Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a little monk in the temple.

Once upon a time there was a village, and there was a family in the village, and there was a young man in the house.

The young man loved someone he shouldn't love, said things he shouldn't say, expressed emotions that shouldn't be expressed, he was a sinner, blocking the way for the temple to develop, ending the future of the little monk, and ruining the reputation of the village.

There is a master who pinched his fingers and calculated, the young man Lang Tiansha Lone Star, Ke Father and Mother Ke relatives, Ke Punk friends can be neighbors, if you want to protect yourself, you need to use mortal fire to burn him for three days and three nights, burn away the life of Tiansha Lone Star, burn away the young man's hatred of the world, and let him reincarnate as a good family in the next life.

Some people doubted, but more people were still willing to believe the master's compassionate words, and mobilized relatives and friends to persuade the young man's family to put the young man on the fire, and the fire was in full swing.

Ah, all the disasters have burned down, and everything in the village is safe. Is that really the case? No, it's just the security of people's hearts, and they all live in their own hearts.

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When Li Qingming came to the village, it happened to be raining heavily, and he only had time to see a small handful of black ashes. That young man is gone.

The marriage line in the palm of the palm is still there, but it is broken from the middle, and the monk squatted on the ground for a long time, ignoring the bigger and bigger fish, sitting on the ground, and reciting the mantra for the young man.

The sky is getting more and more gloomy, like a big lead lump pressing on people's hearts, huge raindrops smashing on the body and hurting, whistling like a sharp sword trying to pierce everyone's body. Zhang Beibei took out a huge sun umbrella and opened it, held it on top of Li Qingming's head with one hand to protect him from the rain, leaned over and held him in his arms to warm him, and took the time to look at the monk sitting on the ground, and said, "What should I do." ”

In this tragic atmosphere, a fancy sun umbrella pops up, which is really unsightly. Fortunately, this is not written, and all kinds of details are needed to set off the atmosphere and make the scene more tragic to resonate with the reader. It is precisely because this is reality that Li Qingming does not have to get drenched in the rain in order to set off the atmosphere, he can stand under the sun umbrella and help the monk block the rain by the way.

The mantra of the past life was recited over and over again, but the young man who had turned into ashes had long since disappeared, that is, what was the use of reciting it many times, it was useless, it was just his psychological comfort. There was no sadness or joy on the monk's face, and he kept reading and chanting, knowing that it was dark and bright.

Finally, someone in the village saw the monk sitting on the ground, the other party was a middle-aged man, he saluted the little monk, and said respectfully: "Little master." ”

Slowly standing up and saluting the middle-aged man, the little monk turned his head to look at Li Qingming, the confusion and simplicity in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by the vicissitudes of life that did not meet his age. This incident made him have to grow, as if he had changed a person overnight, he respectfully saluted Li Qingming, and took the initiative to say: "I want to go to the mountain to see the master, and I will leave." ”

Watching the monk's thin figure slowly disappear, Li Qingming sighed.

The rain stopped, the sun came out from behind the clouds, the air was new, and people were smiling happily, who could have thought what the rain had washed away?

Putting away the sun umbrella and carefully putting it away, Zhang Beibei looked up at the sun and said in disgust: "Today's sun is not very good." Boss, let's just go back?" "Every time I went out before, I would either encounter a vicious fight, or I would encounter a lot of things, why was it so calm this time?"

Looking up at the towering mountain not far away, Li Qingming shook his head and said, "No, let's go up the mountain and have a look." ”

The stairs are paved with bluestone, some places are covered with moss, some places are unusually smooth due to long pedaling, and some places are deliberately carved stripes to prevent others from slipping. There is a young monk with a broom to clean the steps outside, and when he meets outsiders who go up the mountain, he will salute.

Dong Dong Dong ran in front of Li Qingming, bent down by himself, Zhang Beibei patted his ass and said, "Boss, come up, I'll carry you." ”

Shaking his head slightly, Li Qingming bent down slightly and grabbed Zhang Beibei's hand and said, "This is an important place for Buddhism, and I want to walk up the steps by myself." "He was born with a yin body, and he couldn't enter a place like a temple where the Buddha's light shines, not to mention that there are rumors that there are also eminent monks here, I'm afraid that when I see him, I will think that he is a ghost. However, he can pretend to be a tiger, stand next to Zhang Beibei to hide the aura in his body, and successfully pass the test.

Ascending the steps little by little, Li Qingming glanced at the high gate and said, "Let's hurry up." ”

"Okay. Zhang Beibei still looked very relaxed, and he took Li Qingming's hand to lead the way in front.

Entering the temple, Li Qingming looked left and right, amazed by the scale of this place, and surprised by the strong atmosphere of Buddhism here. Subconsciously avoiding the place where there were people, Li Qingming walked along the path where there was no one, I don't know how long he walked, the environment was very unfamiliar, and then he heard a voice.

"Forget the dust, do you have any insights when you come back this time?" said the old monk with a smile.

"He died for me, does the master know why there is such a result? The master often says that there is a cause to have an effect, so is his death because of my cause?" the monk said respectfully, "I went down the mountain this time to find the best of both worlds, and I hope we can all have a good ending." He is not talented in vain, and he is familiar with the art of physiognomy, although he has a bad fate, it is not the fate of an early death......"

It was precisely because he had seen the face of the young man that the monk knew that his death was entirely because of him.

The old monk was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Forget the dust, this time you will follow the master to concentrate on cultivation, don't think about anything else." ”

Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei stood in a very clever position, he could see the monk's face, but the other party could not see them. He clearly saw the struggling emotions flashing in the monk's eyes, his eyes were getting cold little by little, when the old monk looked left and said that he never said anything about the young man, he closed his eyes, as if he had decided something, and then looked at the old monk There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and there was no respect.

He took a step back slightly, looked at the old monk and said, "The master said that the family does not speak, I used to believe it, but now I don't believe it." I once heard the master say that letting me go to the bottom of the mountain to sweep the steps was to train me, and by the way, let me realize the Dharma, and then the master asked me to go to the world to find opportunities, also to solve the problems I was facing. Before going up the mountain, I thought what the master said was true, but I didn't expect it...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

Looking at the little monk with a complicated expression, the old monk lamented: "With your cleverness, I naturally can't hide it from you." What you said is indeed right, letting you enter the world is just to separate you, the abbot thinks that you are extremely talented, so he wants to cut off the fate of the earth for you...... You grew up under my watch, and the master will have one last word to you here...... A master has already told your fortune for you, saying that you have no relationship with the temple, and it is not appropriate to force you to stay after all, but you are extremely talented......"

The old monk stretched out his hand to the little monk and tried to pat his hand, but the little monk retreated, and he couldn't shoot it, so he looked at him with a smile, "That kid was set on fire by me personally, so I have long thought about sitting down when you come back, and use my decades of Taoism to resolve your grudges." Forget the dust, don't let down the master's hard work. ”

He knew that the little monk was smart, but his decades of life experience were not in vain, so he thought of using his death to appease the little monk's resentment, and also used himself as a line to implicate the little monk and the temple. Who said that the four major members of the family are empty, it's just that they haven't encountered anything that makes them take action, and they also have selfishness, terrible selfishness.

"It's amazing. Hearing the old monk's words, Zhang Beibei said unceremoniously. In this two hundred and five's opinion, death is not so easy, Mr. Guan who met him before, it was not easy to kill him, and the head of the family is also very tenacious, but thinking of an elder of the Li family who died easily, two hundred and five hesitated again, looked at Li Qingming cautiously, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what is sitting?"

"That's something that only a monk can do. "The specific Li Qingming can't say it well, and he hasn't seen it with his own eyes, he himself belongs to Taoism, and the talisman techniques he has mastered are also inseparable from Taoism, and Buddhism is two factions that have nothing to do with each other.

The monk looked at the old monk and sat down cross-legged in front of him. There is still mud on his robe, and it is still wet in some places, and even has mud spots on his face, but compared to the clean old monk, his own temperament is pure and free of impurities, he closed his eyes and began to say his feelings. "Dust is not dust, soil is not earth, dreams are not dreams, flowers are not flowers, karma is in the body, karma is in the body......"

"Forget the dust and never forget the dust, and enter the WTO without joining the ......"

“…… Now with my body, I will lead to thousands of karmic obstacles. ”

The monk's name is Forget Chen, which is the name given to him by the old monk, who wants him to forget his earthly feelings and devote himself to the Buddha. However, the monk has a pink face and peach blossoms, and his eyes are full of red dust, he should not have stayed in the temple, even if he was forcibly stayed, it only added to the resentment in his heart. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old monk and said the last sentence, "Master, if you continue to persevere, your Buddha will be nothing more than that." ”

The old monk was shocked, looking at the blood-colored Shura Sea faintly rising behind the little monk, he muttered: "I have been practicing for the teacher for decades, but I have drilled the tip of the horns......" He smiled kindly, and then closed his eyes. A wisp of wind struck, with a small flame, sticking to the old monk's body and igniting his clothes, followed by a burst of fire.

"He's in a spell. Li Qingming said softly, "There is a red mark on the center of his eyebrows...... He used his body to ignite the karma of the Shura Sea, and wanted to repay the young man instead of the temple. The old monk was enlightened before he died, instead of forgetting the dust and burning himself, that little spark was made out of nothing, the breeze was born without wind, and the old monk was also considered a success. ”

A big question mark popped up on his head, Zhang Beibei looked at the burning old monk, then at the little monk, and asked, "Boss, what are you talking about, I don't understand." ”

"You don't need to understand. Li Qingming said softly, "When he finishes burning, let's go over and take a look, there should be relics." If this temple does such a thing, the old monk will repay it with his own life, and he may be able to save the temple's luck for decades, but I am afraid that Wangchen will leave...... "I don't know if the abbot and elders of the temple thought of such consequences when they decided on that matter."

When the old monk finished burning, Zhang Beibei ran over and picked up a relic, which was not very big and very moist. At the moment of his death, he had a great understanding, and only then did he have a relic left, and if he had sat on the spot before, he would definitely have nothing.

The monk was not surprised by Li Qingming's appearance, he stood up and saluted, and a little red vertical mark on his eyebrows still remained there, which made him feel a little angry.

Watching him slowly walk away, Li Qingming asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wherever he goes, I go. The monk said without a beginning or an end.

At this moment, someone finally appeared, a group of young monks quickly ran in and surrounded everyone in the center, and the last gray-bearded monk slowly approached, he looked at the appearance of forgetting dust, sighed and said, "Amitabha." He turned his head to look at Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei, closed his eyes and said, "Two donors, can you take a step to speak." 166 Reading Network