He raised his hand, caught a falling Bodhi dead leaf, and gently placed it in Mu Jiu's palm: "Sitting and Zen, walking and Zen, a flower and a world, a leaf as it comes, spring flowers from green, autumn to leaves drifting, since everything in the world exists, there are its irreversible rules, the old man knows that you believe that life is made by yourself, but if you really have no way out, you don't have to be too persistent to hit your head and break the blood, learn to conform to nature, to understand, to accept, maybe some can't see through it will gradually become cheerful." ”

"Life is so short, the floating world is changing, don't rush to the end, the flowers and dead leaves on the way are your practice, as for the catastrophe or fate, it all depends on your heart."

Although the Dharma is very calming and insightful, and the broad and kind voice seems to be able to soothe the soul, Mu Jiu still can't help but pull the corners of his lips: "Old monk, have you seen something strange in me again?" For example, what is the Red Luan Star Movement? ”

Mu Jiu was speechless, this old man didn't plan to let her go, right? Can't you let her die alone in her old age, or do a good deed to make her a monk?

Mu Jiu didn't bother to listen to what Yuan said about the unfinished fate, and raised his hand and threw something over: "Ignore you, I'll go over there for a walk." ”

Liyuan caught the thing that Mu Jiu threw over, it was a wooden plaque, very simple, engraved with 'peace' on one side, and a Youtan bowl flower carved on the other, which was carved with the Yin Thunder wood he gave.

Although this craft is a little casual, it is important to put the mind on it.

"Amitabha."

Mu Jiu went down from the path behind the Bodhi tree, did not go down the mountain, but bypassed half of the mountain wall and came to a platform, this stone platform was smooth and clean, and there were not even a few more weeds.

The mountain walls on both sides form a large semicircle that is not closed, entering from the platform, it is a cave, there is no shelter on the cave, the light of the sun and the moon can shine in, Mu Jiu walked in slowly, there are no extra plants here, people can see the only and most special existence at a glance.

The thousand-year-old tree is more than ten meters high, spanning five or six meters, growing on this cliff, winding up along the mountain wall to the entrance of the cave.

The tree itself grows on the flat ground of this platform, but as the millennium passes, it continues to grow upwards, and the roots of the tree continue to grow, and the intertwined roots of the tree penetrate deep into the cracks of the stone wall, covering those cracks densely from the wind, as if it is integrated with the mountain wall.

The thousand-year-old trees, winding and circling, like a thousand-year-old grand plan, are extremely magnificent.

The body of the tree is not thick, most of the roots are knotted, but the branches and leaves are not so luxuriant.

A few branches hung down, and the tips of the strips of paper, the snow-wrapped flowers, were slim, white and flawless, like the purest white in the world, even if the sky was dark, but it also glowed with a lustrous luster.

There are no superfluous colors, no fancy shapes, but they are so beautiful that people can't bear to blaspheme.

It is said that the moment it opens, it is fragrant and refreshing, just smelling it can make people refreshed, and the moment the petals bloom together, it makes people feel like they are in a fairyland.

The holy flower of Buddhism, the flower of the bowl of Youtan.

Its only effect is purification, just like the true meaning of Buddhism, removing all impurities and leaving a pure body.

There are not many buds, but it is not less, at a glance, there are about a hundred or so flowers, but each one is very small, the buds are not much bigger than the fingertips, although it has a magical effect, but it is not a miracle medicine to eat only one can be useful, if you really want to remove impurities to get a magical effect, ten years of flowering, even if a hundred, it is too little.

There are many people in the world who want this good epiphany, but everyone wants to monopolize it, and no one will back down, and finally it is inevitable to fight for the power to pick flowers.

Two hundred years ago, the monks of Nanshan Temple will guard this flower, every time the flower blooms, all the monks set up a position here, blocking those who want to pick flowers, and then the host picks the flowers and then gives them to those who need them very much, but this rule has not been observed, killing people and grabbing treasures, the same bloody rain all the way, and even this Nanshan Temple has three hosts in succession because of this.

Since then, there has been no one to protect this sacred flower, and who can pick it depends on their ability.

Mu Jiu raised her hand, wanting to touch the flowers, but she was about to touch them, but she finally withdrew, she waited for seven years for the flowers to bloom, each one is precious, how can she be willing to pollute it?

At night, Nanshan Temple was silent, the bright excessive moonlight shrouded the heaven and the earth, and the silver frost was everywhere, and the other side of the world had already started a fight.

-----

Mu Jiu didn't lie down for long before getting up, the sky was slightly cold, Weixue boiled the water early, prepared a bath bucket for her, Mu Jiu took a bath before changing his clothes and freshening up.

After breakfast, Mu Jiucai walked towards Mingguang's meditation room, and did not shy away from it, he directly pushed open the door of the meditation room, Mingguang got up very early to do the morning class, and before the morning class, he would not eat, only drink a glass of water, and now he poured next to the futon for the morning class, and the teacup containing the water fell to the ground.

Li Yuan walked slowly, and he was not surprised to see this picture: "Even if you don't want him to be involved, you don't have to be so absolute." ”

Mu Jiu turned his back to Yuan, and his voice did not fluctuate: "Old monk, if you can, I don't want him to stain his hands with a drop of blood in this life, one of the two of us must live like a person, and it is enough for me to carry the sins and grievances alone." ”

Yuan looked at Mu Jiu's back deeply, at this moment, her darkness and dead silence that seemed to be engraved in her soul became more and more intense, saying that he had profound Buddhism and universal sentient beings, but who knew that he couldn't even cross a little girl.

Mu Jiu bent down and helped Mingguang up, his movements were not gentle, but he could see that he was careful, helped Mingguang to the bed, and arranged the hem of his clothes and covered him with a quilt.

After doing everything, Mu Jiucai slowly walked out and looked at Chaoyang who had begun to emerge: "Old monk, chant for me, I'm tired of hearing the Pure Heart Mantra, change it." ”

"As you wish!"

Mu Jiu went to the back mountain, the bells of Nanshan Temple rang out, the monks did morning classes, and the sound of chanting sounded, which seemed to be no different from the past, and it was still peaceful and peaceful.

Mu Jiu had just walked to the stone platform where Youtanhua was, and in the woods in the distance, a flock of birds flew in shock, with a murderous aura.

Here it comes.

Mu Jiu is not a person who loves to kill, and she doesn't want to turn this place into a Shura field, this is Nanshan Temple, and she doesn't want to kill more people in the land of Buddhism, but if necessary, she will not show mercy to her subordinates.

At the foot of the mountain, Nanfeng looked at the person who walked out half an hour ago and now walked back again, frowning: "Why are you back?" ”

Several of his subordinates were also surprised when they saw Nanfeng: "Commander, I have been walking in, but I haven't gone back?" ”

Soon, a second wave of people also came out, although they were not with them, but they also watched in.

Everyone wants to take flowers, and no one is going to back down.

(End of chapter)