Chapter 92 [Amitabha]

"Brother Shen........ Hurry up and bring the poppy powder........" Ru Mo, who was tied to the chair, swayed her waist slightly, and the collar of her blouse was slightly torn apart due to the twisting of her body, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders.

Shen Yue could only sigh, "Sister, you hurt me!"

Ru Mo swallowed her saliva with difficulty, her face turned blue and white for a while, "Brother Shen........ Please........"

"No, I threw it all away." Shen Yue turned his head stiffly.

Ru Mo's face immediately turned blue, and she ordered loudly, "Shen Yue, bring it to me quickly........ Otherwise, I won't let you go........."

Shen Yue helped Ru Mo pull her clothes, wrapped her waist with both hands, and wrapped her tightly, "I believe that you, Brother Shen, will pass, everything will pass." ”

Ru Mo's mouth opened wide, and she shook her body angrily, so anxious that a few tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, "Brother Shen........ Kill me......... I can't stand it........."

Shen Yue struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally let go of his hand and slowly stood up, "Okay, I'll give you poppy powder ........"

Ru Mo whispered, her ass constantly moving back, "Bang dang!" The chair fell to the ground with a thud, and the hands that frustrated the ground were covered with mud, and they were torn out of nowhere, and their clothes were stained with blood, and their hairpins fell off, and their hair was unkempt like straw.

Shen Yue was taken aback, paused, turned around and leaned down, looking at Ru Mo, who was covered in dirt and rot with his head bowed in front of him, he made up his mind; "Sister, poppy powder, brother can't give it to you, if you give it to you, it will hurt you."

Ru Mo stared at Shen Yue in disbelief, why did he seem to have changed into a different person in just a moment, so cold, so cruel.

Shen Yue......... Do you know who I am........ I am the woman of King Liang......... You dare to do this to me........." Ru Mo roared irrationally, because she was uncomfortable, this taste was really indescribable and unbearable.

Fireflies melt into the shadows of the trees, laugh with the wind, and twinkle with the stars. On the table are a plate of stewed tofu, a plate of fried cabbage, two wotou and one steamed bun.

Ru Mo shouted that she was tired and stopped screaming, and Shen Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the hut suddenly became quiet. Shen Yue spread out the thick futon, carried Ru Mo to bed, and broke a small piece of nest head and stuffed it into her mouth.

Ru Mo looked depressed, leaning weakly on the corner of the bed, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her dirty clothes stained with blood, how pitiful and pitiful she was!

Shen Yue sighed softly, took a comb in his hand, picked up Ru Mo's hair, and looked sad, "After a while, untie your clothes and let Brother Shen see where else you have fallen, if you don't take medicine quickly, the wound will be seriously inflamed." ”

Ru Mo shook her head vigorously, and large tears rolled down her face, wetting her and Shen Yue's clothes. Shen Yue couldn't help but panic, and hugged Ru Mo tightly in his arms, feeling distressed and guilty, "Sister, I'm sorry, it's your brother Shen who didn't protect you, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay........."

Getting rid of the addiction to poppy powder, Ru Mo came to the lake alone, sat under the tree, the morning breeze blew her hair, the faint shadow of the tree swayed in the water, reflecting the flickering sunlight in the distance and the solemn silence in the temple, suddenly her eyes were full of refinement!

The shoulder was tickling, as if something was rubbing there, Ru Mo turned her head suspiciously, oops-a butterfly fell on her left shoulder at some point, and her small, turquoise body shone brightly.

Stretching out her hand, the butterfly stopped at Ru Mo's fingertips, silently fanning her wings, she couldn't put it down and touched the butterfly's body, "Little thing, you're so healthy, aren't you?" Do you like quiet? Do you like to stay in the temple?"

"The Buddha said that life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt; If the heart moves, people move recklessly, hurt their bodies and hurt their bones, and then experience all kinds of pain in the world. ”

The soft sound is like the spring wind, the summer rain, gently whisking, slowly flowing. Ru Mo turned her body abruptly, "Brother Shen." ”

Shen Yue stood there, smiling faintly, there was still a butterfly lying in his hand, motionless, he handed the butterfly to Ru Mo's eyes, "As long as you smile at it, it will fly." ”

"Really?" Ru Mo stared at the butterfly excitedly, and a smile had unconsciously appeared on her lips. The butterfly moved, slowly flipped its wings, stood up, as if gathering strength, and after standing still for a moment, it suddenly flew high in a beautiful and graceful posture.

"If the heart does not move, it does not move, and if it does not move, it does not hurt........ The butterfly that has just been lying down will not be injured, but once it flies out, it will be caught, and it knows that it will hurt its bones, so why should it fly out and experience the pain?" Ru Mo suddenly asked Shen Yue.

Shen Yue stared at Ru Mo, "Because it has life, the misfortune is blessed, only when it flies out and experiences the pain of the world, can it be regarded as truly alive, and life can be meaningful." ”

Ru Mo's eyes lit up, nodded and smiled, "Every trauma is a kind of maturity. Thank you, Brother Shen, I understand. ”

Shen Yue's dense and long eyelashes flashed, and his eyes became focused, "Girl, would you like to fly out like that butterfly?"

Ru Mo closed her eyes, avoiding Shen Yue's serious appearance, and a faint smell of fragrant grass slowly floated over, as if she had stepped on the spring field, the summer flower forest, so fresh, so intoxicating! Ten thousand laws of idealism, quiet and far-reaching, free, casual, casual!

Daxiong Treasure Hall, is the main hall of Jiming Temple, magnificent and majestic, resplendent and brilliant, the front of the main hall is the three Buddhas, the middle is Sakyamuni, the left and right sides are the Medicine Buddha and Amitabha Buddha. There are 500 Arhats carved on the east and west walls, with realistic shapes and different expressions, which are lifelike.

The solemn chanting echoed in the main hall, twenty monks and nuns sat neatly on both sides of the Buddha hall, Ru Mo followed the monks and nuns with their hands folded, kneeling on the futon, eyes closed, and a pious face.

An abbot master stood beside Ru Mo, his eyebrows lowered, and his expression was kind, "Donor, have you thought about it?" Cultivation is a bit of work, a thought of foolishness is like a god, and a thought of wisdom is like a life!"

"I've thought about it, master, you can quickly pick up the scissors and cut it for me, three thousand troubles, don't have a single one left, cut it for me quickly." Ru Mo's mood at this time should really be described in four words as "like sitting on a felt", but as soon as she remembered that Xiao Yan and Qiong Yue got married, she was determined to cut off everything and return to peace, and the best choice was to "become a monk".

The abbot master picked up the scissors and pulled a strand of Ru Mo's hair, but he was unexpectedly stopped in time by Shen Yue, who came running; "Master, don't cut ........" and then pointed at Ru Mo in astonishment, "Sister, what are you doing here?" If there is anything you can't think of, you can have a good talk with your brother Shen, why do you have to become a monk?"

Ru Mo half-opened her eyes, looking like she was serious, "Brother Shen, that is, if you plant the cause, you will get the effect, everything is destined." Don't stop me. "Turning to the abbot master, "Master, please drop your hair for your disciples." ”

The abbot nodded, and after reciting a string of scriptures in his mouth, he raised his hand .........., "Slow!" Shen Yue snatched the scissors, glared at Ru Mo, and persuaded; "Sister, have you thought about it, once you become a monk, you can't be attached to Hongchen, do you really not have that thought in your heart?"

"Brother Shen, Xiao Yan and Qiong Yue are married, even if I have thoughts, what can I do? Simply color is emptiness, emptiness is color, a flower is a world, a leaf is the same, everything is illusory. ”

"To practice, you must be patient, you must be willing to be indifferent, and you must be willing to be lonely. If you see the faults and rights and wrongs of sentient beings every day, you have to repent as soon as possible, and this is the practice. The first concept of learning Buddhism is to never look at the faults of sentient beings. You look at the faults of sentient beings, you pollute yourself forever, you can't practice at all. Can you do all of this?"

"Is it okay for you to nag here? Cultivation is to be experienced slowly, to cultivate with compassion, to forgive those who have hurt me with great love, and then bless them without care!" After Ru Mo finished speaking, she continued to look at the abbot master reverently, "Master, please lose your hair." ”

Shen Yue saw that persuasion was useless, so he simply knelt down on the futon and glanced at it; "Amitabha, Lord Wang, hurry up and take care of your woman, this is really not a 'little trouble', if she insists on losing her hair, I'm afraid I will go to Elysium........ Good........ Wonderful........."

"Donor, are you really ready?" The abbot picked up the scissors for the second time, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, but he still held back an expressionless face.

"The disciple is ready, please ask the master to shave the disciple." Ru Mo was categorical, in order to strengthen her confidence.

When the scissors held in the hands of the abbot master just touched the tip of Ru Mo's hair, suddenly an exclamation sounded in his ears, "Master, slow down!"

Ru Mo was startled, reacted quickly, surprised and delighted, and stood up suddenly, "Xiao Yan........."

Xiao Yan's eyebrows were high, as if he was provoked, he gathered his strength and shouted at Shen Yue, "Why don't you know how to stop it, and let Mo'er come here?"

Shen Yue pretended not to hear it, and gritted his teeth, "Amitabha!"

Seeing Xiao Yan reprimanding Shen Yue, Ru Mo was annoyed, put away the smile on her lips, knelt on the futon again, and muttered in her mouth, "Amitabha........ If the heart moves, the thing moves, and when the heart is quiet, the thing is quiet, and the ninety-nine return to one, and finally become a positive result. Cut it, master, don't waste time. ”

"Don't cut it." Xiao Yan ordered.

"I cut it when I say it." Ru Mo was not to be outdone.

"I said I wouldn't cut it, I wouldn't cut it." Xiao Yan was going to grab the scissors in the hands of the abbot master.

Ru Mo took the first step, snatched the scissors, and said proudly; "You said don't cut it, don't cut it, I listen to you? If I want to cut it, you and Qiong Yue will be allowed to marry, and I will not be allowed to cut my hair?"

"Which eye did you see me marrying Qiongyue?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise.

"I ........." The scissors in Ru Mo's hand stopped in mid-air and let out a long breath, "So, didn't you marry Qiong Yue?"

Xiao Yan's expression was extremely serious, solemnly facing the Buddha, clasping his hands together, and bowing deeply, "I, Xiao Yan, swear that I will live up to Mo'er in this life, if I violate this oath, I will ........"