The first light of the morning is always so gentle, people open their eyes and look at it, they will forget all their troubles, the silent tranquility drills into the heart, and the good feeling makes people smile. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Jiawen walked out of the wing, the plane trees in the White Horse Temple were so burly in the clear morning light, and the melodious bells passed through the eaves, swept over the stream, and drifted farther away.

"I would have believed that the wraiths would be honest and safe in me, and my soul was almost consumed by them." Li Jiawen had palpitations.

It wasn't a dream, it was a war that was going on in his head.

Li Jiawen followed the bell to the bell tower.

On the bell tower, Master Pukong stood there, looking at the sky, waiting for the sunrise.

Li Jiawen saluted at the back of Master Pukong and said, "Master, good morning." ”

Pukong was still looking at the sky, and his voice was peaceful: "It's not early, it's just right." ”

"Yes, it's just right, otherwise all the resentful spirits in my body might have fled."

Pukong smiled: "No, since you can wake up by yourself, it means that you have found what is true from the ghost dream, then you will be able to control those resentful spirits sooner or later." Otherwise, even if the old man wants to help you, he can only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. ”

"I was negligent." Li Jiawen walked to Pukong's side and blamed himself: "I originally thought that they had adapted to my body, but I didn't expect them to still want to escape. ”

"They are evil spirits, and their nature is chaos and killing." Pukong said: "Although I don't know what you encountered in the ghost dream, I hope you can understand in the future that no matter what time you are, you must learn to control yourself, and don't let madness and killing occupy your consciousness, otherwise you will fall into a place of no return." ”

"Remember the teachings of the masters." Li Jiawen was extremely respectful.

The two waited quietly for the sunrise.

The sky rolled a touch of fish belly white, and then the morning sun rose, Li Jiawen and Master Pukong stood in the bell tower until the sun became dazzling, and they turned away.

When they parted, Master Pukong said to Li Jiawen: "It's only three days. ”

Li Jiawen knew what Master Pukong meant, and in three days, Li Jiawen could leave the White Horse Temple, leave the Yanhuang Dynasty, and flee to the Liuying Dynasty.

If it weren't for the fact that the Liuying Dynasty sent a large number of monks to Shushan to confront the Fire God Temple, then the people of the Fire God Temple would definitely have turned the entire Yanhuang Dynasty upside down, and Li Jiawen would not have been able to recuperate in the White Horse Temple with peace of mind.

But after all, the Liuying Dynasty also has its own difficulties, it is impossible for him to let the blood of his warriors be shed in Shushan for the sake of the Yanhuang Dynasty, so they will leave sooner or later, and once they leave, there may be no Shushan in this world from now on.

The Divine Palace is powerful, and there are many forces like the Fire God Temple attached to him, and the Ten Immortal Alliances were originally established to balance the Divine Palace, but two thousand years have passed, and the Ten Immortal Alliances are also in name only, this time it is not easy to have the Five Great Immortal Alliances stand up at the same time, this is a dawn for the Earth Monks, but it is only a dawn far away in the sky.

The only thing you can really rely on is yourself, so everyone must have firm beliefs, continue to move forward, not to be lucky, and not to pin your hopes on others, because your road will always be under your own feet.

Li Jiawen returned to the wing, and then he controlled his divine sense to look at the resentful spirits hiding in the Thousand Tribulation Cave, and said indifferently: "What, don't you have anything to say now?" ”

Peeling stood up and said disdainfully: "What are you dragging, if it wasn't for Pukong's bald donkey to help you, we would have escaped a long time ago." ”

Li Jiawen sneered: "Then don't be so scared that you all drill back into my body, if you are bloody, you should go to the bell to find Master Pukong and fight with him." ”

Peeling was ridiculed, so angry that he pointed at Li Jiawen and began to scold his mother.

Li Jiawen didn't want to listen to the skinning and scolding his mother, so he withdrew from the world of divine consciousness and began to cultivate, after a day of cultivation, he took a walk in the White Horse Temple at dusk, and when he studied on the earth, he understood a principle called the combination of work and rest.

There is a state of cultivation, called meditation, once you enter the meditation, it will be a few months at least, and at most a few decades, which is the most mysterious state when a monk cultivates. Meditation lies in an understanding of the word, people often only when the body and mind are relaxed can realize a lot of things that they usually can't see through, and cultivating the mind to absorb the aura is more like reciting poems, just memorizing them in order to cope with the exam, but the real far-reaching meaning needs you to calm down in order to think about it.

In the White Horse Temple, there is a lotus pond, the lotus flowers in the pond are always in bloom all year round, never wither, it is said that the monks of the White Horse Temple sit on the pond bank all the year round and chant the scriptures, the lotus has spirituality, in order not to be afraid of autumn and winter.

Li Jiawen came to the lotus pond and saw a white-clothed monk sitting on the shore of the pond, but at this glance, Li Jiawen was a little in a trance, because the white-clothed monk had red lips, white teeth, white eyebrows, and beautiful eyes, and looked feminine, and seemed to be a nun.

When the white-clothed monk saw Li Jiawen, he saluted and said, "Amitabha, hello donor." ”

Li Jiawen replied, and then became more and more puzzled, because the white-clothed monk had just spoken, his voice was ethereal and beautiful, and he was actually a little feminine, could he really be a nun? But this is the White Horse Temple!

After the white-robed monk had met Li Jiawen, he meditated on the shore of the pond again, reciting the Diamond Sutra in his mouth, knocking on a wooden fish in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on a lotus bud that had not yet bloomed.

Li Jiawen was very curious about the gender of the white-clothed monk, but he didn't dare to ask directly, after all, it was very impolite, and the white-clothed monk was chanting scriptures, so it was inconvenient to disturb.

However, his voice was ethereal, listening to his chanting, Li Jiawen's heart was peaceful, so he did not leave, but sat next to the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk didn't think it was wrong, and just read it until the night came.

When the night came, the white-clothed monk got up and wanted to leave, but Li Jiawen hurriedly said, "This senior brother, can I ask you something?" ”

The white-clothed monk stopped, he smiled at Li Jiawen, and said, "The donor, if the poor monk knows, he will definitely inform the donor." ”

His simple chin smile, but it was refreshing, like a woman in a fallen city flirting with you, Li Jiawen's heart was shaken, and then he hurriedly hugged Yuan Shouyi and asked: "There is a little master in the temple, it should be called Xiaoci, has he grown up in the White Horse Temple since he was a child?" ”

The white-clothed monk said without hesitation: "Yes, Xiaoci grew up in the White Horse Temple since she was a child, why did the donor ask this?" ”

Li Jiawen hurriedly said: "That's the case, I always felt that I had seen that little master somewhere, but that little master didn't remember me, but now that I think about it, it should be that I recognized the wrong person, because the little master I know didn't grow up in the White Horse Temple." ”

The white-clothed monk said: "It's not surprising, there are always some people in this world, you will feel as if you have met him somewhere, but after talking to them, you will suddenly find that it is just the first time you have met." ”

"Listen to what you say, but so." Li Jiawen laughed at himself: "Actually, I have asked the little master himself, and he personally told me that he has been growing up in the White Horse Temple, but I have doubts, and I am still obsessed with this matter, is it mine." ”

The white-clothed monk smiled gently: "It's okay, if people have doubts, they should ask them, if they hide them in their hearts, it will be inappropriate." ”

"In that case, then I still have a doubt." Li Jiawen's expression was strange, and then he asked embarrassedly, "I don't know...... Are you male or female......"

The white-clothed monk was stunned, and then his cheeks turned red, his good-looking appearance was intoxicating, Li Jiawen subconsciously thought that he would say something like I am actually a woman, but he didn't expect him to be shy and said: "The poor monk is a real monk, not a nun." ”

"Really?" Li Jiawen was a little unconvinced.

The white-clothed monk clasped his hands together and looked serious: "Amitabha, monks don't speak. ”

Li Jiawen saw that the white-clothed monk seemed to be a little angry, and hurriedly apologized: "It was me who was rude." ”

"Good, good." The white-robed monk pronounced the Buddha's name, then disappeared into the darkness and left.

Li Jiawen also returned to the wing, he fell asleep deeply, those resentful spirits were surprisingly peaceful tonight, Li Jiawen slept well, thinking that it must be the Diamond Sutra recited by the white-clothed monk that played a role.

"I don't know if he will go to the lotus pond today, listen to his chanting every day, and I can sleep more peacefully at night."

Li Jiawen also didn't practice in the wing, he deliberately went to the lotus pond to practice, and then in the evening, the white-clothed monk really came to the lotus pond again.

After the two met, the white-clothed monk began to meditate and chant the scriptures, Li Jiawen did not disturb, listened with peace of mind, the resentful spirit in his body, surprisingly honest, the diamond sutra recited by the white-clothed monk can actually be comparable to the degree ability of the Pukong master, Li Jiawen sighed in his heart, thinking that the white-clothed monk must be the closed disciple of the Pukong master, so after the white-clothed monk finished chanting, he asked for advice: "Senior brother, what do you think of the current situation?" ”

Hearing Li Jiawen talk about the current situation of the Yanhuang Dynasty, the white-clothed monk did not show any sad look, but said calmly: "All sentient beings, born to enjoy happiness or suffering, is just a cycle of cause and effect in the world. When the flowers bloom, they will also fall, and when people are in trouble, there will be good times, so there is no need to worry, when the cause and effect are exhausted, everything will return to the original trajectory. ”

Li Jiawen frowned, then pointed to the pond full of lotus, puzzled: "You said that when the flowers bloom, they also fall, but this pool of lotus flowers only blooms without thanks, if this cause and effect will not end, and the shrine will never be destroyed, then how can it be good?" ”

The white-clothed monk smiled faintly: "It won't be like this, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and cause and effect will also be met." You say that this lotus flower only blooms and does not thank you, it is because I have to recite the sutra here every day, you see the lotus flower that has not yet opened, it will bloom tomorrow, but if I don't recite the sutra here, then this pond full of lotus flowers, all will wither, so don't worry, keep going, only to the end, you will know what the end is. ”