The cold moonlight shone through the worn window into the room.

There was a little monk in the room who finally found the location of the candlestick by the moonlight.

"Master, this temple is really shabby. The little monk lit the candlestick and said complainingly to the walkers beside him.

"The red dust of the world is all skin. Monks should not have discriminating mind, and if you do this, you have already developed discriminating mind. The walker didn't look back at the little monk, he was still heading into the distance, the place where the demonic aura was the strongest.

"Master, I didn't give birth to discriminating minds. The little monk finally found another dusty bedding, and he said to the walker while patting the dust.

"I'm just wondering, where has the presiding master here, why did he leave this temple and let it go to waste?" Seeing that the walker didn't pay attention to his side, the little monk thought that the walker was angry with him, and quickly added.

"A thought arises, and a thought dies. Maybe in his heart, the weight of this temple is not enough for him to guard. The walker said as if to himself.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at the little monk.

The dusty bedding had already been patted clean by the little monk, and the shabby bed board was also swept away by the little monk with his own palm. The walker looked at him distressedly, and then wiped his palms clean with his monk's robe.

"Go to sleep first, Master is here to watch over you today. The walker said to the little monk, and then he crossed his knees and began to sit on the ground.

The little monk seemed to want to say something more, but he turned his head to look at the environment again, and then listened to the walker's words and began to lie down on the bed.

Looking at the back of the walker, the little monk suddenly felt unusually relieved.

"When will I be able to protect it like Master? What about others?" the little monk suddenly had such an idea.

The moonlight is still so bleak.

The little monk lay on the bed and fell asleep at some point.

It seemed to be a dream, and in the dream there was the sound of a piano, ringing in his ears. It seems to be a lonely melancholy, as if it is talking about a girl who is waiting for her beloved lover at the moment.

The little monk felt that he had woken up, but he seemed to blush. But he seemed to be unable to control himself, and he especially wanted to find the source of the voice.

I opened the door and walked through a long corridor. There seemed to be a gazebo on the water in the distance, and in the gazebo there was a girl who was singing softly at the moment:

"Beast furnace Shen hookah,

Residual flower fragments of emerald swamps,

Line by line written Acacia biography. ”

The little monk approached, and the woman got up gently. She bowed to the little monk, and began to say in a coquettish tone: Xianggong, the slave family is finally looking forward to you.

As she spoke, she took the little monk's hand and took the little monk and started playing.

"What time is it?

You have to meet beauties in the same boat.

The Hand of the Son,

Smile for Yi.

Why is it deep,

Sigh, the years will not be negative.

The people of Iraq are like flowers,

Even if he is smiling and smiling. ”

Suddenly, the woman fell into the arms of the little monk again, and the little monk blushed and half-hugged her. The woman suddenly kissed the little monk again, and the little monk began to be at a loss.

But at this time, the little monk's ears sounded again.

"Yunshui, recite the Heart Sutra. ”

"Oh. The little monk just replied like this, and then crossed his knees in a proper manner.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness. There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. With no gain, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no hindrances, no obstacles, no fears, is far away from upside-down dreams, and is nirvana. The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, attained the three bodhisattvas of Anuttara. Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true. Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth of the Buddha ”

The two hundred and sixty words of the Heart Sutra slowly came out of Yun Shui's mouth, and when he opened his eyes after reading it, he was still on the shabby bed, there was no lake or pavilion around him, and there was no young woman at all.

Yes, just the angry face of the walker, who seemed to be confronting something towards the window.

"Under the nose of the old man, he dragged my apprentice into a dream. ”

"Who the hell are you?"