Soon, Fang Hai's water was just calm, and an important news exploded: Fang Hai's thirteen young Fang Jian suddenly began to work hard to cultivate his abilities. As a result, it was out of control, and it directly crossed from level 1 to level 4. It was incredible to many of the supernatural.

And Ning Xiao, the top ability master in China today, has made a decision about this: accumulation is reasonable.

Through this passage, many people understand that Fang Jian has been guided by Ning Xiao, and they are no longer surprised and explored by Fang Jian's ability to improve.

Because his most favored grandson has finally improved in his abilities and no longer worries about his future life, Old Man Fang feels that he has nothing to worry about in this world. Coupled with the inexplicable deaths of several old friends one after another, the Institute of Abnormal Energy suddenly disappeared overnight, and even people and things disappeared. If it weren't for the few empty houses left there, he would have wondered if he had ever approved the establishment of an Anomalies Institute......

Everything is unreasonable. However, when I think about it, everything makes sense. In this way, Old Man Fang began to believe in the Buddha.

As a result, many things struggled in his heart for a long time before they were finally let go with difficulty.

However, this earthly weight still weighed him down and he was almost out of breath.

At the beginning, he wanted to find a light morning, take a quiet heart to go to the Hanshan Temple, go around the Buddha statues there, walk the ancient roads there, and take a look at the mass graves where countless souls were buried, hoping to seek peace of mind and make those clouds and past events no longer noisy.

Originally, Old Man Fang wanted to go quietly alone. I never thought that a few juniors would know about it, so they made a lot of noise and insisted on following. So he took them with him.

Of course, when he enters the twilight of his life, the feeling of being with these juniors will always be so beautiful. It is as if the whole world is youth, sunshine, and splendor and beauty that cannot be seen at a glance.

When he entered Hanshan Temple, he kept circling the Buddha statue, constantly warning himself: This is atonement. When he went around the Buddha statue, when he turned around, he felt that there was rolling red dust outside the threshold, and there were green lights and cold candles inside the threshold, which may be the difference between life and death!

Those juniors followed quietly in front of his eyes, which suddenly reminded him of the beautiful poem in the Book of Songs: The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. It means that on such a cold morning, my Yiren has always been in the center of my thoughts.

Old Man Fang thinks of himself as a layman. Therefore, in such a pure and desireless realm, he is still thinking about all kinds of earthly things. Every time he came across a Buddha statue, he would reverently kneel down under the majestic Buddha statue, begging the Buddha statue to protect his family and the juniors around him.

When he was about to return, he was fortunate to see a group of pious people at the door of the Guanyin Buddha statue, kneeling while reciting scriptures. In such a cold weather, on such a cold ground, without any foreshadowing, without the slightest hesitation, they were so trembling in front of the public, they were so serious about bowing down, and then chanting the scriptures without distraction.

At that moment, a sense of vicissitudes surrounded him in an instant. No matter how brilliant and splendid people have been when they are young, they will have such vicissitudes and sadness when they are old.

These devout people must also know that the Bodhisattva cannot give them so many blessings. Perhaps, they are just looking for a kind of courage to try to live.

So, Old Man Fang felt sorry for them, and at the same time respected them. He remembered that someone once wrote such a passage in a book: Everyone is a person with red roses in his heart, and when he goes out to buy a bag of salt, he longs to meet love; Everyone is a sick person looking for a cure in this earthly world, and now that the medicine has been found, all it takes is to eat it honestly.

As soon as they knew something, but they still couldn't think about it or let it go, the Buddha seemed to tell people that they not only needed unconditional help to those who could do it, but also knew that they had to move forward. You can't ask others to be the same as you, and even if you watch others wrestle on the same hurdle, you can't replace others. So, there are only blessings.

Of course, no matter how many things you ask, most of the Buddhas are reluctant to say them explicitly. It's not that you need to cover up anything, but because that's the truth of human suffering, and you need to slowly clean it up and forget it yourself before you can have an epiphany. No one can replace it.

Just like that, in the murmuring Buddha sound, there was a different kind of memory. What the Buddha meant was that it needed to be encountered, and it was necessary to let go. However, death cannot be encountered, so where can it be let go? Therefore, Old Man Fang had to go around the Buddha statue over and over again, praying stupidly......

In fact, feeling the smoke of the cigarette, the long silent sound of the wooden fish and chanting in the ears, the mortal people will never be able to understand the determination of the monks and nuns to let go of everything.

Obviously, Old Man Fang couldn't make such a decision, so he could only flip and sink in this floating smoke cloud. At the very least, he can still look up at the sky, and he can also bow his head to draw warmth from his juniors......

However, night still has to fall. There is no warmth, and there is no looking. Old Man Fang could only wait quietly.

"Whew!"

It's not the sound of the wind blowing through the cracks, it's not the whispers of rats. If you don't pay attention, you won't hear it at all. However, Old Man Fang captured this sound.

"You're finally here!" He sighed helplessly. "I'm probably the last one you're looking for, right?"

"Not bad!" A strange voice seemed to come in across time and space. "You are indeed my last blood eater. Looks like you're prepared!"

"Really?" Old Man Fang suddenly became relaxed. "Can you tell me why I became your blood food?"

"Can't!" The strange voice coldly spat out cold words. "We have made an agreement with her: we must accept all the blood food she offers, even the ghosts of the underworld!"

"Alas," said the old man after half a sound. "When you say that, it reminds me of an allusion. Perhaps, the cause of my death is in this allusion. ”

"Then you can say it!" The strange voice responded.

"One day, a Zen master named Yaoshan saw a tree in the courtyard that was flourishing while another tree next to it was dead, so he asked his two disciples: Are these two trees good for glory or withered?" The old man said quietly.

So, one of the disciples said, "Rong is good." Another disciple said, "It's good to wither." ”

At this time, the attendant of the Yaoshan Zen Master happened to pass by. Yaoshan Zen Master asked him the same question: Is it good to wither, but what is good? The waiter's answer was: The withered are let by their withering, and the glorious are allowed to be glorious. ”

"Maybe everything in the world has its own reason. The same goes for life and death. What a blessing in life, and how sad it is in death. Life and death are the difference between wakefulness and sleep, so why should there be happiness and sorrow. People live for a lifetime, like grass and trees in autumn, survival has the value of survival, and there is a reason for dying, so there is no need to worry. ”

"Hehe," the strange voice smiled faintly. "If you see so clearly, why should you seek to prolong your own life at the expense of other people's lives?"

Hearing this, the energetic old man suddenly became depressed. He muttered, "This may be the biggest stain on my life!"

……

This day, for the Fang family, is a day full of sorrow, a day full of tears. The Fang family's Dinghai Shenshen Needle - the old man Fang left, left his children and grandchildren, left alone, and never came back.

On the day of the funeral, the hall of the Fang family's compound was crowded with people, each wearing a black veil on their arms. The portrait of the old man was hung in front of the hall, surrounded by wreaths.

"A few days ago, I saw that the old man was so lively, why did he leave suddenly?"

"Yes! Looking at that complexion, it is estimated that it will not be a problem for the old man to live to be one hundred and eighty years old. ”

The people who came to pay their respects were secretly talking.

"It's not clear!" Those who knew the inside story kept their voices extremely low. "I heard from the people of the Fang family that the old man followed a few grandchildren to Hanshan Temple to offer incense the day before yesterday. At night, the old man didn't seem to be doing well. ”

"That night, the old man gathered all the children and grandchildren at home to the bedside, said a few words, and the people were gone!"

"I've also heard," at this time, someone took the opportunity to squeeze in, and the information revealed was even more terrifying. "After the old man got angry, he didn't even have time to put on the shroud, and the whole person turned into nothing, leaving only a body of clothes on the bed!"

"No, it won't!" On the spot, someone was shouting. "Old Man Fang is a famous good man! He has done so many good things for Fang Hai, God won't punish him like this, right? ”

"It's hard to say." The man then suppressed the people next to him. "Recently, there have been several respected old men in our Fanghai who have passed away in this way. None of them left any bones. So that their children and grandchildren can only stand up in a crown!"

"Ouch, that's not a good sign!" Those who heard it began to become worried. "These old people have made outstanding contributions to the prosperity of Fanghai. Now, they have passed away in this way, could it be that God is beginning to punish Fang Hai? After all, in the last days, among the several large bases in Huaxia, our Fanghai suffered the least losses. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the people present seemed to be affected, and their sorrow became stronger and stronger.

At some point, the mourning music began. People felt as if their hearts were about to break, and tears flowed uncontrollably. The mournful, heavy note kept knocking on everyone's heart.

"Becky," Fang Hou, who was in an unusually heavy mood, also quietly asked his partner at this time. "Is our plan too extreme, too vicious?"

"There's no way around it!" Becky also seems to be in mourning. "We're just getting started, and the rest of the game is no longer out of our control. This may really be a warning from God!"

"Uh-huh!" Fang Hou nodded, agreeing with his partner's words. Through this incident, we are warned to be more careful and cautious in our future engagement. The slightest mistake is not something you and I can afford. ”

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