Xiao Ye trekked through mountains and rivers, crossed mountains and mountains, and finally came to his destination.

He walked up the tattered, mossy stone staircase to the top of the mountain, where he was stunned and saw a ruined ruin, with only a few pale loess-walled temples and three large characters on the front door plaque.

White Horse Temple!

There is only one sculpture Buddha statue in the hall, and this is facing the gate, the Buddha statue is solemn, and the eyes seem to be open and closed, as if to see everyone who enters the temple.

"Knock knock. ”

"Southern Amitabha, Southern Amitabha ......"

This is the sound of beating a wooden fish and chanting.

There was an old monk in the hall who was about to die, and he seemed to sense his arrival.

"Amitabha, the donor is here to offer incense?"

Although the old monk was thin, his face was very compassionate and peaceful, and he walked in front of Xiao Ye with his hands folded.

"Master, junior Xiao Ye, came from Mobei City, specially came to incense, looking for fate. ”

"I don't know what the donor is looking for?"

"Immortal Yuan!"

"The donor may have to run for nothing, and there is no immortal fate in the White Horse Temple. ”

"The younger generation may seek fate?"

"The fairy fate is ethereal, the donor is not afraid of wasting the years, and also causing a body of karmic karma. ”

Xiao Ye said: "There are clouds in the Buddhist scriptures: there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust, there is nothing yet, how can karmic cause and effect come from." ”

The old monk said: "It seems that the donor is eager to seek fate and misunderstands the meaning of my Buddhist scriptures. ”

"The younger generation read the book and used the Buddhist classics indiscriminately, which made the master laugh, and asked the master to guide the maze. ”

After the old monk waited for Xiao Ye to offer good Buddha incense, he took him to the Wuzen Temple, which is the place where the monks participated in the enlightenment of Buddhism.

"Buddhism is a method to guide people to goodness, there is nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust, the old monk's opinion is to understand what should be done, what should not be done, what can be taken, what can not be taken, everything is according to fate, not forced. ”

"The younger generation is unknown, why does the Buddhists have a desire for fate?"

"Seeking fate is the true fate of seeking, the fate that can be done and taken, not the false fate, the resentment fate, and the evil fate. ”

"Thanks to the master's teachings, the younger generation has been taught. ”

"Everyone has Buddha nature, you and I are future Buddhas, everyone is a Buddha, then there is no right or wrong, there is no teaching, everything is like a dream, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, should be done as such, practice without sticking to the scriptures, in enlightenment, in enlightenment. ”

"The younger generation, I don't understand Buddhism, I just read some scriptures, my obsession is too heavy, today I am fortunate to meet the master and pass on the Buddhist classics, which is really a blessing in three lives. ”

"Amitabha, the donor has Buddha nature, if you concentrate on cultivating Buddha, you will have a lot to do in the future, and you can get the Buddhahood. ”

"The younger generation is a few grades, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the master, I have a shallow relationship with the Buddha, if it is a climbing, it will tarnish the Dharma. ”

The old monk nodded with a smile and said, "There are 36,000 kinds of Buddhism, and everyone in the world is among them, and it is difficult to get out. ”

Xiao Ye knew that he and the master were discussing Buddhism, and they must be opponents, so it was difficult to pat the horse, so he could only change the topic and said: "Master, why is this called the White Horse Temple?"

The old monk pondered for a moment and said, "This has to start from a hundred years ago, when there was a young monk named Sanzang, who learned in ancient books that there was a pure land in the far west, and there were Buddhist scriptures. ”

"Master Sanzang, who couldn't sleep all night, finally decided to go to the West to get the scriptures, only accompanied by a white horse. ”

"There was no shadow news until 60 years ago, Master Sanzang came back, a total of 40 years, the youth went away, when he returned, he thought it was Mu Nian, accompanied by a white horse, and that white horse, when Master Sanzang got off the horse and landed, he died on the spot, and later when people inspected the white horse, they found that the original white horse had already died, but the white horse had a spirit, and the old horse knew the way, and the Sanzang Master was sent back safely before he fell. ”

In order to commemorate the White Horse, the descendants changed the temple to the White Horse Temple. ”

Xiao Ye said: "That Sanzang Master is in the Western Pure Land, have you ever found the true scriptures?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "What Sanzang brought back is only the ordinary scriptures that are circulating today, and as for the true scriptures, Master Sanzang once said that he got the true scriptures. ”

Xiao Ye said: "Where is the true scripture now?"

The old monk said: "Master Sanzang said that the true scriptures are in his heart. ”

Xiao Ye's eyes were contemplative, his eyes lit up, and he said, "So there is a true scripture in the West. ”

The old monk said again: "Yes, but there are true scriptures in the West!"

"It's just that Master Sanzang warned on his deathbed that the younger monks should never go to the West, and even if they go, don't let people know that they went out from here, and don't come back after they go!"

Xiao Ye was taken aback and said, "What! Never go to the West? If you go, you can't let anyone know that you have gone out from here, so why don't you come back? What has Master Sanzang experienced in the West, and why did you warn him not to go to the West?"

The old monk said: "Master Sanzang, he only said that the West is not a pure land, and he never passed down anything, and he passed away the next day. ”

Xiao Ye muttered to himself: "What the hell is in the West!"

Seeing Xiao Ye's appearance, the old monk shook his head helplessly, walked into the temple, and walked out again after a while, but there was an extra palm-sized yellow handkerchief in his hand.

"Amitabha, I see that the donor has been moved, and I want to go to the West, this is a piece of Ten Thousand Buddha Seal Huangjuan left by Sanzang when he passed away, so I will give it to the donor, let it come from where it comes from, and go back to where. ”

"Thank you for the master's gift!"

Xiao Ye took it, it was a very ordinary-looking yellow handkerchief, but there was a Ten Thousand Buddha seal on it.

Swastika, ten thousand Buddha handkerchiefs, do Buddhists also have the habit of using handkerchiefs? Handkerchiefs have always been not women's personal things.

Putting away the handkerchief of the Ten Thousand Buddha Seal, Xiao Ye looked at the old monk piously double.

"Thank you Master for your fate!"

"It is the will of God for the donor to seek success, and I wish the donor that the canon can find the true scriptures in the West. ”

"The younger generation will definitely find the "true scripture!", dare to ask the master's number, is there only one master in this White Horse Temple?"

"Poor monk Tibet, this White Horse Temple only poor monk one, green lantern Buddhism accompanied, if the donor came thirty years earlier, maybe you can also see the poor monk's disciple. ”

"Dare to ask Master Jizo, where did your junior brother go?"

"The poor monk's brother is called Bai Yu, who has gone down the mountain to promote Buddhism as early as 30 years ago and has never returned. ”

Xiao Ye's eyes froze, and he said, "It turns out that Archmage Bai Yu is also from the White Horse Temple?"

"Does the donor recognize my junior brother?"

"How can you not recognize it! Archmage Bai Yu is compassionate and teaches people to be kind, and he is the most beloved archmage in the True Martial Kingdom. ”

"The younger generation is fortunate to have been instructed by the White Feather Archmage. ”

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Bai Yu, Senior Brother is really happy for you, my Buddha is compassionate, may you be diligent in Buddhism, free from suffering and happy. ”

"Master Jizo, when the younger generation came, Archmage Bai Yu had already passed away, please mourn the master. ”

"The poor monk is not sad, and I rejoice for the white feather brother to ascend to bliss. ”

"Donor, you go down the mountain, the poor monk is going to chant for Bai Yu's junior brother, there is a woman who also came here yesterday, she should also go to the west, maybe you can still go together." Without waiting for him to respond, Master Jizo turned around and returned to the Buddhist hall, knocked on the wooden fish, and recited the sutra.

The robe is not clean, the red dust is not stained, and the thousand-year-old bell of the ancient temple is a fool's dream.

Xiao Ye clasped his hands together again, turned around and walked down the mountain.

"A woman, could it be Ye Aoya!"