Obon, July 15, is known as the 'Zhongyuan Festival' in the territory of the Great Sui. ”

The lark felt the bumps of the carriage under him, and he said slowly: "The festival of worshiping the ancestors in Zhongzhou is also called the 'Ghost Festival' by the people, saying that the yin qi is flourishing, and the ghosts travel at night...... In fact, this is a grand festival in Lingshan, and there is such a story recorded in the Tripitaka - "

"Among the ten disciples of the Buddha, there is a 'Venerable Moggallan', with a good appearance and extraordinary conduct, and is known as the first supernatural power. "The lark recalled the scriptures in his mind, lifted the curtain, looked out of the car, and spoke in a voice that was quite infectious, making people smell like falling into a painting," after the Venerable Venerable preached, he remembered his dead mother, and saw his mother's karma with great magical powers. ”

Lingshan incense is endless, thousands of years.

The Buddhist scriptures explain a complete "world", the six realms of reincarnation, and karma.

The so-called six realms are the "Heavenly Path", "Humanity", "Asura Path", "Animal Path", "Hungry Ghost Path", and "Hell Path".

And if you are too greedy, you will fall into the "hungry ghost road".

When the lark told this story, his expression was neither sad nor joyful.

"His Holiness Moggallan turned his divine power into food and sent it to his mother, but unfortunately his mother was greedy and did not change her greed, and when she saw the food, she was afraid that other evil spirits would take it, so she greedily turned the food into flames in her mouth, burning her body, and could not swallow it...... It is a good intention, but it can only add to the pain. ”

Ning Yi listened to this story with interest.

"And then?"

The lark paused.

"His Holiness Moggallan consulted the Buddha, and the Buddha told him, 'On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, settle down in the summer, meditate and practice, and be full of Dharma and goodness.' The woman in the carriage, whose eyes were always half-closed, did not change, and whispered like a dream, "Mulian obeys the will of the Buddha, worships the monks, and saves his mother with this compassion." ”

The girl paused slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at Ning Yi.

"This is the story of 'Mulian Saves Mother', Lingshan believers attach great importance to 'cause and effect', everything has an origin, the story of the Venerable One is known to everyone in the Eastern Territory, but when it came to the Great Sui, under the imperial power, the Buddhist atmosphere of 'Obon' was washed away. Pei Lingsu looked at the lark and said, "Most of the people in Zhongzhou, the 'Buddha' knows, but the 'Mulian Venerable' doesn't know. ”

The little monk smiled and said, "Sister Pei knows a lot. ”

Ning Yi smiled and said, "That's not it, the upper pass is the starlight, and the lower pass is the talisman." ”

He looked out the window and sighed, "Actually...... What the little monk wants to say is not 'Mulian saves his mother'. ”

"Huh?" the girl raised an eyebrow.

The three of them left from the Xiaoxun Temple, it has been a long time, although the girl's "drowsiness" symptoms have been reduced, but still need to sleep for five or six hours a day, and Buddhism pays attention to "entering the meditation", the lark is often like a stone, sitting on the carriage and closing his eyes, he has no breath, if it is not for Ning Yi's soul exploration, he can also feel the weak snort of the little monk, he may even feel ...... This guy is dead.

At a young age, he can have such "attainments".

The master of the dust cessation accepted a good apprentice.

The lark still has a youthful astringency, but between gestures and conversations, the "aura" that can't be concealed is really hard to dislike.

Except for a little silly stubbornness, everything else is fine.

The little monk has already called the birth of "Miss Pei",

Changed to "Sister Pei".

He smiled and said, "Sister Pei, the little monk knows that you are well-read...... I don't know, do you have mastered the 'ancient Sanskrit'?"

The girl nodded hesitantly, then shook her head again.

There was already a hint of surprise in the lark's eyes.

"It's just a little bit ......" Pei Lingsu coughed in a low voice, curled up, leaned into Ning Yi's arms, put one hand in Ning Yi's palm, the two of them interlocked their fingers, she reluctantly smiled: "'Ancient Sanskrit' has long been unused in the world, and there are very few recorded classics. ”

Ning Yi smiled knowingly.

A long time ago, in the back mountain of Shushan, when two people were trapped...... The key to breaking the Lu Sheng's talisman is the "ancient Sanskrit", the girl later said to herself that the ancient Sanskrit has been lost in the world, and the master of Lu Shengshan carved the core of the "Little Mother Array" in ancient Sanskrit on the talisman.

And in the Dao Treasure of Xiaoshuang Mountain, there are just a few secret records, which can support the girl to break the talisman.

Just worshiped into Shu Mountain, although Ning Yi at that time was hardworking, but the sea of gods had not been opened, the qualifications were average, and the girl was a genius who amazed the senior sisters of Qianshou.

It is precisely because of this that the two were able to leave from the back mountain.

The lark saw the sweetness of the two, but he didn't understand how much tenderness was contained in the smile of the pair.

He sat down and said solemnly.

"The meaning of the word 'Yulan' is interpreted as 'hanging upside down' in ancient Sanskrit. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes.

Upside down ...... The upside-down suspension of the upside-down sea?

"I know what Mr. Ning is thinking. ”

The lark smiled softly, "But actually—"

What does it mean here...... It refers to the way of greedy and depraved hungry ghosts, whose throat is as thin as a needle, and whose belly is as big as a drum, who does not say that food cannot be swallowed, not even water, but is often burned by hunger, and even if there is food, it becomes a coals of fire in the mouth, and its pain is like a man being hung upside down, with his head to the ground and his feet facing the sky...... This is the 'suffering of upside down'. ”

The little monk shook his head a little confused, "This is the pain endured by Venerable Mulian's mother, the fire is more than a thousand cuts...... Buddhism named it after 'Yulan', which can be explained. Master mentioned to me back then that this day was the last day of the summer retreat, and if there really were 'six realms of reincarnation' in this world, then it would be possible for the 'Hundred Ghosts to Walk in the Night' to happen. ”

He slowly looked at Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu and asked.

"The little monk has a question...... Is there really a reincarnation in this world?"

The Skylark's eyes are very clear.

Ning Yi could see that this Buddhist boy who seemed to be proficient in all laws was actually ...... There are still puzzles, but the confusion of the lark troubles everyone in this world.

He shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I...... I don't know. ”

"Nothing...... The little monk just asked. ”

The little monk's expression was a little regretful, he lived in the Xiaoxun Temple since he was a child, the master passed away early, the people he saw, the guests who entered the temple, after offering incense money, most of them came to him to solve their doubts,

He was not without doubts...... It's just that you can't find the right person.

Master is gone.

There are many encounters in this world, and you don't need to ask the reason, as long as you meet, then you will know what kind of person the other party is.

Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu are very reliable people.

The lark smiled bitterly and said, "If there is really reincarnation, then the dead may be able to come back to life."

......”

Speaking of this, he reached out to the placket of his clothes with one hand, where a small wooden box was stuffed, and when he left the Xiaoxun Temple, the lark brought out the master's urn, and the "Buddha bone relics" in his mouth were also in the box.

The little monk rubbed his fingers on the box noodles and said softly, "I may have a chance to say goodbye to Master." ”

Ning Yi's expression was a little complicated.

He looked at the beautiful and gloomy face of the lark, suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice: "In this world...... Life and death are inevitable, but it's just a matter of 'reincarnation'......"

That's all there is to it.

The implication is already very obvious.

He didn't mention the "law of immortality".

The so-called "longevity method" of Lingshan and Dao Sect, in Ning Yi's view, is not the so-called reincarnation at all, this is just a kind of inheritance of power, the continuation of the divine soul, in the long river of the Great Dao, everything can find the source.

The essence of the world is always that river, and what has passed away can never be recovered.

In fact, in Ning Yi's heart, there are also many important people...... Xu Zang, Zhou You, Sword Weapon Near, Fu Qingfeng, Hong Ying, he has also experienced "life and death", he also hopes that there is "reincarnation" in the mouth of the lark in this world, even if they are separated from life and death, they can meet again.

He used to be a teenager like a lark.

It's just that time will make a person grow, and time will also teach a person to "die".

Therefore, Ning Yi has become more and more "mature", he will no longer show his "sadness" and "weakness" in front of people, hide these, and become the "Little Uncle of Shushan" admired by everyone in the Great Sui Sword Cultivator.

Ning Yi's throat was a little sour.

But in fact...... Are you really that strong?

The palms were rarely sweaty, and the slender fingers were tightly gripped.

The girl, who had a good heart with Ning Yi, closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on Ning Yi's shoulder, as if she was a little tired, but her hand responded to Ning Yi slowly and hard.

It's like saying......

I know.

It's not that he doesn't care, he cares more than anyone else.

If the girl also leaves Ning Yi one day......

Then he really has nothing.

......

......

Birds with wings spread and soaring through the air.

The yellow sands of the desert have been left far behind.

The carriage jolted to the east.

Jungles, shrubs, rocks, flowing backwards on both sides of the carriage—

The lark in the carriage, with his eyes closed, seemed to be in a steady state, but the slight snort was even and regular, and one of his hands remained in the posture of tucking into the placket of his clothes, even if he was asleep, he was still meticulously dignified, and his fingers pinched the boxy urn...... There lies the pioneer of his youth, the dream of his childhood.

The power of the Divine Sea rippled out in circles and circles.

Ning Yi and the girl slept together.

This way east, Ning Yi, who was preoccupied, rarely fell into a dream.

The girl slowly opened her eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Ning Yi's side face, the curtain swayed in the wind, and the spring light fell on the face of her sweetheart, just like back then, the snow melted in the cold winter, leaving Shushan and going to Tiandu.

Ride in Pope Chen Yi's carriage.

At that time, Ning Yi was also a teenager like a sparrow.

(There is a chapter at 12 o'clock)