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Who's coming home?

Han Xian, who fell in the dust and ruins, was asking who had gone home, and his body was groggy and black, this was a person in his dream world asking his shadow.

That black is stupid to the ground.

Indeed, when he heard it, he did not say anything again.

"She went home. ”

Although Han Xian's body was unconscious, he still knew that Qingyi had left his side, but it was really difficult to understand whether this person who was immersed in his dream world at this moment was secretly glad that he had not made a mistake with Rong Ruo, or was secretly beating his feet and chest to steal it.

I can't remember much.

Even the place of origin is blurred.

What used to be white, now it's dim.

In the white vast, I can still see the outline of the cloud mountain, in the white vast, I can still see the kindness of the smiling faces of my parents under the sacred tree.

But in this dim shadow, where is Yunshan, where is the parents, where is the sacred tree?

They're gone!

"Ah~~. ”

This is a crying madness to a powerless roar, in the dream Han Xian seems to be crazy, running everywhere, screaming everywhere, but he is indeed alone, no response, no sound.

Did you run out of the white expanse and fall into the shadows of darkness?

Did you forget the clouds and mountains, the sacred tree, and the tolerance of your parents in the dark?

Did he fall into the darkness, the cloud mountain, the sacred tree, and the parents who abandoned him?

Afraid.

Running around, crazy people everywhere are afraid, afraid that they will be abandoned into the darkness alone, they want to return to Yunshan, rest under the sacred tree again, and want to hug the smiles of their parents again.

But among them, it is too far away.

Not only through the black, but also from the white, it is they who are blocking their steps to go home, they are making themselves afraid, and they are making themselves homeless.

I, Han Xian, was abandoned.

I, Han Xian, can't go back even if I'm here.

I, Han Xian, am getting farther and farther away from there, so far away that I don't even know where I am lost.

The body is still crawling and falling in the dust and ruins, and the god is still lost in the darkness, whether it is the fallen body or the lost god, it proves that Han Xian is too tired.

He was too tired, and he sank first.

He was too tired, his god was slowly lost, and the dark shadow was magnifying and devouring, gradually until Han Xian had nowhere to run, and gradually until the sound was completely silent.

The body is quiet, and the dust accepts.

God was quiet, and darkness enveloped it.

People who are so tired can finally sleep peacefully in the dark dust, sleeping at this moment is a dreamless visit, sleeping at this moment is homesick.

It's a long dream, but as long as it's a dream, there will be a time to wake up.

"Whew~~. ”

His eyes opened slightly in a drowsy haze.

The wind is blowing, this is a familiar place, the wind is still blowing, why open your eyes and see all the familiar familiarity, this familiarity is more like the warmth of home.

But Han Xian can be sure that what he sees in his eyes at this moment is not home.

My home is in Yunshan, where there are trees, grass, and sunsets, but there is absolutely no tree that grows to such a majestic tree, there is absolutely no piece of grass that is so neat, and there is absolutely no sun that is so soft and so warm.

"Where is this?"

Lying on the fallen leaves, enjoying the warmth of the sun, Han Xianzai asked softly.

Familiar, it is actually the familiarity of home, just like the grass and trees here, every flower and the sun here thousands of years ago were created by their own hands.

"Donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha. ”

Han Xian, who was lying in the fallen leaves and listening to the warmth, was so familiar with the sound that lingered in his ears, and unconsciously, a smile appeared on his face.

I smiled in my heart and said, "All this is still in a dream, it's all so warm." ”

Are you sure?

Is what these eyes see really like the warmth of a dream?

Didn't Han Xian feel the abnormality, 'Destined for the Buddha,' you must know that it is a Buddha who has shaved his hair, Han Xian, you have a fate with the Buddha, do you want to retreat the red dust and become a Buddha?

The sound is familiar, not warm.

In the eyes of the demon knife that inhabits the star map, this is terrifying, and in this ghostly place, the immeasurable bodhicitta of great compassion that has been washed away is actually rapidly reuniting.

The familiar world ushered in a familiar sound.

And this familiarity is indeed just the beginning.

Just under the eyes of Han Xian's soft smile, a pair of spotless monk shoes stepped on the fallen leaves and slowly walked to Han Xian's face, is this still a dream?

This dream is so perfect, so perfect that every detail is so real that there is no trace of disobedience.

'Who is coming?'

These shoes should be familiar.

Dreams are shattered, people are shocked, thoughts fly, and the origin of these shoes is known.

For it was this pair of shoes that once carried its owner who would not save him, and now who was his owner, and his face resting in the fallen leaves was slightly raised, in order to know which good man had stolen the shoes that belonged to that bastard.

"Donor, come in well. ”

The eyebrows are kind and kind, the face is amiable, this face is really familiar, these shoes are not stolen, these shoes are still on the man's feet as they were on that day.

"Teng. ”

The person jumped suddenly, even if it was still a dream, it must be a strange nightmare that revealed everywhere.

"Is that you?"

Han Xian's eyes were glaring, his face was fierce, and his expression was vicious on the face of a Zen monk, this ruthlessness was complaining about the past, accusing him of why he would not save himself when he saw death.

"Huh. ”

He actually had a smile on his face, and he was as amiable as usual, and he didn't shy away from saying in his mouth: "Donor, it's the old man." ”

He smiled, as if he had forgotten what he had done in the past.

He could pretend to forget, but Han Xian disagreed, and his face was full of hatred in the viciousness, and he was revisiting the past in his mouth, in order to reveal the truth to the public.

He said, 'Monk, why did you dare to ask where the Buddha is in your heart when you don't save you when you see death?'

asked Han Xian, why was he called 'monk' instead of a bald donkey, did he think that the monk had something to forgive himself?

"Hehe, Amitabha. ”

Under the questioning, the question of the past, the monk still sang more than the Buddha's praise, this look, this smile, as if to say that his departure is to uphold the Buddha's will.

If this is the case, then Han Xian really has a relationship with the Buddha, this fate represents hatred, and this fate represents hatred as deep as the sea, because the Buddha once wanted to harm himself.

Han Xian's eyes were still staring, and he couldn't explain, so he naturally didn't give up.

"Donor, aren't you still alive?"

This sound came out of the mouth of the Buddha of the monk Yizen, is it because he wants to use this sound of understatement, to erase the past from seeing death without saving, it's too casual.

Know that you're almost dead.

Han Xian's eyes were still staring, and his expression was still saying that he was not satisfied, but his eyes did find something else in the eyes of the divine monk.

That's a soft smile, that's the real Bracket.

He has saved himself many times, that is too many times, if it weren't for his many shots, then he would have been cold to ashes now.

As for not saving him when he saw death that time, isn't he still alive now?

There is this, too enough.

"Hehe~~. ”

People are fickle.

It was a smile, it was a smile enlarged on Han Xian's face, his face was immediately modest, his hands were naturally folded on his chest, and he bowed his head very respectfully and said, "Meet the monk." ”

"Amitabha, good, good, the donor can get out of the troubles of the past, it should be gratifying. ”

The monks should naturally be secretly happy, because Han Xian's chorten visit represents the forgetting of the past, maybe there is really extenuating circumstances, maybe there is really destiny in the dark.

"Huh. ”

Han first smiled awkwardly and didn't stop laughing, and then whispered to Yichan: "Monk, may I ask where this is?"

A Zen monk smiled slightly and said, "Here, Fanhua Temple." ”

"Fanhua Temple?"

Han Xian's eyes narrowed and his mind was foggy, what kind of place is this, he has never heard of the name 'Fanhua Temple'.

But now that I've heard about it, it's off the point.

Han Xianzai asked, "I don't know if the master knows how I came here?"

The implication of this question should be to say, is it the monk who led me here?

"Amitabha. ”

People who have been chanting Buddha all year round have recited Buddha again, and their faces are still smiling in silence, but fortunately, this smile is not a cover for shirking: "Donor, you came by yourself, Fanhua Temple is open for people who are destined for Buddhism." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

laughed, Han Xian almost laughed speechlessly, and laughed in his heart: "I don't dare to have a relationship with the Buddha, God knows if I will be cheated once." ”

"Donor, you and I please enter the temple for a while" a Zen way.

Han Xian nodded and said, "Okay, the monk will invite you first." ”

People are not evasive, a Zen monk is leading the way for Han Xian, and when he walked into the mountain, Han Xian asked casually: "What are these trees?"

"In front of the Buddha is the Bodhi tree. ”

"Uh~~. ”

Han Xian couldn't help but twitch, in the ordinary, he had never even seen a single Bodhi leaf, but at this moment, it was indeed one after another, forming mountains and tombs.

"When did the Bodhi Tree become so worthless?" Han Xian asked in a low heart.

If Han Xian could know the time when the gate of Fanhua Temple was opened, he would definitely not be surprised by the endless Bodhi trees.

This Fanhua Temple was left by the Buddha, and this Bodhi was the seed left at that time.

How long has the Buddha existed, and when was the Buddha born?

No one knows.

Knowing the tree, he would pay attention to the grass on the ground, and he asked again without depth: "Monk, I don't know what kind of magic this grass is, it feels so clean." ”

"Hehe, the donor praised it, it's the other side of the flower. ”

The monk's words were not modestly expressing praise and laughter to Han Xian, but in disguise: "Donor, you are wrong, that is not grass, it is a rare flower in the world." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian also laughed, but his face was a little red when he smiled, this time he didn't dare to speak nonsense, his eyes moved forward, and he walked towards the mountain gate under his feet.

The first ancient temple left by the Buddha is indeed not as magnificent as imagined in the mind, this mountain gate can be praised except for the Bodhi tree and the flowers on the other side can support a little table, and the others can be praised is too little.

However, more importantly, Han Xian didn't dare to ask casually.

God knows what kind of amazing species you're stepping on under your feet.

The road is at the foot, and the mountain gate is in front of you.