"Amitabha," the monk looked at the knife in the scholar's hand: "The donor puts down the butcher's knife before he can become a Buddha on the ground." ”

"I'm obviously a good sword," jumped the scholar who was proud of his craft. "You bald donkey, you can't read the goods when you open your eyes, am I a butcher's knife?"

The scholar's sword was large, wide, long, and straight, somewhat like a gentleman's sword, more like a large piece of iron than a knife.

"Why the sword. The monk asked,

"If you hide a golden needle and want to kill someone, you are committing a killing vow. The scholar said

"You pretended to be a monk in Langzhong, and you committed a false precept again. So monk, if you break two precepts in a row, I will use this knife to cut you and wake you up with a knife, and the knife is naturally a precept knife. ”

The monk was silent for a long time, and tears appeared in his eyes: "What the donor said is true." I'm really not a monk. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, green hair grew on his head, and soon he grew behind his ears.

The monk's eyes looked at the scholar coldly: "I am no longer a monk, and now that I am here to kill you, it is not a violation of the precepts." ”

The elongated golden needle is still a golden needle, and the golden needle stabs at the scholar.

The scholar scolded a swear word, this is okay?

Hurriedly tore down countless white clouds, piled those white clouds into a mountain, and pierced the golden needle into the mountain.

Only then did the scholar have time to say: "The one that grows hair is not called a bald donkey, but it is still a donkey." ”

The monk made up his mind not to speak again, pulled back the golden needle and stabbed it forward again, and the golden needle brought a flash of golden light.

The scholar hurriedly pulled a few more white clouds to make the mountain higher.

Suddenly, I remembered someone, looked at his stubby and somewhat deformed fingers and shouted, "You are nameless?"

Nameless, a long time ago, he was the most devout cultivator of the Daomen Wordless Cliff. Born in Guangming County and grew up in the wordless cliff. No one knew who his parents were, and he was called Nameless without a surname. Nameless and nameless has been gifted and intelligent since childhood, and is dedicated to the Tao. When he was fifteen years old, he was already the chief cultivator of the Wordless Cliff, which was equivalent to the current Zhao Youcai.

Just when he was making a name for himself in the Daomen and promising a bright future, he left the Daomen, and no one knew where he had gone.

The golden needle in his hand is the golden chisel of the Dao Gate that he took away from the wordless cliff, and the thick and deformed ten fingers are the result of holding the golden chisel for a long time.

It used to be nameless, now it's a nameless monk.

After leaving the Daomen, he escaped into the empty gate, and many years have passed, after the original genius cultivator became the current nameless monk, no one knows what realm he is in now, what kind of cultivation he has, what status he has in the Buddhist sect.

Hearing the scholar say his former name, the nameless monk was a little surprised, and the golden light turned into a golden needle and returned to his hand.

"Who are you?" he asked, and he didn't know who the scholar was after fighting for a long time.

The scholar did not return to his question, and said: "From the Tao to the Buddha, is the Tao high or the Buddha far away?"

This is a bit difficult to answer.

The nameless monk pondered for a moment before saying, "The Tao is a high mountain, and the mountain is in front of you. The Buddha is the Pure Land, and the Pure Land is around you. ”

"Cultivation is like mountaineering, one step at a time. Chanting the Buddha is like looking for a mother, and time is at your fingertips. The scholar said.

Nameless's face was shocked: "Who are you?"

The scholar smiled, "The boy who fishes for books by the stream at the foot of the green mountain." ”

At that time, the scholar was still a young student, and he was a scholar.

The nameless monk froze, as if there was some imprint. Begin to open those yellowed memories like a dusty ancient book.

Nameless is really an idiot, I don't know whether to say it's a Taoist idiot or a Buddha idiot, just such a thing, he frowned and recalled for a long time,

It's not that his life is too wonderful and too many things have happened, on the contrary, his life has been very boring and monotonous in the past years, and it stands to reason that he should think about something quickly, but he thought about it for a long time.

In fact, there are really not many other things in his world, he used to be a cultivator, and he pretended to be the Tao in his heart, but now he is looking for Buddha, and his heart is full of the urgency of seeking Buddha, and other irrelevant things, he really needs to remember for a long time.

Or the memories are too long, and the years have collected too much dust on the yellowed ancient books.

The scholar did not urge him, nor was he in a hurry, he stood there and waited, standing in front of the mountain temple and waiting for him among the white clouds.

Caidie walked towards the shadow wall with large golden Buddha characters written on it.

The crowd of people sitting cross-legged stood up and stopped silently in front of her.

Different faces showed the same emotion, compassion and compassion, watching the ignorant little girl in her eyes doing things beyond her strength.

Kindness, like the elderly.

Sad, a few ants crawling on the small dead branch on the river at the foot of the mountain,

Sad, the flowers of spring bloom thousands of purples and thousands of reds,

Sadness, the red dust of the world.

A few ants relied on a small dead branch to cross the river, but they were drowned by the waves.

No matter how purple and red it is, it is just a sticky flower mud after the rain.

Hongchen beings struggle in the boundless sea of suffering, but they do not see the pure land of bliss.

Sadness started from my heart, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

Countless people shed tears, and countless people are sentient beings.

The sentient beings looked at the butterfly with tears in their eyes and stopped the butterfly.

Every time the butterfly takes a closer step, the brighter the golden light of the Buddha character, and the golden light faintly shows a clean and immaculate, magnificent and vast world.

There are Buddhas smiling with flowers, and there are Bodhisattvas sitting on green lotus.

The world is clean and everyone is clean.

The same tears of compassion were shed on the different faces of all beings, as if they had been poured by countless different craftsmen with the same mold.

Those that should be vivid seem indifferent.

Some resemble puppets with an invisible thread behind them.

Caidie stopped, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Her discomfort did not come from the infection of the other party's emotions, nor from the clean and unsullied world in the golden light. That world is far less cute than the peach forest for her.

Her discomfort came from the same tears and the same compassion, and when she was uncomfortable, she was a little angry.

Looking at the golden light emitted by the Buddha characters and the clean and unsullied world in the golden light, I wanted to break it and throw it into the river at the foot of the mountain.

She didn't go to smash the world, and the three colorful butterflies fluttering disappeared.

The semblies were there to stop her, and the sentient beings would not let the butterflies pass.

It was not the mortals of Baiyun Temple that Chu Xiangxiang expected to stop her, it was Nameless, Nameless who led all beings to stop her.

Nameless is entangled by scholars, but there are still salient beings here.

All living beings are all beings, and there are not only monks in them, but also people from all walks of life, and many ordinary and innocent people.

She had to go over by stepping on the bodies of beings, because those people had the same compassion and the same determination on their faces.

Caidie is not one of those werewolves outside the Red Gate, maybe she doesn't take the whole world to heart like the young master, but she is not a person who kills innocents indiscriminately.

This is the method that the Buddha used to deal with the academy. It is also the master of the sect that the Buddha sect expected is not simple.

With the business of Buddhism, or the lives of all people, to stop her.

It's not the morning bell and dusk drum Nanmu fish, nor the golden Buddha characters on the shadow wall, these beings are the most powerful place of Buddhism.

Caidie hasn't figured out a way yet.

......

The nameless monk was trying to recall the past, and he had already remembered some vague impressions of what he said to the scholar.

The scholar waited quietly for him to recall,

Caidie stood in front of everyone, thinking about how to walk over, break the world in the golden Buddha characters and throw it into the river at the foot of the mountain.

The beings did not speak from the beginning.

There was silence in front of the temple.

To be precise, the people in front of the temple were silent.

At the foot of the mountain, the water in the river was still flowing and rushing, and the dead branch carrying the ants had not yet sunk to the bottom, but touched a stone that was exposed to the river, and the dead branch swirled on the surface of the river, and leaned diagonally along the current to this side of the bank.

Maybe the ants can cross the river.

The clouds and mist in the mountains were still flowing as usual, and there were green pines and small grasses on the top of the mountain exposed in the clouds, and the branches and leaves of the green pines and small grasses swayed in the wind.

"Hey, I remember, you are the boy who was reading a book by the mountain stream, but accidentally dropped the book into the stream and went down to fish for it. The nameless monk patted his head and suddenly realized.

It turns out that scholars are not the only ones who love to pat their heads.

The nameless monk is already a little stupid, his body is a little fat, and he looks a little silly, but at this time, the action of patting his head with cold eyebrows and cold eyes looks a little stupid and cute.

The scholar smiled and nodded, looked at the monk who patted his head, and said, "It's me."

Retracted a foot-long gold needle pinned to his waist, the nameless monk laughed, his thick and short eyebrows jumped happily, and a pair of dimples actually appeared on the baby's fat face. He opened his hands and hugged the scholar with a laugh.

The scholar still stood there smiling and did not dodge.

"Bang", with a bang, the nameless monk's thick and sturdy arms hugged the scholar tightly, and the powerful palm slapped twice on the thin back under the scholar's thick cotton clothes.

"Are you alright?" the scholar asked with a smile.

"What is good, what is bad?" the nameless monk took a sharp start, "There is no good, where is the bad, and where is the good, where is the good? The so-called good, the so-called bad, everything is just a vanity in the eyes of the world." ”

The scholar couldn't help but laugh: "Don't forget that you are no longer a monk. ”

"When was I not a monk?" the nameless monk's face turned cold.

"You just said it yourself. The scholar still looked at him with a smile.

Since recognizing the nameless, the scholar has always smiled like this.

"Besides, your expression doesn't scare me, I didn't work before, and I can't do it now. The scholar said.

The nameless monk laughed again that he had once devoted himself to cultivating the Tao or cultivating Buddhism, or it would be more accurate to say that he had devoted himself to cultivating the Tao or cultivating Buddhism all his life. Because he is no longer in the wordless cliff, and he just said that he is no longer a monk, so, in fact, he has only been practicing for so many years.

There are not many people who really appear in his life, and even say that there are none except scholars.

The scholar was his best playmate in childhood, the only relatively vivid past. Otherwise, after many years, he would not have remembered that memory.

The habit of patting his head was still influenced by scholars at that time.

Looking at the smiling scholar, he had completely clearly remembered the child who was fishing for books while patting his head in the stream at the foot of the green mountain, laughing again, his stubby eyebrows continued to jump happily, and he wanted to hug the scholar again.

The scholar avoided it, "Don't, don't, don't," the scholar hurriedly said: "I'm not a beautiful woman, and you're not a pretty woman, what do two big men look like hugging each other." ”

When he met his childhood playmate, he solved the matter of the nameless monk by the way, and the scholar was completely relaxed.

As soon as people relax, they are prone to some old problems and make some old mistakes. The scholar began to pull up the clouds again, and soon, two chaise longues, a coffee table, a small red clay stove from unknown sources, and a complete set of tea sets appeared in the open space in front of him.

Some of them are a little proud, and some are showing off.

While lying down on the recliner, he beckoned to the nameless monk: "Come, come, come, nameless monk, oh no, no, no, no, you are not a monk now, let's call you nameless, I have the best tea, the best tea set and my best tea art, let's talk about the old days and watch the play." ”

When a person is proud, he forgets his form, and when he forgets his form, he forgets that there is another person he can't afford to mess with.

"Bang", with a bang, the scholar was about to be kicked on the buttocks of the recliner, but this time he did not roll to the foot of the mountain, but flew up to the sky with those chaise longensis, those coffee tables, tea sets, red clay stoves, etc.

Fly into the distance, fly to the horizon, fly to the clouds.

"Dare to love you, you're here to see the play!" Caidie's cold voice sounded.

Nameless was envious of the scholar's tricks, and saw the scholar being kicked into the sky by the beautiful woman and turned into a small black dot.

The feet of a beautiful woman are naturally also extremely beautiful, wearing colorful shoes, small and delicate.

Nameless, but on fire.

Dare to kick my little friend.

The ruler-long gold needle lengthened in the wind, and with a stick on his head, he smashed it at the colorful butterfly.

Looking at Nameless completely coldly, a colorful butterfly stopped on the back of her beautiful and warm hand and spread her wings gently, she was already about to be mad, and once again doubted the young master's decision to send Su Yan to the academy.

Can you follow such a person without being affected?