The dim candle flame flickered, and the half-light illuminated the small, dim hut.

In addition to the dim candlelight, wisps of green smoke slowly rose in the Buddhist shrine accompanied by the cold and lonely chanting in the room.

Outside the hut, the fierce wind and snow were howling, and the old and dilapidated windows were blown and trembled, making a clanging sound.

The white snow was swept up by the wind, and the earth was turned into a white world.

The cold wind was biting, and it came in through the gap between the adobe of the thatched hut, freezing people's feet and knees.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering...... Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth of the Buddha ”

The last word of the Heart Sutra fell, and Hui Jue, who was sitting cross-legged in the dirt pit, finally couldn't help but shrink his feet.

It's a pity that the shabby and ugly monk's clothes can't cover the cold inside the house.

But in the evening, the homework was done.

After the master passed away, although he was left alone, Huijue still did the homework that should be done.

After all, more than ten years have passed, and it has long been a habit.

"The Buddha said, the five are empty, as they are always there, but everyone in the world is suffering, birth, old age, sickness, death, hunger, thirst, cold, hunger, can't beg, very crazy, love paranoia, how can we be liberated?"

Huijue muttered to himself,

"The Dharma is sacred, but how can it reach out to sentient beings and let them transcend the other side?"

Huijue Qingxiu's face frowned slightly.

If it was in his previous life, Huijue would definitely not believe in any Buddhism or gods and Buddhas, but after crossing over to this world, he would not have this self-confidence.

In this world, there is really Buddhism, immortal arts, and even mountain spirits, wild monsters, and ghosts.

Huijue's master, the Guangfa monk, is such a profound master of Buddhism.

Moreover, in this life, Huijue was picked up by his master Guangfa from an infant baby, and has been practicing Buddhism with his master for seventeen years.

Although it is not as profound as his own master, some simple Dharma supernatural powers can also be used.

It's just that even so, Huijue is a little skeptical, can he really cultivate to become a Buddha by holding sutras and reciting mantras like this? What is a Buddha?!

Is it a real, immortal, omnipotent existence?

Or is it just a symbol of the world's worship, faith and incense?!

"Cultivating Buddha, cultivating Buddha, can you really cultivate a Buddha?"

He sighed.

Immediately, he seemed to realize something again, Huijue was slightly stunned, and the corners of his mouth smiled helplessly, and he couldn't help but be a little stubborn.

The master once said that he has a wisdom root.

It's just that if you cling to delusion too deeply, you will inevitably fall into karmic delirium, and it will be difficult to extricate yourself, and even fall into it, so that you will make a big mistake and you will not be able to turn back.

So the master gave him the Dharma name Huijue.

It means that I hope that he will be aware of karmic delusion and not fall into bigotry.

"Bang~!

Suddenly, in the biting wind and snow whistling outside the house, there was the sound of someone banging on the wooden door.

The voice was eager and forceful, as if the dilapidated and rotten old wooden door of the courtyard gate was about to be damaged.

"Master Huijue~!Is Master Huijue at home?!"

"I'm the old man at the foot of the mountain, and my daughter has been caught up by evil spirits! Master Huijue, open the door quickly, save my daughter!"

The hoarse old voice was filled with anxiety.

"The old man under the mountain?!"

Hearing this voice, Huijue's mind involuntarily popped up with the appearance of a simple and honest old farmer.

Wang Laohan, he knows.

The old farmer of Wangjia Village under the mountain is kind to people, in the past, he and his master went down the mountain to make a fate, and Wang Laohan often gave alms and fasted food.

Half a year ago, when the master passed away, Wang Laohan and some villagers under the mountain also came to help and gave the master a ride.

As soon as he thought of this, Huijue got up in a hurry,

"Here it is!

As he spoke, Hui Jue hurriedly walked out of the inner room.

Walking to the hall, Huijue casually put on a robe to keep out the cold.

Although he has cultivated some Buddhism and supernatural powers, his own Taoism is shallow, and his cultivation is a heart sect, so his physical body really does not have the ability to ignore the cold.

Most of the monks of the Heart Sect have profound Buddhism, but they do not follow the martial arts, do not practice martial arts, and are not proficient in physical supernatural powers, so most of them are no different from ordinary people.

On such a cold day, if your body is frozen by the wind and snow, you will inevitably get seriously ill!

When he opened the door of the house, the icy cold wind suddenly poured in, and Huijue's body shivered involuntarily.

But he didn't think much about it, so he walked over, squeaked, and opened the courtyard door.

Outside the courtyard gate, there was indeed an old man in a robe.

The old man was thin and small, and he was covered with snow on his pale hair and beard, and a thin layer of ice had formed on his brow.

In the appearance, it can be vaguely seen that it is indeed the appearance of Wang Laohan.

"Master Huijue, you go down the mountain with me quickly, my daughter will be dying!"

As soon as Hui Jue opened the door, the old man grabbed his arm with an eager expression.

His withered arms trembled and trembled.

Obviously, in such a snowy day, Wang Laohan came down the bumpy mountain road, and he also suffered a lot.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the little monk will go down the mountain with you. ”

Looking at Wang Laohan's eager appearance, Huijue nodded and said busily.

The people of this world believe in God and Buddha.

Although it is true that there are occasional cases of encountering evil spirits, the villagers say that they are evil spirits, and most of them are actually sick.

But it doesn't matter.

Whether it's an evil upper body or a real illness, for Huijue, just help him heal him!

In this life, Huijue has followed his master Guangfa for more than ten years, and has learned not only Buddhism, but also the exquisite medical skills of Guangfa monks.

Helping the villagers under the mountain to see a doctor and collect medicine, these things, over the years, the Guangfa monk has not done less.

Although his master has passed away now, he will naturally inherit what his master has done.

Wang Laohan saw Huijue nodding, and his expression suddenly showed joy, and then he hurriedly took out a hemp rope from his robe.

"Master Huijue, quickly wrap this hemp rope around your waist, now the snow is covering the mountain, the mountain road is blocked by snow, I also came up with great difficulty, you tie this hemp rope around your waist, so that I can explore the road in front, if there is an accident, you and I can also prevent one or two. ”

Listening to Wang Laohan's words, Huijue nodded.

He tied the hemp rope around his waist, and then said to Wang Laohan,

"Donor, let's go!"

Looking at Wang Laohan's appearance, it was obvious that his daughter's situation was quite urgent, and Huijue was naturally unwilling to delay more.

If you drag it out and get down the hill and everyone dies, that's pretty bad.