"Hey, what do you want?" a playful voice suddenly came into the ears of the Wataku monk.

Monk Waku suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked at the girl in front of him in a bit of a daze.

"Hey, you idiot, what are you doing looking at this girl?" said Honglian with her waist crossed, and then said with angry eyes.

When Monk Wataku heard this familiar sentence, his heart trembled slightly.

After more than 400 years, that throbbing struck again.

His emotions had been suppressed for four hundred years, and he tried to erase this memory with the supreme Dharma.

But these memories and the figure of that person have long been deeply imprinted in his soul.

"Hey, stinky monk, why are you crying?" Honglian looked at Monk Wataru with a puzzled expression, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"It's nothing, it's just remembering an old man. Monk Wataku smiled slightly, and then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What a person, you still cry your nose!" Red Lotus glanced at him with disdain, as if laughing at a nerd.

"Donor, why haven't you left yet?" Master Wataru glanced at the green lamp next to him, and the candle flame on it became weaker and weaker.

"Why should I go? It's a big deal to die here, anyway, I'll be buried here when I die, and it's good to be able to watch you chant and chant Buddha all the time." Honglian shook her head, and then said with a grin.

It was obviously such an important matter as life and death, but it didn't seem to be important at all in Honglian's mouth.

"Donor, why bother?" Master Watana laughed bitterly.

"Stinky monk, it's not the first time that my mother has died for you, when have I ever been afraid?" A strange voice suddenly came into the heart of Monk Watana.

Monk Wakong's pupils shrank sharply, and then he looked at Red Lotus with a shocked expression.

"Why are you looking at me like this, do you have flowers on my face?" Honglian was stunned for a moment, and then asked Monk Wakong in some confusion.

"Impossible! Impossible! How can you still have memories? I suppressed it with my own hands!" "The Master of Watara seemed to collapse, and his face changed completely.

"What memory, what are you talking about?" Red Lotus took two steps back in fear, and then said cautiously.

The stinky monk looks like this now, it's really scary.

Hmph, it's not cute at all!

Master Wataru carefully observed for a while, but did not notice anything unusual about the red lotus.

"Maybe I misheard........." Master Wataku sighed deeply, then shook his head slowly.

"Donor, stay here for the last night today, and I'll send you down tomorrow morning. Monk Wataku made a decisive decision in his heart, and then said in a serious tone.

"Why don't I leave!" Red Lotus roared angrily, looking very pitiful.

"Silence, send-off!" Monk Watana slowly closed his eyes, and then said in a flat tone.

After a while, no one answered.

"Silence?" Wataku asked again.

After a while, no one showed up.

"Purr ........." A thunderous snoring sound reached the ears of the two.

"Alas, this apprentice ........." Master Wataru sighed deeply, and then said very helplessly.

"Hehe, fortunately, I'm witty, the master and the master quarreled, what did I make a mess in the past? or honestly pretend to sleep here!" The fat monk quietly opened one eye, and then muttered to himself twice.

Master Wataru didn't know why, but he didn't notice that the fat man was pretending to be asleep.

Perhaps because the Buddha's heart was broken for the most part, he no longer had the superb Dharma cultivation.

Or maybe he knew that Silence was actually pretending to be asleep, but it wasn't broken.

"Red Lotus, you go, don't come back in the future, this is not the place you should be. Master Waku stood up, and then whispered to the red lotus.

Honglian looked at Monk Wakuku with red eyes, and she bit her lip lightly, looking salivating.

"Ding Dong!" suddenly a bell-like thing fell out of the arms of the Master of the Sky.

"What is this?" Honglian felt a little familiar when she saw the red bell, so she squatted down and picked it up.

When Master Watana saw the red bell, his face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

"You are a Buddhist disciple, why do you carry a woman's things with you? Okay, you are really a stinky monk with good manners!" Honglian observed carefully for a while, then she slammed the bell to the ground, and then said angrily.

"Click!"

Under the powerful power of the red lotus, the red jingle was directly broken in half.

When the master saw the bell shattered, his heart ached.

"Okay, don't you just want me to go? I'll go! I'll go now!" Red Lotus turned around angrily, and then ran down the mountain.

There was still a tear trail in the corner of her eye, and she looked pitiful.

Master Wataru looked at the distant back, he closed his eyes, and then said softly: "Amitabha." ”

After reciting this Buddha name, Master Wataku squatted down and carefully picked up the bell that had been split in half.

The red bell was held in the palm of Wataraku's hand, and then he rubbed it very carefully with his white cuffs.

Master Watatsu's movements were very careful, and his whole spirit tensed.

This little red bell has been with him for more than 400 years.

It can be said that he sees this bell more important than his own life.

But even if such an important thing was directly broken in half by the red lotus, he didn't say a word, just silently picked up the bell, and then kicked it back into his arms again.

The familiar temperature pressed against his chest, and a smile tugged at the corner of Wataku's mouth.

This is an obsession, and he used to foolishly think that as long as he puts the bell on his chest, that person will be closer to his heart.

More than 400 years of supreme cultivation, the power of merit accumulated by the Buddhist family for thousands of years, and the transcendence of countless souls and evil ghosts, finally condensed into a glass Buddha heart.

Even such a powerful Buddha heart had already begun to quietly shatter at the first sight of that girl.

With the shattering of the Buddha's heart, the strength of the crossing is far less than before.

Since he can't get rid of the red dust, he can only be buried here forever.

But Wataku didn't regret it, because it was all worth it.

He had been waiting for this day for many years.

"If there are sentient beings who have not developed bodhichitta and hear the name of the Buddha, they decide to become bodhi. ”

"What is the Buddhahood, what is the Bodhi, what is the attainment of the golden body? I have never paid attention to it!"

"In my eyes, from beginning to end, you are alone. ”

"Cultivating Buddhahood is for you, and becoming a Buddha is also for you. ”