Silver Dust's question sounded very simple, even a little naïve, but in the ears of Master Xuanzhi, it was tantamount to a few thunderbolts. An old monk who has been immersed in Buddhism for more than 70 years, and a well-known master of the inner family in the "Hanshan Temple," was actually asked such a question at this time! Yes, if you don't enter the red dust, what else can you talk about getting out of the red dust? The Buddha has tens of millions of incarnations and hundreds of millions of scriptures, but why? Isn't it enough to say the six-character mantra? Isn't it that as long as you have a six-character mantra, you can break 10,000 laws, subdue the hundreds of millions of evil demons in the world, and transcend yourself to reach a realm that cannot be attained by mortal fetus? Isn't it true that as long as you have a six-character mantra, you can continue to cultivate, and even the " Can you do without the Vajra Demon Sutra, you can directly sanctify your body and cultivate the supreme golden body (a thing similar to a primordial infant, with infinite power)? Why do you need so many scriptures from this sutra and that sutra?

It turns out that these scriptures are used to enter the WTO!

"Joining the WTO as a monk and purifying all sentient beings, even if there are 10,000 laws, I am afraid that it will not be enough...... Billions of Buddhas are incarnated and billions of treasures are all for the purpose of transforming the infinite beings in the three thousand worlds! If you don't enter the red dust, how can you transcend it? The donor is right, only by cleansing the Shaohua can we reverse the destruction and return to the truth! Only by entering the red dust and the red dust can we get out of the red dust and achieve bliss! Donor, the old man has been taught, please accept the old lady and bow down!"

After listening to Yinchen's words, Master Xuanzhi was silent for a long time and thought for a long time. It itself wants to answer Yinchen's question from the perspective of Buddhism, so that Yinchen can be convinced, and finally convert to Buddhism, after all, looking at Yinchen such a smart and beautiful child, and thinking of his lonely life, Master Xuanzhi can't help but move the mind of accepting disciples, but the master thinks about it, and suddenly his mouth opens, and the question that he has been thinking about for decades suddenly brightens up overnight. Yinchen's sentence "Only after washing away the glory can we return to the basics" recalled in my mind like a thunderbolt, and suddenly, I actually had the feeling of being reincarnated! At that moment, he threw the little selfishness of the apprentice to Java, and his heart was full of gratitude and joy, and he immediately bowed deeply to Yinchen.

"Master can't!" When Yinchen saw the old man bow deeply, he was so frightened that he squirted out on the spot. In the tutoring he received in Evil Luohai City, it was clearly stipulated that the younger generation should not be worshiped by the elders. It is said that this will break the longevity of the yang.

"Master can't! this is too tormenting boy!" said Yinchen's voice tremblingly, and at this time he had already hid behind the pillars of the Buddha hall.

"Amitabha. Monks, don't pay attention to these things, but the little donor's actions are kind! Come on, come on, and taste this fragrant tea with the poor monk first!" Master Xuanzhi was really amused by the exaggerated performance of the silver-haired boy at this moment, and there was a hint of laughter in his gentle voice.

Yinchen walked out from behind the pillar and sat back down next to the small desk again......

[Next day]

Autumn mornings in the north are still relatively cold. When the rising sun began to pour orange-red light on Pan Yangcheng, the moss in the cracks of the steps hung with dew like ice crystals. The bell of Fahua Temple rang at the right time, which did not disturb the sleep of the people, nor delayed the beautiful scene of the rising sun in the morning. In the lingering, rich and gentle bell, Yinchen, a silver-haired young man who was only eleven years old, wearing a clean plain white robe and preparing a small bag, Shi Shiran greeted the richly dressed ladies who were vying to come to offer incense, stepped down the slightly slippery steps, and walked to the door of Fahua Temple.

The crowd gathered outside the Fahua Temple was in a commotion. Not because of Yinchen's clean appearance, not because of his slightly peculiar appearance, but because of the little silver-haired boy, a respected abbot master came out.

Master Xuanzhi was kind and kind-eyed, with a warm smile on his face, and bowed slightly to all the female benefactors who came to pay homage to the incense, and then slowly turned to the silver dust, and the master's pair of plain and clear pupils like mountain springs revealed a trace of reluctance very rarely.

"Silver Dust Donor, why are you so anxious? Seeing that autumn is going to winter, and the weather is getting colder, it's not a good time to go hiking!"

Master Xuanzhi whispered, a trace of vitality restraining his voice and gently sending it to Yinchen's ears, but not for the onlookers to hear.

"Master. Silver Dust instinctively responded respectfully, and then suddenly reacted, so many people around him watched! Quickly wrapped his voice in arcane magic, and passed on his inner words as if sending an email:

"Master, the silver dust years are good, and we should cherish the time and move forward bravely. Yinchen also carries a last wish of Yating's sister, vowing to break through the world's famous mountains and rivers in her lifetime and create a person-like life! Although Yinchen is still young, there is no problem with self-protection and the like. ”

At this time, the people around Fahua Temple all looked at this old and young, but did not make a sound, and knew that it was the mysterious kung fu of "transmitting sound into the secret", and others could not hear it at all, most of these people who came to worship incense had some awe of the monks of Fahua Temple, how could they dare to be impatient at this time? They could only show the maximum self-cultivation one by one, and just shrank in the crowd and waited.

"Once the donor is gone, I don't know when. The monks pay attention to fate, and the poor monks ...... I don't force it. It's just that now the world is chaotic, and the donor is alone, so it is better to be cautious in everything. Master Xuanzhi saw that Yinchen had made up his mind, and he didn't keep it, while instructing with the kung fu of transmitting the sound into the secret, he strode up to Yinchen, bowed down slightly, took out a small brown package embroidered with golden swastika from his robe, and forcibly stuffed it into Yinchen's sleeve.

"Master?" Yinchen exclaimed, "This is unacceptable! The kid has been harassing your temple for three months, how can he still ......?"

Yinchen knew that he didn't need to look at or touch it to know that what was contained in that small cloth bag must be gold and silver and other valuables, and it was very likely that it was the incense money given by those pilgrims! Yinchen was recuperating in Fahua Temple for three months, and the monks of Fahua Temple ate and drank well, and they didn't want him to say a penny, and gave him a large bag of precious healing pills! That thing is basically the same price as gold of the same quality in today's monk circles.

Yinchen can't help but be grateful, these monks are really kind-hearted to the home, no wonder people say that people who really study Buddhism to the bones are all good people!

Yinchen, who thought like this, didn't dare to ask for Master Xuanzhi's things, as a mage, as the only mage in this world, he also had a bottom line, and he really couldn't do that kind of cheeky behavior of eating for nothing.

"The benefactor is like an elephant. The Buddha has 10,000 golden mountains, all of which are left to the destined people. Yellow and white things are not brought by life and death, but they are just disturbed by red dust. Poor monks are monks, and they don't value these, but the little donor is here, and the road is difficult and dangerous, so it is still useful to keep these. Master Xuanzhi ignored Silver Dust's surprise and symbolic resistance, and still stuffed the heavy little package into Silver Dust's hand. At this time, his kind face was soaked in the orange-red light of the east, the Buddha was awe-inspiring, and the treasure was solemn, just like the radiation of brilliance.

Yinchen knew that he couldn't resist the master of the Void Realm in front of him, and he couldn't lose the face of the master in front of so many people, so he could only accept it, but he made up his mind in his heart, and if someone from Hanshan Temple fell into trouble in the future, he had to pull it out.

Good karma is sometimes easier to form than the enemy, and these good karma plays a greater role than the enemy at any time.

"Silver Dust donor, finally listen to the poor monk's advice. Master Xuanzhi patted Yinchen's shoulder lightly, and said earnestly: "The Buddha has done good, and for the evil, he has fallen into the hell path and suffered all kinds of suffering. In the future, the donor may not do good, but he must not do evil for the sake of temporary gain. Six realms of reincarnation, the end of retribution, remember, remember, remember!"

Three "remember" in a row, Yinchen's nose was sour when he heard it. At this time, he was shocked to find that this old monk treated himself as if he were a close descendant! Yinchen didn't know why this was like this, and he didn't know if the master treated every young junior like this. He only knew that the old man in front of him was really the one who treated him sincerely after Zhang Yating.

Not only Yinchen, but also the pilgrims who were watching around were also slightly moved. The heart of the abbot master to persuade people to be kind is really heaven and earth can be learned, these years, the world is declining, the people's hearts are not ancient, and there are really not many people who can maintain a pure and good heart.

"The younger generation remembers the teachings of the master. As he spoke, Yinchen suddenly took a few steps forward, a foot away from Master Xuanzhi, and then turned back and solemnly and reverently bowed to the magicians of Gabriel, the most noble and the highest courtesy that could express respect.

The boy's movements seemed strange, strange, and even mysterious to everyone here, but anyone could feel her piety. Master Xuanzhi was also slightly stunned in the face of Yinchen's strange etiquette, and then he reacted, quickly clasped his hands together, and kept chanting in his mouth: "Good! good!"

The crowd of onlookers automatically got out of the way, let the silver-haired boy pass, and let the silver-haired boy walk into the golden-red sunlight and walk towards his real life. In the Fahua Temple, the high incense with the thickness of the thumb of the pillar is lit as usual, just like any ordinary morning in this city, the morning class has begun, and the sound of the chanting of thoughts and warmth is still sounding, just like any ordinary day in this city. Many years later, no one can remember that it was here that a generation of magical gods began their legendary journey of preaching on such an ordinary morning......