Daqianguo, Dingkang City.

A baby croaks to the ground.

"Autumn girl, congratulations, it's a handle. Wen Po wrapped the baby in a white cloth and placed it next to the woman who had just finished giving birth.

The woman opened her eyes weakly, looked at the baby, and smiled.

A tear slid down his face.

.......

The front yard of Lanruo Temple, next to the prayer pool.

"Master, take this poor child.

His father was sent to a prison cell because he had an argument with someone and killed someone by mistake.

His mother also died when he was born.

This has no relatives and no reason, and I don't have a few years to live with my wife, so I can't take care of him.

Look at ......," said the woman who delivered the baby, holding the baby, to the old monk of the prayer pool.

The old monk looked at the baby in Wen Po's arms, folded his hands, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Amitabha, sin, sin."

Leave this child to the old man. ”

Wen Po carefully handed the baby to the old monk, then pursed her lips and took off the purse around her waist.

When I opened the purse, I saw that there were just two pieces of money in it.

Wen Po untied the usual rope of money, took out ten copper plates from it, pinched it in the palm of her hand, and handed the rest of the money out.

"The master is merciful, the old woman has saved some money recently, and the master took it to add some sesame oil to the Buddha. ”

The old monk stretched out his hand to block the money handed over by Wen Po, and shook his head, "The donor is kind-hearted, and I believe that the Buddha will bless you."

The money is not needed, what the Buddha lacks is not sesame oil, but sincere believers. ”

Wen Po was a little anxious, "This.... The old woman has worshiped the Buddha for more than 20 years, and her legs and feet have been inconvenient in recent years. ”

"Amitabha, in this case, the donor might as well give the ten copper plates to the old monk, and the old monk will chant in front of the Buddha for ten days. ”

Seeing that the old monk insisted on not having so much money, Wen Po nodded and handed the ten copper plates in the heart of the handboard to the old monk.

Then he bowed to all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lanruo Temple alone before leaving.

.........

Time flies.

Although the old monk looked dying, he was actually a Buddhist monk in the empty and lonely realm of Lanruo Temple, and his Dharma name was lifeless.

Compared with the people of the Xiuzhen sect, when they reach the Mahayana period, they will ascend to the tribulation and ascend, and they will be able to become immortals by going to the Heavenly Court Washing Immortal Pool.

It is too difficult for Buddhism to become a Buddha.

Even most of the monks in Buddhism don't know how to become a Buddha.

Of course, after the empty realm, there will also be a catastrophe.

It's just that after the tribulation, you have to go to the Western Heavens, walk in the Eight Treasures Meritorious Pool, and become an Arhat.

The baby grew up in Lanruo Monastery since he was a child, and he has been a little monk since the day he became sensible, and his Dharma name is withered ginseng, and he eats and lives with other monks without the slightest privilege.

After the withered ginseng became an adult, he may have inadvertently passed the test of the old monk and passed the method of cultivation.

Although the incense is vigorous in Lanruo Temple, the dried ginseng rarely goes to the front yard, and most of the time is done in the backyard, so that there are no distractions.

The heart is free of dust, and the practice can be described as a thousand miles in a day.

After that, several eminent monks in the temple left one after another and went to the western heavens.

Until one day, the dry ginseng, who had been promoted to the Hinayana realm, heard the unconscious abbot say that he would never have a chance to become a Buddha in the future, and he would not be able to go to the Western Heavens.

The specific reason, the abbot did not tell.

It didn't take long for the eight-legged golden-scaled centipede clan to invade Daqian, and all the Buddhist monks of Lanruo Temple participated in the battle, and almost half of them died.

Dry ginseng also participated in that battle, which can only be described as tragic.

This is also the first time that the withered ginseng has seen how strong the demon clan outside of Da Qian is, and this eight-legged golden-scaled centipede clan is still a small clan, and it was driven over by other demon clans.

Speaking of which, Lanruo Temple suffered the least loss in that battle, because it participated in the war late, so fewer people died than other sects.

And the abbot of Wujue also captured the young patriarch of the eight-legged golden-scaled centipede clan and brought him back to Lanruo Temple to use Buddhism.

After all, centipedes also have another name: Celestial Dragon.

It is estimated that it will only take two hundred years to live, and Lanruo Temple will have one more Buddhist protector dragon.

But, I don't know what happened, but shortly after the battle, the abbot locked himself in a meditation room and retreated for fifty years.

After I got out of customs, everything changed.

Everyone at Lanruo Temple has changed.

Start doing outrageous things.

The withered ginseng also spoke and persuaded him, but the price was that he was sealed by the abbot of Wujue and cultivated and soaked in the manure tank for eight years.

Since then, whenever he wants to stop it, he will think of the cold and hideous face of the unconscious abbot in private, and retreat.

The corpse under the old locust tree rotted stubble after stubble, and the soil was turned over and over, fertile and black.

One day, Lanruo Temple welcomed a special pilgrim.

The Nie prefect of Ancheng, who had retired from his post and returned to seclusion, passed through here with his family and came to worship the Buddha and burn incense.

On that day, Lanruo Temple closed the temple and refused to offer incense to other pilgrims.

Nie Zhifu is already over sixty years old, his temples are gray, but he is full of energy, and the whole person is not angry and arrogant.

Most of the monks of Wujue and Lanruo Monastery followed the introduction all the way.

Dry ginseng has no interest in this, and he sweeps the ground in the backyard alone, realizing his heart from the ordinary, and preparing for the promotion to the Yuanjue realm.

Maybe it's because of the changes in the abbot and Lanruo Temple, or because of the eight years of humiliation.

Dry ginseng felt that his state of mind could not be improved in the slightest.

And every time I meditate for a while, I can't help but think of my unconscious face and the scene in the cesspool.

My heart is in turmoil.

Since he became a Buddhist monk, his state of mind has always increased faster than his cultivation.

According to the current state of mind of the withered ginseng, as long as the Buddha power keeps up, it is no problem to break through to the realm of enlightenment.

But the state of mind cultivation of the Yuanjue Realm, the withered ginseng has no clue.

I'm afraid that when I am promoted to the Yuanjue realm, my state of mind and cultivation will stagnate.

If you want to stop the unconscious abbot, you need the strength of the Void Realm.

"Amitabha, master, what should the apprentice do? Kushen muttered, recalling what the monk had said the night before he left, calling himself to the meditation room.

"Amitabha, withered ginseng, as a teacher, has always kept you away from the red dust, that is, to make your heart carefree, unsullied and endless.

If your cultivation stagnates one day, that is when you should refine your heart.

If you haven't tasted the joys and sorrows of the world, how can you understand your own heart, and if you haven't entered the world, how can you become a monk.

I want to give you four words for the teacher, do you know which four words. ”

"Amitabha, master, don't be righteous, let go. Dry ginseng replied.

I saw that the Wusheng monk shook his head, touched the bald head of the withered ginseng, and said softly: "Face, solve."

If you don't face it, how can you face your own heart.

If you don't solve it, why not put it down.

Buddhism pays attention to the word cause and effect.

Facing up to the cause and letting go of the effect is an escape.

Facing the cause and solving the effect, this is the end.

Cause and effect exist in the heart, there is no escape, only end.

Only then can we be consummated and enlightened. ”

"Perfection, enlightenment, and ...... enlightenment" The withered ginseng who swept the ground smiled slightly, but he realized the way forward.

Then his brow furrowed again.

His own cause and effect is in the abbot of unconsciousness, and only by ending the cause and effect can he comprehend the true meaning of Yuanjue, and there is the possibility of promoting to the realm of emptiness.

But if you haven't been promoted to the Empty Silence Realm, how can you end up with cause and effect?

"You are a monk, you don't talk about it, you will laugh and be annoyed for a while, what are you thinking, can you tell this girl. ”