Half a month ago, Dorjee's father found Dorjee, the person he hated the most was now gray-haired, he was on crutches, hunched over, and was about to die, this time he detoured to Wuxiang Temple to Lhasa to worship.

The father took out a crumpled magazine from his pocket, the cover of which was a girl, and behind her stood a monk, who recognized his son, although it was only a silhouette.

He didn't dare to come, he was afraid that his son would scold him, his body was getting worse day by day in the past two years, and he felt that he was about to come to the end of his life, so he decided to complete the most important trip of his life, to Lhasa for worship, he could take a long detour to Wuxiang Temple.

Originally, he just wanted to look at his son from a distance, but he didn't expect to be recognized by his son on the highway.

The former teenager is no longer confused, immaturity has been replaced by vicissitudes, the edges and corners have been smoothed out by time, no longer radical, no longer noisy, steady, peaceful, and content with the destiny of heaven.

He accepted the arrangement of fate and became a monk, accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, fame and fortune were like a passing cloud, and he didn't want to mention it, and he didn't want to mention it.

The son understood what his father had done back then, because of his special status, his father could only choose to forbear, because patience was the only way to survive.

The adult world has never been easy.

When he was young, he was too young, too impulsive, too self-righteous, always felt that his parents were incompetent, and always thought that he could do anything.

Only now did he understand everything and understand how much pressure his parents were under.

The son knelt in front of his father and repented deeply, but the father only shook his head and smiled in relief.

He never hated his son, he was always looking for him, and he was content with his son now.

Perhaps holding on to his last breath, he died quietly in the confession of his son.

His father was a devout Buddhist, and his son carried him to the mountain, dismembered his father in the way of Tibetan Buddhism, and performed a celestial burial ceremony.

In the incense of Buddha, the mantra of death resounded through the mountains.

Within a few days, Ye Shaowen came to Wuxiang Temple and wanted to blackmail Master Fuxian to take out five million, otherwise he would burn down Wuxiang Temple.

Master Fuxian rejected Ye Shaowen and prepared for the worst.

Unexpectedly, Juehui took the lead, and after he left a note, he went to find Ye Shaowen alone, and there was no news after he left.

Master Fuxian also went to the reservoir to look for it, but found no one.

"Everything has a cause and effect, and my effect today is the cause of the past, and I know that there will be such a day."

The interrogation room and outside were very quiet, Master Fuxian said for more than an hour, but everyone felt that it was only a few minutes, Juehui, who seemed to be the most honest, was once a vicious killer, and the merciful host Master Fuxian used to be a poacher, and his hands were stained with blood.

Master Fuxian spent the rest of his life doing charity, chanting Buddha, and giving alms, and he was atoning for his sins in his own way.

Juehui put down the butcher's knife and became a monk, no longer killing people, no longer breaking the law, he wanted to be a good person.

But when Wuxiang Temple was facing annihilation, this once murderous demon took up arms again, and he and Ye Shaowen died together, completing the redemption in their own way.

He smiled as he sat down against the wall with three bullets in his body, life was passing quickly, and at this moment he felt more calm and clear than ever, and his soul was free.

Good and evil are just a thought.

Tang Tao sighed and said: "Master, in fact, you have a chance to redeem all this, when they come to blackmail you, you can choose to call the police, but you don't, you are afraid, you are worried that you will go to jail, you are worried that your reputation will be damaged, maybe you want to continue to make up for your sins, but you have harmed Juehui's life in vain, and you have only increased the number of murders, I think you should know better than me the true meaning of the Wuxiang Temple, the phase is born from the heart, there is no self and no phase, the emptiness is born from the heart, there is no self and there is no emptiness, how can you let go if your heart is not empty?" ”

Master Fuxian folded his hands and bowed his head in confession, he had wanted to let go countless times, but in the end he still didn't do it.

Three cases, spanning more than ten years of grievances, occurred at the same time in just a few days because of some coincidence.

Perhaps this is providence.

Pingle City Airport.

Liu Bing glanced at the time, and in five minutes he was about to fly from Pingle to Nepal.

Suddenly, Liu Bing was tapped on the shoulder.

When I looked back, I saw that it was a young man with glasses, followed by several policemen.

"Master Tiger, are you leaving? Don't play for a few days? Li Xiao asked with a smile.

Liu Bing's expression was a little embarrassed.

"I don't understand what to say."

"Okay, stop acting, I've checked your information, you are not Liu Bing himself at all, you just look alike, a year ago you took over Liu Bing's almost closed farmhouse and bought his identity, in fact, you are Juehui's behind-the-scenes boss Tiger Ye, you filmed him to kill Master Fuxian, I didn't expect him to disappear completely as soon as he left, you found them last year, but you were afraid of Juehui's skills and didn't dare to do it yourself, and you were also afraid of exposure, so you found Ye Shaowen and arranged them in your own farmhouse, In order to prevent them from knowing you, but also to avoid suspicion, you disappear after they move in, remote control them through the phone, if they succeed, then you kill them and reap the profits, for which you have stepped on the point, and even talked to the rancher, the ranch is where you have to do it, if they miss, then you also have alibi evidence, everything is manipulated by the tiger master behind his back, this has nothing to do with your fake Liu Bing, I have to say that your plan is really wonderful. ”

Liu Bing was still acting, and defended: "Don't spew blood, what evidence do you have?" ”

"The evidence is very simple, you and Ye Shaowen have been contacted by WeChat, maybe you have changed your number, but the cache file of WeChat is still there, just open your phone and take a look."

Liu Bing's face was dark, and it was too late for him to run.

A day later, the road outside the Wuxiang Temple was full of people, and Jue Neng took a step in the direction of Lhasa with a wooden stick.

Carrying the ashes of Master Fuxian's father in the backpack behind him, the old man is gone, and he is going to fulfill the old man's last wish and go to Lhasa to worship.

Tang Tao also stood in the crowd, and he picked up his mobile phone to take a picture of Jueneng's back.

Behind him, several senior brothers clasped their hands together, and the sound of chanting slowly spread in the morning light.

World-honored one, if all sentient beings recite the mantra of great compassion and fall into the three evil paths, I vow not to attain enlightenment, recite the mantra of great compassion, if I do not give birth to the Buddhas, I vow not to attain enlightenment, recite the mantra of great compassion, if I do not have immeasurable samadhi arguments, I vow not to attain enlightenment, recite the mantra of great compassion, if I do not have immeasurable samadhi arguments, I vow not to attain enlightenment, recite the mantra of great compassion, and do everything I ask for in this life, if it does not come true, I will not be a dharani of great compassion. Only the bad and the insincere......