Under the Bodhi tree, Mingguang slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were no longer red with blood, but with access, Buddha nature, enlightenment, and compassion.

He saw Xiao Junshu, and then looked at Mu Jiu beside him.

He wasn't the first to see this garden full of flowers, but Mu Jiu saw it but didn't understand the true meaning.

Slowly spoke: "Master passed away, Ze was all things, this is the cultivation of the Great Perfection, but she can't see through, so she has demons." ”

"Her life is too much, so she has become such a cold-hearted and hard-hearted appearance, but in fact she is a kind silly girl, very indifferent on the surface, and looks heartless, but in fact, she cares a lot."

"This is her biggest calamity, if she can survive, she will be shrouded in blessings, smooth and healthy, now this Zen courtyard is shrouded in Buddha, you pick a courtyard for her to rest, and wait for her to wake up."

Xiao Junshu looked at Mingguang like this, and it was no problem to think that he had gone mad before he came, so he bent down and gently hugged Mu Jiu into his arms, turned around and walked towards the Zen courtyard.

Under the Bodhi tree, Mingguang watched Mu Jiu being taken away, turned around, and looked at the Bodhi tree that had grown in size in an instant.

If you want to realize the true meaning of the Dharma, the first level is to have a clear mind.

People in the world practice Buddhism and cut off kinship, but even if it is Buddhism, how many people can really break off the dust thought?

Those who are in the Buddhism are full of fat stomachs, lazy, greedy for money, lazy to eat, competitive, and all kinds of mundane thoughts abound.

They are all mortals, where can they really cut off their thoughts?

The people in Buddhism are those who have attained the Tao, who think they have seen through everything, but in fact they are just resting on their laurels and priding themselves to be high, and how many people are really transparent?

The road is simple, Buddhism crosses people, every day thinking about becoming a Buddha, not a person, does not understand the seven emotions and six desires of people, how can you cross people?

Master Liyuan walked the world, never preached, never crossed people, just like a normal person, did some normal things, saw all the hardships in the world, and lived a variety of situations.

In Master Yuan's heart, all beings are equal, but they are not equal, he is different to Mu Jiu, he treats him like a child, but he did not break this dust thought because of this, but by him, his fate is determined by heaven, and he is born from his heart.

Because we understand, because we are grateful, because we understand, we are compassionate.

Buddhist monks can't cross the world, because you can't even cross yourself.

A person's life is a practice, and only by crossing oneself can one cross the sentient beings in the world, and if he crosses himself, why should he cross the sentient beings in the world?

"Amitabha!"

Mingguang clasped his hands together, and there was a golden light flashing in his palms, but he didn't seem to be able to see it, and in a pair of eyes, there was only clear understanding, which seemed to be all-encompassing, and it seemed to be empty, leaving nothing.

"Donor, come out!"

In the corner of the meditation room, a silver-white figure slowly walked out, handsome and dusty, who is it not Dongfang Yao?

Dongfang Yao walked out and looked at Mingguang, very curious, how could a person who was about to explode and die suddenly get better?

When he came, Master Yuan had already passed away, only watching the flowers and trees grow instantly, but he didn't notice what was going on with Mingguang's body.

He really couldn't understand the Dharma thing, after all, he didn't seem to have anything to do with the Dharma in his life.

But even if he has nothing to do with the Buddha, the Buddha nature of this side of the world seems to be able to cleanse the killing of people's hearts, he is here to kill Mingguang, but at this moment he wants to change his mind, he slowly stepped forward, stood still behind Mingguang, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever loved her." ”

Mingguang didn't ask anyone, everyone knew it, didn't hesitate, and admitted very frankly: "Loved." ”

The only brilliant color in his life is Wei Shu, and all his deepest emotions are Wei Shu.

For her to let go of everything, for her to go mad, to give her life, even to go mad, the only obsession in my heart is to wait for her, so, isn't it love?

I didn't expect this monk to be so straightforward, Dongfang Yao was surprised: "Then why are you willing to become a monk, obviously you met her before that Xiao Junshu, she also cares about you so much, if it is you, she will definitely fall in love with you, you have a better chance than me, why did you give up?" Because you don't love deeply enough? ”

Mingguang replied: "No, it is precisely because of deep love that it is blessed." ”

Mingguang asked rhetorically: "Donor, do you love her?" ”

"Of course I love."

"Then why not go for it?"

Dongfang Yao: "...... Where did you see that I didn't fight for it? ”

Mingguang shook his head: "The fate of one life, the catastrophe of two lives, you only think about what you haven't got from her, but you never think about what you have gotten, full of obsession, never grateful, you are destined not to get." ”

"Nonsense, you don't understand anything between me and her, and you're not qualified to evaluate!" Dongfang Yao felt stupid to listen to this monk reason here, and listening to it made people angry: "Don't try to trick me into believing in your Buddhism." ”

"The donor is too worried, you have no relationship with my Buddhism."

Mingguang got up and walked away, the golden light under his feet, as if he was born a lotus step by step, but it was fleeting, as if an illusion, and when Dongfang Yao looked at it, Mingguang's figure had already gone far away.

"What an evil monk." Dongfang Yao got up and chased after him.

The Blood Floating Massacre, the supreme practice of Buddhism, is also an evil skill, because no one has realized the final true meaning, so most of them die of blood exhaustion.

Born to die, dead to live.

The exercises passed on to Mingguang by Master Liyuan are the second half of the Blood Futu, not left by Blood Bodhi, but deduced by Master Liyuan himself.

Only this exercise can restrain the Yijiazi Dharma power taken from Mu Jiu, and only the Mingguang that fuses the two can have a chance to realize the true Blood Floating Slaughter.

And Master Liyuan has not saved Mingguang, not because he can't save it, but because he is waiting, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for a bright heart.

After the completion of the Blood Floating Massacre, from the demon to the Buddha, the highest realm of the world's exercises, the realm of refinement, others may not be able to step up the steps in a lifetime, but Mingguang did it, but the price is also very large, and he may even accompany his own life.

But he was lucky to have a green plum and a master, and he survived this catastrophe.

As for Master Yuan, this is the true consummation of merit.

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And Mu Jiu, huh...... She suspected that she was dreaming, but this dream was too real, and she even felt a little cold.

She walked in the void, with only a golden path under her feet, and she could only follow this only path.

She walked and walked, I don't know how long she walked, and finally, in the void, she saw a figure, a familiar robe and Zen robe, Mu Jiu recognized it in an instant: "Old monk." ”

Master Yuan's figure became clearer and clearer, he looked at Mu Jiu, and his smile was as compassionate as before: "Amitabha." ”

(End of chapter)