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Spring goes to autumn, winter is cold and summer is hot, and the years have passed year after year.

The Buddha said that all things are reincarnated.

He recited countless Buddhist scriptures, copied the scriptures full of eyes, and kowtowed in front of the Buddha for thousands of years, and what he wanted in his heart was still ethereal and illusory.

Master Wuhua said, Mingyue, you go down the mountain, from Hongchen, you still have to escape into the world before you can achieve enlightenment.

He was originally unenlightened, so the Buddha was obsessed with him and ignored him.

He said, OK.

Wearing a monk's robe and a string of Buddhist beads, he was penniless and walked the world.

He walked through the bustling streets, watching the laughter and scolding of all beings, he wandered through the peaceful realm of mountains and rivers, with the sky as the cover, the earth as the cover, and the grass and trees together, the barrenness in the chest was like dry grass growing day and night.

He gradually forgot who he was, and the face that had long been blurred in his memory, but he always remembered that in the distant past, someone had called him lightly - husband.

Covered with wind and sand, he picked up remote towns and walked, and when he was hungry and thirsty, he knocked on the account opening house at random and asked, "Donor, can you make a fate?" ”

Most of the time, there are still well-wishers, and when they share some food with him, they will ask him, where did he come from and where are he going?

"From where you come from, where you go." He said.

There were also such light and bold women, who looked at his handsome skin, and tried to tempt him with lust, but he politely refused.

He has seen rich but barren magnates, who are all addicted to pleasure and do not know what to do; He had also seen poor people who were as lowly as prostitutes, but who were trying to survive.

The poor man must have something to hate, although he has a Buddha in his heart, but he has no Buddha heart.

He has no mercy or compassion.

Looking at it coldly, he walked away silently, he escaped into the empty door, and it was only himself who wanted to redeem, so Master Wuhua said, "Mingyue, you don't have a Buddha heart, but you are a person in the Buddhist gate." ”

The sea of suffering is endless, the Buddha does not cross the person who cannot be crossed, he crosses others, then who is the Buddha who crosses him.

Between sunset, he arrived at another small town, where there was a simple human heart in a poor place.

He ate the fasting meal obtained by fate, his face was free of sorrow and suffering, the hem of the monk's robe was stained with dust, and his facial features were pale with wind and frost.

"Hey, monk," the woman with a hood covering her face came to him, holding a sharp sword in her hand, "Do you want to make a seventh-level floating slaughter?" ”

He looked up and saw the woman's body covered in blood, as well as red bloodstains, he shook his head, "Donor, I have found the wrong person." ”

The cold tip of the sword was against his throat, "That's right, it's you who is the monk." ”

She threw him silver, "Monk, help me grab the medicine, it is to save people's lives, and the Buddha will remember your virtue." ”

His eyes were clear, and he still lowered his head to eat his own food, "Poor monks, don't cross people." ”

The tip of the pick-up slashed through the streamer-like arc, splashing a charming scarlet arc in the air, and a corpse fell at his feet, and the man who was chasing the woman arrived.

"Dead monk!" The woman cursed, and had to fight with her sword against the water.

After he finished his fast, he sat there, watching the warm red blood spill on the hem of his clothes, and seeing the woman in front of him as light as a swallow, and a sword brought a life.

"Amitabha." With his hands folded, he does not cross people, but he can recite the scriptures silently, and he can transcend the restless spirit.

Until, when the bloody sword rested on his arrow again, he heard the woman gasp and say, "What a monk who will not be saved in the face of death, I will kill you with you." ”

He opened his eyes, not afraid of life and death, only looked at the more serious injuries on the woman's body, "Life or death, it's just reincarnation." ”

"Still won't cross me?" The woman asked again.

There was a sigh and a light smell, he slowly got up, twisting the Buddha beads between his fingers, "Donor, if the monks don't talk, the poor monks won't cross people." ”

With that, he reached out and pushed the woman in front of him, and a sharp sword pierced his shoulder blade.

He heard the woman's exclamation, and the last wail of the dying man, and he looked up at the blue sky like a plague, and at last remembered the man's face, the woman who called him husband, his—

Ah-comb!

The eyebrows are picturesque, the smile is clever, and the posture is delicate.

His obsession with this life!

"Monk, didn't you say you wouldn't cross people? Why are you still blocking the sword for me? ”

The woman was asking him and grabbed the back of his hand.

"Well, I won't cross people," he said lightly, "if the donor kills the poor monk, it is death, and blocking a sword for the donor is also death, but after all, it can still save the donor's life, by the way." ”

The woman smiled, "You are a fake monk, so the Buddha will not accept a disciple like you who can only be taken in passing." ”

"Donor, it's wrong again, the poor monk has a precept on his head, and he is a real monk." He is indeed a true monk.

He drew his own sword on his shoulder blade, and he was not only injured, this disaster that fell from the sky, he should naturally go where he should go.

"Hey, monk, where are you going?" The woman asked after him.

"Go where you go." He waved his hand from afar, the monk's robe swayed, and his posture was really carefree, although his shoulder blades were still bleeding from Bobo's blood, but so what, if he came to die, he would die, if the time had not yet come, this little injury would not cost him his life.

He thought of the past, and tried to search for traces of the existence of Ah Com bit by bit, how could he forget, how could he forget the original intention of becoming a Buddhist disciple for so many years.

He wants to atone for his sins, pay for the sins of his parents, he wants to pray, even if he needs to kneel and worship under the Buddha's seat for thousands of years, he only wishes to see each other with a change of eyes.

One life is not enough, then two lives, or three lives, life after life, the Buddha made him this wish.

He began his journey again, and the wound on his shoulder blade scabbed and cracked, cracked and scabbed, and finally the scar fell off, leaving an ugly sword mark.

As the sword mark turned from a pale red to flesh, he saw the woman again.

The woman is still wearing a hood and still killing.

She said, "Monk, are we fated to do this?" ”

He said, "Amitabha, everything in the world is the Dharma. ”

The woman laughed, then pointed her sword at the man lying on the ground in embarrassment, and asked him maliciously, "Monk, will you persuade me to put down the butcher's knife today and cross this fight once?" ”

The man cried out for help, his face in despair was the abyss of fear of death to the extreme.

He still said, "Poor monks, they won't cross people." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman raised her sword and pierced her heart with an arrow, killing her.

"Amitabha," he closed his eyes, smelled blood on the tip of his nose, folded his hands, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"Monk, you are so hypocritical, you don't cross people, but you want to give people excess." The woman's tone was disdainful, and this time her blade was clean and there was not even a drop of blood.

"All living beings are reincarnated." He said the same thing.

"Do you know what he does?" The woman took the sword, "Flower pickers, rape and plunder, all kinds of evil." ”

He shook his head and turned around to leave, good or evil, what does it have to do with him, they are all six impurities, greed, hatred, and lust, which are original sin.

But the woman followed him, without saying much or doing much.

Seeing him turn into a fate, seeing him resting in the wild, seeing him passing by the land of wind and moon fireworks, he was almost pulled away by those women, but from her curtains came a playful chuckle.

He continued to walk, continuing to recite the sutras, not daring to forget his comb again.

One day, when he opened his eyes at dawn, there was no one missing a figure around him.

He was also stunned for a long time, reciting the Buddha's name, "Amitabha." ”

Don't think about it anymore, the gathering and dispersion of people's hearts, that's it, coming or coming, going or going, are all karma.

Maybe the goodbye after parting is the passing of the next life.

The Buddhist beads around his neck had been rubbed very smooth and round, the hem of the monk's robe was tattered, and the shoes on his feet could no longer be worn.

In life, he had nothing in the world, and without a pair of shoes, he didn't feel that he had lost anything.

On that day, he passed by Qishan, where it was rumored that there were bandits, and under the blue sky and white sun, the woman who had left early fell from the sky to block his way, and the curtain was blown by the wind.

He listened to her say, "Monk, this girl still has one less husband in the cottage, how about robbing you today?" ”

He didn't speak, only frowned.

The woman slowly took off her hat, turned around, and looked at him with a smile, "Monk, the girl has a fate with you, and the Buddha also feels that this is cause and effect." ”

He looked at her face, his calm and waveless eyes fluttered slightly, "Poor monk, live up to your ......."

"My name is Asu, what's your name?" The woman stepped forward and grabbed the beads from his wrist.

Aso...... Aso......

"Interest...... Hua Yue ...... "He heard a long-lost name popping out of his mouth.

"Hua Yue," the woman tilted her head to look at her, her eyes turned red in a daze, "What do I think, you are so familiar......"

He laughed, "Yes, that's fate." ”

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