In the evergreen and verdant bamboo forest, only the Buddha and the demon are left to confront each other and not give in to each other.

Bai Mao Nu greeted the windy wind around him, slowly closed his soft blue eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at the steady Fahai in a somewhat condescending and proud posture: "Heh." Sneering and disdainful, "What if I just regret it? I want to accompany my husband, and I will not abandon him in this life and this life!" The tone gradually rose, if it was arrogant, it was more like a dying struggle in an already hopeless heart.

Fahai looked at Bai Mao Nu with a calm gaze, and said lightly: "Eliminate the old business with fate, don't create new disasters." lest you die with your old age in the future, and you will be desolate!"

"Nonsense!" Mao Nu flicked his butterfly sleeves half spiritedly, half really annoyed, and stared at Fahai in front of him with his eyes fixedly, "How can you, a cultivator who is empty, understand the love of the world?

When Bai Mao Nu said such a thing, he was obviously mad and anxious. As an enlightened immortal cultivator who is dedicated to cultivation, he would be so mired in the red dust, saying such nonsense but thinking that he is very great!

Such words sounded ridiculous to Fahai. But he knew that the current slave didn't realize that she was shallow and ridiculous, because she was already in the mire, and only the onlookers were clear on the Lingtai: "The feelings of mortals are unreal. Fahai chanted the Buddha's name, and his tone was precipitated, "It is only because of the gathering and dispersion of various causes and circumstances that there are all kinds of so-called relationships and the so-called "phase" is born. ”

"I don't understand these unfathomable truths, and I don't want to understand them!" Bai Maonu didn't leave Fahai too much opportunity to teach, and he gritted his teeth and interrupted angrily.

Fahai was stagnant for a moment, and took a breath to stabilize his heart, which was a little tired due to the long time: "Okay, the poor monk will tell you the simplest." With a sigh, he decided to put aside the avenue of Zen Buddhism, and used the big rules of the world to persuade this obsessive white snake to get lost and return, "You coaxed Xu Xuanzan about Jinshan Temple, and if there is a similar one in the future, can you guarantee that you will coax him every time?" But one day he learns that you are a snake demon, will he still love you, will he still be with you?" Before White Snake could speak, Fahai added, "I know you will say that there will be no more similar things, and you will be careful." But White Snake, is this the true love you want? There is deception, there is luck, there is no true love and true love that never knows the truth and only loves phantoms?"

"No!" Fahai's call obviously poked Bai Maonu's sore spot. Yes, she was too afraid that Xu Xuanzan would find out that she was a snake and not a human, but once Xu Xuanzan learned that she was a snake and abandoned her, it would show that he didn't really love her. She didn't want to think about it, she was suppressing, just like when she missed Qingyuan day and night in Qingcheng Mountain, she tried her best to force herself to forget, force herself to suppress, and force herself to make a faint and ruthless state. She was hysterical, "Fahai, who are you!Why do you want to me!Why do you want to treat me like this!" The white snake lost his voice and slowly slid over his face with tears in his eyes.

The stronger the wind, the more the bamboo leaves rubbed against the dark monk's robes, bringing a rough sound. The green bamboo leaves and the black monk's robe suddenly lined with a reckless and reckless success, and the ancient Zen flavor and true meaning are very far-reaching and vast: "Amitabha." Fahai clasped his hands together, lowered his eyelids and said slowly, "It doesn't matter who the poor monk is. In this vast 3,000 worlds and the vast wilderness of the universe, every soul is himself, 'me', that is, sentient beings. ”

After a bit of hysteria, Bai Mao Nu was already a little tired and slightly tired from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. Listening to him whispering so slowly, she slowly raised her eyes, her eyebrows were depressed, as if she had been dormant under the irresistible great compassion of the Dharma, but her eyes were miserable: "Buddha, is also 'me'?"

"Buddha is also 'me'. Fahai raised his eyes again and looked at her with compassion, "All living beings are one, and no one is different. Buddhas are enlightened beings, and it is the rest of them who are not yet enlightened. ”

"The Buddha is also all beings, and all beings are themselves, and everyone is one and the same thing, so why does the Buddha still embarrass me Bai Mao Nu, why do I have to embarrass 'myself' for 'myself'!" She is already in prison, how can she earn her way out of common reason and see clearly!

As fate comes, if you want to let go of everything and return to the true realm of great joy, you can only rely on yourself...... Fahai sighed, and no longer entangled with her too much, because now it seems that he is not on the same path at all, no matter what he says or does, she will only think that he is wrong and her own right. Because her obsession is too deep, too deep!

"Amitabha. "Sentient beings are suffering, and sentient beings are confused, so they can only suffer endlessly, unable to earn the six realms of reincarnation, and difficult to achieve that extremely simple epiphany to become a Buddha. Fahai Haikou recites a Qing ancient Buddha number, which is ruthless and formless, and seems to contain everything. Looking straight ahead, he walked forward, step by step over the white slave, over the evergreen bamboo forest, and a group of green.

Same place, different mood and scene. As early as 1,700 years ago, this bamboo forest has witnessed too much and experienced too much.

Bathed in the shadow of the sun and moon for thousands of years, bathed in a hundred years of wind, rain, frost and snow, there is no one to be united, dumb and dumb, how to prove the past......

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In the evening, the sky was thin and mottled with a haze. Xu Xuanzan subconsciously tightened his robe, lest the wind blow up the chill and pour it into the collar.

At night in mid-to-late July, you can already faintly feel the breath of autumn. In addition, the air in Gusu is humid and the water vapor is steaming, and while people feel comfortable, they also have some inevitable dampness and coldness.

He closed the main entrance of the security hall, glanced up at the half-dazed sky, and walked towards the courtyard not far away.

Because of the little cousin of the king master during the day, Xu Xuanzan didn't really open for business all day. I just sat so sullenly, sitting until I returned home at dusk, still huffing and puffing along the way.

can wait for a distance, and there is a slight evening breeze on the face and the corners of the eyes. After being swept by this somewhat unpredictable wind, he couldn't help but slowly calm down his anger, and began to involuntarily and constantly recall what the little cousin had said...... Then, I thought of the Jinshan Temple again.

In this way, the two things that didn't seem to have much to do with each other were finally involved by Xu Xuanzan under this opportunity.

Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple has experienced a series of strong winds, lake boats, falling into the water, and coma...... He woke up suddenly, and he had returned home. It's really weird!

The lady said it was a dream, but why was that dream so real? It was so real that it could be felt and touched, and even now I still vaguely remember the slight cold of the wind on the lake in front of the temple, the roughness of the dust and sand, the thrilling thrilling of the shipwreck, and the coldness of the raging lake after that...... Is everything just an illusion in a dream?

But even if it's a dream, how do I come back? Even if I'm tired and tired, I should have knowledge, but I can't remember anything at all, I can't remember anything......

In the evening, when the weather was cold, Bai Mao Nu put a blue hair coat on his body, and asked Qingqing to help warm a pot of hot tea. Ohqing, in accordance with the daily practice, got off the bamboo building, walked out of the court, and stood by the door waiting for Xu Xuanzan to return home.

This scene is very warm, like most wives in the world, leaning against the door and looking into the distance, waiting for their husbands to return home after a day of labor. This kind of warmth seems plain to mortals, but it is the most complete happiness in the eyes of Mao slaves.

Because he flew to Zhenjiang Bamboo Forest to meet Fahai during the day, Bai Maonu's current state of mind gradually lost his true taste of calm, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and slowly think, who is this abbot of Fahai?

He must have a relationship with himself or an official, otherwise he wouldn't be so concerned about the affairs between my husband and wife. Even if the Buddha saves people, he still pays attention to the word 'fate'!

It's just that...... Who could he be?

The years of Qingcheng Mountain are eternal, and she almost only knows Qing'er. Besides, there is a demon in Qingcheng Mountain, Fahai is a Buddha and not a demon, so it is impossible to be an old friend of Qingcheng Mountain. And in addition to being in Qingcheng Mountain, who and where did she intersect?

Could it be Xu Xuanzan's intersection?

Xu Xuanzan is a commoner, and he can be a Buddhist man with such a high level of cultivation......?

A dark pink corolla fluttered and fell on the hem of the slave's clothes, and the remnants of the fragrance were mixed in the air and wrapped into the nose. Bai Mao Nu must ...... Since Xu Xuanzan is the reincarnation of Qingyuan, then Fahai ...... Could it be the master of Qingyuan 1,700 years ago, a Fahua Daoist?

The thought came to her mind, and then there was another burst of inconceivability, but as her thoughts swirled, she was unconsciously sure.

It should be!

Fahai's cultivation is so profound, and Buddhism is a family, and he cares so much about Xu Xuanzan. Didi points to it, so who else will there be besides the Fahua Dao people?

Just thinking about this, I inadvertently looked up and saw Xu Xuanzan coming back from the alley not far away.

Bai Mao Nu was overjoyed, and hurriedly gathered thousands of entangled thoughts, and walked towards his own officials: "The officials are back?" As for staring closely, I realized that Xu Xuanzan had a lot of gloomy and ethereal trance on his face. I couldn't help but follow a circle, half strange and half concerned, "Official, what's wrong with you?