Xu Xuanzan knelt down in front of Fahai and raised his handsome face.

The crumbled crumbs of the morning sun were stained with a layer of gentle wave rhyme in his clear eyes, and his whole person seemed to jump to the great realm of Lingxiao Treasure Temple.

He raised his eyebrows, his tone was light, his eyebrows were light, and in this blandness showed a deep tenacity that was difficult to shake.

He said, "I want to become a monk." ”

Fahai was silent, and his face was neither happy nor sad. He was waiting for Xu Xuanzan to continue to say something, and he knew that Xu Xuanzan would say something more.

The warm breeze is like weaving, subtly diving into the auricle, outlining the warp and weft of life, and stirring up the great freedom of dust.

After a moment, Fahai suddenly bowed his head, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Fahua Zhenren, I really cherish my apprentice." "A pun intended. He understood that if it weren't for Fahua Zhenren handing over his personal magic weapon Taiyi Sword to Xu Xuanzan, Xu Xuanzan would not have rushed from Zhenjiang to Lin'an so quickly, and rushed back to Zhenjiang from Lin'an. It's just that this has nothing to do with the relationship between father and son, the relationship between master and apprentice, and the obsession anymore. What is related is nothing more than a "fate" that once existed, so a lot of care was concluded.

The meaning of the words, Xu Xuanzan naturally understood. The chin opened his lips, and he laughed, and pressed the topic to stop talking.

I can't help but think of it, and I rushed to Zhenjiang as if I had fled from Lin'an overnight that day, and went straight to Jinshan Temple. At that time, he was as anxious as a lost dog, busy like a fish that slipped through the net, and there was nothing in his heart and mind, only bent on asking Master Fahai to rescue him from the sea of suffering and resolve the evil karma of the demons.

At that time, he had already made up his mind to worship in the Golden Mountain Temple of Fahai and practice. Because he already knew that the White Lady was a snake, he was afraid, the most instinctive, the most reasonable kind of fear, he couldn't continue to live with the White Snake, but let him leave the White Snake and marry the family, he loved the White Snake, so he couldn't continue his life after leaving the White Snake, and he couldn't remove his feelings and live with other women holding hands.

The white lady's smile, gesture and gesture made him unforgettable, missed him so much, and made him deeply heartbroken.

But Xu Xuan praised him as a mortal, and he had all the emotions of mortals......

His lady is just the lively Miss Bai family on the shore of Xizi Lake in his memory, just a beautiful memory of them who only know that they are human beings together, and the return to the essence after that is only regarded as a few helpless sin that cannot be picked up or put down after waking up from a dream.

is still in love, but the real love is not as great as we imagined, it can't break through the world's norms, and it can't break through the straightforward reality that can't be broken. Everything in the world has its own laws, if it is really changed by something, then the world will be chaotic, so don't be naïve, it is impossible.

I can't continue to live with my own lady, and I can't forget that my mother is chic and let go and marry a new person. So he chose to escape into the empty door, to escape from the monkhood, to escape from the worldly entanglements that neither left nor right can choose, and to tell himself that the "four are empty", and not to continue to escape in the mortal world to endure such suffering.

It's so entangled, and it's over. Whether it's guilt, helplessness, cowardice, or resentment...... Until death Fang Xiu, it seems to be Fang Xiu!

At that time, Fahai saw through Xu Xuanzan's thoughts at a glance, so he warned him, "Tea does not enter Zen, it is all mundane, and Zen does not enter the heart, it is all words." "Tell him that he has not really broken and let go.

It's just that no one would have thought that the White Snake would actually praise Xu Xuan's water for flooding the golden mountain and slaughtering the city with great water, causing such a monstrous mistake......

Ranran sandalwood through the curtain, gradually bringing together the tranquility and tranquility of the room. I saw Xu Xuanzan looking squarely at Fahai, and the smile on his lips did not disappear: "Since it has happened, what do you say, whether it is blame, compassion, or remorse...... It's all useless. The thoughts of the two of them resonated again. Xu Xuanzan said steadily, "We were wrong, we admit it." We are husband and wife to atone for our sins together. "Don't pause," I choose to completely shave as a monk, dedicate merit to my mother, and wish her to leave the tower as soon as possible. ”

Before the words fell, Fahai's indifferent face was slightly strange.

Xu Xuanzan glimpsed the light color on Fahai's lips, and knew what he wanted to say to himself, so he didn't wait for him to speak, and continued from the interface: "I'm not stupid or obsessive. ”

This sentence alone blocked all the words that Fahai wanted to say. Calm and calm.

Listening to Xu Xuanzan, he eased his breath: "If I really can't let go of my mother, I can be a monk in Jingci Temple next to Lin'an Leifeng Pagoda, or Lingyin Temple, why do you want to come to Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple on the other side of the river?" Therefore, I have come here to atone for my sins, and I also ask to turn my merits back to my mother. After another pause, his eyes were precipitated and his face was raised, "I really let go, I really want to eliminate karma and get rid of the sea of suffering as soon as possible." It's really enlightened......"

The ethereal bell chime sound in the inner courtyard of Jinshan Temple is combined with the breeze and drifting, the winding path is secluded, the flowers and trees in the meditation room, and the temperament is also empty of the redundant vulgar heart.

Xu Xuanzan realized that one and said slowly to Fahai. The two of them stood and knelt down, but suddenly they were like two confidants and fellow practitioners who participated in Zen meditation and enlightenment: "I think of everything." I remember all the people and things from 1,700 years ago, and even all the people and things in the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom. The tone was indifferent, and like smoke, mixed with a sense of freedom, "But if I had to do it again, I would still have chosen to go to Jinshan Temple." I don't regret my choice. ”

"Even if I made this choice before, it was because I was afraid, because of chaos, because I wanted to escape from this pain. But now, because I have had an epiphany, I only wish to completely break away from the six realms of samsara, and with these six natural human bodies, I will suddenly get out of the great confinement, return to my hometown, and return to my 'home'. ”

Thousands of years ago, he descended to Suva, and the reason for this is to practice his own mind in the sea of suffering, and to explore the last trace of love trapped in prison......

"Our world is originally a world of sampa, and 'sampa' is a pity, so it is destined to be smooth sailing in this world, always step by step, step by step. Bumpy and hard. And 'love' is the core of all the rules and regulations in this world. ”

"Sentient beings are suffering, but 'love' is something unique to this world, as long as you live in this world, you are destined to suffer from all kinds of feelings. Everything is an illusion, everything is empty, even our own bodies are also empty and false. Seven emotions and six desires, love and hatred, cold and warm, sweet and salty...... Everything we know is fake, and the reason why we have such feelings and attitudes is all brought to us by our bodies, not controlled by ourselves, because there is no 'me' at all. We have never been able to live ourselves, we are all controlled by this flesh and blood, our thoughts, our feelings, everything. However, while we are alive, we should love and live with all our strength under the control of this flesh and blood. As long as you don't harm others or damage your own Taoism, it's fine. This is our obligation, and it is a responsibility to this skin that we decide when we put on this skin. But at the same time, we must try to restrain some evil thoughts, so that this body accepts good knowledge, and thus controls us towards good knowledge. In addition, it is also necessary to understand the principles of Zen Buddhism about 'emptiness' and 'illusion'. As long as we understand, we don't need to do it now, because as long as we are alive, as long as we are still wearing the stinky skin of this flesh and blood, we are destined to not be able to break out of these many illusions, and we cannot truly and completely return to the void exclusive to the 'spirit'. ”

"When the body is gone, everything will disappear. You can't take anything with you, all you can take away is cultivation and karma. Karma is the repayment of the debt that is owed and the retribution of the debt that is owed in relation to the balance of all things, and cultivation is the truth that is related to 'emptiness' and 'illusion'. ”

"The true 'spirit' is unconscious and untouched, and everything that belongs to 'man' and to living sentient beings has nothing left when the body is corrupted and the moment it is separated from the body, and all that remains is attachment. If we understand the great mysteries of emptiness and illusion and have been fully realized before we are alive, then this last obsession is Amitabha, which will guide us to the Pure Land of the Buddha Kingdom and attain the fruits we deserve. If we haven't broken through it, or even haven't heard the Dharma at all, then this last obsession is about greed and other things, then we still have to enter the cycle of samsara, and even fall into the three paths, still taking illusion as reality and emptiness as reality, sinking deeper and deeper into it. However, the last little obsession that is left is something that needs to be accumulated and cultivated over a lifetime or even several lifetimes......"

Xu Xuanzan said a lot, and his mood gradually became clearer.

Fahai listened silently, knowing that Xu Xuanzan had already understood a lot about the word "emptiness".

He is right, all thoughts and all appearances are empty, just like some extremely angry resentful spirits and wild ghosts, after listening to a master of the Tao reciting a passage, the resentment is immediately resolved, this is because the scriptures remind them that they are in the prison of the illusion of obsession, just like when someone wakes you up in a nightmare, you find that it is just a dream.

Some people who are inseparable from their loved ones in their lifetimes, and who are martyred and buried to invite people to the next life, suddenly become Buddhas and ascend to the fruit position after death. This is because they have done what they said before, they have done everything to live and love when they are born, but they have already understood the truth of emptiness and illusion, so they return to the true spirit form after death, and they have abandoned all illusions and obtained the due results according to the guidance of their own cultivation.

Red dust is the sea of bitterness, and the sea of bitterness is boundless. After paying off the karma, relieving all the fates, and realizing the illusion of emptiness, until you break free from the stinky skin and return to the void, you will be happy forever......

When the sound of the bell chime in the ears gradually dissipated with the wind, when the sandalwood incense was scattered and languished in the endless void, I saw Xu Xuanzan condense the brilliant gaze with brilliance, and the voice stabilized, sentence by sentence: "I have no hatred or love now." My love and horror have already followed the oil-paper umbrella and entered the Leifeng Pagoda where the love of the worldly world has been cut off, and it is the real four empty...... I've let everything go, what is the master still hesitating about?"

Although the final end of this unhurried and enlightened speech is a question, it is admittedly not a tone of discussion and inquiry.

Fahai smiled.

This smile should be just as wordless as my Buddha smiled......

Xu Xuanzan understood his meaning, but also smiled, his hands stepped forward, and he bowed down: "What is the way to die, and the body is the same mountain." Thank you, Master, for the immeasurable merits of re-attaining Bodhi, reincarnation, and enjoying joy one day. ”

Fahai pursed his lips, and the shallow smile did not remove. He shook his head slightly, and his voice was loud: "This 'degree' is not 'degree'." The poor monk is just for you, and the true degree of bliss is for yourself. Leaning over and raising his hand, he helped Xu Xuanzan up, "All living beings are Buddhas, how can I live as Buddha......s?"

Thousands of years of accumulation, thousands of years of foreshadowing, once blooming.

Everything is a predestined, an experience, and a "love" catastrophe.

Thousands of years have passed, and thousands of generations have been shocked. Some people were emotionally moved in this time-long experience, so the cultivation of several lifetimes was ruined, and mundane fireworks fell again, such as Qingyuan.

Some people have seen through love, penetrated the world, let go of dusty thoughts, and walked into the path of cultivation in the past world, such as Yukun.

In the past 1,700 years, so many times of reincarnation, Yu Kun has truly rejoiced and praised in the great compassion of life and death, and through suffering, Qingyuan is also willing to be a layman in the soft red world of firewood, rice, oil and salt, birth, old age, sickness and death, and is willing to be a layman, indulging in the small life of mortals with peace of mind, and being his small people in the market, tirelessly and happily.

They have all found their own happiness, and they have all completed their graduation according to the "way" they should take. In fact, the final outcome has long been determined, and both horizontal and vertical will reach the same end, but different paths!

The white snake was originally enlightened by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and it should have ascended to the immortal realm, but because of many antecedents and consequences, it had this opportunity.

Qingyuan is the same as the white snake, they are both immortals, and they should have ascended to the immortal again 1,700 years ago, but the last pass of returning to the immortal position is this thousand-year-old love pass.

Qingqing had already experienced a deep love thousands of years ago, and her love had already been broken, and now the fate of reincarnation has made her penetrate all kinds of illusions in the world, and she has thoroughly understood the great meaning of "emptiness" and "illusion".

Yukun wheel is the sea of law, originally a celestial man, and in the mortal dust for thousands of years of cultivation, it should be ascended, only because of the mission in the next life thousands of years ago, and with Qingqing, White Snake, Xu Xuanzan's relationship is not over, so in this life and this life to have a fate.

In this life, the four of them will complete this experience at a certain time, completely get rid of the mundane, and ascend to the fruit position.

Waiting for a thousand years, waiting for love, waiting for hate, waiting for fate, waiting for retribution...... It is also this ultimate that waits, the "Great Perfection."

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In the morning light, everything was silent, and the scene that day seemed to have not woken up from its deep sleep, and everything had a fresh and lazy sense of tiredness.

Xu Hongwen is busy in the east kitchen, trying her best to prepare a sumptuous breakfast. Wang Yanyang beside him also sighed, laying hands for the lady and making a fire.

Yesterday, I only heard Xu Xuan's praise that Bai Mao Nu traveled to the West Lake with him, and he didn't fall into the water, his red face disappeared, and his bones were difficult to find. Xiaoqing was heartbroken and said goodbye without saying goodbye.

Wang Yanyang and Xu Hongwen were greatly surprised, but they naturally couldn't help but grieve, and sighed that Bai Mao Nu was really ruthless!

"Yan Yang. While chopping vegetables, Hongwen whispered to Wang Yanyang with soft eyes, "Hanwen is in a bad mood, I'll cook a few more dishes and chat with him." Unconsciously reddened his eyes, and then remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Oh yes, don't go to the yamen today, accompany him more." ”

"That's natural. Yan Yang's eyebrows were tightly locked, but he just sighed, "I'm still thinking, when will I ...... about my younger siblings?" It's good to do it. There is a landing horizontal, and she can't be allowed to go miserably like this!"

Xu Hongwen raised her sleeves, wiped a handful of tears that overflowed her eyes, and answered shallowly: "Yes...... Yes, it was done properly. ”

Yan Yang bowed: "After a while, after Hanwen gets up, let's discuss it with him!"

A touch of dawn through the weeping willows and peach blossoms in the morning light reflects a small room in a bit of a trance.

In Xu Xuanzan's house, only one piece was empty.

In the middle of the house, Xu Mengjiao, who was sleeping in the cradle, had a good dream. Immediately on the small table on the side of the cradle, a wooden paperweight sits a letter that has not been enclosed.

The wind blows, and the letter pages fly, as if by hanging.

But at this time, it is no longer the love between Xu Xuanzan and Bai Maonu, and the pain is not that they are separated or unable to reunite...... It is the purest, most immutable and immutable essence of love.

The ink left on the letter page had dried over a long period of time. Canggu is indifferent, Dacheng is forbearing, and the ink fragrance is slowly fluttering and slowly spreading.

That's a poem:

The spring dawn of the white causeway, the reunion of the West Lake and the broken bridge.

Love is three lives, and it is difficult to escape the catastrophe of a thousand years.

The fate is not over, and the empty eyes are smiling.

Returned to the initiates and left the Golden Mountain to Leifeng alone.

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[Follow-up]

Xu Xuanzan became a monk, practiced for several years, and sat overnight.

The monks bought a shrine to burn and build a bone tower, which was immortal for thousands of years.

When he died, there were four lines of poetry, which were left as a warning to the world.

The poem says:

The ancestor gave me the red dust, and the iron tree began to bloom and see spring. Transformation and reincarnation, re-transformation, transformation and regeneration.

If you want to know whether there is color or colorless, you must know that it is invisible but tangible. The color is the color of the emptiness, and the color of the emptiness should be distinct.

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Tens of millions of years, the former Lin'an is no longer called Lin'an, but has become Hangzhou.

The West Lake is still clear and beautiful, and the white causeway and the broken bridge are still the most ambiguous and beautiful places, with unique scenery for thousands of years.

The wind and sand of the years have washed away too much glamorous elegance, drowning countless pasts into them, turning them into wisps of breeze, and almost all of them are dusty.

Later generations have seen them from legends......

It is on the Qingming rain and the broken bridge on the shore of West Lake, and the two slender figures, one white and one green, are particularly graceful.

There was a gentle son and these two beautiful women on the awning boat, and suddenly a burst of azure light smoke and rain was scattered. The son hurriedly lent the oil-paper umbrella in his hand to the elegant and beautiful woman in white. Xu Yu is low, and a few warm stores linger.

"The slave's surname is Bai, his name is Suzhen, and he lives in Jinmen, Qiantang Chung. ”

"Xiaosheng's surname is Xu, because he met the gods when he was young, so his single name is a 'fairy', Xu Xian. ”

The mountains and rivers seem to be covered with bright beauty, sweeping away the deep affection and tenderness like weaving, hazy, and resurrecting everything in dreams.

The ambiguity and warmth have been stored for a long time, thousands of years, and have never changed......

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