Hongyuan's thumb flicked the Buddha beads, and said in a heavy tone: "Donor, listen to the advice of the old man, a thousand years of asceticism and a hundred eons, love and hatred are all dreams."

The deadline is approaching, and only by letting go of love and hatred can we get out of the sea of suffering! ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Jian Junxi's dark eyes, and then, the corners of his lips pulled out a rich bitterness.

I didn't understand the previous words, but she understood the sentence "the time limit is coming".

Hoarse asked, "Master Hongyuan...... If I let go of ...... They...... Can you come back? ”

Hongyuan's face froze, his eyes showed helplessness, and he moved his lips while plucking the Buddha beads: "Donor, if you come, you will go, if you gather, you will disperse, if you arise, if you fall, you will die." ”

Jian Junxi closed his eyes in despair, his throat choked and sliding, and all the pain was still swallowed only in his stomach.

Hongyuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and sighed in a voice that only he could hear: "The end of a hundred lifetimes, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, and the great suffering is extremely sad, how to die?" ”

Jian Junxi's mind became less and less clear, and the hands that grabbed his robe began to startle, and his long eyelashes no longer danced.

Exhausted, he asked, "Please...... Tell...... I...... He...... Live...... Make move...... Is it? ”

Hongyuan's old eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at her with lowered eyes, as if he was extremely disappointed, and as if he couldn't bear it.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and said hoarsely: "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, with you kneeling on a thousand ladders to pray for blessings, I will definitely be able to bless his soul to return to its place......"

He ...... At...... Which ......" is dying but still refuses to give up.

"When it's time to return, I'll come back." After Hongyuan finished speaking, he looked up at the blue sky, and his wrinkled face was extremely calm.

With indifferent eyes, he couldn't see any emotion, and only he knew how helpless he was.

When Jian Junxi heard his words, he seemed to have finally let go, he couldn't support it anymore, and fell to the ground completely......

"Master, he ......" Wu Ze just wanted to go up and help her up.

"Don't move!" Hongyuan suddenly stretched out his left hand to block it, and stared at Jian Junxi on the ground.

When he saw a pool of blood under her, the old man was slightly stunned and put his index and middle fingers on her pulse.

After a while, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and then he sighed silently, and said lightly: "Notify the people under the mountain to come up and pick her up, you must be fast!" ”

"Yes, Master." Gosawa stood up and prepared to call the monk on duty at the foot of the mountain.

Hongyuan took off the string of Buddhist beads in her hand and put it on her right hand without hurry, because it was very long, and it went around several times.

After decades of baptism, the best Bodhi appears to be more full and translucent, and the number of Buddha beads is different, and the meaning is also different.

This string of Hongyuan is a total of one hundred and eight Buddha beads, representing one hundred and eight kinds of afflictions in the human heart, covering greed, resentment, stupidity, arrogance, and doubt.

For ordinary people, chanting the Buddha is not an end, but a way to manage the body, mouth, and mind, to calm people's minds, resolve troubles, and restore their inherent wisdom and merits.

"Master, this is your personal belonging, how can it be easily given to others?" The monk on the side opened his mouth puzzled, his complicated gaze implied reluctance, and the preciousness was self-evident.

"Amitabha, monks should be compassionate, have a Buddha in their hearts, and cultivate Buddhas without Buddhas in their hearts!" After Hongyuan finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and chanted with his eyes closed.

The monk on the side suddenly turned red, and the other disciples didn't say anything when they saw this, just like him, chanting on the spot.

They stayed by Jian Junxi's side until Abu and Yan Rongliang arrived......

(End of chapter)