The green bamboos all over the mountain are green and evergreen, and a gust of wind blows the green bamboos all over the mountain swaying, and the green bamboo leaves are withering.

In the bleak autumn wind on the top of the mountain, a thin body knelt on the ground like a rock, and on the opposite side of the figure knelt was a spacious temple. The temple is very lively, the pilgrims who come and go are endless, and the pilgrims who come to worship the Buddha and line up come to the mountain gate one by one and can't help but look sideways, locked on the young man's body, and seem to be very puzzled by the strange behavior of the young man.

A breeze blew, bringing a trace of cool air into the heart, the wind blew to the top of the mountain, gently blowing and sweeping the unkempt hair on the forehead of the kneeling young man, the pilgrims on the side caught the outline of the young man when the young man's long hair was curled, and one by one he threw down the basket in his hand and pointed at the young man tremblingly and shouted: "Ghost!"

What kind of face was that, as crystal as snow, without a trace of blood, white and frightening! Especially his pupils, hollow and godless, without a trace of color to follow.

The two monks in front of the temple couldn't help but smile bitterly when they saw this scene, since this strange guy ran over five days ago, the same thing has happened no less than fifty times. The helpless two glanced at each other, and had to run over to explain to the frightened pilgrims, and under the persuasion of the two gatekeepers, the frightened pilgrims came back to their senses, and after listening to the explanations of the two gatekeepers, the pilgrims looked at the young man kneeling on the ground with even more strange eyes.

"Look at his clothes, although they are a little tattered, but they should be worth a lot of money, and his family background must be a rich and noble family, how can such a person come to the Buddha? Could it be that the current Gongzi brother has a special habit?" The older middle-aged woman walked the bamboo basket and whispered to her husband's curiosity beside her.

"Maybe there is some big disaster in his family! Otherwise, why is he so embarrassed? Reduced to the point of becoming a Buddha?" The middle-aged man beside him carefully looked at the young man's dirty and unkempt long hair, and said in a thick voice.

"After kneeling for five days, this young man's mind is really firm enough, why didn't the abbot accept him, shave him and bring him to the Buddha?" the middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment and whispered in her father-in-law's ear.

"Isn't it child's play to become a Buddha? Since you have become a Buddha, you must spend your life in the morning and evening, and forget the prosperity of the world. Presumably, the abbot was afraid that this young man was young and vigorous, and he was in a hurry to enter the Buddha when he encountered something troublesome, and he was afraid that he would regret it later, so the old abbot was originally kind and refused his request. The middle-aged man said with an analysis of his surname.

The sound of discussion was noisy, but the young man kneeling there was deaf to him, his eyes were dull and his face was stiff, as if he had no soul to drive his shell, he could not hear any noise around him, his mind was a sea, a dead sea of silence!

In the night, the thunder tore through the void, the endless thunder was tumbling and rolling, the heavy rain was pouring down, and the big raindrops were desperately **, washing away the dust of the world.

The young man's thin body on the top of the mountain, under the relentless beating of the cold raindrops, began to tremble, the young man slowly stretched out his palm, hugging himself as if he wanted to give his cold body a trace of warmth, hunger and cold and frequent heavy rain, the young man felt that the temperature of his body was low to an icy extreme.

Sipping his lips, which had not been drained for a few days, his lips were pale and chapped, and the young man's lips trembled slightly, trying his best to absorb some of the water droplets that fell on his mouth, as if he wanted to change the state of his body's severe lack of water, so that he could survive this stormy night.

However, it backfired, this time the rain couldn't help but come urgently, and the time was unusually long, until it was dawn, the rain showed signs of returning, after the destruction of the young man's scarred body, and finally fell down without support.

After the rain, it is dawn, and the bright sky is quietly hanging, and the morning scene after the rain is a rare beauty. The layer of fog is filled, the mountains are added to the hazy beauty of heavy color, the perennial green green bamboo on the top of the mountain has been washed by the first rainy night, the delicate green leaves are full of vitality and are stained with a few traces of clear and transparent raindrops, slightly floating raindrops are poured, and the poetic and picturesque sweeping curtain opens.

In the early morning, a beam of light penetrated through the window and refracted it, sprinkled on a handsome face, the sleeping young man was very quiet, and his clear facial features were revealed, not very handsome, but very handsome and exquisite.

"Hmmm......"

After a dream, Lin Yu slowly woke up, opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment, he stretched out his hand to hand a piece of warmth, the bedding covering him was warm and soft, with a unique smell of incense.

"Isn't this supposed to be kneeling in the monastery?"

Lin Yu was silent, he remembered that last night's stormy night, thunder and lightning roared like a demon, and his thin body finally passed out because he couldn't stand the biting cold, but he didn't know anything about what happened after the coma.

Turning his somewhat swollen eyes, Lin Yu looked at the house in front of him with a habitual surname, this house has a simple layout, and you can clearly see an oil lamp, a wooden table, a futon, and a wooden fish, plus the ** under him is all the whole room.

Lin Yu was thoughtful, for a moment he seemed to understand a little, gently lifted the futon on his body, he turned over, and tried to fold his futon for the first time, originally his mother helped him do all this, but now......

"Squeak ......"

A crisp sound of the wooden door came out, and just when Lin Yu finally folded the bedding squarely and squarely, the small wooden door of the room was pushed open. Dressed in loose monk's robes and a glittering golden robe, the presiding officer of this Zen monastery staggered over the old abbot who refused Lin Yu's entry into the Buddha.

"Little donor, are you awake?

The abbot in front of him is over the age of six, the beard is snow-white, the eyebrows are snow-white, and the temples are white, all of which have carved traces of time on his body, but because of the perennial Buddha reasons, although the abbot in front of him is a handful of age, but he is old, and his body is as strong as the sea.

"Abbot, please take in the disciples, the prospective disciples shave their ordination, and take refuge in Buddhism. ”

Looking at the old abbot in front of him, Lin Yu knelt down directly, the childishness of his young face had not completely faded, but his face was full of a certain firmness, looking straight at the old abbot in front of him, Lin Yu pleaded bitterly.

The old abbot looked at Lin Yu's stubborn appearance, sighed slightly, he stretched out his hand to pull Lin Yu up from the ground, but Lin Yu's body was as firm as a rock, no matter how hard the old abbot tried, he couldn't move Lin Yu at all, and a trace of surprise flashed in the old abbot's eyes.

Slightly cloudy eyes turned, the old abbot looked down at Lin Yu, and admonished in a heavy voice: "Child, you have to understand that you are still young, if you want to leave home and escape into the empty door, you must insulate from the red dust and clear the six roots, which means that you can no longer pass incense to your parents, and entering the Buddha is a big deal." Once you enter the Buddha, you will have a pure heart and few desires for life, and children must not be young and vigorous. ”

"Parents, my parents hate me to death now, they don't need me to pass on the incense, they have expelled me from the house, now I am homeless, I have no love, entering the Buddha seems to be the only relief for me, the sins of the disciples in this life are deep, I just want to pay off my debts in the morning and evening. The corners of Lin Yu's mouth showed a hint of bitterness, and the smile was very bitter.

"What? Your parents expelled you from the house, how could it be, the child is the heart of the parents, they are not in a hurry to take care of them, how can they ruthlessly drive them away? Is there any misunderstanding among the children? Are you angry with your parents, and they are angry and want to drive you away?" the old abbot raised his snow-white eyebrows and said in a gentle voice.

"It's not angry words, they really want to expel me, because ...... I killed my own brother......"

Lin Yu's voice was like a roar, and in his heart it seemed that a demon was locked, roaring surgingly! His face was hideous, and he squatted on the ground and cried bitterly while holding his head, as if he had thought of some picture that he didn't want to recall.

"Brother killing...... This ......"

The old abbot was a little dumbfounded, his brows furrowed slightly, even if he had experienced strong winds and waves, he was shocked by the young man's words, and it was intolerable for those who killed their brothers and relatives.

After all, he is the host of the first hospital, and he has experienced a lot of ups and downs, although he was shocked by Lin Yu's words, but soon the old abbot calmed down, he stretched out his wrinkled palm and patted Lin Yu's head, sighed and said in a calm voice: "Okay child, you calm down first, you haven't eaten for a few days, I will have someone bring you some food later, and when you fill your stomach, you come to the Buddha Hall to find Lao Gao, and Lao Gao will shave your head for you." ”

The old abbot left, Lin Yu was still holding his head and crying on the ground, and by the time the man brought the food, Lin Yu had stopped crying and his mood was much calmer. A bowl of green vegetables, a bowl of gruel, and two steamed buns, this is a rare delicacy for the hungry, this meal Lin Yu eats happily, he seems to have never thought that these simple foods will be so delicious and delicious.

In the Buddhist hall, hundreds of monks sit on the futon in an orderly manner, the wooden fish in front of each monk is crisp, and the loud Sanskrit sound is full of echoes in the bright hall.

"Let's get started!"

The old abbot took the bright ring knife from the disciple's hand, picked up Lin Yu's long hair, and slashed it with the ring knife in his hand.

"Sneer......"

When the knife was cut down, Lin Yu's originally soft hair turned into a stiff as iron and stone, and a burst of sparks was very weird.

"This ......"

The old abbot Mu Ne, he had never seen this kind of scene in his life, he glanced at Lin Yu with a strange face, the old abbot turned around and changed a ring knife, it was still the same, no matter how sharp the knife was, it could not cut Lin Yu's hair.

For a while, the Sanskrit sound in the hall disappeared, and the sound of the wooden fish also disappeared together, and the entire Buddhist hall was silent, the silence was terrible, and a pair of eyes all looked at the thin body of the young man in amazement.

"Tick ......"

"Tick ......"

The tall Buddha statue, the treasure of the Buddha, a trace of crystal tears in the eyes quietly landed, one drop, two drops, three drops, the Buddha was kneeling by him, and three tears fell, tears fell crystalline, dripping bluestone. All the monks in the hall were dumbfounded, shaving their hair continuously! Kneeling down and weeping! This is a strange story that has not been seen for thousands of years!

"This is the Buddha who doesn't cross him!"

"What a great sin this young man has done! The benevolent Buddha did not dare to cross him. ”

Under the solemn Buddha statue, Shakyamuni wept for him, Lin Yu raised his handsome face, looked up at the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and said with a little blank eyes: "Can't you cross me?"

The Buddha does not cross the world, but only the destined people.

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