"Xiaohai, what are you crying about?" asked the old man kindly, stroking a little boy's head. Jiang Hai was shocked and excited, he was very familiar with this old man, it was none other than his grandfather, and he also knew that this incident happened when he was three years old.

'Jiang Hai' sent away his little hand to reveal the fat face of the crying flower at the moment. With a small mouth, he said aggrievedly, "Grandpa, Yang Xiao next door bullied me again, woo woo." "I got into my grandfather's arms.

The old man stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Our Xiaohai has grown up, he is a boy, he can't cry all day long, you know, people will laugh at you and say that you can't grow up." Come and talk to Grandpa about how he bullied you. ”

"He, he came back from school today and said that the school taught me to write, and I asked him to teach me, but he refused, and said that my little boy knew something. Woowoo"

"Just this little thing, you cry your nose? Remember that a man bleeds without tears. "Tell me what he learned. ”

Jiang Hai touched his little head, "It seems to be sincere, true?"

"Sincerely, isn't it?"

"Yes, grandpa, you teach me quickly" The child is a child, who was still crying a moment ago, and now he is smiling and looking forward to it.

"You little guy!" the old man scratched his nose dotingly, picked up a similar branch from the ground and handed it to Jiang Hai, "Grandpa usually writes, do you know how to hold a pen?"

Jiang Hai took the branch, a little excited, "I know", and then held it in a good way.

"Thumbs up, yes, that's it!" the old man corrected his posture, and then a pair of old but strong hands took his small hands.

"The word 'true', the first stroke is a horizontal, and the Chinese character pays attention to horizontal and vertical, vigorous and powerful. Therefore, this stroke should be the same as people, just and unbending. The second stroke is a skimming, which should be done in one go, and there can be no stay, which is not good-looking, but also loses its charm. And then there's a vertical, erect and exquisite ......"

After writing a real word, it looks crooked, or because Jiang Hai wrote for the first time, his hands were shaking and a little nervous. Grandpa looked at the words on the ground not only did not dislike the ugliness of the words, but praised it: "My Xiaohai is smart, much better than what your father wrote when he was a child." ”

"Really?" Xiao Jianghai was a little happy, raised his head and asked his grandfather.

"Really, it would look better if you wrote more. The old man inspired him.

The little guy lay on the ground and wrote very seriously. The old man looked at him with joy in his heart and said, "Look at this real word, the top is an upright straight, and the bottom is originally a heart word." The heart is straightforward, and the heart is true, and there is no other thought that it is natural and sincere. The same is true for being a person, you must be sincere to people and do things sincerely...... Xiaohai, you have to be a true temperament in the future, do you know that you are a sincere person?"

In the face of the old man's preaching, he didn't understand much, but he still nodded seriously. In my heart, I was thinking, 'Hmph, Yang Xiao, I've learned too, see how good you are.'" ’

Of course, Grandpa didn't know what he thought, or he wouldn't be so happy with Jianghai's studiousness, so he wanted to talk more about "If you encounter a problem that day and can't decide on your choice, ask your heart, because that's your truest thought"

......

The picture gradually blurred, and before it was about to disappear, the old man waved his hand unintentionally or unintentionally, goodbye?

It's never to be seen again!

Jiang Hai watched carefully throughout the whole process, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear that this picture would disappear, and at this moment the tears couldn't help but roll down. This is a memory in his heart, which he has been suppressing since he went out to struggle, because he can't take too much care of survival.

I don't know what magic magic the magic sword used, extracting this memory and reproducing it in front of his eyes, the feelings that had been suppressed for too long exploded, and they were out of control.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you, I failed to fulfill my promise to you, and I can't go back to the place where you sleep to accompany you, and my grandson is not filial. "Guilt and self-blame are all coming at this moment. If it weren't for the two old men, Jiang Hai wouldn't have lived so much, it was the growth that was exchanged for their lives, but he was buried because of his impulse.

"Grandpa, will you blame me?"

The emotional outburst in Jiang Hai's heart made him unbearable, and he actually knelt on the ground and cried. Even the magic sword didn't expect it, it was originally just venting its frustration in its heart, so it 'stimulated' Jiang Hai, and I didn't expect his reaction to be so intense. The words he was about to say could only be swallowed back, floating quietly in the air, waiting for him to recover.

After a long time, Jiang Haimeng opened his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and indifferently spit out a few words, "Enough, right?! I didn't expect you to affect my mind, it's really extraordinary!" "But I have to thank you for letting me see what I buried in my heart."

He slowly rose from the ground, his right hand resting on the sword and thrust it back into his waist. This made the magic sword have a very familiar feeling, and he forgot about the revenge he had been dumped before, and simply continued to sleep, because he saw the firmness in Jiang Hai's eyes, and it seemed that there was a way to crack it and he didn't need it to guide him.

Jiang Hai also thought that it was the magic sword that was killing him at first, but then his mind became more and more uneasy, and he fell to the extreme, and he wanted to escape. This made him suspicious, and when he watched it, he silently recited the Heart Sutra, and he knew that it was this phantom array that was affecting his consciousness. The thing is true, and the emotion is not wrong, but it seems fake if it is too much.

What the old man said reminded him. "Ask your heart, that's your truest thoughts. "Phantom array, naturally it is true and false that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and when he learned that he was caught in the phantom array, his first thought was that everything was illusory, and the truth was hidden in the illusory.

"I'll treat you as illusory, see how you stop me!" Jiang Hai strode towards the strange tree, if others saw it, they would definitely say, "This person is crazy, it's okay to hit the tree." Jiang Hai is not crazy, the knot in his heart has been untied, and at this moment, he is like a mirror, and he crashes straight into a strange tree. As he had expected, he passed through the tree, which was still a shadow, and then it went to the left, plunging headlong into another strange tree, unobstructed. Then he hit a few more trees, all of them.

It wasn't until the eighth tree that the head went in and had a strange feeling, and there was a suction. That's it, Jiang Hai's whole body enters it.

He had always wondered why these strange trees were real before he entered, even if he used the magic sword to split this place, the tree also ate the sword strongly. And then it was blurred, and there were bursts of temptation. Because the entrance is hidden in these strange trees, it confuses him so that he can't tell the difference. If it weren't for the self-defeating phantom array, which reminded him of the bits and pieces of his childhood, he really wouldn't have doubted it.

Now he's guessed right and found the entrance. A voice in my heart shouted, "Thank you, grandpa, I will write down all your teachings." ”

The body stepped into it, just for a moment, as if it had passed a million autumns, and the nose was full of simplicity and vicissitudes, as well as the breath of eternity. Jiang Hai suddenly had a thought in his mind, whether he had traveled to a certain century. The light came to another place, and the passage had disappeared, blending into the heavens and the earth without feeling a trace.

Then he looked around. There is a vast expanse in sight, there is no end in sight, and there is no end in sight, and there are two distinct colors between heaven and earth. On it, the sky is blue as crystal translucent, the sun is bright in the clear sky, the auspicious clouds are numerous, there is no wind but it is moving slowly, and the river and sea are relaxed and comfortable.

Below, there was darkness, like a thick ink redrawing, along with the flowers and trees seemed to be dyed. The wind howls and rages, like the howls of thousands of people, telling their own grievances. Just after looking at it for a while, I felt a chill on my back spine, and cold sweat penetrated, and the mad coldness was even stronger than the demon domain I had seen before.

If there is a pure land above, there is a hell below. There is only one line between the Pure Land and hell, like the Chu River and the Han Dynasty on the chessboard. Is that the dividing line drawn by the two sides, under the jurisdiction of different forces?

Jiang Hai saw that he did not belong to the Pure Land or Hell, and he just stopped on the middle line, his body was floating in the air, and he did not rely on anything at all. Only then did I discover the mystery of this place - there is no gravity. It also created his current embarrassment, is it up or down?

Looking up at the two auspicious clouds, a piece of blue and white objects was revealed, some of which looked like stones but were brilliant and full of color. What is this? How could it be in that position? When the auspicious clouds dispersed, I saw that it was a huge stone pillar, there were not too many carvings on the stone pillar, but it was also atmospheric and majestic. What is such a huge top? I don't see its roots, it stands in the air, and there should be something special in the air, but it is shrouded in auspicious clouds and cannot be seen clearly.

"Squeak ......" suddenly sounded a special sound, like thunder piercing the sky. The sky then darkened, and a huge shadow flew over the river and sea, and it was it that blocked the sun. At a glance, it is a dense feather, soft and bright, swaying in the wind. He was stunned just by looking at it, but could just his wings cover the sky and the sun?

In an instant, the giant bird flew away from the area where Jiang Hai was, and soared towards the stone pillar. After a few moments, he folded his wings and stood on top of the stone pillar. With his back to the sun, the golden light was shining, like a fairy bird that had ascended to the throne of the gods. The curly feathers hanging down from its head were very strange, and it was a bird that had never been seen before.

The wind it brought when it stopped, blew away the huge auspicious clouds, and also revealed a mysterious corner. There were two huge stone pillars, one on the left and one on the right, which were extremely neat, and they were as high as the sky. The bird stood high in the stone pillar on the left, and then disappeared into it, and it turned out to be just a carving of the stone pillar. Since there is such a divine bird on the left, there should also be one on the right. Jiang Hai looked at it, and sure enough, there was such a divine bird in the corresponding place on the right, which looked almost the same but the color of the hair was different, and the body was small. This should be an existence of the same level, as for what the relationship is, Jiang Hai really can't guess.

Between the two stone pillars, there are white clouds, which are different from the auspicious clouds, and there are one at intervals, this is the road?

Looking at the stone pillars again, they are connected, and there is an incomparably huge plaque in the middle. There were three big glittering characters on it, which were even more dazzling than the daylight, and Jiang Hai didn't dare to look directly with his eyes, so he had to open his divine sense to look. But it's also a blur that he can't see clearly, it's not that the font is scribbled, but it's neat and clear, but something is blocking him from seeing clearly.

The more this is the case, the more unwilling Jiang Hai strengthens his divine sense, and he must see clearly what the words are. Suddenly, Jiang Hai's head seemed to be about to crack, and the pain was unbearable, and it was the word that was making him unbearable, so he had to withdraw his consciousness. It just felt like he was spying on a god, which made him suffer a lot.