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What's more, this noise is also arrogant and incomprehensible.

Everything is on your own.

This is a matter of course, and this is true, so the demon knife coldly watched the great victory of the Buddha in a minute.

The heart that wraps the star map is changing.

The six-character mantra that Han Xian could not trigger because of the shattering of the immeasurable bodhichitta of great compassion should be able to do so at this moment, and that heart is ready to move.

And now it is not just about to move, it is completely rushing to work day and night in order to return yesterday's glory as soon as possible.

"Hmph~~. ”

The coldness of the knife is a cold hum.

And the demon knife was completely silent after this cold snort, the so-called out of sight is quiet, although it is in it at the moment, but it wants not to see, it is indeed simply excessive.

As for Han Xian, life and death are fateful, and he will go with his fate.

It is hard to imagine that Han Xian, who was quiet in the warmth of the Buddha's light at this moment, was sent by fate, and the demon knife could go with him indifferently, but the Buddha who was worried about the world before was indeed not.

Although he is outside the red dust, he is indeed doing his best to manage the red dust.

This fate should be understood more as being arranged by the Buddha, and at this moment, Han Xian was quietly in the warmth under the arrangement of the Buddha, unable to understand what kind of world this was.

I can't understand what form Han Xian is here in at this moment.

What can be known is that the body with teary eyes is still in the smoky Buddha hall, and the soul is still quietly resting under the tree of the avenue.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian, who was suddenly wrapped in the warmth of the Buddha's light, actually laughed out loud with his eyes closed, what kind of dream is it to dream that he is going home, or that he is shaving into a monk with the Buddha Chao Hongchen.

How can people go home.

Even imagination is difficult.

Even in dreams.

In the warm Buddha light of laughter, Han Xian's closed eyes were slowly opening, which was still mixed with a trace of tears, and when he opened them, a pair of eyes immediately swept over the warm world of Buddha light.

"Where is this?"

Han Xian couldn't help but feel drowsy, and asked with teary eyes.

Who will answer.

Although it is warm and warm here, Han Xian is still alone here, and the sound of warmth is still a silent response.

The sound is unanswered.

But Han Xian was indeed very convinced, and at this moment, a pair of eyes were looking at him very kindly.

Where is he?

The place where he exists is real and invisible to the eyes, but in the dark, he feels that he must exist, and he looks around, and in the tireless exploration, Han Xian is not disappointed.

"Hehe~. ”

With a slight smile on his face, Han Xian's expression showed a bit of humor and kindness.

He was not far in front of him.

Those concerned eyes were discovered by himself, he was watching, he was also smiling at himself, the questions in his heart never stopped, and the questions in his heart have always sought this answer.

Even when you're here.

"Can't I go back?"

Han Xian, who was smiling, asked about the pair of kind eyes hidden invisibly.

The eyes are not mouths, but these colorful eyes are indeed doing things that cannot be described by the mouth, a pair of pupils are changing, and they are deriving that peaceful world.

However, the world depicted in these eyes was indeed fragmented to the point of incompleteness, and in an instant, Han Xian's body appeared in the mutilated world derived from his pupils.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian smiled and asked with a smile: "Where is home, people are lost, where is this place, is it farther and longer." ”

It can be detected from Han Xian's smile that this place should be familiar.

Pieces of fragments are telling themselves that we are destined.

What is the difference between this familiar breakage, is it because you want me to piece them together, when the idea surfaced, Han Xian saw through this familiarity.

Those eyes are saying, "This is a world of its own." ”

And Han Xian immediately asked: "Can this really replace the pure land of Yunshan in my heart?"

Han Xian didn't know.

The eyes didn't answer.

But in my own ignorance, under the approval of my eyes, I actually moved with my hands.

Move a soil, move a mountain, carefully and carefully outline your own world, with this care and care, that heart must want to depict everything to perfection.

The young man couldn't find his way home, so he single-handedly built his own home in his heart.

"Senior brother, isn't this an exaggeration?"

It was a question that left no trace in the air.

This question sounded in the ears of a Zen monk, and it was thought that it was like this, even if it was really for the sake of the fault and the heart, then it could only go on as always.

Everything is arranged, everything is determined.

The silent person is still standing under the third-step platform, his eyes are closed and speechless, and that voice has never appeared in the ears of Yizen.

The Buddha's heart is merciful.

The Buddha's heart is merciful to the people of the world, break one, protect one side, and they are willing to do so.

In the warmth of the Buddha's light, Han Xian is still tirelessly piecing together his own world, his own home, this is perfect, at least in the eyes of Han Xian.

There is no arrogance in the perfect world, but since it is perfect, then the arrogant door must exist, and a low door was carefully left by Han Xian.

Under the hands, in perfection, arrogance is in the low.

In the Buddhist hall, on Han Xian's body, who was crawling and curled, the face was helpless with tears flowing down, he looked quiet and fell asleep with even breathing.

But in your sleep, you must not know that your hair is slowly withering.

In the quiet, the man is being shaved, and fate is personally working for the Buddha.

People who are silent in their own perfection must not know all this, and Han Xian's hands that are determined to create perfection have never stopped.

Under the hands, in the perfection, jealousy is in a thread.

In the Buddha hall, the withered hair has been depleted to the yellowing of no moisture, the knife of fate is really thin, and it is still really careful, careful not to alarm the people in their sleep.

He still slept sweetly.

Under the hands, in perfection, greed is in half a fan.

In the Buddha Hall, the knife of fate was faster, and under its careful silence, Han Xian's hair was not just withering and yellowing, but falling, falling one by one.

They left Han first.

But here, it should be understood that Han Xian is leaving them, and the person who aspires to perfection should be seeking Buddha-like transcendence in the red dust.

Under the hands, in perfection, the obsession is concealed.

In the Buddha hall, the head with the hair falling out in pieces was dustless outside the red dust, and the sleeping and peaceful Han Xian gradually drifted away under the arrangement of the Buddha's fate.

This Buddha seems to be predestined.

This monk Han Xian seems to have made up his mind.

The hands that were promoting perfection, the hands that pushed themselves out of the red dust still didn't stop, he was faster, and Han Xian's sweaty face was still happy and laughing.

Han Xianxiao whispered: "The Gate of Hungry Ghosts, of course, needs to be suppressed and defended by Haoyang's righteousness." ”

Does this need it?

This is the perfect world created by Han Xian himself, this is the home he created, how can there be evil ghosts.

But Han Xian did it, and the door was left by Han Xian's carved beams.

For what?

Everything is for perfection, because that is in the arrangement of destiny that the Buddha needs.

In the Buddha hall, the hair on Han Xian's head was almost empty, and only the slightest strand was left to prove that this place was not without grass.

If there are hungry ghosts, then hell must exist.

Han Xian's hands were dancing, pulling the great fortunes of the perfect world he had created, gathering them into a momentum, and hell and this world were perfect symbiosis, it was part of reincarnation.

It is indispensable for any of its worlds, let alone the perfect world that Han Xian wants to create.

"It worked. ”

Han Xian said with a smile that it was successful, all this came so hard, all this came so suddenly, in front of him, was this flawless and perfect star created by himself?

I really don't believe it.

How can he believe that it is not the Buddha in fate who shaves Han Xian, but precisely himself, and his eyes are not a perfect star, but a perfect heart.

This immaculate heart, but with another name.

'Great compassion is immeasurably bodhicitta ’

Han Xian's hard work was indeed to create it, and when it was completed, the great compassion that had been dispersed by arrogance, jealousy, greed, stupidity, hungry ghosts, and hell was re-condensed.

The knife fell in his hand, and the top of Han Xian's head had become a real grass.

The head was the same as the head of a Zen monk, and it was already shaved into a monk, but even so, the person who was sleeping in his sleep still did not wake up.

It is a good face to laugh with.

Before Han Xian stood up with his own creation, the color in his eyes must have been in love with everything here, and the perfect world created by this hand invisibly became a part of Han Xian's body.

Great compassion is replacing the 'heart' given by Mr. Han's biological parents. ’

It's replacing part of what once was.

Intoxicated, this laughing person may have forgotten his name, shaved off the red dust, and has become a monk, so how can the previous name be worth remembering.

Laugh is laughing.

Han Xian looked at this flawless star smiling, and at this moment he was not lonely when he was smiling, and he reflected his own shadow on the flawless face of this star.

He was laughing too.

"What are you laughing at?"

This is Han Xian's question.

"What are you happy about?"

Indeed, this is the shadow of the immaculate star.

"Who are you?"

Han Xian's smile finally faded, dissipated and invisible, looking at it, looking at the shadow, and asked coldly, this question should be understood as asking his own heart.

"Who am I?"

Forgot about it, forgot about Han Xian's own name.

Flawless Star, Naying's expression was also cold, but this time he really didn't ask, but just watched, staring at Han Xian.

The silence is saying, 'You should ask yourself.' ’

Han asked first, it can be said that from the moment he saw the shadow, this question never stopped, the coldness on his face was slowly dissipating, and his palm was rising.

"Hehe, what do you want to do?"

This voice did not come from the mouth of the shadow of the flawless star, but it was precisely the words of the indifferent demon knife living in the star map, it laughed, this smile was to say that it was not defeated, and it turned out that those things that were taken away by the Buddha were being taken back by Han Xian for him.

The hand was raised to touch the flawless star that he had created with his own hands.

"I'm Han Xian, this is not my world, and you can't give me the world. ”

This voice said to himself, and to the invisible eyes in the darkness.

Everything is created from 'nothing' and 'being' is never pieced together.

The whole palm was attached to the big star, and the coldness on Han Xian's face was dissipating, and it was a smile that resurfaced, compared to the smile he had before, this moment was truly burden-free.

Because of this moment, I know my big name.

I know my name is 'Han Xian,' and I will never forget it.

I will come back and never forget.

The palm of his hand was attached to the flawless star, and his hand was not forced, but Han Xian was indeed working hard, using everything to support the heart that truly belonged to him.

On the flawless star, the fine cracks are climbing, starting from under the hand and ending with the whole piece.

The flawless star, the face of it, is made to be shattered.

"Bang. ”

Everything is dust, the body is Han Xian's body, and the person is Han Xian's person, and it is the same now and in the future, as for the Buddha, he has no plan for him.

Under the Dao tree, the rustle of the thin leaves, the eyes of the soul opened, and the smile hung on his face.

I am not happy to have walked in Buddhism for a while, but I am happy to have gained in Buddhism.