Immortals also have delusions and obsessions, and it is precisely because of this that they will die and fall. In this world, there are immortal weapons handed down. The immortal weapon is the embodiment of the immortal's will. Immortals are like this, let alone ordinary people.

Although Kunlun Mountain is a holy place for immortals, the people who live on Kunlun Mountain are just mortals, so how can they avoid vulgarity. I'm afraid that over the years, the Kunlun faction has been thinking about the immortal artifact of the ancient city of pothos, and it is definitely not an overnight thing.

That's how it goes. However, it is also a loss of this immortal weapon. Suddenly, Monk Xuanyi said this, but he stopped, he looked back at Huijue, with a slight smile in his expression.

Seeing that Monk Xuanyi seemed to be snickering, Huijue was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but say, "I don't know why Monk Xuanyi is laughing?"

Faced with Huijue's question, Monk Xuanyi did not hide it, but said,

"The ancient temple of Bizhu is located in a remote place, and it is a bitter cold place outside the plug. Don't say anything else, just the monks in the temple eat fasting, except for their own farming, they just want to turn into fate, and there is no place to turn fate. It is also thanks to the help of the Kunlun faction all along. There are also many repairs in this temple, all with the help of the disciples of the Kunlun faction. ”

Monk Xuanyi said this, and Huijue couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

The two monks stood in the courtyard sprinkled with snowflakes and looked at each other and smiled, and after laughing, Monk Xuanyi stretched out his hand and said to Huijue, "Master Huijue, please, the remaining meditation room in the temple is in front." ”

"Uh-huh. Withdrawing his smile, Huijue nodded.

Under the leadership of the monk Xuanyi, Huijue came to the door of a meditation room. The door of the meditation room was hidden, and with a gentle push from Monk Xuanyi, the door opened. Similar to the dilapidated appearance outside, there is no bed in the meditation room, only a low couch. Other than that, and the dust that filled the room, there was nothing else.

"This meditation room was originally the residence of a poor monk master. After the master passed away, it was vacant, and if Master Huijue didn't dislike it, he would stay here for the night. Monk Xuanyi spoke.

"Don't dislike, don't dislike. Huijue replied, "Poor monks travel and mostly sleep in the wilderness, and this time it is enough to be able to borrow a shelter in this temple." Where do you dare to say the word disgust. Saying this, Hui Jue was not polite, and walked straight into the meditation room, and then walked towards the long couch step by step, and when he walked in front of the couch, he sat down.

Hui Jue walked step by step, his footsteps were chaotic but peaceful, but his feet fell to the ground, but they did not leave any footprints or traces on the dust on the ground. Even he was sitting on the couch, and there was not a trace of dust on the couch and the room.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, and there was dust everywhere. The mind of Huijue has realized the Zen mind, and it is naturally no longer contaminated with dust. As for the ragged and dirty appearance on his body, it was just the dirt in his own heart. He has dirt in his heart, and he has dirt in himself. When he purifies his Zen mind and realizes the Buddha nature, then he will naturally not be like this at that time.

Or maybe it's still the same face, but there is no difference between this face and that face.

"Amitabha, today I can meet Master Huijue, this Bizhu Temple, it is really in vain to stand here for this slow time. Looking at Huijue, suddenly Monk Xuanyi sighed and said.

Today, because of your presence, my temple, the existence of these long years, has meaning. Monk Xuanyi's words fell, and on the long couch, Huijue's gaze couldn't help but look over. But Monk Xuanyi just smiled slightly, then folded his palms and exited the meditation room.

After Monk Xuanyi left, Huijue muttered silently, and after a long time, he sighed, "Since you already know, why don't you look back?"

When this sentence fell, Huijue was slightly stunned,

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. But since you have entered the sea of suffering, how can you turn back? The suffering of the sea of suffering, the suffering is in practice. As a result of practice, even if you go to the mountain of swords, go to the sea of fire, go to hell, and break your bones, you will never turn back!"

"It's a pity!

Huijue's words fell, but there was a sudden "flutter" chuckle outside the meditation room. With this laughter, only a "squeak" was heard, and the old and decaying wooden window of the meditation room was pushed open. A cloud of dust fell, but a girl's head came in from outside.

"Hey, you little monk, looking young, but you like to be like the senior monks, sighing the truth of the world, is it possible, you look sloppy, in fact, you are really a profound Buddhist senior?" The girl is dressed in a white robe, her facial features are delicate and delicate, and there is a light makeup painted between her eyebrows, which is delicate and playful, quite eye-catching.

Hui Jue shook her head at the girl's words, just looked at the girl standing outside the window and said, "You are really rude." Aren't you afraid, I'm really some kind of great monk, I was hit by you like this, I was angry, and then I taught you a lesson?"

Huijue's words fell, and the girl giggled,

"If you are really a master of Buddhism, you will never worry about a little woman like me. If you are really angry, you are naturally not a master of Buddhism, so what do I have to be afraid of. ”

Saying this, the girl's eyes rolled as she spoke, but she said to Huijue again, "Little monk, what are you doing here outside the Northwest Saiwai? Look at your appearance, aren't you an ascetic monk in the Vajra Zen Temple? I heard my father say that most of the monks in the Vajra Monastery are ascetics, and there are two main factions among them. A school of body cultivation. A school of precepts. Little monk, have you cultivated the precept path?"

The girl's words fell, Huijue looked at her, sat upright, and then said very seriously, word by word, "If you want to talk to me, there is no door." ”

Hui Jue said, the girl was stunned for a moment, and then she laughed angrily, "You little monk, it's really hateful." ”

Saying this, the girl suddenly turned over and jumped in from the window, her movements were light, and she passed through the window, and her figure was as agile as a white phantom. She landed in the room, clapped her hands, and then stepped forward, bent down, and stared at Huijue from the front, the two of them looked at each other for a long time, and the girl withdrew her gaze, clapped her hands, and then said, "Amitabha, Amitabha." Little girl Donnie Yen, I don't know what this master is called?"

"Weird, didn't have a good idea. ”

To the girl's question, Hui Jue just said this, but after saying this, Hui Jue still replied, "Poor monk Hui Jue." ”