The Iraqi government has captured the armed rebel leaders and several important leaders of the organization, and is currently further purging the rebels, and it will not end for a while.

Xu Chenyu's apostolic mission was also successfully completed because of this shocking change in Yi, and under Xu Xianghu's response, they have been hiding in the base area at present, and when the war in Iraq subsides, they can return to China after the ban on external traffic is lifted.

However, even Yi's ban couldn't stop Si Yiyan from leaving.

Si Yiyan did not return to the capital of country Z, but went to a place.

- Nepal!

- The Birthplace of Buddhism!

The prayer flags are floating, the stupas are lined up, and the Sanskrit singing is endless!

Si Yiyan walked up slowly, slightly damp stone brick steps, and climbed towards the ancient temple and Buddhist temple above the steps.

Along the stone path, through the incense hall, a quaint Bodhi in the backyard is quiet and beautiful.

Si Yiyan!

You came all the way from hell, butcher's knife in hand, bloodstained with blood, and you did sinister, why are you standing here at the end?

——Who has the first to realize the big dream, I know it in my life!

"Donor, why did you come here with a body full of killing?" The monk in a gray robe sat cross-legged and meditated, not frightened, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of gray soil precipitated for eternity, simple and deep.

The peaceful sound is like a Sanskrit sound.

When Si Yiyan arrived, he didn't even open his eyes.

Si Yiyan knelt on the yellow brocade cushion opposite the monk, put his hands together, and put them on his chest: "If the disciple has doubts, please ask the monk to solve my doubts." ”

The senior monk remained unmoved: "The poor monk remembers that he once understood the destiny of heaven for you twice, the first time was when you were five years old, and the second time was when you were eighteen years old. ”

The monk closed his eyes and counted the prayer beads in his hand, since Si Yiyan appeared to the present, he has never opened his eyes.

"Yes!"

Si Yiyan bowed his head slightly and replied.

The first time was when I was five years old, and the fate given by the master was that I was destined to be lonely and irresistible for the rest of my life.

The second time, he returned to country Z and met this master by chance, and he gave him two tips, one red and one white.

The red bag reads: Life and death are broad, and hell has no return!

The white bag reads: Standing alone, lonely and old!

"You are the reincarnated Buddha, reincarnated in the third life, you can achieve the right result, the Buddha path 108 eons, you have cultivated 107 eons, the last eons are the suffering eons, do not cross and do not perish, you should give up love. Lust is exhausted. The Tao can be seen. ”

"Dry bones, don't you still understand?"

The voice of the senior monk is like thunder and thought-provoking.

Si Yiyan said in a low voice: "When I see a beautiful woman, I am afraid that my heart will be tempted, and I hurriedly gouge out my eyes is a stupid act. Because the heart is the protagonist of temptation, the heart is not realized, and the dirt is inexhaustible. ”

What you see is a red face!

The mind is blinded and cannot be detached.

The monk opened his eyes with a slight sigh: "You now have the answer?" ”

Red and white tips.

The white one is a reincarnation!

The Buddha said that in reincarnation, if the mind moves, it will be a thousand years. Since I can no longer feel the feeling of heartbeat, my heart has been as calm as water, it is better to cut off the love thread and rely on my Buddha.

The red one is a catastrophe!

The Buddha said, "Great love." Those who do not see the Word. Lust is intertwined. The heart is turbid. Therefore there is no way.

"Naturally." From the moment he met Wen Wenya, he was the Shura butcher's knife, forever falling into the blood domain: "The Buddha said that five hundred times in the past life was exchanged for this life, and I am willing to look back thousands of times in exchange for life and death in this life." He paused, and continued for a while: "May I practice penance in three lifetimes, 107 tribulations of merit and Buddhahood, and be reborn in one life and forever fall into hell, and there is no way to transcend." ”

Buddha is practice, and demon is the demon of the heart!

Those who are demons in their hearts will fall into hell and will never come out!

Wen Wen Ya is the demon under his calamity!

The monk's eyebrows moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you know that the Buddha has 108 tribulations, and only the love tribulation is the most bitter?" ”

From love to worry, from love to fear!

At this time, he was deeply trapped in the horror of love, and he could not extricate himself.

Si Yiyan replied: "Life is originally a hardship in this life, and cultivation in the next life. ”

In his previous life, he was lonely and bitter!

In this life, he will be fulfilled in the end, and he will be happy!

"It is difficult for a doctor to heal the person who dies, and it is difficult for the Buddha to cross the person who has no fate, your Buddha fate is broken, and from then on Shura butcher's knife, hell suffers itself." The senior monk did not move, and slowly closed his eyes: "You go, you and I have the end of the Buddha's fate!" ”

Si Yiyan knelt and sat still: "Believers have doubts, please ask the monks to guide the maze!" ”

Previously, he was called a Buddhist disciple.

Today, he is only a believer.

The monk said lightly: "The killing has not been eliminated, the blood has not been lost, who has the dream first, I know it in my life, the Buddha said, the righteous people do the evil law, the evil law is also right, the evil people do the right law, the right law is also evil, all idealism is made!" Hello do it yourself! ”

Who knows the big dream, I know the life.

Life is like a big dream, what you have done, right or wrong, good or evil, only you know.

Si Yiyan bowed down and bowed in a low voice: "Thank you master for solving my doubts." ”

Privately meddling in Yi's internal affairs, causing killing, and staining his hands with blood, this has violated his usual way of acting, hell suffers from himself, and Buddha crosses believers.

The monk was silent.

All around fell into silence.

It's as if the years are eternal.

The room was dark and difficult for sunlight to shine in, except for a butter lamp, which was as bright as a bean to guide all beings.

Si Yiyan sat quietly for a while, time passed, and he didn't realize it.

It wasn't until the twilight moved west and the room became completely dark that he opened his eyes, slowly stood up, silently saluted the monk, and turned to leave step by step.

The monk, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.

The silent gray eyes are dull, but they are full of wisdom that has been precipitated after seeing through the red world.

One step, reincarnation!

One step, hell.

One step, no return!

He took a path of no return.

Moreover, he is walking without hesitation.

Si Yiyan left the courtyard and occasionally passed by tourists.

Until he stood at the bottom of the temple mountain, he looked at the mountain from afar, the pagoda gradually faded, and the Sanskrit sound was endless.

He slowly took out his mobile phone and turned it on, and the call information on his mobile phone showed that there were more than 30 missed calls, and more than 20 messages, all of which were sent by Wen Wenya.

There was a civil war in Iraq, and she was probably frightened!

Si Yiyan looked through her messages one by one.

The same good news is not bad news, she wants to make him feel at ease.

In fact, everything she did couldn't escape his eyes.

Old Man Wen was unconscious, the Wen family husband and wife turned against each other and bit each other, she came forward to preside over the overall situation of the Wen Group, including Old Man Wen woke up, he knew it!

"The peace charm has been embroidered, when will you come back?"

The last message was at nine o'clock this morning.

Si Yiyan smiled: "It's been three months, it's time to set foot on the journey home!" ”

He suddenly looked forward to what the peace charm she embroidered with acacia (silk) looked like.