The car sped down the highway in the middle of the night, leaving the huge provincial capital, through the night, and into the dawn.

In the morning light, the morning light was slightly revealed, and a popular sports car stopped at the foot of a quiet mountain.

It is said that it is quiet, the mountain is quiet, the temple on the mountain is also quiet, but the people are not quiet.

There are quite a few people.

The hill was full of cars.

There are also a lot of luxury cars, and the one with Sui Yi is not the most top-notch among them, but when she gets out of the car, it is the most conspicuous.

Generally speaking, if someone comes so early, in addition to some key offices, it is also a temple.

Qingtan Temple, this is a well-known temple in the province, not big or small, from the history is that kind of specification, located on the mountainside, the ancient trees are towering, the green vine is long, how it was hundreds of years ago, how it is hundreds of years later.

Sui Yi looked at the white mist on the top of the mountain, her eyes were filled with mist, as if it was covered, she took a step and walked onto the mountain path, the speed was especially obvious among many travelers or pilgrims who climbed the mountain.

Seeing Sui Yi almost rushing up the mountains and forests, many old people were surprised.

"This little girl is so neat."

"Really"

They didn't even see people's faces clearly, they only felt that the other party was very tall, the back was slender and handsome, and the green silk was fluttering, like the most dazzling ink color under the white sun.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crooked and deep mountain road-

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Dangdangdang.

The morning bell rings.

Sui Yi stood under the big bronze bell, and a few young novices next to her walked by and looked at her a few times, perhaps surprised.

She stood under the big banyan tree and looked at the bronze bell hanging from the big banyan tree

It's so quiet, and the eyes are so distant, as if you've been standing there for thousands of years and haven't left.

The monk who rang the bell seemed to be a little surprised when he saw Sui Yi, and then sighed, walked down, and folded his hands: "Follow the donor, I haven't seen you for a long time."

It is strange that for such a young girl, the old and experienced master took the initiative to inquire and seemed to know her.

"I've disappointed Master Chen, I'm here again," Sui Yi whispered.

Master Chen shook his head, "The Buddhist family never cares about hope, only asks the heart and follows the fate, how can I be disappointed Since I come again with the donor, it is a tour of cause and effect, and I can't stop me from coming."

Sui Yi followed behind, and followed Master Chen into the attic.

This surprised many pilgrims and novices.

"That's where Uncle Fanyin is, and Uncle Chen is going to take her to see Uncle Fanyin?" A young novice couldn't help but ask, and a middle-aged man next to him turned around and tapped his finger on his head.

"Don't ask too much, just know that the donor is a person who is related to our Buddha."

Being associated with the Buddha is mostly not a good thing.

Either you can't see through the red dust, or you can't see through the red dust.

But it's just a different color of the morning light.

In the attic courtyard, two futons, a monk stands like an ancient pine, standing in the wooden corridor, reflecting the verdant mountain forest, the courtyard covers a wide area, empty, only an old tree leaning against the wall, opposite is a very long and wide stone wall, the stone wall is folded back to three sides, the courtyard is square,

He stood there, as if he had been standing for a long, long time.

It seems that she already knew she would come.

Sui Yi stepped forward, he didn't speak, just reached out and held a round pebble in his hand.

With his eyes closed, his long, delicate fingers picked up the pebbles, walked past him, and walked in front of the stone wall.

As far as the eye can see, the stone walls are not blank or relief, but are separated by grids, from left to right, together with three sides, a total of ninety-nine grids.

There are about ninety squares engraved with characters, some in different fonts, some the same, some large and some small

Holding the pebble, he walked to the third stone wall, stood there, closed his eyes, and held the pebble with his arms straight

Not far away, on the second floor of the attic, there happened to be a person on the side who could see the slender and slender woman in front of the wall.

There were two people in the corridor, a middle-aged and gentle woman, and a young and frail woman.

The woman leaned against the railing, and from the sloping light of the shade of the tree, she could faintly see that her side face was white and delicate, with a delicate and elegant outline, holding a scroll in her hand, and the green silk behind her head was slightly tied with a ribbon, and a loose and idle gray linen dress was also very elegant on her.

"Miss, what is that man doing?"

"Holding a goose egg in front of the wall, it is a scripture" The woman flipped the scroll slightly, raised her eyes, and her voice was cool and restrictive, like a mulberry leaf rustling in an autumn night.

"Pebbles? Engraved scriptures? The middle-aged woman was surprised.

"You only came this year, and it's not strange that I don't know where it is, even if I have been here for many years, I only know that it is the front wall of the Buddha, and I only know that someone will carve scriptures with pebbles, and she is the only one,"

"Do you know who she is? It seems that the age matches that of the young lady, and the young lady has seen her earlier."

"It should be two or three years younger than me, but I didn't ask who she was, I only saw her in the autumn seven years ago, and then she came almost every month for the next three years, and the most frequent time came once every two or three days, and then slowly stopped coming, after a while, it should have been two years since I came" She looked sideways at the figure that had grown a lot, I don't know whether it was familiar or unfamiliar.

"I thought she was relieved, but it seems to have worsened"

"She carved the scriptures, what scriptures does the young lady know?" The middle-aged woman is dignified and gentle, but she seems to like to ask this young lady often, others may annoy her to nag, but this young woman will not, her figure is soft and elegant, there is no impatience, but at this moment, she paused for a while, as if she was muttering something until she closed the scripture, and her fingers lightly pointed to the two words on the scripture.

-- Heart Sutra.

She was silent, and the woman understood a trace of breath, and then she settled down, and stood aside, lowering her eyes and contemplating, so that her taciturn young lady could pay so much attention to the words, the woman was afraid that it was a little different, and when she looked up again, she was stunned.

Even though she was far away, she could see that there were already five squares on the wall with words inscribed

Could it be that the wall is made of mud and sand, otherwise the power of that young girl

The middle-aged woman's eyes flickered

There was silence in the courtyard facing the wall, except for the sound of stone dust being carved

The young monk seemed to be gone, his head hung down, and the beads in his hand turned slightly, as quiet and peaceful as a jade carving.

His people are also like jade.

I don't know how long it took.

Bang, the pebbles fell lightly on the stone wall, making a slight noise, and the monk opened his eyes and saw Sui Yi hanging his head against the wall, facing him sideways, gasping weakly, with cold sweat on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks slightly, and the pebbles held by his fingertips already cracked.

Half a sound, Sui Yi stood up straight, looking at the pebbles that had cracked in his hand, his hand loosened, and the gravel was like dust, spilling from the cracks of his fingertips.

Sui Yi closed his eyes and looked at the nine squares in front of him

"Nine times the Heart Sutra Sanskrit, am I considered progress, or have I regressed?" Her voice was a little empty, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Nine times the Heart Sutra, she carved the Heart Sutra nine times, but she still couldn't get rid of the depression in her heart.

Fanyin looked at Sui Yi, his eyes were clear and clean, like a clear spring in the deep mountains and old forests: "The first time I saw you, you carved it three times, it was a crazy demon in your heart, but you couldn't do it, and finally you were exhausted, and then, every time you can do it once, don't come again today, nine times it's hard to suppress, is it the death of Ye Shizhu?" ”

He actually knew that Mrs. Ye had died?

"The reincarnation of human death, the destiny of heaven, there is nothing to be uncomfortable" Sui Yi turned her face and looked at the tree, the shadow of the tree was faint, she lowered her eyes: "Buddhism cloud life has eight sufferings, that is, the suffering of birth, old suffering, sickness, death, love and parting suffering, resentment and hatred will suffer, asking for no suffering, and the five yin are blazing suffering"

"I don't remember life, I am not afraid of old age, sickness and death, I don't love parting, I don't resent, I don't ask for it, but after all, I am always resentful, and it is difficult to suppress the murderous machine, I can't wait for the crazy demon to be different from ordinary people, if it is said in Buddhism, it should be the root of the evil in the previous life, and the lonely star in this life"

She rubbed her fingers, which were still stained with pebble dust, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, looking at Sanskrit.

"You've known each other for nine years, why are you all here? Guarding the wall of this resentful Buddhist family, aren't you afraid of being dragged into this worldly resentment? ”

Sanskrit Yin saw that Sui Yi was light, so he changed the topic, and it became clear that this person had restrained himself, just as he did back then.

"It's been nine years, at first I was young and ignorant, and I had a little bit on my mind, and then I was even more guilty, so I thought about it," he said softly.

Sui Yi was surprised, but he didn't ask again, and suddenly felt that there was someone, so he turned his head to look and saw someone in the corridor of the attic on the side.

"It's time for me to go"

Sanskrit nodded.

Sui Yi was about to take a step, but saw that there was already a person blocking the door.

A dazzling figure dressed in red.

The willow waist is delicate, the green silk is flowing, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the starry eyes are thin lips like red blood, and the red clothes are worn by her to be extraordinarily enchanting and charming, like the scorching sun, which makes people untouchable, and is even more afraid of her closeness.

But I also hope that she will be clear.

It's hot as fire.

Can make moths fight fires.

Sui Yi only glanced at the other party, and noticed that the other party's eyes seemed to be the first to lock the Sanskrit sound, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised in his heart, and secretly said that he was afraid that he should really go.

But it is

"You, stop!"

She pointed at her.

Fanyin raised her eyes and frowned slightly: "Master Zhong"

"I haven't done anything yet, Brother Fan, what are you anxious about~~" That woman is really a demon-like figure, this sentence of Brother Fan alone is enough to surprise Sui Yi, and even more stunned the middle-aged woman in the pavilion on the side.

In this important place of Buddhism, how can there be a woman like this who calls a monk

There were already a few novices running footwork behind him, and a monk was even more angry: "Zhong Buli, I will wait for Qingtan to be quiet, how can I allow you to be so humiliated"

Zhong Buli, a very chic name, turned his head to look at the sky, and the other side was slightly dark, and he seemed to be distressed.

Although it is an old friend, such a thing R1152