When Tang Bai woke up, he found himself lying on his small bed, wearing only underpants and full of silver needles.

Han Dongzheng, Murong Xiuxiu and Tang Xingjun were talking, Han Cai'er was standing aside, looking at Tang Bai, the two of them looked at each other, Han Cai'er's eyes were like a bottomless spring, exuding an intoxicating mist, and a trace of cold breath broke into Tang Bai's mind, like an invisible eye, wanting to see through all the secrets in Tang Bai's mind.

A lotus flower opened, and countless runes appeared, emitting a white light, holy and flawless, and the cold breath was stained with white light, like snow meeting sunlight, disappearing without a trace.

Han Cai'er snorted suddenly, her face instantly turned pale, and then she squirted two mouthfuls of blood in a row, took two steps back, and her body shook and fell.

The incident happened suddenly, Tang Xingjun and the three of them were startled, Han Dong hurriedly helped Han Cai'er, and exclaimed, "Cai'er, what's wrong with you?" After speaking, he wiped the blood from the corner of Han Cai'er's mouth with his sleeve, grabbed her wrist, and put her fingers on the pulse, wanting to diagnose the condition.

"For a while, the blood is surging, and it is not a big deal. Han Cai'er was not shocked, her face was calm, she broke away from Han Dong's hand, and then sat on the chair in the room and closed her eyes to breathe.

Tang Bai felt a sudden pain in his head, and then found that Han Cai'er vomited blood, and couldn't help but be stunned, forgetting about his body injury for a while. But I heard a faint cry from the side of the bed, and when I looked up, I saw Murong Xiuxiu's eyes red and swollen, and tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes. He felt a slight pain in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Mother, don't cry, what's wrong?" When he asked, it seemed that a needle had pierced Murong Xiuxiu's heart, and he couldn't hold back anymore and started crying.

Tang Bai was an orphan in his previous life, he didn't understand family affection, he was cynical, self-indulgent, he was selfish, lonely, and dazed, but in this life, he could feel Murong Xiuxiu's selfless maternal love all the time, this kind of love moved him, made him forget everything before, like sunshine, illuminated his heart, and made him full of hope for life. Looking at her crying red eyes, his inexplicable heartache, he wanted to gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but found that his hands and feet seemed to be not his own, no matter how hard he tried, his hands and feet felt nothing, and he couldn't move.

Inexplicable fear spread, only to hear Murong Xiuxiu crying: "Xiaobai, don't move, you're fine, with your mother here, you must be fine." ”

Tang Xingjun walked over, his eyes were red, he looked at Tang Bai and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Murong Xiuxiu was like an angry lion, roaring: "Go, you go for me, I don't want to see you." ”

Han Dong saw that Han Cai'er's face had recovered a little blood, so he was relieved, and when he saw Murong Xiuxiu like this, he opened his mouth and said, "Brother and sister, this matter has nothing to do with Xingjun, so don't torture him anymore." After speaking, he thought about it, and said to Tang Bai: "The nerves in your body are damaged, and you can't move for a while. ”

"Xiaobai, you are a man。。。。。。 Tang Xingjun was halfway through his words, but he sighed, turned around and walked out of the house.

Tang Bai recalled everything before he fainted, his brain went blank, and he understood that his injuries were worse than he imagined.

Han Dong pulled out the silver needle on Tang Bai's body, covered Tang Bai with the quilt again, and said softly: "Xiaobai, it's okay, sleep well." ”

Han Cai'er also recovered, and said coldly: "Why don't you tell him, his meridians are broken." ”

In a word, like a thunderbolt in the dark sky, Tang Bai's six gods were overwhelmed, he closed his eyes and was reluctant to open them for a long time.

Time is getting slower and slower, and life seems to be very long.

Tang Bai seemed to live in a dream, in a trance, day after day, year after year, so his hope seemed very small in the face of reality; he had seen many doctors, had eaten many bitter medicines, used countless earthworks, and the days were flowing away day by day, but his body did not improve in the slightest; in the blink of an eye, for three years, he had been sitting in a copper tripod, using the method of medicinal steaming to maintain the vitality of his muscles and ensure that the meridians would not atrophy. Three years is by no means a short time, he seems to see fate constantly laughing at him, letting him live, but making him worse than death. In the beginning, when everything had to be done to others, he thought about death, and he even thought about what he would be like now if he hadn't gone to that bamboo forest, but in three years, he began to get used to this kind of life, and his mind calmed down, like a wise man who saw through the mundane world and escaped in the temple. In fact, he is not afraid of death, and after experiencing some things, he is no longer so afraid. The precipitation in the past three years has made him more deeply appreciate the preciousness of family affection; he doesn't even have hatred, he wants to live for the people who love him.

In the past three years, Murong Xiuxiu has not allowed anyone to touch Tang Bai, even Tang Xingjun, her son belongs to her alone. Change the dressing, light the fire, wipe the body, comb the hair。。。。。。 She does everything herself, sometimes she reads to him, sometimes she talks about things when she was a child, and sometimes she sits next to Tang Bai, quietly in a daze. Tang Bai didn't see her crying, but Tang Bai felt that she had changed, except for Tang Bai, she became cold to everyone, and her temper became very irritable.

Tang Xingjun rarely comes, and even if he comes, Murong Xiuxiu will not take care of him, and the husband and wife, who were originally very affectionate, are strangers. In the past three years, Tang Xingjun seems to have aged ten years all of a sudden, although his appearance is still handsome and extraordinary, but his eyes look tired, painful, and helpless; on the one hand, his own son, on the other hand, his grandfather, who he has admired since childhood, he can only keep searching, looking for all the panacea that can restore the body; unfortunately, in the past three years, no matter how precious the medicinal materials are, how clever the elixir, it has not had much impact on Tang Bai's body. Because Tang Bai's body, the meridians were damaged, and there were many different strange true qi colliding with each other, constantly tearing apart the well-conditioned tendons and veins in his body.

It is spring again, the flowers are red and the grass is green, the spring is sudden, a spring rain, so that between the heaven and the earth, everywhere is full of vitality; outside the lotus city, an old ox, hanging a bell, 'ding ding' pulled the ox cart, from the mountains, swaying into the lotus city, towards the Tang family.

On the ox cart sat an old monk, dressed in gray monk's robes, with nine ring scars on his head, and under two long white eyebrows, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

The old monk did not fall asleep, but it was the people of Liancheng who fell asleep, and the sound of 'ding' was like a lullaby, and the soldiers defending the city heard it and fell to the corner of the city wall and snored, and the hawkers heard it and lay down on their stalls and dreamed, and the pedestrians heard it and stood upright on the road, motionless。。。。。。 The ox cart passed all the way, the more people fell asleep, and when they arrived at the Tang Mansion, the bell rang into the mansion, and time seemed to stand still, so everyone was still, Old Man Liu's axe was held in the air, as if he could still see the traces of the axe swinging; Tang Shisan was facing Xiao Chunzi with his mouth open, as if he was calling for things; Tang Jingxiong was coming out of the lobby, one foot in the house, half a foot out of the door, but his hideous face was full of sorrow; Murong Xiuxiu was holding a towel and a basin of water, standing in the corridor with a haggard face。。。。。。

Quiet, there is no wind, even the air no longer flows, and the whole Tang Bai seems to have become a painting.

Tang Bai also heard the sound of 'ding', but he was awake, and he also saw a kind old monk walking in from outside the house and looking at him quietly. This was the first time he had seen a monk in this world, and he suddenly found that all the classics in this world had nothing to do with Buddhism, but when he looked at the old monk, he felt extremely familiar, and he always felt that he had seen this old monk before, and he couldn't help asking: "How do you call this master?"

The old monk said, 'My Buddha is compassionate', pinched a handprint, and then said, "The old man has nine wishes, and I will save you!"

Tang Bai was slightly stunned when he heard this, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I am a waste now, what is the use of the master saving me." ”

The old monk smiled slightly, no longer spoke, but slowly walked over and patted Tang Bai on the top of his head three times, which slapped on Tang Bai's soul, making Tang Bai's soul enter another world.

This world is full of palaces and buildings, pavilions, pavilions, rockeries, gardens and ponds can be seen everywhere; these buildings are simple and magnificent, exuding bursts of golden light, not only beautiful, but also solemn. On both sides of the pavilion, there are magnificent buildings, there are immeasurable musical instruments, very solemn; there are eight kinds of breezes, blowing musical instruments, in the rhythm, there seem to be people in the speech of suffering, emptiness, impermanence, selflessness of the law, the sound is deafening, every sentence enters the heart, people are free from troubles, the heart is quiet.

There are thousands of rui qi in the sky, and the golden flowers are scattered, dissolving into the soles of the feet, rising into layers of clouds and mist; not far away, there is a treasure pool, seven colors, gold, silver, glazed crystal, clams, red pearls, agate all kinds of treasures are decorated, rich and compelling; the pool is crystal clear, there is a golden light flashing, the lotus flowers in the pool, as big as a wheel, cyan cyan blue, yellow, yellow, green, green, red, red white, white light, five lights are staggered, layer upon layer, subtle and fragrant, and the brilliance is dazzling.

Tang Bai involuntarily walked forward, only to see the white mist disperse, a ladder made of gold, silver, and glass crystals interacted appeared from the white mist, one step after another, surrounded by colorful light and mist; a lotus platform loomed in the light mist, which seemed to be close at hand, and seemed to be far away in the sky; there was a figure sitting on the lotus platform, with his left hand hanging down, his right hand pinching the seal, and sitting with his eyes closed. His outline is not blurred, but it is constantly changing, one moment as pure as a baby without touching the cause and effect of the world, and the next like a dying old man who sees through the vicissitudes of the world. For a while, he is like a good man in the tenth world, good to others, does not do bad things, does not hurt ants, he is like a stranger passing by, and he is like the most familiar friend in the past, perhaps a lover of several lifetimes。。。。。

He seems to be a crowd of sentient beings, and his seven emotions and six desires are fully displayed, and all kinds of things in the world are revealed.

"The light is immeasurable, shining on the world, seeing my light, shining on his body, do not be unhappy; Hearing my voice, the heart is quiet, untainted by the world, no disaster and no pain, no sorrow and no suffering, and the desire to live in bliss. ”

In the air, the golden light submerged the heavens and the earth; in the void, we saw the auspicious sound of dragons and phoenixes, and the strange birds and beasts looming, all of them were peaceful and happy, and there was no cruelty; some people appeared, men, women, and children, solemn and sacred, and the sound of the warp was like a yellow bell and a big aluminum, which was deafening.

"Which Buddha is in heaven and on earth?" Tang Bai saluted.

"All sentient beings are suffering, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, and the five yin are blazing and the eight sufferings, I have a great wish to purify all sentient beings and ascend to bliss, which can be described as bliss. ”

On the lotus platform, the man opened his eyes and saw that his eyes were like reincarnation, endless time disappeared in his eyes, the sun rose and the moon set, the living beings could be seen in old age, sickness and death, and the change of dynasties, like a long river of time, flowing quietly in his eyes.