"Amitabha. ”

"Is it because the sadness in his heart is so great that others will be infected by the sadness in his heart as long as they look at it?"

In Huijue's heart, such a thought arose.

Then in his heart, he silently recited the verses of the Prajna Sutra.

Dispel the sorrow that invaded his heart.

But at this moment, when Huijue inadvertently looked back, Fu Qingxiao beside him had already shed tears.

"Donor?!"

Looking at Fu Qingxiao's appearance, Huijue's heart tightened slightly.

He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to chant the scriptures and wake Fu Qingxiao up.

However, it is unbelievable that at this time, Fu Qingxiao just sighed faintly and wiped his tears.

Immediately, she looked at Hui Jue and said with a tearful smile,

Let the master smile. ”

When Qingxiao saw this person at first glance, he was sad, and when he thought of some things, he couldn't help but lose his mind a little. ”

"It's okay now. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Huijue nodded.

But he didn't say anything more, and he didn't ask anything more.

Everyone has their own story.

He has things in his heart that he will never forget.

Fu Qingxiao naturally has it.

Maybe Fu Qingxiao was born to be loved by fate.

His father was a state pastor, and he was born with good ability.

But fate twisted and turned, and she naturally had her joys and sorrows.

Withdrawing his gaze, Hui Jue once again looked at the white-clothed ghost not far away.

The white-clothed ghost stood there alone, seemingly completely unaware of Huijue's arrival.

He just stood alone, waiting.

It seems that this is the case, he can wait forever, even until the sky is old.

"I wonder if you can talk to this person?"

Hui Jue muttered.

The words fell, but he strode towards the white-clothed ghost and the ancient well.

He walked over step by step, until he reached the place where the white-clothed ghost was three feet in front of him before stopping.

As Hui Jue approached, he could feel an incomparably cold and sad aura emanating from the body of the white-clothed ghost.

He hung his head slightly, and his hazy face seemed to be a little lost.

His gaze was empty and dull, without the slightest hint of divine light.

Looking at the white clothes on his body, it seems that it really looks like the legend.

He was a sick scholar who died of an illness.

"Amitabha. ”

"Donor, maybe you heard the little monk talking?"

Looking at the white-clothed ghost in front of him, Huijue muttered a Buddha name.

The compassionate and soft Buddha sound sounds, like a circle of ripples rippling in and out, which also does not enter people's hearts, giving people an incomparably peaceful and compassionate feeling.

But in the face of Hui Jue's words, the ghost in white just didn't say a word, as if he didn't realize it.

Seeing this, Hui Jue sighed, but slowly continued to approach the white-clothed ghost again.

This time, he didn't stop until he was less than seven feet in front of the white-clothed ghost.

One person and one ghost, looking at each other.

At this moment, Hui Jue was faint, and he could even feel the cold ghost aura on the white-clothed ghost shadow constantly turning into a yin wind blowing.

It was as if the ghost in white was blowing at him.

"Donor, you have been persistent in this thirty years, can you tell the little monk why this is so?"

"I don't know, can the little monk help you?"

Hui Jue clasped his palms together and said in a compassionate and sincere voice towards the white-clothed ghost.

He really wanted to help him.

Not to mention the matter of nine tears.

The white-clothed ghost in front of him fell into practice and confusion, wandering and waiting for thirty years, and still unable to extricate himself.

Quite pathetic indeed.

Thirty years, a full thirty years, even though he was dead, he was still alone, waiting here alone, waiting for someone who might never appear.

What a kind of attachment?!

But how pathetic.

If he could, Huijue really wanted to help him, so that he could fulfill his wish and get liberation.

Thirty years, it is very likely that the person he is waiting for may or may not be alive.

However, the white-clothed ghost still did not answer Hui Jue.

He was just stunned, just waiting.

It was as if he had been trapped in his own world, trapped in his own agreement, and could never get out of it.

Looking at this white-clothed ghost figure who seemed to be lost and sad and sad, Hui Jue let out a long sigh, and then he just sat down cross-legged, and then pinched a wishing seal with his left hand and a sentient seal with his right hand.

With his hands on his legs, Huijue's eyes closed slightly, and he opened his mouth to mutter,

"......Hum!

A compassionate and gentle Buddha voice sounded.

From Huijue's body, a faint Buddha light suddenly bloomed.

In the shadow of the Buddha's light, from behind Huijue, there seems to be a bodhisattva phantom rising.

This is Manjushri's mantra.

It has the supreme magic of opening wisdom and relieving delusion.

However, the Buddha's light rippled, and the sound of chanting continued to surge towards the white-clothed ghost in front of him like waves, seemingly engulfing him.

But the ghost in white remained motionless.

The compassionate and soft Sanskrit voice sounded, but it seemed to speak to a cold stone.

There was simply no way to wake him up.

Huijue kept reciting Manjushri's mantra, and recited a cup of tea, but it never had any effect.

Finally, he frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the hazy white-clothed ghost, feeling the still cold aura constantly emanating from it, Huijue spoke,

"You, really can't you hear?"

Huijue's words sounded, but the night wind blew, and the sound of bamboo leaves drowned out Huijue's voice.

"Looks like it's a tricky question. ”

Huijue couldn't help but sigh.

And at this time, behind Huijue, Fu Qingxiao also walked over.

"Master, we'd better find a way to know his identity and origin first, so that maybe we can know what happened to him, and what he is for, what will he be like now?"

Fu Qingxiao walked over and walked all the way to Huijue's side.

But this time, Hui Jue hesitated slightly, but put his palms together, and then read softly,

"Well!"

This is the second mantra of the eight-character mantra.

The Buddha sounded.

Shocking to the soul.

But with the sound of the Buddha, in Huijue's eyes, the golden light was faint, and then his gaze fell on the body of the white-clothed ghost.

From the body of the white-clothed ghost, dense threads appeared one after another.

These lines are thick and thin.

From his body, it continued to stretch out in all directions.

This is the cause and effect line.

Hui Jue used the mantra of retribution Buddha to let his Dharma eye penetrate the cause and effect of the white-clothed ghost.

Most of the causal lines on the white-clothed ghost are very faint.

This shows that in the past thirty years, many people who have a relationship with him have passed away, and his influence in this world has become weaker and weaker.