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I succeeded, I succeeded in appearing here, the face of this great Buddha was conquered by myself, and I successfully trampled him under my feet.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughing, people laugh in crying.

I successfully appeared on the three steps, but success is not the spine, legs and feet, but the kneeling of the knees, the bending of the spine.

The head nodded to the ground, but it was silent, and not even a trace of air was disturbed.

Tears were sprinkled on the ground, flesh and blood, and even the air that was an innocent bystander felt a little sad for Han Xian, the person who fell in front of the Buddha Hall.

The air is cold, what does it hurt?

It is using its own pain to tell Han Xian's homelessness.

The people who are wandering outside are like the cold air, the same with the wind, the same don't know where they are sent by the wind, and Han Xian, who is in front of the Buddha hall at this moment, is not like this.

Do you want to come here on your own?

I never thought that what I could know was that I woke up from a dream and was already in front of the Buddha's mountain gate, and I wanted to come to the road to the west.

Who arranged it?

Q: Who arranged all this?

Is it Weishan's 'Heqing' who has died into air?

Han Xian cried and laughed, and even the tears that fell on the ground with a sad voice knew that he was not arranged by him, so who arranged him?

Who is it?

It arranged for itself to come out of the warm place of Yunshan, and it was it who arranged for itself to leave its homeland.

It's it, it's all it teases.

Whether it is its own joy or its own sorrow, everything is from its hands, and at this moment it must be laughing and crying at the side.

It is because of it that I have a home that I can't go back to.

It is because of it that I will not have a home.

It is precisely because of it that the 'I'm back' of his own voice can only come from the tears of a dream, and this voice has become a source of ridicule in the air.

He should be blamed for all his wandering.

Who is it?

The tears sprinkled on the ground are asking if they know with their sad eyes, and the tears are asking if the heart knows it, and the heart is asking if the head of the ground knows?

Who is it?

Han Xian wanted to know, his tears were asking for Buddha, his eyes were sad and he was seeking Buddha, his head was even more like asking for Buddha, and his heart was still talking to himself.

Pray for Buddha to tell you that asking for Buddha can help you get rid of it.

With tears in his eyes and heart, he asked, 'Great Buddha, have you ever heard my appeal?' ’

The Buddha hears everything, but the Buddha's compassion is more like ignoring everything.

The Buddha is outside the red dust, how can Han Xian, who is in the red dust, get what he wants from him, and Han Xian, who is a manly man, really doesn't know who the pusher in the dark is?

"Hehe~~!"

This person who was crying and laughing knew 10,000 in his heart, and 100,000 in his heart knew that he was manipulated by someone to push him out of Yunshan, and who forced him to embark on the road to the west to start the water source.

Who is it?

Who else can it be, and who else can it be besides fate!

It is the only one that can be in the invisible darkness, all the sorrow under the cunning arrangement, and it can be mixed with the slightest wisp of joy.

It is even more it, telling yourself that in the midst of sorrow, you should be strong and not give up.

Or it, tell yourself that you should indulge in joy in joy, because in the next second, there will be sorrow born from joy, which is destined in the dark.

Han Xian, you can't run.

Can't run?

This person who is crying for the Buddha and homesick in joy should be asking the Buddha to help him transcend the arrangement of fate, and to help him help him get rid of the shackles of the wind.

You can be air, but you want to be that unrestrained air.

Seek yourself to be like air, you can appear anywhere at will.

My first stop will definitely be 'Yunshan,' and there are smiling faces, mother's kind smiles, father's kind smiles, and relatives' smiles.

Pray for yourself to stay there for a long, long time.

But now, under the minions of fate, he is not the air of his own decision, he is indeed as adrift as the air.

Question: Did the Buddha who was beyond the transcendent and red dust hear all this?

Have you heard my prayer again?

It's quiet and silent.

It was quiet here, as if it was just a vacuum world for Han Xian alone, and as for the Zen monk with his eyes closed at the bottom of the three steps at this moment, it was indeed like a dead stone sculpture.

No one will disturb the stone sculptures that have died.

There is no one who will disturb Han Xian's crying and smiling Buddha seekers.

There was no one around, no sound everywhere, as if the Buddha didn't hear Han Xian's appeal, he might not even have seen it simply.

"Did you hear that?"

Asking for no result, people are asking.

Suddenly, Han Xian, who was lying on the ground crying and rejoicing, suddenly stood up straight, and raised his palms and pointed angrily at the Buddha Hall in front of him, and the roar of his teeth was even more gurgling.

After asking thousands of times to no avail, the people became angry.

But Han Xian's anger really only lasted for an instant to blink an eye, the arm that raised his angry finger was trembling, and his already hazy eyes were surging with tears.

The head is lifted up, and the body is straightened, because it wants to see.

And this hazy eyes and trembling body should be because he has seen it.

What did Han Xian see?

What I saw was a pair of eyes, a face, to be exact, these eyes appeared on this face, but all this fell on the wandering heart, and it really became the color of two people.

Who are they?

Who will appear in Han Xian's eyes, in his heart.

"Huh. ”

Han Xian was laughing, and this laughter broke through the surging tears, even if he was still crying, he was crying with joy.

It turned out that what I saw in the village of Yunjiaao Bluestone Platform in Yunshan was not the coldness of the air, and what I saw was not the ruthlessness of the years.

They're all there.

Both of my parents are there.

The low wood was pushed away by itself, and they saw it, and their own 'I'm back' fell into their ears, and they were waiting for them in the warm hut.

The eyes are a mother's, and that is the kind gaze of a mother.

The face is the father's, and that is the father's kind face.

They are all waiting for themselves, they have been waiting for themselves, here today, I, Han Xian, have finally gone home, and I, Han Xian, can finally kneel in front of their knees.

Running.

The short distance between himself and his parents disappeared with the running of his feet.

People are in the ultimate joy, how flustered this running is, Han Xian didn't know how many times he fell down in a short time, and Han Xian didn't know how many times he got up.

The muddy people are stumbling, and the people are staggering closer and closer.

It's a short distance, but after Han Xian's unremitting efforts, they are not far away from him, look, I can see the bloodshot in my mother's kind eyes, and lo and behold, I can see the wrinkles on my father's kind face.

See.

As he got closer, Han's tear-blurred eyes could be seen clearly.

"Ah~~. ”

Roar.

See.

What I saw was like my mother's kind eyes, but this extreme image was not the real person in my heart, I saw a kind face like my father, but this extreme appearance was not really true.

They are all fake.

Kindness is not a mother's kindness.

Kindness is not the kindness of a father.

What's more, what I see is not two people, what I see is a face, who is he, he is the Buddha of compassion who always sits behind the green smoke.

I was deceived by watery eyes.

Pushing open the firewood, what I saw was the emptiness of the air, what I saw was the ruthlessness of the passage of time, and the voice that came out of my mouth 'returned' did not really come back.

Here and here.

This is no substitute for there.

It seems like the end of the world is forever apart.

was deceived, Han Xian knew that he had been deceived, but this knowing clearly did not let him stop stumbling.

Under the way of heaven, under the face of the Buddha, in front of the Buddha, the stumbling people are still stumbling.

People fall into the Buddha hall, and people crash into front of the Buddha.

And at this moment, Han Xian, who is in the Buddha hall, can't understand whether the embodiment is kneeling, prostrate, or lying down, but what he can know is that the person who does not change in his mouth should be begging.

Ask for a response to the 'I'm back'.

Pray that the sound of 'I'm back' is not lonely, that the way home can appear quietly in the morning fog dissipate, it can be bumpy.

Don't be afraid.

The people in front of the Buddha are praying that this way home can appear.

The children who traveled far away are seeking the Buddha outside the red dust.

Han Xian's face was mixed with dusty piety, but in his inner star map, there was indeed a sneer, and the demon knife was already itching with hatred in it.

This is the second time.

The first person stood kindly at the foot of the three steps at this moment, and there was no doubt that that time represented the failure of this demon sword, and he lost to the Buddha.

And this time.

It's ridiculous, that kind and kind hypocrite guy actually won more than half of Han Xian's body, and the only small half of himself was indeed in danger.

The ending is becoming clearer and clearer.

It seems that his defeat is about to be settled.

"Hmph. ”

The knife was missing, but the blood-colored blade snorted coldly, and whispered, "Joke, what can the Buddha who is beyond the red dust help you?"

This is asking.

But this question really didn't seem to fall on Han Xian's ears, and the prostrate body was still praying in a low voice.

The question is the question of the demon knife, and the answer is also the answer of the demon knife itself.

"Beyond the red dust?"

Sneer at.

After a short pause, the voice of the demon knife became a roar of anger, and he said, "Don't forget, your home, your father, and your mother are still in the red dust, where do you want to go, stupid fellow." ”

It's a roar.

But this roar from the demon knife and Han Xian are indeed from the two worlds, the roar of the demon knife is not for Han Xian to hear, it has never been for Han Xian to hear.

This sound is just the demon knife himself expressing his dissatisfaction with the Buddha.

That's all, as for Han Xian, the road has always been his own, he will always be fortunate to pass by, fate has arranged him, never himself.

Why should I be anxious about the detachment of others.

It used to be like this for a Zen monk, and now, it is the same indifference to Han Xian, the road has always been their own, how to go, they choose it themselves.

When we can't stand it, when we can leave, we don't have anything to do with it.

So ruthless.

Han Xian, who was curled up in front of the Buddha, was so cold, he was slowly sinking into the green smoke, and the great Buddha was approaching him with warmth.