in previous lives. The cycle of life and death is the number of fate. If you can release these two fish today, will you be able to save thousands of Hongchen sufferings in the future?"

Hui Jing was stunned for a moment, and clasped her hands together: "The disciple doesn't know..."

"That's it... Now the times are different, the society is different..."

Yuantong looked at the dock of the island in the middle of the lake that was about to arrive, and sighed: "Cause and effect in the past life, karma in this life, everything is fate, everything is fate..."

Hui Jing was silent, he just stood quietly at the bow of the boat, looking at the island in the middle of the lake.

At this moment, a streamer flickered, and a golden light landed directly above the island in the middle of the lake at an incredible speed.

The villagers didn't see it, but Yuantong and Huijing did.

Hui Jing's face trembled, and her eyes were hot: "Traveling to the sea and perching in the twilight, Edgeworth flying to the five lakes... Uncle Shi..."

"Huijing, your heart is upset..."

Yuantong slowly retracted his gaze and sighed: "The poor monk also said just now, life and death, personal chance, red dust karma and cause and effect, this is the number of fate..."