A hazy fish belly white on the horizon, and the snow-capped mountains that stretch out seem to be nothing, standing quietly, noble and cold. There is an ethereal and melodious chanting sound in the cool morning breeze, faintly, echoing and rippling, and it is so solemn that the sky and the earth are **solemn.

In the mist of the morning fog, Zhao Yi and Xiao Xuan walked side by side, and both of them subconsciously lowered their footsteps, fearing that they would disturb the ubiquitous gods, and even their breathing was quietly suppressed.

The heavy wooden doors of the main hall were open, and the hall was lit with butter lamps, and the small flames flickered and jumped, and there were so many lamps that at a glance, the thin figure of the lama seemed to be sitting in a sea of lights. The lama closed his eyes peacefully, his face was clear, his long gray eyebrows fluttered without wind, and he was quiet and serene.

Zhao Yi grabbed Xiao Xuan and waited quietly at the door.

Xiao Xuan looked down, on the ground in the hall, there was a row of wicks in each pot of butter lamps, and a neat row of flames jumped on it, and the elf-like lively flames, like small things with vitality, danced in formation, swaying left and right, dancing like a god.

For a while, Xiao Xuan was fascinated.

"Here," the guru opened his eyes and smiled peacefully, "come and sit next to me." ”

"Master!" Zhao Yi bent down and pulled Xiao Xuan, who was stunned, into the main hall, and knelt respectfully on the futon beside the master.

"Solve your doubts," the guru closed his eyes slightly, "Yes, first look into your own heart and understand the confusion you are encountering." Is it fear or joy?"

"I, confused that I am obsessed with dreams," Xiao Xuan was inexplicably at a loss for a while: "I am happy, but also afraid." ”

Zhao Yi shook his head and glared on the side, the master asked to choose one of the two, this guy actually chose both?!

"Hmm," the guru nodded clearly, "remember when you started liking?"

"It seems," Xiao Xuan's eyes froze, "I liked it from the beginning." ”

The guru still kept his eyes closed: "Then you understand, why are you afraid now?"

"Understood," Xiao Xuan looked at the flame of the butter lamp, his eyes were empty, "I know that I can't love it, and I can't control myself, so I'm afraid." ”

"Hmm. The lama slowly opened his eyes, pointed to a book of scriptures in front of him, and then closed his eyes, "Memorize the scriptures, and come to me again." ”

"Yes. Xiao Xuan frowned, didn't ask any more, held the scriptures in both hands, and bowed and left.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, Zhao Yi asked repeatedly: "Are you afraid and happy, don't you know which one of the two to choose?"

Xiao Xuan ignored it, unfolded the scriptures as he walked forward, and recited aloud: "Guanyin Bodhisattva." When you walk in the deep Prajnaparamita, you will see the five yin emptiness and overcome all suffering. Sariputta ......"

Zhao Yi sighed lightly, followed Xiao Xuan behind him, and continued to recite in a low voice: "Color emptiness, so there is no annoyance, emptiness, emptiness, so there is no appearance, thinking about emptiness, so ignorance is empty, walking empty, so there is no appearance, knowing emptiness, so there is no consciousness ......"

Xiao Xuan turned around in surprise and stared at Zhao Yi, who was proficient in reciting scriptures, Zhao Yi had a pious look on his face, and did not stop reciting: "Why? Sariputta, non-color is different from emptiness, non-emptiness is different color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for thinking and doing knowledge." Sariputta is the emptiness of all dharmas, unborn and imperishable, impure and impure, not increasing or decreasing, and is emptiness, not past, not future, not present. It's colorless ...... in the air."

Zhao Yi recited the entire scripture word for word, and saw Xiao Xuan staring at him with a strange expression as if he didn't know him, and smiled proudly: "Are you allowed to be confused alone?!

Seeing that Xiao Xuan was still staring at him, Zhao Yi's rare and serious face was covered with **: "This is, Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra." The color is not different from the empty, and the empty is not different from the color. Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Meaning, form equals space, and space equals form. ”

Zhao Yi slowly looked up at the sky, the morning sun dyed the sky red, and also dyed the towering snow-capped mountains, and the heaven and earth were enchanting: "Immortal and immortal." Not dirty, not clean. Neither increase nor decrease. It is colorless in the void. Meaning, space is actually formless. ”

"There is no wisdom and no gain. For the sake of nothing. Meaning, you don't have to be wise to force it, so it doesn't matter if you get it or not. Zhao Yi turned his head and looked at Xiao Xuan indifferently: "Xiao, these are the sentences I can comprehend in the scriptures, and the rest depends on you." ”

Looking at Zhao Yi, who seemed to be a different person, Xiao Xuan nodded.

A few days later, in the early morning, Xiao Xuan knelt in front of his master again.

After listening to Xiao Xuan's smooth recitation of the scriptures, the master smiled peacefully, "If there is no obstacle in the heart, there will be no fear, and you will be far away from upside-down dreams." You, do you understand?"

Xiao Xuan bowed his head: "Master, I have an obstacle in my heart, and it is difficult to let go. I can't do it, I don't think about everything in my dreams. ”

The Guru nodded, spread out his palms, caught a ray of rising sunlight leaking from the roof, and watched the dust turn golden in the light, flying smoothly: "The colorless and invisible dust, at this moment, becomes countless golden particles. What are you doing when you see the dust?"

Xiao Xuan looked carefully, "The dust showed its most beautiful appearance at the moment when it was illuminated by the sun, dancing the most freely and using all its strength. In this way, it will not be regretted that it will not be in the light for long. ”

"The light is gone," the guru withdrew his hand and pulled a thangka to block the sunlight, "what do you see now?"

Xiao Xuan looked at the void: "I can't see it, but I can feel that the dust is still lingering in the place where the light has been." ”

"You have an obsession. The master quietly looked at Xiao Xuan's puzzled eyes, "The dust settles or the dust fills the sky, and the dust is ignorant and ignorant." ”

"Master," Xiao Xuan's eyes were silent, "dreams are also ignorant and ignorant, right?

"That's your fate. The master clasped his hands together, his voice was clear, and the voice of his answer sounded in Xiao Xuan's ears like an ancient bell: "The world, flowers, birds, fish and insects, a wisp of breeze, a cloud, a ray of sunshine, a little rain and dew, as long as there is an intersection with you, it is fate." ”

"If there is a coming, there will be a relationship, there is a fate, and the fate is the same origin, the difference is only a get, a pay. The master looked at Xiao Xuan's eyes, making Zhao Yi, who was kneeling on the side, feel pity and look at Xiao Xuan with a blank face.

"Fate, robbery ......" Xiao Xuan was silent for a while, and suddenly looked at the master eagerly, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement: "My fate, or my tribulation, is it enough to intersect with the person in your dreams?"

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Yi jumped up with a spirit, "What are you talking about? If you want to intersect with the person in your dream, you have to sleep and dream first." Besides, how can a person enter a dream, do you know Doraemon? Find a machine to borrow it to enter the dream world?!!