The world is complicated, life is like a dream!

The ghost of Asuka Saito is scattered little by little. Wang Dinghe also saw the darkness in the world, and the little enthusiasm that had just ignited in his heart to serve the country also cooled instantly. What do you say about karma, what is the cause and effect, in fact, you still can't let go, or you can't bear this prosperous world, this rolling red dust.

Realizing this, Wang Dinghe was relieved, and he was indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

Wan Yuan let go, travel the world! Wang Dinghe has the heart to be born again.

From the active entry into the WTO that was full of exams before, to the floating birth of the heart of the dead heart, and then to the re-entry of karma and karma, and then to the current birth. This process from entering the world to being born, and then from birth to entering the world, and then to being born, is actually the Sudra Huanguo of Buddhism. It is a bit like the three realms of the medieval sages: first, the mountain is the mountain, and the water is the water. Second, the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. 3. Look at the mountains or the mountains, and the water or the water.

Nowadays, Wang Dinghe still looks at the mountains and the water is still water, but he is no longer the second son of the Wang family who looked at the mountains and the water is the water. Wang Dinghe opened the eyes of heaven to observe the world, only to feel that the sky was high and the earth was thick, refreshed, and the righteousness in the world was vibrant, indescribably cheerful and pleasant.

"Amitabha! Attaining the fruit of Sudra Huan in half a year! What a gratifying and gratifying thing!" an old monk laughed loudly from afar.

The old monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his beard and hair are white, which is the old monk that Wang Dinghe saw for the first time in prison and later at Du Qilin's house.

The old monk looked Wang Dinghe up and down, nodding incessantly.

Wang Dinghe clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and said lightly: "Amitabha!"

The old monk said with satisfaction: "If ordinary people can cut off all their doubts, they will enter my Buddha path and enter the holy path and Dharma flow." From today onwards, you will not be a monk, you are all my Buddha disciples, hahaha!" the old monk actually laughed a little presumptuously.

Just when Wang Dinghe didn't know what the Sutuo Huan fruit position was, three yellow shadows hurriedly came.

Three yellow shadows stopped in front of him, and there were three monks again. The leader, lifeless, is none other than Master Deadwood. He was followed by Master Yipu, and then Master Yijing.

Master Deadwood first looked at Wang Dinghe and was so shocked that his eyelids rolled, Rao is sixty years of penance to practice Deadwood Zen, but he still couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart. The Wang Dinghe in front of him, although he has the natural advantage of being born with a precept body, it is impossible to directly attain the Sudra Huan fruit position within half a year!

Sudra Huan fruit is also called into the flow of fruit. To enter is to enter the stream of the Holy Path, and it will definitely flow to Nirvana. It can be said that in a lifetime in the world, it is absolutely impossible for those who can cultivate to become Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and which Buddha and Bodhisattva are not the positive results of the cultivation of heaven and earth due to the causes and conditions of the world. But those who have become arhats have their possibility.

The four sacred fruits of Buddhism: the first fruit Sudra Huan, the second fruit Stohan, the third Goa Nahan, and the four Goa Arhats. Although there is still a long gap between heaven and earth from the first fruits to the four fruits becoming arhats, it is definitely a historic leap to be able to attain the first fruits of Sudra. It is equivalent to going to the Tao, it is equivalent to seeing through the red dust, and it is equivalent to transcendent sanctification!

This makes the master of the dead wood, who has been practicing penance for more than 60 years and has just attained the first fruits, how not to be emotional, how not to be frightened!

Master Deadwood still didn't believe that Wang Dinghe in front of him had indeed obtained the Sutuo Huan fruit position, and was about to verify it, but he saw the old monk with white hair asking Wang Dinghe: "Once you enter the Buddha Gate, it is as deep as the sea, how many degrees of life and death in the world?"

Wang Dinghe replied: "Nan Wu Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

"Hahahaha!" the old monk was very satisfied.

"Amitabha!" Master Deadwood was also very satisfied.

The two of them knew at the same time that this Wang Dinghe had indeed attained the Sutuo Huan fruit position and stepped into the Holy Dao Dharma Stream.

Xun Bugou also saw Wang Dinghe's state from the green jade bamboo slips, and heard Wang Dinghe's conversation with the two old monks, and was even more shocked. Stepping into the Sacred Dao Dharma Stream? Is this kid really transcendent and holy?

Let's talk about Wang Dinghe, there are two old monks who confirm it, and finally know that he has obtained the Sutuo Huan fruit position, and his heart is also warm. It seems that all kinds of yesterday are soaring for today, and I suddenly feel that life is like a dream, and the origin of the world is impermanent.

"Come, come, come!" the white-eyed old monk cordially summoned Wang Dinghe.

Wang Dinghe stepped forward.

The old monk suddenly shouted, "Who are you?"

The sound of shouting, rolling, frightened Wang Dinghe, the dead wood master was also shocked in his heart, and Xun Bukui, who was holding his breath and concentrating on the green jade bamboo slips, was also startled.

"The poor monk is called compassion. Wang Dinghe immediately stabilized his mind, and Lang Lang replied.

"Nonsense! You don't even have a refuge, where did you get your Dharma name?" the white-eyed old monk had a hideous face.

"From today on, it is compassion!" Wang Dinghe said firmly.

The corners of the white-eyed old monk's mouth squirmed, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again. In his eyes, there seemed to be tears flashing, and then they turned into deep regret.

Seeing this scene, the Deadwood Master was shocked again. Could it be that this white-eyed old monk knows Wang Dinghe's past and present life, as if he is evoking some memory. More importantly, who is this white-eyed old monk? Now that the Shi family is withering, there are only a handful of high-ranking monks in the Han and Tang Empires who can prove the position of Sutuo Huan, and it is obvious that the realm of this white-eyed old monk in front of him is higher than his dead wood, but he is a little-known figure. This is really, it shouldn't be!

"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful, dare to ask the master about his name?" Master Deadwood finally couldn't help it, and asked, actually calling the other party a master. This shocked the righteous Pufa Master and the Yijing Venerable behind him.

The white-eyed old monk looked back at the dead wood for a while, and then said leisurely: "Dead wood Zen, what is the relationship between you and the old guy of the Pure Land Temple in Zhongzhou?"

Master Deadwood's heart shook violently, and he replied tremblingly: "The family teacher is the old monk Rong of the Pure Land Temple in Zhongzhou. ”

"Oh—so you're the apprentice of the old bald donkey! However, you have only half-practiced this dead wood meditation, and you are dead. Why, isn't it that Kurong that old bald donkey didn't really teach you!"

"Plop!" Master Deadwood fell to his knees and grabbed the ground with his head, thinking that the old monk would ask the other half of Deadwood Zen.

"This-" The white-eyed old monk said in a hesitant manner, "The dead wood Zen was created by the old bald donkey of Kurong, since he refuses to teach you, it means that this Zen method is not the way to liberation, don't learn it, don't learn it!"

The more the white-eyed old monk said this, the more devout the dead wood became, praying for guidance. The white-eyed old monk was speechless, and said angrily: "If you don't learn the Dead Wood Zen, I can teach you my Doom Zen." Since you have learned Deadwood Zen, you still have to teach you the old bald donkey. ”

"Are you the Du'er Zen Master?" Master Deadwood's eyes widened, and Yipu and Yijing were at a loss.