Miao Yan was aroused by his gentle pat, and his eyes were immediately filled with wet mist, he would not panic, nor would he hide his emotions, and said with a slight choked voice: "Master, Xia Zhi is getting married, and the disciple's heart hurts so much." ”

Hui Eun laughed, her long eyebrows trembling slightly in a slight laugh, and continued to pat Miao Yan's vest as a comfort. Then he said: "How can you see a brilliant bodhicitta without the tribulation of eternal red dust? You have grown up in the temple since you were a child, and your pure heart is like a blank piece of paper, if you do not experience all kinds of suffering in this world, how can you temper the unsullied wishful body?"

Miao Yan asked, "Master, what should a disciple do?"

Hui En said: "The world refines the heart, inch by inch. After a while, you will go out to travel, go to the north and south of the world, see the warmth and coldness of the world, and when you realize that the red dust is not disturbing your heart, you will understand what it means to let go and what it means to be compassionate. What is to cross oneself, and what is to cross others. When the time comes, look back and see why the prosperity of this world is just a dream bubble. ”

Miao Yan asked again: "Just like Master did when he was young, he traveled all over the world?"

Hui Eun smiled and nodded, kind-hearted.

Miao Yan was a little ashamed and said: "I often hear people say that to break through the rivers and lakes, you must have a good martial arts." But the disciple doesn't know how to make a move and a half now, how dare he go alone. ”

Speaking of this, Miao Yan was slightly regretful, and said with some longing: "It would be great if I could have martial arts like Senior Brother Miaojing, over the years, I can always hear the pilgrims from the temple talk about the deeds of the 'Fuhu Monk' in Ji Kosi to kill the evil deeds, and the disciples yearn for it." But the disciples are afraid to even catch a mouse, so how can they face those wicked people?"

Hui En smiled and said, "You are kind-hearted, and you and your senior brother have taken two different paths. Martial arts, you should have it sometimes, just remember to practice the mantras taught to you by the teacher every day. Besides, during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, Master Xuanzang also didn't know any martial arts, and still retrieved the Wanzang scriptures from Tianzhu, macroized the Buddhist classics, and established only the knowledge of the law. With this jewel in front of you, what do you have to worry about?"

Miao Yan asked in surprise: "Isn't Master Xuanzang protected by Sun Wukong and the other three?"

When Master Huien heard him say this, he couldn't help but laugh a little, patted him on the back of his bare head, and said, "Hugh wants to listen to Li Zhi'an's nonsense again, how can there be such a thing." Those Journey to the West stories in his mouth, just listen to them, you still can't do it?"

Miao Yan consciously lost his words, his face was red with shame, and he said in a low voice: "The disciple knows ......"

But before he finished his next words, Zen Master Hui'en's eyes froze, and on a whim, he immediately felt something. But his face was still smiling, without showing any sound, his right hand on Miaoyan's back gently stretched out a finger and tapped it on the back of his head, just so slightly, Miaoyan immediately felt that his eyes were dark, he lost consciousness, collapsed in Huien's arms, and fell asleep.

Hui Eun patted him lightly on the back and muttered, "Sleep, sleep." ”

Then, stand up and gently lay the words down on the ground. Then, the color of compassion in his eyes faded into angry eyes. Gaze at the dark night sky.

After a while, two men in black cloaks circled and flew in the dark night sky like two eagles, and their cloaks rattled fiercely in the night wind. After a while, it slowly fell, gently touched his feet, and stood not far away, on the branches and leaves of a willow tree.

Monk Huien bowed to the Buddha and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what the two laymen are doing when they visit this temple late at night?"

One of the black fighters in the rose mask listened to his question, and smiled lightly, as if the flowers around them had long withered and bloomed again because of her laughter. Instead of answering Hui En's question, she took out a leather scroll from her bosom with a long list of names written on it, and when she saw the tenth, she nodded lightly and said, "Dajue Temple Hui En, I think it should be right." You're on the list, come with us. ”

Another black fighter wearing a falcon mask snorted coldly, "Why do you bother talking nonsense, you always have to do it." ”

While speaking, he did not hesitate, his hands rattled, and the pair of pink fleshy palms under the black bucket turned into dry claws like tree bark.

I didn't see any movement from him, and suddenly he disappeared into the willow branches, as if he had never appeared. If it weren't for the fact that there was another black fighter standing on the branch, it would make one suspect that what he had just seen or heard might be a hallucination.

And Hui En in the pavilion, when the falcon mask just began to speak, quickly slapped a palm that became golden and shining, just a trance, one palm turned into two palms, two palms into four palms, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a palm shadow in the sky, flying brilliantly. Hit in the middle of the air where there is no one, and the palm does not fall.

The sound of "Ping Pong Ping Pong" came out, and after being blocked a little jerkyly, a falcon masked man suddenly appeared in mid-air. The golden splendor of the sky disappeared, and the monk Huien took his palm into his arms and presented the Buddha pose.

The falcon mask disappeared as well, and when he reappeared, he was back on the willow branch, and everything happened so quickly as if they hadn't moved each other.

"Grand Master?" asked the Falcon Mask in confusion.

"Amitabha. Hui En pronounced the Buddha's name and did not answer his question. But his heart was full of sadness, and he remembered the friend who broke through the sky and faced the mighty of heaven. If it weren't for the night a few years ago, when he watched that friend's transcendence, perhaps he would not have been able to take this step towards the promotion of the Great Grandmaster in his life. It's just a pity that that friend is long gone, and he has lost a confidant who sits and drinks tea and talks about Yayi......

Rose Mask chuckled and said, "What's so strange, how bad can the person Tianzun fancy be." ”

Immediately afterwards, the rose mask slowly fell from the branches like a feather, and landed on its toes, revealing a pair of cyan lotus shoes under the hem of the black cloak, and then walked towards Hui En step by step, and said: "Great Compassion Thousand Leaf Palm, if it is worthy of its name, I have always been curious, Buddhist martial arts, is it really only injured but not killed?"

Hui En whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, when the Buddha also has angry eyes, the female Tanyue just said that, I guess you don't believe it yourself, why do you ask Lao Na?"

Speaking of this, Hui En sighed, and then said: "Lao Na has always been thinking about why good people build bridges and roads, do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and it takes nine generations of cultivation to achieve positive results and see the truth." And those who kill people and set fires, rape ~ adulterous and predators, but only need to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

The Rose Mask walked slowly, listened to Hui En's question, and replied, "Because the Buddha also bullies the weak and fears the hard." ”

Hui En squinted and smiled, shook her head and said, "The donor's words are wrong. ”

Rose Mask asked, "What's wrong?"

Hui En said: "Those who can kill people and set fires, rape ~ adulterous and plunderers, must be a great traitor and a great evil who can bring disaster to the world, and if he can put down the butcher's knife, he is saving hundreds, thousands, and even thousands of people in the world." Therefore, he has great merit, and the moment he puts down the butcher's knife, he takes off his asura's body and attains the Buddha's fruit. ”

"And those who are loyal and benevolent, benevolent and brave, they are already Buddhas themselves, passing through the ninth generation, building bridges and roads, giving up porridge and cotton, and doing all good deeds, but they are just educating the world and guiding the world to goodness. ”

Rose Mask smiled and said, "The monk is really good at arguing. ”

Hui En smiled and said: "It's not the old man who argues, but the Buddha who said: 'Heaven and earth, I am the only one', this 'me' is not me, but everything in the world can become 'me'." Lao Na is now sixty and seven, fifteen years old into the Shamen, every day to visit the Buddha in meditation, through the red dust, through the calamity, see the joys and sorrows of the world, taste the world of a thousand hardships, only later to understand that the old Nabai is not the Buddha, but himself. The Dharma that Lao Na learned is only the teaching of the enlightened to the monks, and the brilliant words are only the guidance of small words, and if I have good thoughts, I am the Buddha, and the Buddha is me, so how can I and the Buddha be separated from each other? It's a pity that ......"

Rose Mask asked, "What is a pity?"

Hui En replied: "It's a pity that Lao Na found that when those small words and righteousness were also wrong, the Buddha said that there is no one in the world who cannot be crossed, and Lao Na thought that this was wrong. ”

Rose Mask couldn't help but be a little strange, and asked, "Oh, the monk would refute what the Buddha said? It's really strange, can you ask for advice, what's wrong?"

Hui En said: "Because Lao Na suddenly discovered that there are really people in the world who cannot be crossed. For example, the female Tanyue you, and the layman behind you, are the untouchable ones. ”

Rose Mask chuckled and asked, "The Buddha said that you can overcome all the sufferings in the world, why are you so sure that we can't cross it?"

Hui En said: "Because Lao Na is born with a keen sense of spirit, in you, Lao Na not only smells blood, but also smells an indescribable rancid stench. The smell of blood proves that you are like a murderer, and the murderer can be crossed, just like the wicked man who put down the butcher's knife, but the rancid smell is difficult to wash, which is the smell of hell. ”

With that, Hui En hooked his toes and kicked the unconscious monk from the pavilion and flew into the dead grass among the flowers. By this time, the rose mask was already close to him.

Seeing his actions, Rose Mask smiled and said, "The monk is a careful one, I'm afraid that I will hurt your little apprentice if I move my hand?"

Hui En smiled: "It's not careful, but the inheritance is unbreakable." The monk does not cultivate the Buddha position in this life, but only proves the bodhisattva fruit. ”

As he spoke, Hui En recited the scriptures in his mouth: "When the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom walks in the deep Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and all sufferings are overcome, and the relics are not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, and the emptiness is the color......

As he chanted, the air around him rippled slightly, spreading as if calmly on the surface of the water, throwing in a slight weed, slowing down and waving.

Immediately after, the muttering chanting began to become clear, and then it became grandiose, and the pillar beside Hui En "lat" and cracked. The sound wave spread, as if it were slow and urgent, and hit the rose mask that was close to the ruler.