"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li..."

When he came to the pit one by one carrying the corpses of villagers whose faces were washed by the rain and whose faces were difficult to identify, Chen Yan couldn't tell what kind of experience it was for him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Grief, numbness, exhaustion, hunger, thirst, sadness, swearing...

Perhaps, if the boy has it, he has it.

Or, what the boy didn't have, he also had...

"It's just a fantasy..."

I can clearly feel this.

But when Chen Yan experienced all this from the perspective of a teenager, he gave birth to an extremely real feeling.

It's so real that... The pain of losing a loved one... It's hard to get rid of at all, or rather, don't want to get rid of it.

It hurts, but it hurts... Unwilling to let go.

.........

Ragged and bloodstained.

Blood and mud mingle, tears and rain mingle.

When the body of his parents was dragged to the dug pit, the boy couldn't help but cry.

It's just that it's hard to imagine that he still has tears.

It's even harder to imagine that he still has the strength to shed tears.

"Poof..."

After three days and three nights, exhausted, and after burying the bodies of his parents in the pit that belonged to them, the boy finally... fell to the ground.

"I'm so tired... I'm so thirsty..."

The murmur faded away, and his eyes were slightly closed.

"Hehe... Father and mother!"

On the occasion of his death, a smile appeared on the young man's pale face.

It was as if he saw his parents.

"Sure enough, there's still a lot of redundancy in that pit that belongs to you..."

"Perhaps, directly here, with my parents dying, this is where I belong..."

Unaware, the boy didn't know that a pair of eyes, already in the dark, had been observing him for several days.

"Nan no Amitabha, good...!"

When he was unconscious, a figure suddenly flashed beside him.

.........

"You're awake..."

The boy woke up and found himself in the back mountain, beside the 368th pit he had dug.

And his whole body, all the scars on his body have healed, except for some hunger in his stomach, but there is no need to worry about his life.

He turned around and noticed an extra pile of firewood beside him.

Next to the firewood, a monk sits.

"You saved me..."

The boy's voice was unusually calm.

"Yes..."

The same is true of the monk, whose voice is calm.

"Did you know that both of my parents died!"

"I know..."

"Do you know that I am a village, and all of them are dead except me!"

"I know..."

"Do you know that I have lost all thoughts of life, and I want to die..."

"I know..."

"Then why did you save me... Do you know that to save me is to stop me..."

In the middle of the night in the forest, the monk is a young man.

One question and one answer, it is obviously as calm as water, but it is pressing step by step.

Until the last question of the young man, Fa Ming looked at the young man opposite, and suddenly moved the idea of accepting apprentices.

The strip is clear, crisp and neat, without dragging mud and water at all, the child opposite, after great changes, really does not look like a seven-year-old boy.

"The Buddha talks about merit, but also about cause and effect..."

"Save your life, win the seventh-level floating slaughter... For me, it's a merit!"

"Nan Wu Amitabha, everything you have done in the past few days, the poor monks have seen it..."

"Even I can understand the pain in your heart, which is not ordinary..."

"But if you want to die, that's your cause..."

"And when I met you, I was moved to save you, and I wanted to save you..."

"This is mine... Fruit..."

"Karma, nothing more than that..."

"The poor monk Fa Ming is a monk of the Lingtai Temple of Mount Meru, are you willing to be my disciple..."

"Well..."

The young man's unusually calm answer intrigued Fa Ming.

"Why?"

He couldn't help asking.

"What, why?!"

The young man's calm expression did not make waves.

"Why didn't you ask anything and agree to be my disciple..."

Regarding Fa Ming's question, the boy was silent at first.

After a while, Fang Cai said:

"According to you... I seek death as the cause, and you save me as the effect, I don't understand..."

"But my mother said that the grace of a drop of water, when the spring repays you and is saved, you will repay the kindness, and I promise to worship you as a teacher, not because of your cause and effect, but because of obeying my heart..."

The bonfire was bright, and the young man fell to the ground and bowed three times to the monk.

.........

Since then, there has been one less boy looking for death in the nameless mountain village, but there is a little novice next to the monk Faming.

In the past three years, as his master Fa Ming traveled around the world, he has seen a lot.

traveled all over the prosperity of the world, and saw all the wealth of the mortal world.

None of them made him change half a point.

He's still so calm.

Until he set out on the way home, one day, he saw his master use the so-called monk's magic to revive a good man who had died and died on the roadside.

His heart just stirred.

"Is there really an immortal in this world, the art of resurrecting the dead?!...

On the way back, he couldn't help but ask his master this question.

"There's... But it's not a teacher..."

Listening to his question, Fa Ming hesitated for a moment and answered truthfully.

"Then why was the master able to revive the dead man?!"

He asked again, giving the example of that day.

"That person is a good party, the merit is heavy, this merit protects the soul, has not left the body, has not entered the reincarnation, meets the teacher, his life should not be extinguished..."

Fa Ming replied again.

"That..."

He was anxious to ask the question in his mind.

But this time, he didn't have to ask.

Fa Ming had already said what he wanted to ask.

"For the teacher, I know what you have to ask..."

"Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, the day the teacher meets you, your parents and fellow villagers have entered reincarnation..."

"Reincarnation is determined, and there is nothing a monk like a teacher can do..."

Listening to Fa Ming's answer, he was silent for a long time and asked the last question in his heart.

"Life and death have fate, so why is it that in the legend, the immortal Buddha can transcend reincarnation, in this case, is there a way to live the soul from reincarnation in this world..."

This time, Fa Ming was silent and did not answer.

After March, he returned to Mount Meru with his master and set foot on Lingtai Temple.

Before the Buddha, he took the vows, officially shaved the ordination, and became a monk.

His master, Fa Ming, answered his question.

"As the teacher has seen in this life, immortal people abound in the world..."

"But whether it is a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years before they pass away, there are no longer a few cultivators in this world..."

"But after all, I can't escape reincarnation..."

"The legendary immortal Buddha gods may be able to transcend reincarnation, as you said, reincarnation of the soul, but the teacher has never seen it..."

"Legend has it that the gate of heaven is forever closed, and no one in this world can cultivate into an immortal Buddha..."

"If it's really possible, then I hope to be a teacher... One day, you will be able to attain the true fruit of Bodhi, break through the cycle of reincarnation, and bring back your parents and fellow villagers..."

"Immortal Buddha...".

On Mount Meru, in the Lingtai Temple, receive the grace of ignition.

The green lantern is bright, the Buddha is half kneeling in front of him, and the ambition of the Buddha is bright.

From then on, a little novice, right here, made a promise of immortal Buddha and embarked on the road of life cultivation.

In order to have a thought in his heart, he must become a Buddha.

The immortal Buddha has no way, and he has to open a way.

He was nameless, but from this day on, he is famous.

His life has been full of demons and tribulations, all of which are a thought in his heart.

His name is... Fu Nian!