All the dharmas that arise from cause and effect are passed away and followed by succession, cause and effect are continuous, uninterrupted, and birth and death are impermanent.

For example, spring and autumn alternate, both cold and summer.

It is also like the vigorous vegetation, which will inevitably wither and flourish.

Man is made of flesh and blood, and so is himself.

From the moment you are sensible, you will live a smooth life, and your spiritual life will hardly be turbulent.

Children are simple, and they never think about many complicated things.

But when people grow, they will inevitably face some things they don't want to face, such as birth, old age, sickness, and death.

When the good deeds were eight years old, when the spring cold was not dissipated, the old monk was blessed with a wide range of illnesses, and after only three days, he couldn't do it when he saw it.

When he was dying, his disciples gathered around his couch with sad expressions.

But the old monk had no pain on his face, he only tilted his head and looked at the disciples and grandchildren, but unfortunately his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

The abbot bowed down to the front, but he couldn't hear clearly, so he had to retreat to the side and chant sadly.

At this time, the good deeds that have always been sensible broke free from the involvement of the senior nephew, regardless of the senior brother's drinking, he stood in front of the three uncles without rules, knelt on the ground and walked to the side of the bed, held the old monk's dry palm, pasted it on his face, and whispered something with red eyes.

The specific content, except for the elders and the senior brothers who were close, no one could hear it.

Afterwards, some people also asked Shanxing, what did he say to make the old monk pass away with a smile, but Shanxing couldn't remember the scene at that time anyway......

When he was thirteen years old, the highest ranking of the Tianchan Temple, Uncle Fu Taishi, suddenly rang the bell and called all the disciples over, and he only said the word "good" after practicing meditation for many years, and then he was silent, and another one was added to the mountain relics pagoda.

It was also in this year, due to the new prefect's suppression of Tianchan Temple, after several days of discussion in the temple, the senior brother Shanguo took most of the people down the mountain and went to Jinan Mansion to build a new courtyard.

At this point, Tianchan Temple was deserted, which made the young good deeds extremely uncomfortable, and he was depressed for a long time.

At the age of twenty-one, he received the Great Ordination and went to Jinan Mansion with his brother Shanchun, who became the supervisor of the temple, and he followed the abbot of Foxing Temple, Shanguo, and participated in the translation of the Tripitaka before returning five years later.

Time flies, and another ten years have passed. The elders of the division passed away one after another, and by the time the third master passed away, the good deeds were already thirty-six years old.

At this time, although the Foxing Temple was established for a short time, it is necessary to know that although the Foxing Temple was not established for a long time, it is extremely prosperous, and the monks in the temple have reached hundreds, and it has become a famous jungle.

I don't know what Senior Brother Shanguo thinks, there are many disciples, and despite opposition, he insists on passing on the position of the abbot of Foxing Temple to the youngest junior brother who lacks qualifications and virtues.

But good deeds prefer a cleaner day, for fear of trouble, only said hello to the abbot of Tianchan Temple, Shanming, quietly went down the mountain, and the dervishes started to be Yunshui monks.

All the famous monasteries and mountains have left his footprints. It is precisely this hard practice that has broadened the horizons of good deeds, seen the warmth and coldness of the world, enriched what I have learned, and gained a clearer understanding of my own practice.

This walk, I don't know the years, and so the wind and frost dyed the eyebrows white, wrinkles climbed to the corners of the eyes, Qingzhou good deeds have become a famous monk in Dayong, there are legends in various places, and there are many supporters.

But he couldn't walk, so he returned to Tianchan Temple with a few apprentices, teaching his disciples while sorting out what he had learned, and never went down the mountain again.

Then the apprentice accepted the apprentice again, and when it came to the morning and evening classes or fasting, most of the Hula were his apprentices and grandchildren, and the good deeds were very comfortable.

He was a monk since he was a child, although he didn't know who his parents were, but he received more care, and his elders and senior brothers took good care of him, and he couldn't bear to be harsh, and his cultivation was smooth and smooth, with little trouble.

Even if you close your eyes here, it's complete.

He smiled and drank the last bit of porridge in the bowl, and thought about going back to the room to take a nap, but halfway through, his heart suddenly moved, turned around, and came to the viewing pavilion in the back mountain.

Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emerald green of the mountains has long faded, and everything is colorful as far as the eye can see. His gaze was attracted by a group of flying geese, and his gaze followed, but when he swept to the great sun overhead, he was stunned......

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Earth, in early spring, the distant mountains are withered and empty, and there are still traces of snow. But today it was raining in the island city, and the rain with snowflakes poured down, and the air became cold again.

Chen Zong sat in the car and witnessed the end of a funeral. Estimating that the time was almost up, he gathered his gray hair, took flowers from his assistant, opened his umbrella and walked into the cemetery.

The funeral was attended by relatives and friends and students, and only a gray-robed monk stood alone in the rain with an umbrella.

Chen Zong placed the flowers in front of the tombstone of the Qin couple, and after bowing three times, he whispered to the monk: "Master, please also mourn." ”

The monk just nodded, but did not speak, and did not show much grief on his face.

Chen Zong glanced at the wreath that had been wet by the rain, and then looked at the monk, with whom he had been in contact for more than twenty years as the liaison between the Security Bureau and the monk Yuanxing. Now he has gray hair and is about to retire. But Yuanxing, who is only three years younger than him in the data, is like a young man, and the years do not seem to have left any traces on his face. This is a cultivator, and it makes people jealous.

"What are the Master's plans for the future?" He hesitated for a moment, then asked again.

Who knows, Yuan Xing was still stunned and looked at the photo on the tombstone in a daze, and did not answer.

Chen Zong sighed lightly and led his assistant away. Now that the Qin couple have died of illness, the monk has no concern, and I heard that all the property left by the Qin family before was donated, which shows that the cooperation between the Security Bureau and the monk is likely to continue.

But at this moment, the other party is in grief, and it is not suitable for a deep talk, since the worship has been made, it is not too late to talk about it another day.

Unexpectedly, he was moving forward with a heavy heart, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from his assistant, and couldn't help but raise his umbrella, and then froze.

The cold rain stopped at some point, the dazzling sunlight poured down, and on the few dry trees in front of them, a little bit of green spread, gradually climbing all over the dead branches, and the verdant new leaves were growing at an incredible speed.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

With a soft sound, but it was extremely clear in his ears, Chen Zong turned around suddenly, and saw the monk who was originally standing still with his hands folded.

And around the monk, like the rotation of the seasons, obviously it is only the weather of early spring, but there is grass tenaciously climbing out of the stone slab under his feet, and the osmanthus tree beside him is full of golden yellow and tender stamens, and the fragrant fragrance is far away.

A Buddha horn, the flower blooms in an instant......

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"Natural Disaster Level ......" Xiang Ling looked at the numbers displayed in the corner of the screen, and his face showed surprise: "This kind of energy intensity is more than enough to destroy a city, and it is ...... to hide it."

Is it still human? She couldn't say this, so fate and her were friends. It's just that the impact of this friend on her today is too great.

was sighing and sighing, Li Xiuyao on the side suddenly frowned: "The situation is not right, it's too quiet." ”

"Huh?" Xia Xiaonan looked at him suspiciously, then reacted, pointed outside and said, "How can this be?" ”

Several people looked out the window, all stunned, the warship was still moving forward, but the turbulent waves around them did not know when they became calm, as if driving on a smooth mirror.

"I was also wondering just now, why did it suddenly stop when there was a three-level wind today." The military control in the cabin interjected.

Li Xiuyao hurriedly rushed out of the cockpit, and when he reached the deck, many people with keen senses also came out.

Everyone looked around, and from time to time there were sounds of surprise and doubt.

The surface of the water is like a mirror, and this word is the best description of the current situation. But everyone on the beach knows that this word can never be used on the sea. But today, the unthinkable has happened.

Just as he was in shock, he saw a little light in the corner of his eyes, his eyes shrank, and he said loudly: "Everyone be careful." He drew his sword and tightened his guard.

But what he said was in vain, in his eyes, there was obviously a golden light and shadow coming quickly from the east, and it had already flown above the warship in just a few breaths.

But the people around him still did what they should do, as if they couldn't see this vision at all.

Li Xiuyao couldn't care about it, and was about to remind him again, but the next moment, something strange happened again, the originally noisy sounds around him stopped, and the movements of several people next to him were like the video was pressed the pause button, and everything was frozen.

He had never seen such a situation before, and was looking at the big golden bird hovering in mid-air in disbelief, only to see the big bird flapping its wings and landing on the deck.

"Golden crow?" He frowned. In front of you, isn't it the crow that has always been huge and has a golden body?

"It's me." Who knows, the crow actually spoke human words, and the next moment the golden light flashed, and the phantom of a monk slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"Master Yuanxing?"

He exclaimed, yes, the illusory figure of the monk gradually condensed, which should have been quite far away from here.

Li Xiuyao stared at the other party for a long time, and then glanced at the tablet in his hand, in the screen, bowing his head on the sea and reciting something is also fate, so what is this on the other side? Incarnation?

"Is the master here to persuade us to return?" Li Xiuyao glanced at the people around him whose expressions were frozen and motionless, then turned his gaze to Yuan Xing, frowned and asked, "I know that the master's cultivation has reached the level of heaven and man, but although the cultivators of my generation are not capable, they also have the responsibility of guarding their homeland, how can they stand idly by?" ”

Yuan Xing shook his head with a smile: "You and I are friends, the poor monk is here just to explain something." Speaking of this, he looked deeply at Li Xiuyao and said: "After this battle, the poor monks are afraid that they will not be able to return for several years, the people are treacherous and greedy, and the old and young in the family still want the Taoist elders to take care of them. ”

In this battle, he completely showed his ability, he was not afraid, but he was worried that he would harass his family a little bit. Even Xiang Ling and Xia Xiaonan, who have a good relationship, are probably quite restricted because of their public status, and after thinking about it, only Li Xiuyao, a friend, is worth entrusting.

Li Xiuyao was stunned when he heard this, his expression changed again and again, he glanced at the surrounding situation, and sighed: "The great monk is so powerful, and he is not sure that he will retreat from the hands of the demon island?" ”

Yuan Xing still shook his head: "The poor monk has his own means of saving his life, but he can't take care of it at home for the time being." After a pause, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground: "The poor monk is afraid that he will forget ......."

"Forgot?" Li Xiuyao frowned, seeing that the other party didn't seem to have an explanation, he said solemnly: "I am obligated to do this, but ......" smiled dryly, and joked: "You have to drink with the poor Dao when you come back." ”

"Poor monks keep the precepts, and drinking is exempt." Yuan Xing showed a shallow smile: "There are two jars of good wine buried under the ancient tree at home, how about giving them to the Taoist chief?" ”

"That's a good feeling." Li Xiuyao first raised his eyebrows, and then waved his hand again: "Forget it, what am I doing as a Taoist priest in your monk's temple?" I'd better wait for you to come back and give it to me yourself. After a pause, he said emphatically: "You won't pay the bills, will you?" ”

Yuan Xing was silent for a moment before nodding: "It's okay......"

With that, his figure disappeared in an instant. The surrounding environment immediately returned to normal, and the sound of people talking and talking was heard again.

In a trance, he almost thought that everything that had just happened was just his own delusion.

Just as he was stunned, he suddenly heard someone exclaim loudly: "Look at it." ”

Li Xiuyao was startled, as everyone looked towards the sky, it was still early morning, but what was the big sun overhead?

At the same time, on the calm sea, Yuan Xing stood for a long time, and then waved his sleeves, and the long stick under his feet continued to split the sea water, moving forward quickly.

It's just that as his speed increases, the light behind his head blooms, but between breaths, the light becomes dazzling, overshadowing the rising sun on the horizon.

In the light, the Dharma Phase, which is difficult to describe in words, appeared only two meters high at first, but it grew tall and strong in an instant.

In an instant, a huge figure wearing a crown and wearing a five-colored heavenly robe stood up to the sky and the earth, floating in the void. The light behind the head is like a brilliant sun, shining in all directions. And Yuan Xing's body also turned into golden light after the figure appeared, slowly dissipating.

A voice with boundless solemnity and compassion permeates the heavens and the earth.

On the warship below the "Bodhisattva ......", no matter the monks and ordinary people, although they have never seen this scene, they can still feel the immeasurable compassion in it, and the spiritual platform is clear.

And in mid-air, unattainable, the huge Buddha statue of the boundless shore gradually solidified, and the face is clearly the appearance of the fate.

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

With bursts of Sanskrit sounds, the Buddha statue folded its hands, slowly opened its eyes, and lowered its gaze to look down on all beings, as still as water, without sorrow or joy......

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Ten years later, on Maotou Mountain on the outskirts of the island city, the trees are towering and the grass is luxuriant, accompanied by the sound of flowing water, and the two figures are slowly moving forward.

Qin Xiaoshu kept staring at the projection screen on his wrist, and when a small video was finished, he turned his head to observe the surrounding environment, his eyes were full of green, although they were full of life, they were really deserted.

The old cement pavement, because it is untended and covered with weeds, is desolate.

He couldn't help pouting: "I come here eight times a year, but it's just a broken yard, what is there to clean up?" ”

"It's your dad's dojo, after all." Qin Shuo glanced at his nephew: "Since you don't want to, why do you want to follow?" ”

"Stay at home and listen to grandma's nagging?" When Qin Xiaoshu heard this, he became depressed.

"Okay, isn't it just a loss in the martial arts rookie match? Work hard next week and you'll always earn your points back. Qin Shuo patted him on the shoulder and comforted.

Qin Xiaoshu snorted with his nose, and then said: "He hasn't been home for ten years, he spends all day outside, what kind of dojo is this?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, your dad is a bodhisattva." Qin Shuo rebuked solemnly.

"Uncle, you really believe the nonsense of outsiders. I admit that he is powerful, but ......" Qin Xiaoshu looked disapproving: "If he is really a Bodhisattva, how did I be born?" Can a monk who has broken the vows still be a bodhisattva? I've always heard that he appears all over the world, but he just doesn't go home, I'm afraid, even if it's a bodhisattva, he will forget about us. After a pause, he chuckled again and gloated: "Grandma has spoken, grandpa will be 80th birthday this year, and if he doesn't show up again, he will cut off the mother-son relationship with him." ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, a light laugh came.

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't dare to forget ......"

The two of them were startled, and hurriedly quickened their pace, and sure enough, after turning the bushes, there was a monk dressed in a hundred robes standing under the towering ancient acacia, looking at the two of them with a smile.

The morning sun shines through the leaves of the thousand-year-old tree, turning into wisps of light that hit him, making him mottled and illusory. But the smile was clearly visible, light and light, with a sense of warmth.

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