By the river, a young man and an old monk sat and discussed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The boy is ashamed and doesn't know how to call the master?" Left Night is full of questions, if this is a branch of the river of time, the river of years, connecting the sea of moments and the constant sky. So why did he come here, and who guided him, could it be this Buddhist monk?

"The poor monk Futi, living in the Buddha realm of the bright Bodhi Heaven, nine million years here waiting for the destined people. The poor monk knows all the confusion in your heart, why don't I tell a story to the little benefactor? ”

"Master, it's okay to speak, kid listen."

Zuo Ye only heard the name of 'Futi Monk' and was quite familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen it. But when I heard that the old monk had lived in the Buddha realm for a day, I thought that he had already become a Buddha and a saint.

"840 million years, there are madmen in the world who crisscross the chaotic heavens, the gods are not afraid, and the demons are not shocked. The Lord of the Time Desire Realm, the Heavenly Demon Bo, broke through the Dao Seal of the Six Realms and caused chaos in the Great Guangde Heaven Thousand Domains. coincided with the appearance of the madman, Bo Xun rampantly provoked, angered the madman, and cut a slash to destroy the eight wildernesses. Bo Xun was horrified, and fled back to him in panic. The madman is indulging, chasing the world of desire, breaking the virtual world, slaughtering millions of people in anger, and the demon king is afraid of it, and he is competing without a king. Later, there was a Buddha outside the city of Yan Futi who met a madman in the world, and the Buddha could not bear to be ruined, so he discussed the Tao with him, and distinguished the six ways of life and death. ”

The madman asked, "Is there reincarnation in the world?" ”

The Buddha said: "Becoming and dwelling, destroying and emptiness is creation, and birth, old age, sickness and death are reincarnation." ”

The madman laughed: "Is there anyone who does not fall into reincarnation?" ”

The Buddha smiled back: "Self-attachment is immortal, and everyone in the world can not fall into reincarnation." ”

The madman suddenly became furious: "Gong Shen Chaos, Dao Palm Reincarnation, Body to Hongmeng, Heaven and Heaven." Under the immeasurable calamity, the way of heaven can also be overturned, and the gods and Buddhas can be destroyed, if there is really reincarnation in the world, why don't you see me suffering from the eight tribulations and the darkness is difficult to collect"

The years passed slowly, and the monk Futi paused, and asked about the supreme demeanor of the madman in the story, as if he was there.

"Little benefactor, if you are the Buddha, how should you respond?"

Zuo Ye suddenly came back to his senses, heard the question of the monk, and then pondered and turned silent for a while.

"Reincarnation is absent-minded, and my life is up to me." I don't know who preached, and a vague picture appeared in my mind and disappeared in an instant. Zuo Ye was like being struck by lightning, and he read it unconsciously.

The essence in the eyes of the floating monk flashed, but it disappeared in an instant.

"After thousands of eons, the little monk congratulates the benefactor." In the middle of his words, the Futi monk got up and bowed respectfully to the left night.

Zuo Ye was shocked and ashamed. Unexpectedly, the Futi monk moved very quickly, and Zuo Ye just wanted to dodge when he saw him sit down again. He said to him with a smile in his eyebrows: "Do you want to know how the Buddha answered?" ”

Zuo Ye couldn't figure out the situation, so he simply let it go and asked the master to continue.

"The madman was furious, and ten thousand thunders sealed the heavens and the earth, and robbed millions of miles. The golden body of the Buddha shines brightly, and the wind smiles lightly and does not say a word. ”

It turns out that if you don't answer, you will answer in one place.

"And then?" When the monk said this, he fell into a state of nothingness, and the white mist covered his whole body. Zuo Ye didn't want to bother, but he desperately wanted to get the final answer.

"Later?" The old monk suddenly came back to his senses and said: "Later, the madman made a covenant with the Buddha, and the madman went away in a hurry, and the Buddha went without a trace. After talking about the Tao here, three hundred years have passed in the world, and the city of Yanfuti has been saved from the scourge of slaughter, immeasurable merit, Amitabha. ”

Finally, the monk folded his hands and said the Buddha's name.

After listening to the story, Zuo Ye seemed to have an understanding.

"Master, does this story relate to my situation?"

Hearing this, the monk was generous, pointed to the flowing river of time and said: "The deceased is like this, the past should be the past, and the answer to the doubts in the heart of the little benefactor is actually there." ”

Left night Shunfu monk pointed out, came to the river of the years, leaned over to see the river water is clear, see the hearts of the people.

River water soup soup, Xuanqi creation, left night to scoop a handful of water, drink it all.

There are always times when you are comfortable in the past, and you can drink the years and remember the past. The entrance of the river is dull and tasteless, and the fragments of memory that I can't remember turn into a curtain, connecting the bits and pieces of seventeen years.

The young master of the world, the six realms of martial arts, the battle of the royal city, the alliance of the emperor, the ghost world, the gods, the land forgetting, the ancient nee desolate heaven......

"Who was I before I was born, and who I was when I was born. Who is it when you come and you are happy and sad when you go, and who is it with tears and hazy?"

The memories of the past have returned, but at the same time, there is endless sadness and pain. Zuo Ye's whole body trembled, his clenched fists rattled, and his grief and anger were inexplicable.

"The monk of Zhaozhou once asked: How to know the meaning of the ancestor from the west? The teacher said: The cypress tree in front of the court. Said: Don't show people in the realm? The teacher said: I don't show the realm to others. Said: How is it from the West? The teacher said: The cypress tree in front of the court, "the floating monk walked slowly, and the Buddha in his mouth came easily." When Zuo Ye's mood gradually calmed down, he smiled and recited a Zen poem:

Because the monk asked me what I meant from the west, I didn't remember the year when I lived in the mountain;

The grass shoes are only planted with three ears, and Mai has mended two shoulders.

Every time you see snow in the east hermitage, the lower stream flows up the stream;

After the white clouds dissipated in the middle of the night, a bright moon came to the bed.

Inspired by the holy spirit, the wonderful meaning of flowers, in the place of the abbot at the foot of the floating monk, the barren world gradually emerges with vitality, the grass sprouts, the trees become forests, the flowers bloom and fall, and the situation is colorful. Between thoughts, the left night was brought into the mirage of Supo by the floating monks, and occasionally heard Guangle Zen singing, as if there were heavenly maidens scattering flowers, the glory of the heavens was everbright, all beings were carefree and happy, becoming and living in the bad emptiness, migrating and changing, and the cycle was endless.

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Ye opened his eyes, his expression returned to calm, and a pair of clear eyes had a look of coldness, like a piece of glass, but people couldn't see through it.

The monk smiled and asked, "Has the little benefactor understood?" ”

Zuo Ye sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands on his cheeks, and frowned slightly as if he was organizing language: "The sword has two edges, and the road has ten thousand paths." There are few people in the world who do not fall into reincarnation, the Buddha said: all sentient beings are suffering, and in the eyes of the madman, since all sentient beings are suffering, then they are beyond sentient beings, just like the law of the world, crossing others can also cross themselves. Heaven and earth can trap sentient beings, then shatter the void and void, chaos still needs reincarnation, then destroy chaos, all kinds of calamities and tribulations are the price and test of becoming immortals and saints......"

Zuo Ye's voice stopped abruptly, and he fell into deep thought. Originally, he thought that he had straightened out his thoughts, but it was like a labyrinth, and the deeper he sank into the left night, the heavier the obstacle became.

"Is the Zen machine of the Madman and the Buddha really that simple?" This is the thought that flashed in Zuo Ye's heart for a moment.

The monk didn't say a word, watching Zuo Ye fall into deep thought again and again, he didn't intend to point out the maze.

In this life, he has only experienced more than ten years, even if he has peerless talent and vicissitudes of experience, he can cultivate the truth for a long time, and some things should be let slowly ferment and take root. When the time comes, everything will start as it comes, and it will naturally be obtained. Now it is inevitable that it will be too hasty to uncover it, and it will encourage the seedlings to grow.

Regardless of cause and effect, in fact, the answer to everything is as early as Zuo Ye's sentence: Reincarnation is in the absent-minded way, and my fate is determined by me and not by heaven.

Bang!

Outside the mirage, a sudden thunder dance woke Zuo Ye up.

"What is this?" I saw that outside the illusion, the immeasurable calamity qi gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the majestic tribulation thunder turned into an ink-colored demon dragon, and the hideous minions tore apart the mirage sedum, and the flowers, plants, trees, and stones in the mirage quickly decayed and withered after being contaminated with the calamity qi.

Zuo Ye has experienced the strongest heavenly punishment and has never had such mood fluctuations, so he saw the Futi monk clasping his hands together, and chanted 'Amitabha Buddha', the magnificent Buddha light shines on the three worlds of the ten directions, even if the heavenly calamity is overwhelming, it is helpless.

"Don't worry, little donor, this calamity has chased me all over the world, and now the frequent luck of the Buddha power has attracted it." The monk said lightly, but Zuo Ye couldn't be at ease. The Buddha monk used the power of the Buddha to relieve his misfortune, but he found a fate for himself.

The Futi monk had insight into people's hearts, so he explained: "In the past, he planted the cause, and he got the fruit, and the little benefactor didn't have to mind." After the solemn tribulation, the calamity is just a stone to polish the Buddha's heart, but the poor monk will eventually complete the destiny of heaven. Now it's going to be handed over to the little benefactor. ”

After the monk finished speaking, he solemnly bowed again.

Zuo Ye hurriedly supported the old monk and said: "The master saved me in Weimo, if there is something to entrust, the kid will never give up, but he will never be able to worship you." ”

The Futi monk was not rigid, but replied with a smile: "The universe is desolate, and hundreds of millions of dollars are wasted. The mercy of the little benefactor is immeasurable. ”

was praised inexplicably by the old monk, and Zuo Ye was rarely shy and scratched the back of his head. Outside the illusion, the catastrophe was raging, and I saw that the monk in Futi had a whole expression, and solemnly entrusted: "Little donor, the Jade Bodhi Bright Dharma is the supreme method of the Bright Bodhi Heaven, and it is also the symbol of the Bodhi Heaven. One day, the poor monk hoped that the little benefactor would go to Bodhi Tianyun Sheng Tianfeng Platform to make a move and obtain the Dharma Protector Ming King. ”

The old monk was really speechless, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a bombshell came. Zuo Ye had the heart to refuse, and it was good to say that it was better to prove the Dharma Protector Ming King, that is the Buddha Realm Bright Bodhi Heaven, listening to this meaning is by no means a place that can be compared to the dust world, the strong are like clouds, and the Buddha is like jade, he originally cultivated the Tao and the Demon Twin Method, but now he has entered to make up for his own injuries, and he has cultivated the Buddhist Method, so go to the Buddhist holy land and declare that he is their Protector Ming King, what is the difference between looking for death.

The monk saw Zuo Ye's scruples and explained his confusion: "The heavenly way is high and should be looked up, and the ten thousand ways should be bowed down. It doesn't hurt for the little donor, and one day the destiny will come, and it will guide you on the road ahead. ”

Everyone has said so, what else can Zuo Ye say. What's more, his gratitude to the Futi monk even if it puts him on the same level as the entire Buddhist sect.

Reading the decision from Zuo Ye's eyes, the Futi monk knew that he had agreed.

"In addition, there are three things that must be entrusted to the small benefactor."

"Master say, I can stand it!"

"The first is to ask the little donor to find a successor for the Bright Bodhi Heaven to protect it." It is true that with Zuo Ye's current cultivation, let alone protecting the path for him, it is difficult to find someone to protect the way for himself, but since the promise of leaving a life has been agreed, this request is nothing.

"Ten thousand years ago, the incarnation of the poor monk once suppressed a demon lord in the demon world, sealing it in the Wufu realm of the wrath of the god mountain range, a long time ago I deduced with the secret method of cause and effect, within a thousand years the demon lord will break through the seal, calamity to the heavens, then most of this calamity will be in the body of the light Bodhi heir."

"So I'm also possible?" In fact, Zuo Ye regretted it when he spoke, because the old monk's expression was undoubtedly saying to him, "The young man is good, you guessed right." ”