After all, the world is less and more separation, otherwise where will there be those eternal stories of "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together". When he arrived in Beijing, it was already close to the end of the New Year, and the Hong Kong side had already extended the holiday by the high-level officials, and Li Yundao had planned to return to Hong Kong after the New Year, but he did not expect that as soon as he closed his eyes, a call came from the Hong Kong side. Afraid of making noise to Cai Taoyao, who was in the state of raising a fetus, Li Yundao put on his coat and walked to the yard to answer the phone, Zhong Weixin's voice was hurried with a little fear.

"Sir, I didn't want to disturb you on vacation, but I saw that something big was going to happen, so I ...... as a last resort."

Li Yundao interrupted him and said, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Weixin clearly stated the situation in Hong Kong on the phone, and Li Yundao only said "I will try to come back early tomorrow morning" and hung up the phone.

Late at night, snowy. Just came out in a hurry, Li Yundao found that the only thing in the courtyard that was like a white velvet blanket was a series of footprints that he had just left, and in addition, the snow-covered yard was as clean as if it was dressed in new clothes. Li Yundao sighed softly, shook his head with a wry smile, raised his head to look at the gray night sky, sighed lightly, and the mist with body temperature quickly disappeared under the dim courtyard lamp.

The chaos in Hong Kong is no longer something that can be cured in a day or two, there are historical factors and practical shackles, but in the final analysis, it is still the hearts of the people, especially the hearts of the people who have been used by people with good intentions.

Unpredictable!

In this chaos, what kind of role does the Fu family play, Li Yundao knows with his toes that if the Fu family doesn't take the opportunity to fish in the waters, it will be in vain Fu Jiubiao's careful layout in Hong Kong over the years.

Li Yundao was not very worried about Fu Jiubiao, and even a Fu family, Li Yundao did not think that it would really have much impact on the situation in Hong Kong. What really made him feel jealous was the mysterious organization hidden behind the Fu family, and Li Yundao even faintly felt that if there was really something wrong in Hong Kong this time, the biggest beneficiary would be the mysterious organization hidden in the huge shadows. Li Yundao, who had only had a clue about the mysterious organization in Hong Kong for half a year, had a headache, and he couldn't figure out what kind of organization it was, what their purpose was, whether it was money or power? If it was the former, it might be easier to do, but if it was the latter, then Li Yundao couldn't help but be careless -- apart from Fu Jiubiao, where that mysterious organization had infiltrated, he had no way of knowing at all.

In a few days it will be the Lunar New Year, which is the sixth lunar year after going down the mountain. When basking in the sun in front of the broken temple on the mountain, Li Yundao often thinks about the ultimate philosophical proposition about where people come from and where they are going, Buddhism emphasizes cultivating the afterlife, and Taoism pays attention to seeking ascension, even if he reads thousands of books and copies thousands of scriptures in the broken temple, he never feels that he can really cultivate the next life beyond reincarnation. So Li Yundao urgently wanted to go down the mountain, and now he thinks about his state of mind when he went down the mountain, which is roughly the same as the state of mind of "the general has not hung a seal, and often carries a bloody knife hanging from his waist".

It's only now that Li Yundao really understands what it means to "make a success and ten thousand bones wither", death is literally just two dry people, but when the real bloody corpse is placed in front of his eyes, it is another matter.

There was a slight sound of "swishing" stepping on the snow behind him, Li Yundao turned around and saw the little lama who was wearing a monk's robe and exposing half of his shoulders on a snowy day, and the prayer bucket in his hand snorted, and the big daily period was over.

"Punished by the master?" Li Yundao squatted down with a gloating expression.

"I was beaten by the master to break the plum branch and hit the palm of the hand one hundred and twenty times. Shili Gyatso pouted.

"Why one hundred and twenty-one?" Li Yundao was puzzled.

"The master said, Guanyin horse-headed Vajra is angry, and he subdues demons and removes obstacles one hundred and twenty-one. Ten forces stretched out their fleshy fingers and gestured to the number one hundred and twenty-one.

Li Yundao was stunned, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "From the time I came down the mountain to the master, because I just died, there are already one hundred and twenty-one people?"

Shili lowered his head and fiddled with the Buddha beads in his hand, which were brighter in the faint light, and did not speak.

Li Yundao said "Huh" by himself: "The old guy is quite generous this time, and he is willing to give away the magic weapons of the housekeeper?"

Shili suddenly raised his head and said, "Master took away Lao Mo." ”

"I know. It's just that I pity the old man, I can finally live a life of wine, drink and meat, follow the old guy to make cattle and horses, and I don't know what to lose weight next time. Li Yundao grew up with his arms around the neck of the old donkey since he was a child, and naturally he has deep feelings for the old man.

Shili shook his head and said, "Master, let me bring you a message." ”

"Huh?" Li Yundao was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile, "The old guy hasn't forgotten me, a bad disciple!"

Shili took a deep breath and said leisurely: "Master said, 'After reciting the Buddha for a lifetime, I can't even see through the life of a little doll, it's just that, you tell him, so you can do it yourself, in addition, I took it away at the end of the year, and I will have time and spare money in the future, let him go back to the mountain to repair the broken temple, it is not a merit!"

The expression on Li Yundao's face was cloudy and uncertain at first, and then he grabbed Shili's arms violently: "Did Master say where he went?"

Shili shook his head.

Li Yundao sat down in the snow in despair, staring blankly at the night sky, and muttered for a long time: "Old fellow, you want me to taste the taste of wanting to raise but not waiting for my family......"

Shili took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to help Li Yundao wipe away two lines of tears, and said softly: "Master Master has become a Buddha in the flesh, this time the limit has ended, and there is nothing wrong with transcending reincarnation?"

Li Yundao glared at him and said, "Is it a lama or a monk?"

Shili said: "Master said that no matter Mahayana or Hinayana, after all, it is the Buddha heart that is cultivated, and the rest are just different paths to the same end. ”

Li Yundao stood up and sighed lightly. The old lama has long been synonymous with living immortals in the eyes of the world, and after living for so many years, no one knows how many lives he has saved, how many good karma he has cultivated, and he doesn't know how many levels of floating slaughter he has. Li Yundao has always wondered why he is obviously the great lama of the Kagyu sect of Tibet, why he still recites those Buddhist scriptures of the Pure Land sect, and he has never been harsh at Li Yundao sitting in the Buddhist hall and reading Taoist classics.

That night, Li Yundao and Shili Gyatso stood facing west and recited the "Solemn Treasure of Liberation".