Is there really a Buddha in the black land under the gaze?

There is a Buddha in the heart, and there is a Buddha in itself!

For the Buddha, Han Xian's most respectful thing is to temporarily hold the Buddha's feet, and the tip of his nose touches the cool black, as for the Buddha, if the monk shoes of a Zen monk are counted, it will be a part of the Buddha. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

White moonlight.

Dark and dark.

There is a huge contrast between the two, although the tip of the nose is kissing the corruption of the black soil, but the eyes are really struggling to be greedy for Yuejing.

Is this a Buddha?

Although the body is standing and sinking into the mud, but the body is indeed not stained with a trace of mud, the words that echo in the heart are really quiet, although Han Xian's face is congested and red because of the long-term upside down, but the heart is indeed rare quiet.

Is the sound of the destruction of the world?

How is it possible, even if you die, there will still be enthusiastic and noisy people in this world, and if you want to make the world quiet, it is absolutely impossible.

So how do you clear the language barrier?

Death may be synonymous with purity.

But from the eyes in front of you, death is not very pure, God knows if there are too many resentments hidden in his heart, and God knows whether this resentment will last forever in the endless years to come?

And the sky may not know, but Han Xian must know that if he dies at this moment, then there will be unresolved grievances, and he will definitely not stick to one place.

At that time, he was floating everywhere, and he would definitely pursue the beloved in his heart silently.

will tell her heart pain in her ear all the time.

Although she must not have heard.

But all the time, I will cry my love by her side.

She must still not be able to hear.

Just like my current self, I can't hear the cries of resentment around me, but it is certain that the resentment that died in vain must have cried.

Not being able to hear is just the purity of the ears, because Han Xian can read the meaning from the expression on his face.

This is the obstacle, the one who sees and hears.

After seeing so much, there must be unhappy things, and hearing so many things, there must be unpleasant ones, and when they fall into the heart, they all turn into their own obstacles.

This obstacle will inevitably turn into hatred.

The eyes can smile and decorate the unhappiness they see into kindness, and the mouth can use the word 'okay' to disguise the unpleasantness, but who can say that there is no trace of waves in the heart, after all, there are too few saints, after all, not everyone can become a saint.

And at this moment, Han Xian, whose face was congested and only heard the voice of his heart, and his eyes were obsessed with only black and white, was indeed a little bit of a saint.

Saint, how difficult, and they may not be able to completely isolate the language barrier and destroy the hatred, but they will definitely be able to decorate the unhappiness to the point where there is no trace of leakage, and they will definitely be able to disguise the unhappiness to the seamless.

Others don't know, others can't see through it, then aren't you still a saint!

Is the Buddha in the black and white world sacred?

At least at this moment, Han Xian, who maintains a pure heart and sincerely learns the Buddha, has unique decorations and is clever in disguise, thinking that it is the saint who purifies the language barrier and destroys the hatred.

That can't be called holy, but the big Buddha in the hearts of people.

Han Xian has a Buddha in his heart, but the old man Bai who was filled with hatred, greed, and ignorance did not have a trace of Buddha in his heart.

But he still couldn't bear it, so he sent Han Xian, a short-lived false saint, to make up for the regret of the true saint.

Whether it is a true saint or a false saint, in the opinion of the old man Bai, all creatures that can still breathe should die, and now he should remove the saint for the resentment.

The old man Bai gurgled in his throat, and he flew down with a Zen monk on his face.

The bee stings the person's arms, and then undresses.

A Zen monk smiled slightly on his face and glanced at Han Xian, there was no doubt that he didn't want to drip this muddy water in person at this moment, it was easy to catch Han Xian who had fallen out, so it would be easier to throw him away.

The old man Bai flew towards them with a cold heart, and a Zen monk actually threw Han Xian as a humanoid sword at him very bravely.

The sword doesn't hurt, and this move is of course very good.

But that is Han Xian, who is made of flesh and blood, although he once regarded himself as a cold front who was not afraid of life and death, but that was his helpless will, and it was destined to be a very painful thing to be used as a gun by others.

As soon as his body was turned upside down, Han Xian came out of the false saint.

"Hehe~~. ”

How can you not be happy when you are a 'saint', but when you rediscover the karma of this bleak world, then you can't stop smiling.

Old man Bai's old and resentful and distorted face was full of surprise, which surprised Han Xian.

Others undressed, and they could also break their clothes naked, and suddenly the Dao power and blood energy surged, I don't know how Han Xian burst out of the great power, and actually dissipated the energy of a Zen monk, and rushed to the side very resolutely, and couldn't help but laugh in my heart.

"Hmph, I've been doing my best for so long, it's time for you Buddhas to exert their might. ”

After pit people, of course, they will smirk proudly, not to mention that this is still a pit Buddha, which may become nourishment for Han Xian to be happy for several days.

But at this moment, the Buddha is still compassionate, a saint, and a gentle smile.

Because their eyes are too good to avoid evil.

And Han Xian's smugness, fake saint, and snickering smile seemed to any pair of eyes to be full of stupidity.

"Whew, whew~. ”

"Donor, be careful. ”

The wind was constantly rumoring, and even if a Zen monk didn't have a funny reminder, Han Xian had already sensed the danger from the sharp sound on his side.

For Han Xian's smiling and snickering face, the old man Bai who gathered his resentment into true love is still true love, and he actually chased after him, probably wanting to get rid of Han Xian's proud jumping clown before his death.

But He Nai, he died, and the clown who jumped off the beam was still proudly alive, so how could he give up such a good opportunity now.

Proudly smuggled to be trampled on the soles of Han Xian's feet, and could only pretend to be a saint in disguise.

In his heart, he silently said, "Clear the barrier of speech, destroy hatred," and roared violently: "Give me down." ”

Shen Yong led the brave man, Han Xian flew out with one leg, and the old man Bai was not in a hurry to hide, maybe he didn't think about dodging, maybe he thought of it: 'He can kick himself, but he can also use this to unload his leg.' ’

No matter what he imagined, for Han Xian, this kick had already been implemented on Old Man Bai's chest.

Old man Bai, who hadn't thought too much about hiding and thinking, must have had no brains to think that Han Xian's kick would be so brave that he would have no chance to unload his leg at all.

"Bang. ”

Like a meteor knocking on the ground, the old man's body turned upside down and was forcibly pressed into the black rotten soil by Han Xian's surging Dao power, and the earth trembled when it fell.

Not scattered, not dead.

Han Xian can be said to have a certain understanding of the grievances, his eyes are fixed on the miserable hole where the old man Bai knocked on the ground, if it is as he expected, it is only a moment, and the old man Bai roars out of the hole.

At this moment, the face that was distorted with hatred added a new color, and the black soil had carved its unique corruption on the body and face of the white old man

"Whew~. ”

Han Xian looked at the black shadow, and exhaled a long breath in his mouth slightly, and his body and face were immediately like a Buddha possessed by a Buddha, joy was a sad and compassionate face, although the blood on his body was mixed with tatters, but in Han Xian's heart, he would be a real 'Buddha', 'will be true' saint. ’

People will never admit that they are false in their bones, although it is not true, but at some point, this falsehood is enough.

With his hands folded in front of his chest, his face lowered and his compassion fell on his karmic and sinful face, and he couldn't help but sigh with low pity for that Han Xian's 'saint'.

"Hey~. ”

But this doesn't seem to be a sigh, because behind the god-like sigh, there is actually a mantra with the word "Ma" in his mouth.

As soon as the mantra came out, it can be said that the wind and clouds changed color, and the word 'Ma' was good in the wind, exuding a bright and holy light, like a Buddha and a sky, suppressing the old man Bai.

They are all dead, how can he be afraid?

The old man Bai's head was sharpened, and his fist grinded with a thunderous sound towards the mantra 'Ma'.

"Wave ~~. ”

When they touched, the whole world was quiet, and the mantra seemed to clear all the language barriers in this world, and the white old man with his sharpened head was in the word 'Ma', but he did not stop there, and he was still using the fist of the mill to open the way for his grievances.

Like jumping in, flying out is inevitable.

The breeze blew, and the moment the old man Bai pounced out of the mantra, the word 'Ma' was disillusioned into nothingness in silence, but the world it gave was still quiet and peaceful.

At least that's what Han Xian's heart, decorated with compassion, sainthood, and compassion, thinks.

"Kill. ”

"Uh~~. ”

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched violently, and his heartbeat, which he had ignored for too long, was finally remembered by himself that he had never been quiet in the world, but he fantasized about sinking into silence.

"Thief, return my son. ”

At this moment, Han Xian's heart was already jumping to the point of convulsions, and his questions were like a sea of questions: "Clear speech barrier, it's not to shut up others, but to make others open their voices." ”

Isn't this a testament to the saying, 'Just shout it.'" ’

The elders of the Bai clan didn't just shout, the wrinkled face was dim, and the old man's eyes were already full of tears.

Isn't this a confirmation of the saying: 'Just cry out.'" ’

The man cried and laughed, and it was time for him to take his heart.

Complaining and crying, he should be dissipated and banned.