"Rebel!"

"Pick you up the mountain, chant the Buddha for more than ten years, your wisdom is praised by everyone, and your Buddha nature is even ashamed of me, a master. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the whole temple will train you as an heir, the Great Day Rulai Sutra will build a foundation for you, and the perseverance of the ancient scriptures will give you a casting body! Seventy-two stunts, small Zen strength, and great Zen skills are for you to study!"

"What are you talking to me about now?!You plant mortal roots with the heart of a Buddha!You plant mortal roots with a Buddha's heart!"

"What a good apprentice of mine! What a wise monk!"

The majestic Buddha hall, the solemn Buddha statue, the flowers with a smile, look down on the world. A few pillars of Buddha incense burn for a long time, and the faint fragrance soothes the irritability of the world. It's just that at this time, in the center of the Buddha hall, a middle-aged monk is doing angry eyes at this time, staring at a beautiful monk kneeling in the hall like a lion's roar, breaking the perennial tranquility and peace of the Buddha hall.

The Qingxiu monk is the wisdom in the mouth of the middle-aged monk, with his eyes slightly closed at the moment, his demeanor is natural, and he has no joy or sorrow in the face of criticism. Although the appearance can only be regarded as delicate, it is arrogant and self-contained, and it can also be called handsome, and it has a good temperament.

There are other people on both sides of the temple, to be exact, almost all the high-level officials of the temple are already here.

Just because Huiming said to his master Zhihong in the morning class: "Master, if the disciple wants to return to the world, please fulfill the master." ”

When he spoke, he was still the same as he is now, as if he didn't realize how his words had shocked the others.

"Huiming, where does the heart come from?"

At this time, an old monk on the side suddenly asked.

"The heart began with the Buddha, and the disciple heard the Buddha say:

One day, you will see me

Not in the high heavens

There is no immeasurable light

Don't laugh at the flowers

There are no living beings

It's just that

Déjà vu, like a peter

Buddha

Not me

It's me

Right and wrong

See who you are

Go, red dust, for your hometown!"

Hui Ming replied abruptly.

Hearing Huiming's answer, for a while, all the monks were stunned. After a long time, the old monk sighed and stopped talking.

The hall was silent for a while, and thunder rang out outside the hall.

The temple is located between several mountain peaks and a valley surrounded by the intersection of half the waist. In recent days, there has been constant thunder, sometimes torrential rain, sometimes light rain.

"Senior brother, when did you say that this rainy day was a head, it should be flooded in our temple like this. ”

The senior brother who was asked frowned,

"Who can control this, rest assured, the drainage system of our temple is in good condition. I see that your meditation skills will be strengthened, no matter how many rainy days, what do you have to do with me, the six ancestors have the theory of wind moving, banner moving, and heart moving, today I see that you are the cloud moving, the rain moving, your heart moving!"

"Yes, yes, my junior brother's understanding is too poor, where can I compare to my senior brother, thank you for my advice, senior brother, don't be angry. ”

The junior brother who was taught was smiling and didn't care.

"Hey, hey, you kid slippery. ”

In the corridor of a side hall, the drama of the senior brother teaching the younger brother was quietly staged, adding a bit of vitality to this thousand-year-old temple.

"Senior brother!"

The grinning little junior brother inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the mountains in the distance, but he was stunned and exclaimed, attracting the nearby monks to look over.

The senior brother "snapped", and there was a crisp sound on his bald head.

"What's the name of the ghost! Just said you were excited, you made me weird!"

"No, no, senior brother, look!"

The little junior brother couldn't care about anything at this time, pointed to the direction of the back mountain, shouted incoherently, and dragged the senior brother with one hand to look there!

The senior brother and the people around him looked at him with half a suspicion, seeing that he was not a fake, what surprised him so much.

"Mountain, Mountain......"

"The mountain has collapsed!"

"The Buddha is above, quickly inform the elders to ring the alarm bell!"

For a while, all the monks were in a mess, but they finally had a calm point, and hurriedly ran to report to the elders.

In the Buddha hall, Huiming's master was still persuading in a serious manner, and occasionally other masters interjected a few words. Especially for Zhihong, this disciple is simply the meat of his heart. It's not so much a disciple as a son. Now I want him to get lost and turn back.

It's just that Huiming's face is still that indifferent, and I don't know if I listened to it or not.

Looking at his appearance, he will usually be happy to praise him, worthy of being the first disciple of my temple. But now, even with his concentration, he only felt that there was a nameless fire burning more and more, so the lion's roar began to resound through the hall again.

"When-when-when-"

The continuous ringing of bells suddenly spread throughout the temple.

"Abbot! Oh no, Abbot!"

At this moment, a panicked voice came in, breaking the strange atmosphere in the main hall.

An old monk in the hall frowned, looked at the monk who broke into the main hall, and said in a deep voice:

"What's going on, sounding the alarm bell, and being so panicked?"

The monk breathlessly said:

"Mountain, the mountain behind us has collapsed! A mudslide is forming, coming down the mountain!"

For a while, everyone in the hall was shocked again, but they couldn't stand still, and hurriedly walked out of the main hall and began to arrange for everyone in the temple to take refuge.

In fact, the temple is not in the front of the mudslide, or the distance is still a little far, even if it is affected, it is only a small part at most. For the mudslide, in fact, there have been records for a long time, after all, the temple is in the mountains.

And the Buddha hall was in a more remote direction, so everyone didn't care, and after throwing Huiming alone and continuing to kneel, they all went out.

As the footsteps of everyone went away, this Buddha hall returned to its former tranquility.

Cigarettes smoke and bells ring.

Hui Ming raised his eyes and looked at the Buddha in the middle of the Buddha hall, as if he was smiling, as if he was also looking at him, bringing some kind of message to him, a universal mortal.

Listening to the roar of the mudslide in the distance, the corners of Huiming's mouth also pursed, as if he was smiling.

"Listen to the name of the Buddha and follow my mortal heart. Not in this world, in the same world. ”

The mudslide only brought some panic to this thousand-year-old temple, and did not cause any damage, as if it was really blessed by the Buddha, but it made the monks in the temple more firm in their faith.

Zhihong saw that the temple had been arranged, and remembered that Huiming was staying alone in the Buddha hall, and couldn't help but want to go and see, anyway, there was no shortage of him. So after talking to the abbot, he went to the Buddha hall.

The roar of the mudslide resounded through the heavens and the earth, and people couldn't help but be terrified of Tianwei.

Zhihong's heart thought about what he didn't have, and came to the foot of the heavy steps outside the Buddha hall and looked up at the Buddha hall.

The main entrance of the Buddha hall was open, and a leaky sunlight shone in front of the door. A bald-headed delicate monk stood quietly, quietly, peacefully, as if a Buddha had come into the world.

Zhihong couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"In the end, it is my good apprentice, just this temperament, it is the material to be a monk. ”

The majestic mudslide rolled down, and large pieces of mountain rocks were swept down the mountain. At this moment, a huge stone was suddenly collided, knocked out, deviated from its tracks, and moved to the side, again and again, by coincidence, but also firmly moving.

Huiming stood in front of the hall, feeling the golden warmth in the rare sunlight.

A shadow struck, and a roar struck.

Hui Ming looked at His Highness's master Zhihong, and watched the other party's expression become horrified.

In this life, the disciples have a lot of debts, and the only way to repay them is to do more Buddhist deeds, goodbye, Master, not a master who is more like a father than a father!

"Amitabha!"

Hui Ming bowed.

"Boom!"

The boulder smashed down, and in front of the solemn Buddha hall, it was smashed into pieces, and the figure of the beautiful monk could no longer be seen.

At the foot of the steps, Zhihong's mind was no longer where he belonged, and he watched his disciple Huiming disappear under the boulder. In the midst of that huge roar, he seemed to hear a sound in a trance-

"The big day is coming!"

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