When the Hirobayashi ghost woke up.

What caught his eye was an old face.

It was an old monk.

One looked a little like the old monk he remembered, but it wasn't his face.

Although he couldn't remember what the old monk's name was or what he looked like, he was still very sure that the old monk in front of him was not the old monk.

It stands to reason that after being in a coma for so long, in a place of nowhere, there is a person who I don't know who stands in front of me.

The first question should be "Who are you?" or "Where is this?"

Or, no matter how bad it is, you have to ask yourself how long you have been in a coma and why you are here.

And the first problem of Guanglin ghosts is not these.

He looked at the old monk, or at the abbot of Longyin Temple, Li Dongjun's only disciple, Master Buku, and asked, "What about Ding Dong?"

Of course, this question is somewhat abrupt, even inexplicable.

After all, Master Buku never knew who Ding Dong was, so how could he answer the question of Guanglin Ghost?

However, Master Buku did not show any surprise or embarrassment at this, and he never thought of answering the little monk's question from the beginning.

He squinted at the Guanglin Ghost, and a complicated look appeared on his wrinkled face—a look of remembrance and worry, joy and sadness.

He looked at it for a long time, and it wasn't until the anxiety on Guanglin's grimace still had a tendency to turn into dissatisfaction that the old monk's voice sounded for the first time in the wooden house surrounded by sandalwood.

He said, "Have you seen him?"

The old monk's question is more and more puzzling than that of the Guanglin ghost.

"Who?" the inevitable Guanglin ghost frowned at that time, puzzled.

"Li Dongjun. The old monk squinted his eyes and suddenly opened them round, and a terrifying light burst out in his cloudy eyes, like an arhat staring, like a Buddha looking at the world. Panic and majesty, straight to the heart.

"Li Dongjun?" Guanglin Ghost's brows furrowed, this name seemed to have some kind of indescribable magic power for him.

This made him in a trance, he remembered that outside the Niutou Village, after he slaughtered hundreds of thieves by himself, Liu Dingdang became seriously ill, and then he met the guy who claimed to be the master of the Senluo Palace.

He rescued Liu Dingdang, he called himself the King of Jizo, he took him to the depths of the Gu Forest, and poured some terrifying power into him beside the great demon skeleton, and then, faintly, he seemed to have heard the name Li Dongjun mentioned by that man.

But who is Li Dongjun?

Why did he think the name was so familiar, but why didn't he remember what the owner of the name looked like?

Thinking of this, Guanglin Ghost's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and there was a heart-piercing pain from Naoren because he was desperately trying to remember something.

It was as if something was holding him back from remembering something.

Dense sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.

He vaguely sensed that something seemed to be trying to wake up from his body, and an irresistible coercion enveloped his body, and he was about to be swallowed by that thing, but a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Guanglin Ghost's body shook at that time, and he suddenly came to his senses.

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"I'm going to find Clank!" he said, as he rushed out of the room.

"Amitabha. But at this moment, an old Buddha's horn suddenly sounded behind him.

Guanglin Ghost's body suddenly froze in place as if it had been hit hard, but the voice of the old monk behind him sounded again.

"It's hard to get rid of the dusty heart. ”

The old monk's voice seemed to have some indescribable magic, it passed through the little monk's eardrums, crossed his body, and struck straight at his soul.

Some vague images come to mind.

It was a bustling street, with pedestrians coming and going on both sides of the road, and the vendors on the side of the street were holding sugar gourds, clay dolls, small puppets, and many more things that Guanglin ghosts couldn't name but found very interesting. On the street, the little monk and the old monk walked side by side, the old monk lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, but the little monk looked left and right.

This is the first time that the little monk has walked out of the mountain gate, and it is also the first time he has seen the world of flowers under the mountain.

They had gone on a journey to overkill the soul of a good man in the city, who had gone out of the mountain with his master early in the morning, and had only just finished the matter, and then they had to hurry back to the temple overnight.

He came and went in such a hurry that he didn't have time to savor the prosperity of this world, and he had to return to the mountains again.

After all, the little monk is young, and he is used to seeing the green lantern ancient Buddha in the ancient temple in the deep mountains, everything in this world, even if it is just the most common sugar gourd or puppet show on the street, has a great attraction for him, and he naturally can't help but turn back one step at a time, and he is reluctant.

"The dust is dreamy, but it is like a bubble, if you want to see my Buddha, you must cut off its dust. At this time, the old monk beside him squinted his eyes and said.

The little monk in the phantom gritted his teeth when he heard this, and then looked back at the prosperous world one last time, and finally nodded to the old monk, and said in a crisp voice: "Got it, Master." ”

As soon as this sound fell, the phantom in Guanglin Ghost's mind suddenly dispersed, but before he could come back to his senses, in the ancient house where the incense was burning, the voice of the non-bitter master sounded again.

"The second difficulty is to break the relationship. ”

As a result, certain images resurfaced in Guanglin's mind.

The little monk in the picture has grown into a young man, he is wearing a white robe, and his appearance is so handsome that he seems to have been sketched by a painter with a stroke.

He stood in front of a dilapidated thatched hut, his expression calm, like a big Buddha looking at the world, although his eyes were full of compassion, but he did not see the slightest emotional fluctuation that a living person should have. That kind of compassion is almost equal to all beings, and it does not treat anyone differently because of any relationship.

In front of him, an old couple in their sixties were looking at the monk with teary eyes.

"Ah Di, don't you want to stay a few more days?" asked the thin old woman who stepped forward and looked at the monk tremblingly.

"Time is enough, it's time to go back to the mountain gate. The young monk made a Buddhist salutation to the woman, and the Buddhist ritual was very decent, but with a cold smell that rejected people from thousands of miles away.

"Is that so?" The old woman's face became a little lonely when she heard this, and although the old man on the side didn't say anything, the concern and reluctance in his eyes were almost written on his face.

"When will you come again?" but soon the woman asked again, as she stared at the young monk with a deep hope between her brows.

But the monk's answer made her heart tremble, and he said in a tone that was so calm that it was almost declarative: "I will not come back." ”

This time, it was not the old woman's turn to respond, and there was silence on the side

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The old man stepped out and asked in exclamation, "Why?"

"This time we met, for the sake of the dust. See you today, the fate is over, so why say goodbye. When the monk had said this, he turned and departed.

Seeing this, the two old men's faces changed again, and they were about to step forward to stop them, but at that moment, they seemed to think of something, and their faces suddenly turned ashamed, and they stopped their movements vividly, and could only watch from a distance as the young monk in white gradually disappeared from their eyes.

It wasn't until after the Hundred Breaths that the monk came to a place a hundred feet away from where the two old men were.

There, a woman in a water-sleeved gown was standing there, smiling at the monk.

She hurried up to meet her, her pink sleeves fluttering in the spring breeze like a swallow across the wasteland.

"Are you done? Brother Dongjun. The woman stood still in front of the monk and asked with a smile.

"Hmm. The monk nodded, his face still calm.

"When will you come again?" the woman asked again.

"Not again. ”

"Why? are they your parents!?" the woman looked surprised.

"Come for the edge of the dust, the fate of the dust is over, why bother to see each other. The monk's tone was still calm, as if he were explaining something inconsequential.

"Are you mad at them, because they abandoned you back then—" the woman asked, frowning, a worried look on her brow.

"If you don't see the Buddha, it will be difficult for the common people to live, my heart has already promised the common people, and I can't tolerate them..." The monk's tone finally changed slightly at that moment, but this change was quickly restrained by him.

The woman seemed to feel this, she didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, her face once again burst into a smile like a spring breeze, she squinted at the monk and suddenly asked, "What about me?"

The monk's body shook again, he looked at the woman deeply, and after a long time he turned around and left in silence.

And to make this monk so speechless was a rare victory for the woman, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was even worse, and she quickly caught up with the pace of the Taoist's departure at that time.

Such a picture disappeared from Guanglin Ghost's mind at that moment, but a voice was faintly heard: "Your most difficult calamity, so I left you last..."

"Three difficulties to break the anger. ”

"Four unforgettable hatreds. ”

"Five difficulties to resist greed. ”

"Six tribulations level sentient beings. ”

"Seven difficulties and sufferings. ”

"Eight difficulties through reincarnation. ”

And after that, the voice of the master of non-bitterness sounded one after another, and each voice was accompanied by pictures injected into Guanglin Ghost's mind, and his gaze gradually became hollow with the flashing of these pictures, and he gradually entered a state of forgetting about things and me...

"Nine difficult burials..."

At this time, the last voice of the master of non-bitterness sounded, but this one was no longer as sonorous and powerful as before, but like a long sigh.

At that time, he looked at the Guanglin Ghost who had already sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, and the eyes of the Master of Immortality became flickering.

He opened his mouth again and whispered.

"This last difficulty... Will you be able to get through it?"

"Master?"

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