It was noon, and the warm sun was gradually scorching.

Grass grows everywhere in Yongzhou, small saplings grow all over the roadside, and there are no big trees in sight.

Thinking about it, the heavy snow has been falling for three months, how can you still find a tree to enjoy the shade? Wu has a dry mouth, thinking of the hazy star, lift the lid of the basket to check, the heart is relieved, the hazy star is well-behaved, every day is full of sleep quietly, not noisy.

When I climbed up the hill, I saw a stream flowing down the mountain nearby, and I looked up the mountain to the top of the mountain, but I never thought that there was a straight black spot there, but I couldn't see it really because the sun was blazing.

Wuwu rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, only to find that it was like a figure standing still, more like looking at him, and Wuwu went happily.

After another half a day, Wu Wu gradually realized that something was wrong.

The mountain is not high, but it seems to be ten thousand feet. He never stopped, but he walked more than ten miles, but he didn't see the top of the mountain? At this time, he was no different from an ordinary old man, panting like an ox all the way, and his limbs were already weak.

It turns out that this is the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person, who has walked for so long, has not climbed a mountain, and is still so tired, how many years has he not felt this kind of tiredness, is it that when he was young, the master stared at himself carrying a wooden stake?

There is no smile, the negative hand is straight, and the basket is still inside.

It turned out that this was how the master put the young Wuwu in the temple, and in a few years, he would be consummated, and the day his soul returned to the West, I don't know if the master is still waiting for him in the Pure Land of Buddhism?

Wuwu squatted down, and looked back, the foot of the mountain was still not far away, and there was a clear spring there, and the flowing spring water tempted him to step back all the time, as long as he walked back, he could leave here.

He knew that the road was under his feet, and only by crossing the sea of suffering could he see the spiritual mountain and the true Buddha, and this may be the test given to him, for the sake of all sentient beings, how could he retreat?

Looking up, the dark shadow was always at the top of the mountain.

A few more hours passed, and it was time to calculate that it was night, but the sun did not fade at all, and the scorching sun was in the sky, scorching nothing. The ground was also dried, and the grass was withered and yellow, and it fell to the ground weakly.

Pacing along, exhausted, blurry and barely able to see. Don't talk about straw sandals, the soles of your feet are already bloody and fleshy, and your skin is shriveled up like dry wood.

He still wouldn't give up.

The foot of the mountain was behind him, but he didn't look back.

Suddenly, Hazy Star cried, and it made a noise.

When the lid was lifted, there was no pain in my heart.

There is always something magical about Hazy Star, he is precocious, maybe he knows that Wuwu is having a hard time at this time, and Hazy Star is also patient. The little face was roasted red, and the lips were already chapped and white, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cried loudly.

Haoxing was crying, while pulling Wuwu's sleeves with his small hands, pulling desperately, he was sad, he wanted to leave here, he wanted Wuwu to be able to turn back.

Wuwu is not a heart of stone, whose heart is not made of meat? As a Buddhist monk, Wuwu can pretend to be sentient beings, and can also pretend to be a star.

Haoxing's current appearance made him blame himself, and he was ruthless, he didn't roll up his sleeves and tore his wrists with his teeth, and he didn't care how fiercely Haoxing cried, he just poured his own blood into Haoxing's mouth.

Just like the grandfather in the twilight, he looked at his grandson kindly, and he didn't touch the little head of the hazy star, and the grandparents looked at each other, and there was no glimmer of crystal in the corner of his eyes.

Put on the lid of the back basket, and use the last bit of strength to sacrifice your life to seek Buddha!

Behind him, the star cried helplessly, his Buddha thoughts almost collapsed, his heart seemed to be torn apart, but he still walked forward.

Didn't carry a basket.

The moment he stood up, he said, "......Grandpa!" Grandpa!" Hazy Star uttered the first words of his life, even though he was choked by the blood in his mouth, but Hazy Star called out to Wu Wu hoarsely, and Hazy Star was unwilling to leave this old man who accompanied him day and night.

The old monk had teary eyes, his eyes were closed, he couldn't turn back!

Can't go back!

One step, two steps, the strength of the indefinite is gradually drained.

Hazy Star is still so young, what should he do?

If this is not a test? Once you die, will the star die with you?

Perhaps, maybe this is a trap set by traitors in other states?

Countless thoughts, like lingering demons, the cry of the hazy star defeated the sword, crushing his spirit little by little, and nothing lost himself, confused, just walking.

But he never looked back until he stepped into the air.

At this point, one step into the abyss.

The cracks in the ground were too abrupt.

When he was dying, he thought a lot and regretted it.

He doesn't regret asking for Buddha, what he regrets is that Haoxing is such a small person, lonely and helpless in the world, without relatives and no reason.

Or an orphan was picked up by the monks, grew up in the temple since childhood, often accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green light, his heart only sentient beings!

However, the appearance of Haoxing reminded him of what family affection is, and Wuwu has relatives for the second time in this world.

How much he wants to cherish it, he hasn't had time to enjoy this family affection yet!

Master, I'm sorry, I disappointed you and failed to save the people.....

Haoxing, I hope you can be rescued and forgive me, a grandfather who is not angry......

You have to be good, no matter how cruel this world is, your heart is like grass and trees, born to the sun!

The cry and call of the hazy star seemed to be still in his ears, and Wuwu finally fell to the ground, closing his eyes forever.

Darkness hangs over eternity.

Eternity, perhaps, is only for a moment.

Yelin sighed softly: "Alas......"

He relented after all.

Wuwu opened his eyes, and he returned to the world, still palpitating, and said, "Just now, was it an illusion?" Cold sweat soaked Wuwu's back.

Yelin hugged Haoxing, there was no blood in Haoxing's mouth, and he couldn't speak, giggling, his little hands were very restless, rubbing Yelin's chest, opening his small mouth, and the two tender white front teeth were about to bite down.

Yelin was clearly frightened, pinched Ha Xing's nose and glared at him, Hao Xing didn't speak, just laughed stupidly.

The two ancestors and grandchildren have no blood relationship, but they are the same to make Yelin helpless, Yelin said: "Yes and no." ”

"Amitabha" put his hands together and said, "Donor, the poor monk has finally found you." ”

Handing over a bowl of water, Yelin asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

Although Wu Wu was extremely thirsty, he took the water and did not drink it, and he said, "Only the benefactor has the ability to save this world." ”

Yelin sighed again and said, "Then have you ever thought about why I have this ability but don't save it?"

Wu Youdao: "The donor is kind-hearted and has saved hundreds of thousands of people in Yongzhou, and he will not ignore the people of Kyushu." The poor monk knew that the benefactor had a last resort. ”

With the indescribable tiredness in Yelin's eyebrows, he picked up a pool of clear spring and poured it on his face to sober himself up a little before saying, "So you pinned your hopes on Haoxing?"

Wuwu bowed and said, "The donor is right, the poor monk asked the donor to teach him, the world needs a true Buddha." ”

Yelin waved his hand and flatly refused: "Don't teach." There is no shortage of true Buddhas in the White Dragon Temple. ”

There is no positive color to say: "The temple Buddha is decayed, and the senior brothers have too many constraints to save this world! Since the donor has saved Haoxing and formed cause and effect with Haoxing, why is he unwilling to teach him? Haoxing has been subjected to Gu worms, and his meridians have been destroyed, and there is no one else to save him except the donor, and he is destined to live for no more than ten years. ”

Yelin refused again: "The theory of cause and effect is yours, it has nothing to do with me, saving him is just out of forbearance, and there is no other intention, I can save him again, but I can't teach him." ”

Wuwu pleaded: "Donor, the poor monk only asks for a chance! The poor monk still has a few years to live, he is willing to stay in Yongzhou, take the hazy star with him, the donor only needs to pay a little attention, if the donor thinks that the hazy star is a talent that can be created, he will be taken under the door, the poor monk has a wish, and also leaves a fire for the world!"

But one can no more, but no more. Yelin's heart was shaken, but he still shook his head and said, "Do you know that the illusion just now is your own inner demon, not something I made up out of thin air." ”

I didn't guess anything, and I didn't want to say.

Yelin said: "You take Haoxing back to the White Dragon Temple, take your body well, especially accompany Haoxing to grow up and enjoy the joy of family, why bother with this?" Fingering the baby in his arms who could not speak, Yelin said again: "Have you ever thought that what you are pressing on Haoxing's shoulders is a heavy burden? Can he still hold on? Haoxing is precocious, knowing your existence, he is still young, so you don't care about him anymore, entrust him to me, and die by yourself, forcing him to experience the pain of bereavement, forcing him to grow up?" I can't always bless him, how many difficulties do you want him to face alone, and where is your only dearest relative when he calls you?!"

The words were heart-wrenching, the old monk was embarrassed, and cried bitterly: "I also know how heavy this burden is, these days are accompanied day and night, Haoxing is my dearest, and I am even more reluctant to let him suffer." But when I look at this world, every time I think about it, I feel heartache! I practice Buddhism but I can't reach all sentient beings, and my inner torment is like a knife splitting an axe and chiseling, and I can't sleep day and night, and the donor should empathize with me. Now that Shenzhou is suffering from disasters, and under internal and external troubles, only innocent people are suffering. Among them, the national teacher is the leader of the traitorous ministers, and the officials only know how to covet pleasures, and the officials protect each other; under them, everyone is in danger of the people, the powerful bully men and women are careless, and the brothers of the powerless and powerless are tormented by each other. I'm sad! I'm sad! I can't bear to watch Shenzhou wither, so I can only ask the donor to accept the hazy star!"

Every time he said a word, Yelin's fist tightened. Ten years of planning, there is no night without this torment.

Yelin couldn't bear to listen anymore, turned his back, and said: "Since you know that I have a problem, I will tell you that I am seriously ill and cannot find a cure, so I have to suppress myself, and I don't know when I will get sick." Without waiting for no words, Yelin said again: "When others get sick, they hurt themselves at most, but my illness will harm everyone, and the star is by my side, and my life is difficult to protect." ”

Wu asked, "But the epidemic?"

Yelin shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed at Wuyou's eyebrows, passing him a picture.

Wu was stunned. It was as if the sky was falling, and what he insisted on and protected was going to turn into foam, and there was so much loss and fear that it would crush him in an instant.

What he saw was something that he couldn't understand all his life, and perhaps the "withering of Shenzhou" that he feared in his heart was less than 12/12, and all the words and phrases that he couldn't find in his mind seemed so pale and powerless.

There is only dead silence.

Yelin said: "Before the onset of illness, I will leave Kyushu." If I'm still alive in five years...... Let's talk about it. ”

With that, Yelin turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, leaving only a blade of grass on the ground. It turns out that it is just an idea incarnation?

The sun shone on Wuwu's face, but why was it so cold......

Tightening his clothes, he didn't raise his eyes to look, the day was already in the middle of the day, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

He couldn't keep standing anymore, and he sat down without a dejection, no matter how Hazy Star pulled his beard, he looked like he was lost and depressed.

Thinking back to the back of the white-shirted young man, he shuddered, and a thought faintly popped up in his heart: "Let's leave, the farther away the better, don't go back to Kyushu again." Forever!"