What is fate?

Chen Yuzhi can't understand this scripture, if Li Xiyang said today that he saw the fate law, he would naturally not be surprised, after all, Xiao Zamao was born in the Daomen, but now Hou Cengyan said that he saw the fate law, but it was jaw-dropping.

Fate is affection, law is degree, and fate is often hidden between cause and effect.

The young man asked, "Cen Yan, what is the fate you see?"

The charm woman thought as she walked, and after a long time, she didn't know how to describe it, and sighed: "It seems to be like everything is empty......"

Li Xiyang frowned, patted the young man vigorously, and kept shaking his head.

Si Shao preached all the way, and in half a day, he arrived at the mountainside, in front of a towering ancient temple, Si Shao sat on the ground, and took out a white steamed bun from his arms, which was the ration given to him by the master, or the amount of a whole day.

The plaque of the ancient temple is very magnificent, and the words "Buddha's light shines" shine brightly, but in Chen Yuzhi's eyes, there is no real meaning in this moment, compared with the book of the saint father and son, it is like a child dancing and making ink.

On the mountainside of Baohua, countless sparrows poured in, and they stopped beside Si Shao, motionless, as if they were not afraid of the crowds here.

The little monk broke the steamed bun, broke the whole into countless filaments, and then smiled like a crescent moon, he waved his hand, the filaments were like snow floating at the mountain gate, and before they landed, they were eaten away by the flying sparrows.

"Although the sparrow is small, it has all the organs......"

After the little monk sighed, he stood up again, folded his hands, and the six bells in the ancient temple echoed on the mountainside......

This time, he discussed the four-character mantra with the old monk again, and the other party had a posture of listening to each other, wanting to see what the little monk had to do.

"Keep the four words and cultivate your heart. ”

"Soft, the rigid is easy to break, and the soft is like water. ”

"Rong, the sea is inclusive, and the heart of the tolerant is like a valley. ”

"Grinding, tempering in the world, the mind is not disturbed. ”

"Steady, the water is silent, and people are stable day and night. ”

"The wisdom of the heart is as bright as the day!"

At night, the little monk has entered the top of the mountain, and has never been defeated all the way, and the Buddha light behind him is shining, like a lamp in the deep mountains. Although it is night, but the crowd is the same, all of them followed the little monk to the top of Baohua Mountain, looking at the situation, the little monk is not far from standing to become a Buddha, if the tourists can see such a shocking scene today, not to mention that it is worth the trip, even if it is not in vain in this life......

On the top of Baohua Mountain, there is a Lanshan Temple, the four-character plaque of "Lanfeng without a trace" is quite expressive, it seems to be from the hand of a certain literary person, and the pen is extremely vigorous. There is an ancient tower standing in this temple, towering into the clouds, it is the highest building that is a radius of 100 miles higher than the mountains, it is rumored that there is a dzi at the top of the tower, the incense of Baohua Mountain is blessed by dzi, if this thing is moved, it will shake the mountain and shake the gods and Buddhas.

The lights in the quaint temple were bright, as if waiting for the arrival of the little monk, the bell did not ring, the Sanskrit sound was melodious, a simple nun stepped out of the threshold, Rao is discarded three thousand green silk, still not affecting her delicate face.

Someone in the crowd asked, "Where did this nun come from?" ”

Dao Gu who came down from the Lanshan tower walked in front of the little monk, and the two sat on the ground at the same time.

The eruption of obscure Sanskrit sounds gradually permeated the Baohua Mountain, and the pilgrims on the top of the mountain were like arriving at the holy mountain of Buddhism, as if there were three thousand Arhats chanting the scriptures together, and their hearts were full of piety.

The travelers and pilgrims turned their palms to the sky and bowed. The young man carried the sword intent and wrapped the two people beside him, this Sanskrit sound is the same as the magic sound, both have the effect of confusing people, but if it is good, there is no good or bad, but the young man is afraid that the charm of the woman will be affected, so he exerts the sword intent in the crowd.

Previously, Li Xiyang pulled himself aside and said worriedly: "Chen Yuzhi, let me tell you, but most of the people who can see the fate of the law will escape into the empty door, you have to be optimistic about Hou Cen Yan, don't wait for her to become a nun, you will regret it!"

The nun twisted her lotus fingers, and many Sanskrit words appeared at her side, slowly rising towards the sky, back and forth. The Kyaukjie lotus platform appeared under the nunnery's seat, and the Sanskrit sound shook the sky even more, and the crescent moon in the night sky gradually became a full moon, like a miracle.

Chen Yuzhi sighed: "Little Zamao, this is the Bodhisattva's manifestation?"

"How can human power change the heavens and the earth, the sun and the moon, people in the world, the moon is in the heart, you want to see the full moon, then it is the full moon, do you understand the obscurity of Buddhism?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I want to understand what these things do, and I don't want to become a monk!"

Hou Cen Yan was stunned, as if he had figured out something, and his eyes were ethereal.

The little monk has declined, and now he is a little powerless in the face of the nuns sitting on the lotus platform. From the outside, the two seem to be peaceful, but Chen Yuzhi and Li Xiyang can feel that the rivalry between the two is not simple.

Si Shao was in a cold sweat, his body trembled, the little monk was very stubborn, he held on for a long time, and his thin body was swaying like a boat in the wind.

"Little Zamao, do you want to stop him? I always felt that this was not the way to go. ”

Li Xiyang looked at the young man with a worried look on his face, and smiled, the young man was hard-mouthed and kind-hearted, and he couldn't see who was suffering in front of him, even if it was a stranger, such a character was the reason why he Li Xiyang admired.

"No, the little monk didn't say it, the water is silent, people are stable day and night, it is inconvenient for us to meddle in this matter, it is a good policy to follow the fate. ”

The young man pursed his lips, Si Shao went all the way up the mountain, reciting countless famous sayings, he felt amazing after hearing it, but as long as he walked up two steps, he would forget, maybe what Xiang Taifu said back then was true, the sentence "children can't be taught" is really suitable for himself.

The monk Sanbao pushed open the temple door, his mouth full of meat oil, obviously he had just returned from the widow's house, his face was full of unfinished happiness, and he muttered: "Today's roast goose is really fat but not greasy, I really regret being a monk, and I have to be sneaky to do something satisfying!"

The Sanskrit sound in the mountains was pervasive, and the great monk looked at the faint golden light above the Lanshan Temple, took off the jasper arhat beads around his neck, gently placed them in front of the statue of Maitreya, and said, "It's time." ”

The great monk took advantage of the night to disappear on Baohua Mountain, not knowing where to go......

Outside Lanshan Temple, the little monk opened his eyes that had been closed due to struggle, and a pair of childish eyes revealed the vicissitudes of a hundred years.

Si Shao stood in front of his chest with one hand and did not move, and leaned out with the other hand, his clothes swinging without wind, and shouted: "I want you to memorize the scriptures!"

The sword intent of the young man in the Taoist robe dissipated in a breath, and the obscure scriptures poured into the little monk's palms through the clothes, and the more the pilgrims looked at it, the more surprised they became, and they all held their breath, not even blinking their eyes, for fear of missing this rare scene.

"One thought becomes a Buddha, eternal and unchanging, the fate is empty, and only obsession remains. ”

The pilgrims did not know where the glow came from at night, but they understood that the little monk had already become a Buddha on the ground.

The nun looked at the little monk, her eyes widened in disbelief, she didn't show some emotion like a person in Buddhism, and asked in a trembling voice, "Dao'an, is it you?"