The place where the abbot of Qixia Temple lived was simple and almost dilapidated, and in the most remote corner of the temple, unlike the solemn hall of Gundam, it is hard to imagine that this famous monk of the Sanwa sect in Buddhism at home and abroad would live in this kind of place: a real thatched hut!

There is a vegetable garden about 15 meters long in front of the house, planted with very ordinary vegetables, corresponding to the current season, around the thatched hut, there are no objects that can show the identity of the abbot, simple and large, once even made fun of being considered a thatched house.

Abbot Longkong led the way in front, and the wide robe, which was no longer new but clean, swayed, seemed to have been worn for some years, and it looked a little wide on him.

Wang Fuxing, whose expressions are constantly changing, and the silent Huangfu Lingxi followed behind, Qin Tianjiao once said that Wang Fuxing's biggest weakness is his woman, which is true, he dares to kill the people in the world, but he is only very concerned about the people he cares about, and he can't wait to feed them the elixir when he has a headache, Wang Shroud said that Huangfu Lingxi will die this year, he seems to disdain, but he takes it to heart, and has made up his mind to take good precautions, and now the monk Longkong, who has never met, confirmed this statement, His heart immediately swelled with monstrous waves.

He didn't know if the fate of the calamity was already doomed, this is the same reason that he is obviously an atheist but still chooses to go into the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha when he is desperate, just asking for peace of mind.

"The poor monk likes to be quiet, so he deliberately chose a secluded place, and he lives alone every day, and the Buddha rolls the green lantern, but he is not lonely."

Longkong laughed softly, pushed open the thatched hut, and entered it, nearly six o'clock, the sky in Jinling had become dark, and the little monk had already sent a meal in advance, lit a candle, and reflected everything in the thatched hut vaguely, just like the impression given by the abbot of Longkong, not gorgeous, but clean.

Wang Fuxing stood in front of the door very vigilantly, glanced at the inside of the hut, and after not finding the danger, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but narrowed his eyes, living in this environment for so long, even if it is a play, it is admirable enough, he looked at the empty space in front of the small dining table, and a thought suddenly popped up in his heart: "This person is either a great good or a great evil!" ”

"The master is a monk, although he does not have to deliberately pursue the Tao and the Dharma, but the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism always have something to figure out, ask for a quiet heart, if you are easily and deliberately affected by external objects, how can you become a Buddha?"

Wang Fuxing couldn't help but sarcastically, although he knew that he had lost his eyes on this temple, especially this abbot, but he still couldn't help but stab him, only when facing the grand proposition of fate, he would show a trace of rebellion and rebellion unique to young people.

"The Buddha is affectionate and compassionate, but there is also a saying that King Kong is angry, this is the emotion, people live for a lifetime, go once, whether they are born or enter the world, many times they will be controlled by emotions, do what they like, do what they are ashamed of, this is the Buddha."

Monk Longkong chuckled softly, looking at the pair of young men and women sitting in front of him, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his eyes were kind and serene.

"The Buddha loves what the world loves, and hates what the world hates, is this also an emotion?"

Huangfu Lingxi said softly, took the initiative to sit next to Wang Fuxing, hesitated, put the long sword in his hand on the table, and his tone was a little puzzled.

"The Buddha is a human being. Anyone who is destined can become a Buddha. ”

Takaku did not answer this question explicitly, and said very vaguely.

Huangfu Lingxi didn't know if he understood, so he let out a faint sigh, and stopped talking, and didn't care whether his death could be resolved.

It's just that she doesn't care, but Comrade Wang Fuxing cares, he thinks he is a layman, he really doesn't have the kung fu and thoughts, and he wants to talk to the monk here about Zen and Taoism, talking from the heart, it's not interesting. Therefore, in the face of this highly respected monk, he did not take the slightest detour, went straight to the point, and said softly: "Master, the death of Lingxi may be solved?" ”

"The catastrophe needs to be crossed by the world, and there is no solution."

Monk Longkong smiled, looked at the Emperor Fu Lingxi, and said softly: "Lingxi? Good name, the female benefactor is indeed the most aura woman in the life of the poor monk, the wisdom is pure, not disturbed by the red dust, I don't know if the poor monk can make a request? ”

Huangfu Lingxi was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Wang Fuxing.

Wang Fuxing lowered his head and put the food into his mouth, the taste was light, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas could not be compared, but it was delicious, he glanced at the old monk opposite, frowned slightly, the most unbearable thing in his life was this kind of crepe tone, but the other party was indeed respected to a certain level, and it was not good to say anything, nodded, and said indifferently: "Tell me about it." ”

"I wonder if this female benefactor can enter the Buddha Gate? To be a poor monk and a laywoman disciple? This may not be in accordance with the rules, but the poor monk has a mantle all his life, and the female benefactor is the most suitable heir. ”

The old monk laughed softly, but the words he said were enough to make those who knew the inside story dumbfounded!

Abbot Longkong, a master with many prominent titles, did not accept any disciples throughout his life!

Not a single one!

The old man has only a few anonymous students in his life, and he has the name of master and apprentice but not master and apprentice, and now most of them have taken control of the overall situation in the Buddhist academies in various places, and have become the backbone of the Three Treatises sect, and the people who come to visit him in the temple every year can go from inside the temple to outside the temple!

Such an old man, if he really accepted Huangfu Lingxi as a closed disciple, then Huangfu Lingxi would immediately have a huge number of contacts!

Monks have no real power?

, don't forget, Buddhism, that's religion!

Everyone understands that the more powerful and rich people are, the more superstitious they are!

It's a treasure that makes people shudder to think about.

Huangfu Lingxi looked at Wang Fuxing a little blankly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

Comrade Wang Fuxing laughed at himself for a while, the old monk's demeanor, if he casually threw out a few books that could make the martial arts people grab their heads, and told her with a solemn face that she wanted to save the world, it would be even more perfect.

"I have Master's."

Huangfu Lingxi said softly, subconsciously glanced at Wang Fuxing, saw that he did not show an unhappy look, quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were clear, and he looked at Longkong quietly.

"Don't force anything."

The old abbot sighed softly, his eyes were regretful, he lowered his head and sent a mouthful of food to his mouth, and fell silent.

An old man, a couple.

The three of them were silent, and after eating all the meals silently, Long Kong smiled bitterly and said: "That's it, Buddhism practice, seeking fate and talking about cause and effect, if there is no cause, how can the good results come from?" Today is the poor monk abrupt. ”

Wang Fuxing squinted his eyes slightly, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and stood up silently, since his words were said to this point, it already showed that this conversation could come to an end.

"So, thank you for the meal."

He said lightly, took Huangfu Lingxi's little hand, and looked at her beautiful unreal calm face, feeling distressed for no reason.

Death.

This stupid girl, don't you really feel scared at all?

Long Kong nodded, hesitated for a short time, and when Wang Fuxing was about to pull Huangfu Lingxi away, he finally reached into his arms, carefully took out a small stone the size of a goose egg and bright color from his arms, gently handed it to Huangfu Lingxi, and put his hands together and said: "Amitabha." This thing may block some calamities for the donor, and it is difficult to survive the catastrophe, whether it is life or death, it depends on the creation of the donor. ”

The small stone lay quietly in the palm of the Huangfu Lingxi's hand, the color was unusually smooth and bright, only by touching it lightly, could you feel that this was not actually a very ordinary stone, the Huangfu Lingxi fingers touched it lightly, raised a beautiful eyebrow, and said softly: "Relic?" ”

Wang Fuxing's expression was a little sluggish, and after being stunned for a while, he couldn't cry or laugh again, he thought that the so-called fate and fortune were strange enough, but now it's good, even the legendary relics have been tossed out, if this is really a relic that can only be burned when a monk dies, Wang Fuxing really doesn't know what to say, countless novels can be born as soon as they are born to shake the earth...

It's fucking...

Is it such a fucking little rock?!

"It can be said that it is a relic, but it can also be said that it is not. In Buddhism, it is indeed called a relic, but now this name has been misinterpreted by earthly people. After the death of the monks, the burning of relics is actually just a scientific phenomenon that has no way to explain for the time being, and the body structure of a very small number of people, eating habits, have a lot to do with it, as far as I know, the Celestial Empire has collected tens of thousands of relics, which are kept in various ancient temples and museums, all of which are well documented. ”

Long Kong laughed softly, kind eyebrows, indescribably kind, although he said that there are tens of thousands of relics hidden in the Celestial Empire, but don't forget, how big the Celestial Empire is, more than 10,000 seems to be a lot, but in fact it is not much.

Moreover, among the tens of thousands of relics, how many can be the size of pebbles?

Huangfu Lingxi moved gently, stroking the brightly colored stone in the palm of his hand, and after a long time, he bowed slightly to the sky, but did not say thank you.

Longkong sighed slightly, glanced at Huangfu Lingxi, his eyes were complicated, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture to send off the guest.

At that moment, Wang Fuxing seemed to feel that he had caught something, but this thought was fleeting and disappeared.

This inability to control the unknown made him a little irritable for no reason, took the hand of Huangfu Lingxi, and walked out of this inconspicuous little hut without pause.

"Donor, you are too murderous, it is better to be self-disciplined, so as not to regret it too late."

Behind him, the voice of the abbot of Longkong sounded indifferently, not in a hurry, sad and compassionate: "Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore." ”

Wang Fuxing's footsteps paused slightly, and then continued to move forward, and in the night, there was a wild laugh that he could not live to the extreme!

"Hongchen is a bitter sea, how many people can turn back to the shore? Putting down the butcher's knife, can you really become a Buddha? You tell me, what's the use of becoming a Buddha?! The master's obsession is too deep, when he reforms, the other side of me is only ahead. Everywhere I look, it's the world! My world! My Red Dust! Why become a Buddha?! ”

The sound is getting farther and farther away, but it is getting more and more agitated!

The silent night was dim, and it was another autumn rain.

The withered old monk stood at the door, with the dim candlelight behind him, adding a bit of Zen.

"Demonic, demonic."

The old monk muttered to himself, but his eyes were staring at the back of the Emperor Fu Lingxi, and his expression was extremely complicated.

"Everyone in the world can become a Buddha, all can become demons, what he said is not wrong, Hongchen is a sea of suffering, the obsession is too deep, everyone has their own trajectory, Buddhism is natural, since the junior brother has landed on the shore, looking at the sea of bitterness from afar, watching the world fight for the crossing, what is the meaning?"

An old voice sounded softly, fluttering, in front of the thatched hut, on a path in the opposite direction from which Wang Fuxing left, an old monk with a raunchy robe covered in dirty robe seemed to have not been washed for several years, and walked over slowly, with a calm tone.

In front of Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi, the unusually kind Longkong eyes suddenly became cold and calm.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, and King Kong looked angry!

At this time, the old monk was almost very inexplicable, and there was a trace of unusually cold killing intent!

"Senior brother, what do you mean?"

The abbot of Longkong said coldly, his eyes seemed to be hiding a needle.

"Amitabha, the past is like smoke."

The old monk Gujing did not wave, looked at Longkong, his expression did not change the slightest, calm and indifferent, like a bottomless well water, without waves.

Long Kong narrowed his eyes and looked at his senior brother for a long time before he suddenly sighed and said softly, "Senior brother, do you believe in fate?" ”

"If you believe, you will have, and if you don't believe, you will not."

The elder brother, who had white hair but was wearing a dirty robe, smiled, although he did not look good, but standing in the night, he was faint and dusty.

"Spirit. Spirit. ”

Long Kong muttered to himself, his expression gradually softened, and finally suddenly turned into a gloomy sneer: "It's really a good means, this girl and that young man's life just complement each other, but secretly she is closely linked by the life of the master, wife?" The chess pieces are still about the same, if she continues to develop like this, even if she doesn't die, she is destined to block the catastrophe for that kid in the future, and in the end she will not die well, what a ruthless means, such a ruthless heart! What's even more ridiculous is that the two young people don't seem to know about it, she has a master? I have a chance to see what the master hidden behind her is thinking! ”

Boom!

Long Kong's face was furious, and he turned around suddenly, and smashed his leg directly on the thatched hut behind him!

The thatched grass splashed, fixing the solid wood beams of the thatched hut, clicked, and broke suddenly!

The senior brother stood aside, wiped the robe on his body with dirty fingers, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha." ”