Time flows inadvertently through the fingers, and the years quietly cross the eyebrows. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's been years since Hui Ding became a pure cultivator. Sometimes Hui Ding himself forgets the name he used to use in a trance. He had already regarded himself as a pure cultivator.

However, that unwilling to pass away life reminds people all the time, and always inadvertently let the dusty past come into people's eyes again and again.

Yu Yiping appeared outside the mountain gate of Nanputuo Temple with the elderly abbot Shi Hui. Shi Hui insisted on coming. Yu Yiping asked him to assign the other brothers and sisters of Baochan Temple to come to one. But Shi Hui said that he must ask Hui Ding in person what was the reason why he embarked on the road of no return.

Shi Hui insisted on his own opinion, and Hui Ding said from the bottom of his heart that he was not a wicked person. In the Pure Land of Buddhism, he, as a master, is instilling Buddhist theories all the time, how can he still commit heinous crimes?

Finally, Yu Yiping took Shi Hui to stand in front of "Pure Cultivation".

"Master Jingxiu, there is an abbot from Baochan Temple in Wuling Town, Master Shi Hui who wants to meet you!" Yu Yiping turned sideways and let Abbot Shi Hui step forward.

"Wuling Baochan Temple? Oh! It's also a holy place for Buddhism! Look up for a long time, look up for a long time! "The clean face does not change color, and the heart does not beat. There was not a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Master Pure Cultivation, right?" Shi Hui tried to calm down her tone as much as possible.

"Don't dare to be, I'm just a little novice in front of the abbot."

"I also once had an apprentice as big as you, named Huiding, who was also proficient in Buddhism and devoted himself to Buddha, but unfortunately, he made a mistake at a young age, leaving his master and Buddhist brothers on the road of no return." Shi Hui looked at Hui Ding, whose heart was like stopping water, and her voice choked.

"Oh! It's a pity. Hui Ding's eyes looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the distance, and responded thoughtfully to Shi Hui's words.

The elderly Shi Hui looked at Hui Ding's appearance, and her body trembled with anger: "Jing Xiu, please look into my eyes!" I have something to ask you! ”

Shi Hui's words finally made Hui Ding retract his gaze from afar, and he lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at those old eyes, he was too familiar with those eyes, those eyes had been with him throughout his youth. Witness him go from an ignorant teenager to a middle-aged man with a heart for it. He didn't dare to look at those eyes when Master Shi Hui came in. He can avoid Master's questioning, but he can't meet Master's eyes. He still can't let go of all his scruples in his heart.

"Huiding! You look me in the eye! Shi Hui's voice became more severe.

When Hui Ding heard this, he lowered his head even lower.

"Huiding, as a teacher, no matter what you made a big mistake in the first place, as long as you dare to admit your mistakes now! You will always remember that you are my Shihui's apprentice! “

With a "plop", Hui Ding knelt down under Shi Hui's knees.

"Master! I'm sorry for your teachings! Hui Ding sighed.

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great! What the Buddha wants us to do is to do good deeds and accumulate virtue! If you can know what is wrong, it is a great good! Shi Hui's old hands caressed Hui Ding's forehead.