In Shui Yuntian's room, Yun Qianyu sat on the edge of the boy's bed and kept looking at the boy's face, reaching out to touch it from time to time, and finally lying around the boy's neck for a short while.

The moonlight enters the house, the two white-clothed figures on the bed are very compatible, the girl's face is like a fairy who walks down the moonlight, and the young man is also like the most expensive son in the world, the two are perfectly matched, but the girl looks at the young man's face sadly.

Kissing Yun Tombsheng's ears and ears, Yun Qianyu thought of what he had just understood, and said softly: "You have always wanted to escape from that place, but you may never be able to escape again in this life, from the time you appeared in front of her, you were destined to be her person, you thought you were fleeing, you thought you were running to a new person, but you just ran to her again in a different direction, the only difference is that the beneficiary is not her." ”

The boy was covered in the smell of alcohol, sleeping soundly under the moonlight, and did not hear it, but the girl cried in the moonlight, "It should have been mine, it was me, not anyone else." ”

"That being the case, you and I have no love in this life."

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By the stream not far from Qi'an Temple, Huineng, who had a loud voice, was happily washing his hands and face, and said to the little monk behind him: "Don't talk nonsense when you go back, I just did the Dharma and didn't eat any wine and meat." ”

"I know Uncle Shi, you've said it several times." Several little monks were a little impatient, and the bearded bald monk came to the side of the little monk and sighed, "Does it still smell of wine?" ”

The little monk turned his head in disgust, and shouted in his mouth: "The smell of wine and meat stinks to death." ”

"Then I'll climb into the wall, or I'll be hit and I will inevitably be preached." Huineng laughed, he had been sobering up by this stream for a long time.

The little monk nodded, but then wondered: "It's okay, but if we meet you, what if the master asks you where you are going?" Otherwise, Uncle Shi, you should continue to sober up and enter through the gate. ”

"I'm going to Lotus Village tomorrow to see what's going on, I have to go back to bed early." Huineng shook his head.

The little monk who was tired and half dead with a crescent shovel said: "Do you remember those victimized children, look at the way you ate and drank tonight, that happiness didn't seem to care about the boys at all." ”

Huineng was suddenly a little unhappy, and reprimanded: "How did you speak? Do I have to wash my face with tears when I can't do anything? I never grieve when someone dies, empathy has never appeared in me, what does it matter to me whether someone else lives or dies? I am only responsible for sending innocent people to hell. ”

"The monks are compassionate, uncle, you can't be heard by the masters, otherwise they will inevitably say it." The little monk hurriedly looked around, for fear of being heard.

Huineng was a little impatient, "People's emotions are not so similar, who do you have to show compassion to the world?" What do those people say? ”

The little monk knew that this uncle was going to say that sentence again, so he recited: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs; The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs. ”

Monk Huineng suddenly slapped his thigh, "Yes, that's it, heaven and earth are ruthless, didn't the Buddhists also say that they want to cut off the seven emotions and six desires?" So why leave compassion behind? Isn't that a paradox? The heavens and the earth are great, and the scholars have the greatest truth, and they all think that this saint should be unkind, so why should they ask others to grieve for things that have nothing to do with them? ”

This means that there is no distinction between benevolence and unkindness in heaven and earth, and that all things are equal like dogs. There is no distinction between benevolent and unkind saints, and all the people are as equal as dogs before him. It's not that the saints you think are unkind. The little monk rolled his eyes.

Huineng was a little anxious and said, "Isn't that the same?" The saints have no view of kindness or unkindness towards all people, that is, they are the same for everything, so why should I grieve for others who have been hurt? You see that when the tiger kills its prey, heaven and earth don't care, so why do people have to care about the strong and hunt the weak? Isn't this also the greatest truth in heaven and earth? ”

"Amitabha, uncle, you have fallen into the devil's path." The little monk hurriedly recited two Buddha names.

The little monk who was standing with the crescent shovel followed: "Yes, uncle, how can you think that it is reasonable for the strong to hunt the weak?" You're a monk, you're going to be enchanted. ”

"It's true that I'm a monk, but if it wasn't for the master who saved me and gave me a bite to eat, I would have left this broken temple a long time ago, what kind of monk should I be? How can there be a knight at ease. Doesn't it say that heaven and earth are unkind, and saints are unkind? Shouldn't it be so? It is natural for a strong wolf to bite a weak wolf to death for food, so why is it a sin for a strong man to kill a weak man? The ugly-faced Huineng argued.

The three little monks suddenly had nothing to say, and they didn't know how to refute for a while, so they could only look at each other.

There was a sound of footsteps by the water, and a few people turned their heads to look, a tall man with a gray head walked over slowly, the man was a little old, but through this aging appearance, several people could still roughly imagine how handsome the man in coarse white clothes was when he was young.

Getting closer, the man rested for a while, and said to Huineng: "Whether it's a wolf or a tiger, it's just to live, but what about people?" Is your so-called strong to live? No, most of the killing of people is not to live, it has gone beyond survival, and has reached the realm of wanting to use other people's rights to satisfy their own pursuits and dreams. ”

The little monk suddenly thought through and said to Huineng: "Uncle Shi, do you understand what this donor said?" If you want to live, then you are not guilty, but if you don't kill yourself and you don't die, then you are guilty. ”

Huineng didn't say more, nodded, he understood this truth more or less, but he had new doubts, so he said to the tall man who looked a little weak: "This donor, the poor monk asks about it again." ”

"Please." The man smiled gently, like a kind old man with no temper.

Huineng suddenly found that he was a little excited and frightened, as if he had said something to the idol unintentionally, but the idol answered you, so he saluted and said respectfully: "Some animals don't hunt prey just for food, for example, cats like to play with prey, and sometimes they will bite to death if they don't eat, is this a crime?" Or is it the sin of people? ”

The man in white in coarse cloth by the stream under the moonlight shook his head gently, "I only admit one sin in this world, that is, weakness, only weakness is the original sin, and there is no sin in the world. ”

The four monks, large and small, by the stream, stayed on the spot, no one thought that it would be such an answer, and the little monk trembled and asked, "Why?" ”

"What is the nature of this world?" The frail tall old man did not answer the rhetorical question.

Huineng didn't know the answer, and neither did the three little monks on the side, so the four of them could only shake their heads, and the old man in white coughed a few times and said: "It's survival, survival and growth are the essence of this world." ”

The little monk and Huineng didn't know how to answer, but the old man continued: "What is the essence of survival and growth? ”

The four monks by the stream looked at each other again, and the old man replied as if asking himself: "It is to take and plunder, and in a world where survival and growth are the essence, it is not sinful to take and plunder." ”

The little monk suddenly felt that he had heard the absurd deviant remarks, and panicked, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead dripped down without realizing it, and the beads of sweat fell into the stream and fainted, rippling in the moonlight again and again.

The tall old man continued: "There is no sin in taking and plundering, and it is a sin not being able to protect oneself, so I say that weakness is the original sin, although most of the killing of people is not to live, it has gone beyond survival, to the realm of wanting to use others to satisfy one's own pursuits and dreams.

But this is the growth of the individual, just like the tiger deprived the fawn of its life for its own growth, the fawn grew itself after swallowing flowers and plants, it is nothing more than a higher person, and the growth is not satisfied with the basic survival, and begins to have a spiritual pursuit. ”

The little monk didn't dare to listen, and hurriedly wanted to run away, but after running two steps, he stood up again, and when he heard such remarks for the first time, they couldn't refuse, and Huineng said excitedly: "Then may I ask if there is no crime in killing and plundering, why do we condemn killing?" ”

"Because all beings between heaven and earth are ants, condemning killing is the greatest pursuit of the weak, nothing more than self-preservation, and the only way for sinners to atone for their sins." The man said softly.

Huineng only felt a chill rising from his back spine, his limbs were cold for a while, and his whole face was covered with beads of sweat, and the little monk on the side was so frightened by these words that he sat on the ground.

A figure walked out of Qi'an Temple under the moonlight, looking at the junior brothers and disciples who were so frightened that they couldn't speak, and asked the ultimate question to the figure by the stream that seemed to have their feet on the ground at this moment, and the sky above their heads, "Then why hasn't this world become what you understand by Bai Du'e?" Like a beast? ”

Huineng and a few little monks were suddenly startled, stared at the figure with wide eyes, and involuntarily remembered the legend about this man in their minds, Bai Du'e, sixteen civil and military champions, eighteen generals, and twenty champions.

Huineng muttered, "No wonder, no wonder, the rumors are true." ”

Bai Du'e by the stream was tall, and the coarse cloth worn on his body not only did not look coarse, but looked more simple and natural.

Bai Du'e looked at the monks who came over, smiled lightly and said: "Because people are not animals, they are not as simple as animals, people's pursuits are strange, for countless years, there have always been endless strange pursuits in this world, but there is one that has never changed." ”

"What?"

Abbot Huijue raised his head in the moonlight, his long eyebrows swaying gently against his cheeks in the breeze.

The figure in a white cloth coarse cloth by the stream pointed to himself, "There are people who like to hunt people who are outside the rules, like me. ”

"Then the blessing of the common people in the world." Abbot Huijue bowed slightly to the figure by the stream.