The temple where the prince brought the practice from a young age is called Chanqing Temple, it is located in the deep mountains, the two peaks are holding the forest and the trees are towering, the ancient temple in the deep mountains is full of clouds and smoke, looking at the Zenqing temple from afar, the building is majestic, simple and magnificent.

Although it is an ancient temple in the deep mountains, because of the water and land puja believers, the mountains and the sea of people are endless, the water and land puja is an important practice meeting of the Buddhist family, the puja is for the Buddhas and sages of the ten directions, and the foundation of fasting is not to save all sentient beings in the six realms.

And set up a wide range of mandalas, so that the participating beings can have their causes and roots, to each altar to listen to the scriptures and hear the Dharma, so in the festival to provide for the salvation of sentient beings, the range is quite wide, so the collection of disaster elimination Pudu on the upper and lower offerings to the many incredible special merits.

After the prince settled me and Yun Duruo, he bathed and changed clothes to deal with Buddhist affairs, and Yun Duruo and I were arranged in the backyard where the pilgrims of the temple lived, which was very quiet for several days, and every day I heard the monks chanting the Buddha in the temple at dusk and drum, there was a kind of earthly peace and tranquility, and gradually I could also perceive the indifference of the heart like stopping water.

Although the blurring of my eyes did not improve after a few days, my mood was really much empty, and the water and land puja lasted for three days with unprecedented pomp, Yun Duruo and I both stopped in the backyard, and when we had nothing to do, we saw the devotees leaving the mountain one after another and walked around the temple.

Swim to the back yard to see a red-walled and blue-tiled courtyard, particularly simple and quiet, only to see a lush and towering Bodhi tree in the courtyard when you walk in.

The Bodhi tree has a deep relationship with Buddhism, it is said that the Buddha Shakyamuni after years of practice, finally once meditated under the Bodhi tree for 7 days and 7 nights, defeated all kinds of evil temptations, and when the sky is about to dawn and the morning star rises, he will attain great enlightenment and eventually become a Buddha.

And because when Shakyamuni Buddha meditated under the Bodhi tree, the god of the Bodhi tree used the leaves to shield Shakyamuni Buddha from the wind and rain and protect him from cultivating with peace of mind, so the name is considered to be the earliest protector god of Buddhism.

"My brother told me that if there is a practitioner in the Buddhist family who achieves the Buddha's path under a certain tree, this tree is called the Bodhi tree, so the Bodhi tree is a sacred tree for Buddhist believers." Yun Duruo stood beside me and said softly. "When my brother was practicing Buddhism in Chanqing Temple, he often sat under this tree for a few days and nights."

I looked up at the towering tree in front of me and couldn't help but have a solemn solemnity, my eyes fell on the tree and saw the two people sitting cross-legged under the tree, on the left is the prince wearing a white Buddha robe made me a little stunned, he looks a bit like an otherworldly monk in a Buddhist robe, he plucked the rosary in his hand on the tea table in front of a pot of tea.

Sitting opposite him was an old monk, serving tea and drinking, gestured calmly, as immobile as a mountain, Yun Duruo and I walked over, and the prince waved his hand and signaled us to sit down.

"Presumably, this is the benefactor mentioned by the Six Paths." The old monk looked at me calmly.

"Master of Wisdom." Yun Duruo was respectful in front of the old monk, and he must have known each other before.

"This is the presiding abbot of Chanqing Temple, and also my master, Master Zhiwu." The prince introduced me.

I hurriedly nodded without being humble or arrogant, and clasped my hands together as Yun Duruo did.

"Seeing that the donor's face is very difficult, is there something to worry about?" Zhiwu asked calmly.

"Recently, I have had some problems with my eyes, and I can't see clearly, so I guess I'm worried about it." I replied with a faint smile.

"Do you know what kind of tree is behind you?" Zhiwu pointed at the uncle and asked with a smile.

"The linden tree." I replied.

"Since the donor is destined to come here, the poor monk might as well tell the donor a story." Zhiwu said as he poured me tea. "In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Zen Buddhism passed to the fifth ancestor Master Hongren, who was lecturing at the Huangmei Temple in Hubei at that time, and had more than 500 disciples, among which the leader was the eldest disciple Master Shenxiu."

I picked up my teacup and listened carefully to the story of Zhiwu, who was the master of the prince and must have been an otherworldly monk, and he must have had another meaning in telling me the story.

Zhiwu took a sip of tea and continued calmly, Shenxiu is also recognized by everyone as the heir to the mantle of Zen Buddhism, Hongren is gradually aging, so he wants to find an heir among his disciples, so he said to his apprentices, everyone makes a poem with Zen feeling, and whoever does well will pass the mantle to whom.

At this time, Shenxiu wanted to inherit the mantle, but he was afraid that because he made this poem for the purpose of inheriting the mantle, he would violate the artistic conception of Buddhism's inaction.

So he got up in the middle of the night and wrote a poem on the courtyard wall, the body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, do not cause dust, this poem means, to take care of one's own heart and state of mind at all times, through continuous practice to resist the temptation of the outside, and all kinds of evil demons, is a kind of mentality to enter the world, emphasizing the role of practice.

When everyone saw this poem the next morning, they all said yes, and Hongren didn't make any comments after seeing it, because he knew that Shenxiu hadn't had an epiphany yet.

After hearing that there was a fire-headed monk in the temple, Huineng asked someone to take him to see this poem, and Huineng was illiterate and said on the spot that this person had not yet understood the true meaning.

So he made another poem himself, begging others to write it next to Shenxiu's poem.

Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust.

There is this poem to see that Hui Neng is a person with great wisdom, the world is originally empty, see everything in the world is an empty word, if the heart is empty, it doesn't matter to resist the temptation outside, anything passes through the heart, leaving no traces, this is a very high realm of Zen Buddhism, people who appreciate this realm, is the so-called enlightenment.

"The donor is worried about the eye disease, what is the use of worrying about the matter at this point, the eye disease is like a disaster to the donor, everything is a certainty, such as this big tree, the donor is Bodhi in the eyes, but in my eyes it is empty." Zhiwu smiled indifferently and said with a heart like water. "All kinds of troubles are born from the heart of the benefactor."

I suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization, Xiao Lianshan said that my eye disease may be related to yin and yang eyes, and Han Yu told me that whether I can open yin and yang eyes or not is not my final say at all, since everything is doomed, why should I bother about it.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly nodded to Zhiwu and thanked him, thanking him for making me feel enlightened.

"Master, the disciple took him up the mountain to listen to the master's enlightenment, the master once instructed the disciple to cultivate the Eight Heavenly Dragons if he encounters the people of the Dark Flame to assist him in his deeds, and now he is suffering from eye disease and I don't know if there is a cure?" The prince asked respectfully with one hand folded.

"The six vajra rosaries in your hands are also called vajra, and they are also very valuable for Bodhi. Vajra is incomparably hard, indestructible, and has the power to destroy all evil. Zhiwu said calmly to the prince. You hold the vajra rosary on its left and right to ward off the obstacles. ”

"Master, do you mean that if my brother is by his side, his eye disease will slowly improve, right?" Yun Duruo asked.

"Buddhism talks about cause and effect, all karma has a cause, the donor's eye disease is the effect, there is a cause to have a effect, and it is always the donor's own choice." Zhiwu put down the teacup in his hand and said earnestly. "Can the donor think about when the eye disease began?"

I frowned and thought about it, my eyes were blurred and I had only recently started to get worse, but the real situation was the first to ......

"It started when we took over the Mu Hanzhi case." I looked at Yun Duruo with certainty and said in surprise. "I didn't have this in my eyes before, but it was vaguely blurry from the beginning of the investigation of that case."

"Now that the donor has found the cause, it will be up to the donor to create what will be the result in the future."

Xiao Lianshan once said that everything was deliberately arranged for me to come into contact with these cases, and if I think about it, it seems that the more things I come into contact with, the more serious my eyes will blur.

If I hadn't met the crown prince, he would have had the blessing of the Vajra Bodhi rosary in his hand, and my eye disease would have worsened long ago.

"Master, is there a way to cure his eye disease?" Yun Duruo asked with concern.

"Karma can not be cured, the cause he sows will bear the retribution, and everything will be eradicated by him." Zhiwu smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, and said slowly. "The poor monk has a way to temporarily control his eye disease, but ......"

"The master doesn't speak out." I asked seriously.

"Treating the symptoms but not the root cause, even if it can be temporarily controlled, the donor's eye disease is afraid that it will worsen sooner or later, but there is a certain number of blessings and misfortunes, and it is also like a loss of horses." Zhiwu looked at me and said calmly. "Maybe misfortune is the real blessing."

"What does the master mean that my eyes will go blind sooner or later?" I asked, surprised.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust." Zhiwu folded his hands and said to me indifferently. "If the donor's heart is as calm as dust, and he looks at the world with his heart, what is there to fear if he is blind, and if the donor sees the light again, he is afraid that it will be a thousand disasters."

"Master, you just said that there is a way to temporarily control his eye disease, what is the solution?" Yun Duruo asked persistently.

"There is a blood-stained Bodhi tree in this backyard, which blooms and bears fruit once in decades, and its seeds are as red as blood, and it is extremely moist, and there is infinite Buddha nature grinding into powder to relieve his eye disease." Zhiwu pointed to a low tree in the distance.

"Master......" The prince was stunned, and the rosary in his hand stopped. The Blood Bodhi Seed is a severe pain if he takes ......"

"The donor will decide." Zhiwu stood up, folded his hands and saluted us, and slowly left.

I took a deep breath and smiled weakly, the prince brought me here presumably to find Zhiwu to cure my eyes, but if I eat the blood bodhi, I will definitely die, if I don't eat it, my eyes will deteriorate and become blind, and it seems that I have no choice at all.

The prince kept looking at Yun Duruo's expression a little flustered, they should be worried about my eye disease, but I went to comfort them Since it is destined to be something that cannot be changed, just like Master Zhiwu said, why bother.

Although I said this, I still felt a little regretful in my heart, I really didn't dare to imagine what it would be like when I lost my sight, and at night Yun Duruo knocked on the door, and she came in with a bowl of blood-colored decoction in her hand for me to drink.

"Didn't your brother say that Blood Bodhi is highly poisonous, and I will definitely die if I drink it." I looked at Yun Duruo with a wry smile.

"If you are told to drink it, who told you that this is a blood bodhi seed." Yun Duruo handed the bowl to me. "My brother went to ask Master Zhiwu again, and found a home remedy that might be able to temporarily control your eye disease."

Yun Duruo forced me to drink it while saying, the medicine tasted astringent and bitter swallowed, Yun Duruo couldn't help but hold up the bottom of the bowl and forced me to drink it hard, and my stomach turned over several times and almost vomited, but it was strange to say, although the medicine was hard to swallow, I soon felt that my eyes were no longer so blurry after drinking it.

"This ...... What kind of medicine is this? I asked, looking at the remaining potion in the bowl.

"Just drink it, and it won't hurt you." Yun Duruo replied with a faint smile.