Joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, gains and losses, giving up and persevering, his life has all gone through.

It should have fallen to the ground like dust, returned to the beginning, or completed the merits, and went to see the Buddha.

But he didn't want to.

He wants Ah Qiao, as long as Ah Qiao.

He is willing to exchange his merits for his Ah Qiao.

Even after that, it doesn't matter if you don't get anything.

He just wants his Ah Qiao.

Suddenly.

Ichijing laughed.

The fierce face has a different gentleness.

This moment.

He seemed to know why the master had called him clean.

"Zen Ming, do you know what it means to be pure?"

He looked at Zen Ming and laughed.

It seems to be free and easy, and it seems to be crazy.

"Pure clarity, pure mind, a thought that deviates from the truth, is attachment, is the source of suffering, but it is all false, even so, what does it matter?"

"As soon as I am pure, I only recite the thought that is out of the truth, and because of this thought, I listen to the sound of the Buddha and hear the grievances of the people, and my hands are stained with blood, but my heart is empty."

"What if the world calls it an aberration?"

"I stick to the Buddha's heart, purify all sentient beings, can cut the flesh into an eagle, or when the eagle kills, I can sword the eagle and save more sentient beings."

"Even if I defile my Buddha because of this, it doesn't hurt to be rejected by the world."

"Because I am not to blame, because in this world, there is no way to achieve both, if you want to gain, you must lose, and what you gain and what you lose must not be proportional, but what does it matter?"

"My original intention remains the same, because of my original intention, because of my original intention, I punish evil, I get the name of justice, I carry the name of evil, everything is because of that true thought."

"Zen Ming, do you understand?"

Zen Ming's expression was shocked.

I seem to hear the bell ringing in my ears, and I seem to hear the sound of Zen and Zen Buddha.

Let him be clear, and in an instant, he seemed to have broken the shackles that bound him, and he could see farther and go deeper.

"Amitabha—"

Zen Ming turned his palm to the Buddha beads, as if he was smiling and helpless.

"A thought that deviates from the truth is attachment, the root of suffering, but it is all false."

"If it is vain, why are you persistent, so that you lose your heart?"

"But we can't be detached, because we are in the red dust, how can we follow our own heart without attachment? If you don't follow your heart, how can you move forward with a heavy load, so that you can understand everything, right? ”

Ichijo laughed.

The eyes filled with death were relieved, emotional, and sighing.

"You really don't insult the word 'Zen Ming'—"

As soon as the words fell.

He slowly let go of Zen Ming's hand and slowly closed his eyes.

The bloodless lips froze the last smile.

At the same time, the destined streamer of his eyebrows penetrated towards the center of Zen Ming's eyebrows.

But, yes.

The destined streamer, as if out of control, spread chaotically around, more like a life-like escape.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Si Ruan tilted his head.

Somewhat confused.

"It's not a snatch, it's trying to devour?"

Murmuring.

With a wave of her sleeves, a mirror condensed in front of her.

In that mirror, it was clearly visible that the destined streamers who escaped were all gathered in one place.

A short time later, a dark shadow appeared at the destined streamer, reached out and grabbed them, and shoved them into the mouth.

And, right now.

Si Ruan reached into the mirror and grabbed at the dark shadow.

But the shadow was unexpectedly vigilant, and the moment her hand was about to grab it, it quickly dissipated into smoke and melted into the air.

"Huh?"

This time, Si Ruan was really surprised.