A present, a past, which one do you love more?

He replied: Not you.

In the Hall of the Thousand Buddhas, there was a moment of silence.

The banshee seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then laughed as if she had heard some big joke, and looked back at Xie Buchen's gaze, which already had a taste that could not be said to be unknown.

"It's not me, hahaha......"

She was stunned, not because this answer was unexpected, but because he faced his feelings and demons so calmly and rationally!

She laughed, not because this answer touched her heart, but because she was clearly in love, and she was ruthless when she really gave up, which was so cruel that it made people's teeth cold.

It took a long time for her to laugh enough.

That one was originally from the cold face, so there was a little more strange warmth.

The banshee was pacing the steps, but this time she finally turned to the other side of the long-standing sorrow, her future as a banshee, the real sorrowful present.

"But congratulations. When he stabs him in the future, he will also be able to taste the pain of being killed by his beloved. ”

The truth is this truth, but I don't care so much about sorrow.

Killing Xie Buchen is not because of how strong the hatred is, but because there is still cause and effect between the two that needs to be broken. Everything should have a beginning and an end.

Is Xie Buchen in pain, and what does it have to do with her?

The banshee looked at her worriedly, and she looked at each other.

Seeing that Chou stood in place and didn't move, he only smiled slightly, and went straight in: "You should know why I came today, right?"

How can it not be clear?

After all, in a sense, she is indeed the sorrow of the past, and she was part of some of her emotions, even if she does not know everything about the sorrow of the present, but people's character and temperament will not change at will.

As early as when she appeared in the temple, the banshee knew why she had come.

It's just that......

"I also have a question for you. ”

"Oh?" Seeing that the melancholy tail tone rose slightly, he seemed to be interested, but he didn't seem to care very much, "You and I are already quite related, but it doesn't hurt to ask." ”

Is it more than a source?

The banshee still remembers the original scene, and with an axe, she cut through the past and the present, and allowed herself to stand at this end of the chasm, watching her go away.

The look in her eyes at that time was her first memory of being a banshee.

"You wanted to ask him why, and why. I want to ask you, why, and why?"

Her smile was cold, and her voice was full of questions!

"I am your past, your love, your deep hatred, your ties and concerns. Why did you give it up, and why did you give it up? Just because I blocked your way in the door of non-cause and effect that day?"

“……”

She was the one who was cut off, and she thought that she should have given her a gentler answer. But the truth in this world is often cruel, how can it be linked to the word "gentle"?

So she was silent for a moment, and the answer she gave was even colder than Xie Buchen's answer: "Yes." ”

Be.

Be?

Ha.

The banshee couldn't tell if it was surprise or anger when she saw it.

She is the embodiment of the emotions and fetters that she has thrown away and given up along the way, although it implies the past of seeing sorrow, whether it is appearance, character or temperament, it seems to be the same as sorrow. But because of these emotions and bonds, they are very different in subtleties.

For example, her unwillingness, her resentment.

"Yes?"

In the banshee's sad expression, the sharp sarcasm was even more than when she questioned Xie Buchen just now!

"What a 'yes' word! A good 'yes' word! You have given up your past, and you have given up your shackles. But what about the children...... Is your heart made of iron and stone, and can you give it up?!"

Child.

These two words pierced my heart when I heard them, and I hadn't heard them for a long time, and I hadn't even thought about them for a long time. Now that I have heard it from my past self, it is inevitable that it will be complicated.

At this moment, she actually had a moment of weakness, like someone had pried open a hard shell.

But it's just a moment.

The banshee saw the sharp questioning, but only pried the shell open for a moment. The next moment, it closed silently, enveloping all the soft flesh inside, like an impregnable fortress.

No one but herself could perceive this moment of weakness.

Standing in this hall of a thousand Buddhas, it is still the powerful, peaceful and calm sorrow, a present sorrow.

She didn't shy away from looking back at the banshee, and the words she said were frighteningly flat: "...... As you said, even you, I can give up, in the world, what else can't I give up?"

This sentence was originally said by the banshee when she questioned her yesterday, but at this moment, it was used to answer her question at this moment.

How ridiculous is that feeling?

But what's even more terrifying is that such an answer is really normal and correct. After all, when she asked these questions, didn't she already have the answers in her heart?

The banshee's eyes suddenly appeared with a faint tear, but she smiled and asked her again: "So, don't you think you are terrible? What is the difference between you standing here now and this hall full of clay puppets, ruthless gods and Buddhas?"

Distinguish?

Seeing sorrow and raising her head, she followed her question, and looked at the gods and Buddhas in the hall of a thousand Buddhas, although the face was merciful and the treasure was solemn, but it was indeed as she said, it was a ruthless clay puppet.

But, "Who told you I was ruthless?"

This answer finally surprised the banshee.

She was stunned for a moment, only to feel that her words were groundless.

She laughed when she saw sorrow, and looked at her gaze, calm and gentle, as if she was not looking at a banshee who had nearly killed her, but at a friend she had known all her life.

Sincerely, and sincerely.

"I did leave the past behind, I gave up my love. ”

"But what has passed, it should be abandoned. A person's life is so long, if the past is tied with him for a long time, how hard should it be? Love is indeed parted, but it is only the love of the past, the love of the past. ”

"It is said to be abandoned, it is said to be abandoned, and it is said to be 'let go'. ”

I don't know when, outside the temple gate, a dust monk and an innocent abbot have arrived.

But at this moment, they did not walk in, nor did they say anything to bother. But with their own hearts on their faces, the other two listened quietly.

I don't care about being heard.

All feelings come from the heart, and everything is said from the heart. She stood here, saying a word, as if she was confessing her most secret self.

There is neither half a hypocrisy nor half a reservation.

"The present me is your future. ”

"I'm here, right in front of your eyes. ”

"Let go of the shackles, there will be new ties, let go of love, there will be new love, let go of the past, there will be a new past. But the former is what I give up, and the latter is what I take. ”

All this is what the ember pool realized yesterday.

Buddhism once had two very famous verses.

One said: The body is like a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror, always wipe diligently, do not make dust.

One said: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform; there is nothing in the original, where is the dust?

Whether it is a Buddhist disciple or a monk in the world, they all think that the latter realm is even higher. It can be seen that sorrow thinks that he has a mortal heart and a common thought, and he does not agree.

Buddhism regards the emptiness of the Dharma as the high realm, and favors the latter more.

But in this heaven and earth, where are the many monks who have reached the realm of emptiness?

Ordinary people are mediocre, they can "wipe diligently", they are already extraordinary people.

There is no difference in the realm between these two songs.

It's just that one has entered the WTO and the other has been born.

The Burning Lamp Sword was in her palm, as if she felt her current state of mind, and a faint brilliance emanated from the sword body, revealing the scabbard.

Seeing the eyes of the banshee, he did not look away.

"Love has never left, just like what you see me at the moment, there is true love, there is great love. The way to choose is in my heart. Love and hatred, sorrow and joy are still there, and love and hatred are also moving. ”

"But what about me?

Her words, the banshee finally understood, but then came a faint despair.

"What am I to you?"

"You are you, and I am me. ”

"You are my ashes, my past, my bonds. Nine points are me, and one point is a demon. It's just that the moment you incarnate into your intelligence, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"You in the past can't affect me at this moment, but I exist at this moment because of you. ”

No one can truly leave behind their past, even if they erase all the memories of the beginning, but the world they have experienced will not change because of the erased memories.

To be precise, sorrow has never been left behind.

What she left behind was the bond with that past, and she never denied the real past.

It's just that all these loves, hatreds and ties depend on that period of the past to exist. If the past does not exist, love, hatred, and bonding do not exist.

The banshee is her past love, hate, and bond.

But if she wants to exist, she must also rely on the past and the past.

Seeing sorrow, he finally sighed: "I came today, but I just want to ask you a question and give you a choice." ”

"Aren't you here to kill me?"

Is there anyone in heaven and earth who can tolerate the existence of another demon who is exactly like her?

The banshee looked at her worriedly, and her eyes gradually calmed down, as if it was the first time that she looked at the sorrow standing in front of her seriously and carefully.

Seeing sorrow, he shook his head: "Without you, without the former me, how could I be here at this moment? I won't kill you, but there are three roads in front of you." ”

The banshee was stunned and did not speak.

Seeing the sorrow, he continued: "At this moment, nine points of you are from the past, and one point is a demon from my past. As my past, you can't overcome my present self, because I'm not a philistine and I haven't gone back. Therefore, you will not be able to kill me even if you have exhausted your life. ”

Her killing intent towards her and Xie Buchen's killing intent was never hidden.

They all know this.

Seeing sorrow smiled slightly, a pair of eyes were transparent and clear, reflecting the figure of the past self in front of him, and then stretched out his palm and gently unfolded.

In the palm of his hand, there is the silver lock that is wearing a red rope and is already a little old!

At this moment, the banshee suddenly trembled when she saw sorrow.

The hasty and sad eyes, which were completely different from the sorrow, looked at her, as if shocked by her ruthlessness and saddened by her indifference.

"How dare you ......"

"You and I have the same name, my name is Jianchou, and you are also called Jianchou. Isn't it dishonoring my name to be so willing to fall?"

"You've got a lot of options—"

"Abandon one to take nine, and from now on become my past, like a shadow, and take one of nine, and from now on become a free demon, which has nothing to do with my past, present and future......"

"Or, give up nine and give one, and become the real me, the current me. ”

There is nothing to dare to worry about.

Sometimes she feels that, in the dark, she has already made a decision a long time ago. For example, if you have been to the Polar Domain, you have been to the underworld, as long as you are willing to think about it, there are always a thousand or ten thousand ways to check reincarnation, check the past, and check the original child.

But she didn't go.

What was only a faint feeling at the time was now completely clear.

For the banshee and her past self, this silver lock is the love of love, the love of love, and the direction of hate, but for her now, this is just an ordinary silver lock, maybe there is love, love, hate, but it is not impossible to let go.

All the past is ashes.

So at this moment, she only handed the palm with the silver lock to the banshee, and looked at her with a shallow eye: "At this moment, the choice is all in your heart." ”

The monk outside the hall saw this scene, and when he heard this, his color suddenly changed.

That originally calm face suddenly revealed a bit of complexity.

It's not just to the banshee, but also to the sorrow.

It's just that he finally held back, and didn't go in and interfere.

Outside, the sunlight has covered the mountain.

In this originally dimly lit Thousand Buddha Hall, there was also a bit of daylight projected in, which was very bright and dazzling.

Seeing the silver lock in his palm, under this light, it seems to still carry the temperature of the past.

The banshee saw that she was almost immediately stretched out her hand, as if to pick up the small silver lock. But just when the fingertips were about to touch, they trembled uncontrollably!

Just stop at that.

It's a line away, but it's also a line like a chasm!

The choice is all in her heart.

Become a demon at ease, become her past, or become the real her, the present person?

She slowly lifted her eyes, her gaze returning to her sorrow.

For the sorrow of this moment, the banshee is her past, and for the banshee of this moment, sorrow is her future.

A moon-white robe, a frank and upright.

Her eyes are calm, her eyebrows are gentle, she is holding a long sword, and she has the world in her heart. She has an extremely high cultivation and a very high state of mind......

Powerful, calm, and peaceful.

So dazzling, so brilliant.

Just one glance is heartbreaking!

How could anyone in the world reject such a future?

When the banshee looked at it sadly, she suddenly laughed, but a line of tears slipped from her eyes: "It's my ......"

The palm of the hand raised, seeing that it was about to touch the fingertips of the silver lock, finally fell down.

The Banshee took a step back.

At this moment, I saw that the silver lock in my palm turned into ashes in an instant! Even the gods and Buddhas enshrined in this hall seemed to sense her choice-

Whether it is a solemn Buddha or a compassionate bodhisattva, whether it is an angry vajra or a smiling Maitreya......

Hundreds of Buddha statues are shaking at this moment!

The lotus flower of Rulai fell, the net bottle of Guanyin fell, the hanging bead of Bodhidharma was broken, and the lotus platform of Arhat collapsed. In their hands, all kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of butcher knives, all fell, all collapsed!

In the hall of a thousand Buddhas, smoke and dust are everywhere.

Seeing the face of the banshee in front of him, it blurred all of a sudden. There was a ray of golden Buddha light, revealing from the center of her eyebrows, like a little spark, which spread all over her body in an instant.

And the shell, like the silver lock, was reduced to golden ashes!

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!

This is just a legend in Buddhism, a metaphor, and even Yichen never thought that there would be a day when he saw it with his own eyes!

It's just that it's a little bitter in the end.

At this moment, there are auspicious clouds in the sky, and the light of the Buddha is shining.

But on the steps in the hall, there was only a glass-like phantom floating in the air.

Everything that the banshee was worried about was already like a statue, completely stuck at the moment of choice. The tears are still there, but the eyes are full of relief.

After a few moments, the Buddha's light faded and the phantom disappeared.

The golden ashes were scattered on the ground one after another, and they were blown away by the wind outside the hall in the blink of an eye......

"What the hell is my ......"

Seeing that he was staring at him sadly, there was a vague sense of amazement, but there was also a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and he only said softly.

"Thank you. ”

Thank you for the past and the present;

Thank you for your future success.

I also thank myself for never looking back and never retreating, and I have never lived up to the ups and downs and pains I have experienced along the way.

The ancient Buddha who lit the lamp is the Buddha of the past, who can overcome the suffering of all beings in the world. The so-called "lighting the lamp" is to burn the past and save the present, and the second is to shine on the world and remove the dark foolishness.

But she's just a mortal after all.

She is a heart lamp, and she can't cross the world, so she can only cross herself.

The ashes of the silver lock in his palm also dispersed with the wind, and the ashes in his heart were also scattered, and he was suddenly light, and for a while it was as clear as washing, clear and clear.

The obstacle is gone, and the Tao is born.

So that state of mind suddenly broke through a certain barrier, and the cultivation accumulated in four hundred years gushed out like a flood that opened the floodgates, destroying all the prohibitions she had set for herself!

Cultivation is soaring, and the realm overlaps high!

From the infant to the out-of-body, from the out-of-body to the WTO, in the blink of an eye, it has reached the peak of WTO accession, only one line away, and you can return to the void!

How earth-shattering, how appalling!

Spotless and unsullied, they have been practicing for thousands of years, but they can become Buddhas like a banshee, and they have only seen this scene in their lives!

The innocent abbot had a solemn face.

Yichen Monk was quite complicated, and he looked at it with a bit of appreciation.

The banshee saw sorrow and became a Buddha on the ground.

One is because he put down the butcher's knife, and the other is because he sacrificed himself.

At the moment when she saw the sorrow, she was already heartbroken for this future self.

What she chooses is to become the sorrow she is now and become her true self. But the sorrow now is the sorrow that has left behind the past and fetters......

If you choose to be her, you have to let go of the past.

But the banshee was originally a sad past, her fetters, and she existed because of this past. To give up the past is to give up oneself, the real "sacrifice of oneself".

One thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha.

Although Yichen is not a banshee, at this moment, looking at the sorrow, she can completely understand her choice: nine points of past, one point of demonism, and no one can resist the temptation of becoming such a person......

He let out a long sigh, clasped his hands together, and smiled slightly: "Congratulations on seeing the sorrowful benefactor." ”

Seeing that he was sad, he returned the salute, but he didn't say much.

Just took a step and walked out of the Thousand Buddha Hall, letting the bright sunlight shine on his body. Standing on the empty flat ground outside the main hall, she looked up at the distant sky.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to be enraged by her gaze!

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap, and the clouds moved in all directions!

That oppressive and mysterious aura has been conveyed to the entire land of the nineteen continents in an instant......

Doom is coming.