Three days later, late one night, Han Fei hid in an empty house opposite his temporary residence by night, his ears pricked up, listening to the movement outside. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nine black-clothed people secretly took advantage of the night to come to the hotel where Han Fei was staying, leaving four people to guard the four corners of the hotel, each of them watching one direction, and once someone escaped, they could shoot directly. The other five people, led by the leader, walked straight towards the room where Han Fei was.

Looking at the black-lit room, the leader of the man in black kicked open the door, and the next four people immediately broke in to control the whole house, and the leader walked straight to the bed with his gun. The whole action only took about four seconds, but Han Fei was not found in the room.

A hurried whistle came from the black-clothed mouth of the leader, reminding the four outside the hotel to increase their attention.

The leading man in black ran out of the hotel and found that the four men in black were all standing still. He didn't care if the plan fell through, it was a common thing, and it was always the executors who couldn't blame them for the wrong information.

But one of the men in black was obviously a little strange, his body swaying from side to side under the night wind. When he arrived, he found that the man in black had a noose around his neck, leading to the room directly above the second floor of the hotel. He found some foam in the corner of the blackman's mouth, broke it open, and took out a half-melted piece of soap.

"Damn, let him slip away in front of my eyes." The leader in black threw the soap to the ground and said angrily.

At this time, Han Fei had already appeared in an abandoned house in the slum outside the hotel, waiting for the city gate to open at dawn.

Han Fei slowly walked into the house in the dark, intending to find a place to take a short rest. But in the darkness he found a glimmer of light, like the glimmer of a candle. Chasing the light, Han Fei quietly walked to the outside of the inner room, only to see a flickering candle lighting up half of the room, and in the candlelight, a white-bearded monk sitting cross-legged on the empty bed.

After Han Fei watched it for a while, he was about to leave, not wanting to disturb the old monk.

Just when Han Fei turned around and was about to leave, the old monk said: "Meeting is fate, why should the donor be in a hurry." ”

Han Fei walked into the inner room generously, and said, "I'm afraid of disturbing Master Qingxiu, so I plan to leave." ”

When Han Fei entered the house, the old monk opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and clear, and the wisdom that was free from desire should be like this.

The old monk looked at Han Fei and said, "The poor monk has a fate, I don't know what the donor is called, why did he come to this no-man's place late at night?" ”

Han Fei didn't have too many worries about the great monk he met late at night, but he didn't want to tell everything to the stranger. So he replied: "My name is Han Fei, and I do have an unspeakable hidden here late at night, but I am not a traitor. ”

Li Yuan said: "There is a trace of black anger on the donor's forehead, he should have killed someone not long ago, and the anger has not dissipated. ”

Han Fei was secretly surprised, he didn't study Zhou Yi's metaphysics and the like, but the things handed down by the ancestors always have a reason to exist.

The old monk continued: "The donor has a relationship with the Buddha, why not put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." ”

Han Fei replied: "Buddhism also has angry eyes and demon slaying King Kong. ”

"How can you be sure that all you get rid of is a demon?"

"Who can be sure that what they are doing is right, and these are not grounds for inaction, and there is no selfish desire to pursue the original intention, even if it is wrong?"

After listening to it, he repeated again: "The donor has a relationship with the Buddha." ”

"Becoming a monk is another kind of inaction for me, and I can't shut my heart out of the door by escaping into an empty door."

"The donor has kindness in his heart, and it is not your job to kill the Tao, if you don't stop it early, it will be even more tormented in the future."

"I can't go back."

"It hasn't started yet, so I can't go back."

Han Fei felt a feeling of being seen through, and the experience of these days crossed his heart again. Then he said, "The monks don't speak, how can they say so surely." ”

"When you are about to die, you can always see things that you can't normally see."

"Death?" Han Fei asked rhetorically.

Li Yuan smiled and said, "Just before you came in, the poor monk lost all perception, and only boundless darkness shrouded me. ”

Then he pointed to the candle and said, "Look at this candle, the poor monk knows that the end is near, but he wants to return to the monastery where he adopted and became a monk, so he specially lit this candle and planned to hold it out until tomorrow." It's ridiculous, the poor monk has a fate, but he is trapped by fate and does such a devolous act.

Just as the poor monk was about to lose all perception, a ray of light came through, but the poor monk knew that it was not the light of a candle. It was a light with good intentions that illuminated the whole world and cut off the ties that bound me. At the last moment, the poor monk suddenly became enlightened. It is the poor monk who is obsessed with and obsessed, and is used to seeing the fate of the fate, gathering and dispersing, but forgetting that the original self is also a person who fights for fate and chases fate.

If it weren't for the benefactor to solve the doubts, the poor monk would really be ashamed of what he had realized in his life. ”

Han Fei was skeptical about this, and Master Liyuan finally had an epiphany about Thaksin, but his appearance was definitely a coincidence. Buddhism attaches great importance to cause and effect, but Han Fei, who has no unintentional cause, is worthy of his gratitude to Master Yuan.

"Master Yuan was able to have an epiphany, but because of his usual hard practice, it has nothing to do with me, and the master doesn't need to go to his heart."

"The poor monk used his last life as a price for the donor to divinate a hexagram, learned some heavenly opportunities, in order to repay the last puzzle of the grace, hereby tell you. The road ahead is very difficult and difficult, it is better to get rid as soon as possible, if this reduces some of the suffering of the donor, it is worth it for the poor monk to suffer even if he goes to hell. ”

Han Fei didn't believe in metaphysics, but Master Yuan's words were really sincere. Although his truthfulness may have disappointed Master Yuan, a monk like Master Yuan should hate deception even more.

"Master Liyuan is right, but after all, someone needs to bear the suffering. King Jizo Bodhisattva sacrificed his life for righteousness and threw himself into the karmic fire of hell to suffer for all sentient beings. Isn't that exactly what it is? ”

"The donor really has a relationship with my Buddha, and the poor monk's lifelong practice is not comparable to the realm of the donor. If there is an afterlife, the poor monk is willing to become a small novice under the benefactor's seat, always accompanying him. ”

"Seeing that the master's eyes are deep and clear, full of wisdom, how can he say such frivolous words?"

"That's because the donor doesn't know who he is?"

"I'm Han Fei, Han Fei is me."

Hearing this, he smiled, but just as he was about to speak, he shook his head and said, "Don't say, don't say." ”

Han Fei was confused and didn't know how to answer. Then he changed the topic and said: "I don't know where Master Yuan is a senior monk of the temple, if he unfortunately passes away halfway, I can send the master's body back to the temple." ”