"Donor, the deceased is gone. Please also ask the donor to put it down in time. ”

The vast Buddha hall is even brighter and warmer in the autumn afternoon sun. The tall and thick Buddha statue in the middle of the Buddha hall was also bathed in the slightly dazzling sunlight of the northern autumn sun, and the solemn face of the treasure seemed to have a warm smile. It was in such warm eyes, in the quiet and bright Buddha hall, that Abbot Xuanzhi and Yinchen sat opposite each other, tasting a pot of tea that was so sweet that it was almost tasteless.

"I know. Silver Dust stared at the small, pure green leaf in the teacup, flipping up and down in the transparent clear water, feeling like a leaf churning in the elusive torrent of fate, unable to even struggle a little.

He didn't say anything more, for he didn't know what to say to the kind old man. His experience, his origin, and his philosophy are too different from this world, and many times, many silent nights, he seems to have bulldozed this world and recreated it. Of course, he couldn't.

"The donor has suddenly suffered a catastrophe and is in a desperate situation, can you figure out the key to this?" Abbot Xuanzhi asked softly, his tone was very easy-going, but the sharpness in his words was still very piercing, not at all like his easy-going and gentle tone.

"......" Yinchen didn't say, didn't shake his head or nod, he still stared at the leaf in the teacup. After a long time, the master abbot saw that he had no intention of speaking, so he said to himself very casually:

"The matter of the Zhang family is not your fault, it is not the fault of the Zhang family, it is not the fault of General Nie, and even, it is not the fault. His tone was as gentle and casual as before, but it made Silver Dust look up in surprise: "Isn't it wrong?

"It's not a mistake, it's a bitterness. In this world, in addition to good and evil, right and wrong, there is more suffering, the suffering of all beings. Donor, the Buddha said that suffering sentient beings is such an endless sea of suffering!" the old man said earnestly, and every word he said seemed to have a huge echo.

"Is there suffering in the world?" it is indeed ......" Yinchen lowered his head again, not letting Master Xuanzhi see his eyes. At this time, in the pupils of Silver Dust, an infinite storm surged again. He didn't want to say, couldn't say, let alone dared to say, that the tragedy of the Zhang family was a tragedy imposed on them by the totalitarians, and a tragedy caused by an extremely backward social system. He couldn't tell the old man that he had seen with his own eyes a world that was countless times more advanced than the developed and prosperous civilization of the Northern Empire, a world that would at least protect children and at least had a strict judicial system, a world with countless huge factories, scientific research centers, shopping streets, and space warships, a world that could defeat all the armed forces in this world in an instant but never flaunt their strength. He could not tell the old man that the monarchy and slavery were not eternal and perfect social systems, and that they would all be crushed to ashes by the inevitable revolution.

He can't tell the old man that this world can become more perfect, and the civilization of this world can continue to evolve!

Silver Dust knew that the idea of the crazy spinning in his head was the most complete rebellion for anyone in this world, and even a madman would not accept his idea. Silver Dust knew that he was more than a thousand years ahead of this world!

"The suffering in the world is not something you can change. There are thousands of incarnations of Buddhas, but they still can't bring all the people of the world to bliss. The difference is that some people have been fully enlightened and have attained transcendence, while some people have not been fully enlightened and cannot see through the red dust, so they naturally have to drift with the tide in this rolling red dust and struggle in the six realms of reincarnation. ”

"Is the master trying to persuade me to take refuge in Buddhism?" Yinchen suddenly understood, the old man in front of him was not completely purposeless when he treated himself so well, but he didn't have too much selfishness.

"Donor, you have six spiritual wisdoms and good qualifications, and you have suffered such a change all of a sudden, haven't you seen through the red dust?"

"See through the red dust? No, I haven't. I thought, the world is so big, if you don't go out for a walk, how can you be regarded as seeing through the red dust?" Silver Dust raised his head and winked innocently at Master Xuanzhi.

"Donor, all living beings are suffering! Reincarnation is suffering! Since you have already tasted the suffering of boundless karma in the rolling red dust, why do you still want to be obsessed?!" The old monk's face was really a little unhappy, and he raised his voice slightly, and even used a little bit of the strength of the Buddha's lion roar, and shouted in a low voice at the silver dust. That low cry really has a taste of Daigo empowerment in it.

Silver Dust shrank back slightly, as if startled by the Master's voice. He gently lifted the teacup on the small table, gently took a sip of the tea that could hardly be tasted, and gently put down the teacup before slowly saying: "Master, it's not that I'm obsessed, it's that I'm enlightened, and it's difficult." ”

Master Xuanzhi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly, thinking that the kid was so interesting, he actually started a fight with himself. The unhappy expression on his face suddenly faded a little, and he turned into a kind look again. He also took a sip of fragrant tea gently, as if he were an aristocrat, and asked softly, "Why, since you have already understood it, why bother?"

Yinchen smiled lightly, his smile was really a bit like a girl, and even had a taste of alluring the country and the city. At this time, he once again remembered his bizarre and strange life experience, remembered that he had traveled from an extremely developed and advanced interstellar magic era in his two lives, and descended into this nameless and uncivilized wild world in his eyes. Yinchen thinks that this experience is enough to make him fully enlightened, so that he can truly see the essence of the world, so he considers himself an "enlightened person", but even if he is enlightened, he is far from being mentally prepared to escape into the empty door, or in other words, the invisible insistence called "mage" still prevents him from believing in anything else, preventing him from letting go of everything and pinning the rest of his life on the green lights of ancient temples.

Facing the old monk's rhetorical question, Yinchen sorted out his thoughts a little, and then gently, as much as possible, said in a child-specific innocent voice: "The Buddha said that the great one here is like the void, and the great one among all the natures is like the Buddha nature. Presumably, the so-called Buddha nature, since it is all about everything, has come to nothing?"

"Everything in the world is color, but Buddha nature is empty. Color is vain and ephemeral, and emptiness is true eternal bliss. Donor, since you have such a thorough understanding of Buddha nature, why can you still not do it?" Master Xuanzhi was slightly shocked by Yinchen's words, thinking that the little donor could understand this layer at such a young age, and he really knew it. Thinking that all sentient beings, who have been enlightened by the Buddha, enter the Buddha hall and recite the sutras, most of them just want to find a place to live! How many people will really try to understand the original meaning of the Buddhist scriptures, the true meaning of the Buddha nature?

In this world, there is a boundless sea of suffering, and the sentient beings who struggle in the sea of suffering have also been eroded by all kinds of suffering and lost their wisdom roots!

"Master, you may not know that for me, the emptiness of Buddha-nature is the return to the essence after infinite changes, not just nothingness. Only after splitting the thorns, running through the water and fire, and washing away the time, can we get the truth. Today, I am only eleven years old, and I have not endured much tempering in the complicated world, and I have not yet seen all the various states in the world, so how can I talk about washing away the time? Master, I don't understand, I can't enter the WTO, how can I be born? I am not used to seeing the red dust, how can I transcend the red dust? I don't even know what the ten thousand hues are, how can I break through the ten thousand hues and reach the state of emptiness? And when he was unhappy, he took the opportunity to ask one after another, these questions were not the problems he had only come to at this time, and they were not the problems he had encountered only after staying in the Fahua Temple in the past three months, but the problems encountered by many paleoanthropologists in his hometown, the famous cultural city called Evil Luohai City! Before the rise of the magic civilization, the ancient civilization called [Buddha] had become the "mysterious heaven" that countless mages in that world were curious about However, after seven cataclysms, there are very few ancient documents preserved, and this problem appeared in the news as a difficult problem in the paleoanthropological community, and was only remembered by Silver Dust by chance.