"Can the Buddha be sentient?"

Hearing this, Ye Wuwu looked stunned, and then looked at Cang Yangcuo, his eyes were a little strange.

Previously, this monk also made a poem about the Ten Commandments, and he wondered why a monk would make a love poem.

Now it seems that there is a big story behind it.

Ye Wuwu thought about it and chuckled.

"The Buddha has great love, but he is ruthless."

The difference between small love and big love, Ye Wuwu is still clear.

Cang Yangcuo thought for a moment and asked, "Why?" ”

Ye Wuwu turned around and looked at the countless Buddha palaces at the bottom of the mountain, in which there were countless enshrined Buddha statues.

Ye Wuwu stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom of the mountain, and said with a smile.

"Which Buddha have you ever seen who married a wife?"

Cang Yangcuo was slightly stunned, and was a little dumbfounded by Ye Wuwu's answer.

Immediately, Cang Yangcuo said helplessly: "Is this also the answer?" ”

Ye Wuwu smiled heartily and said, "Isn't it okay?" The love between men and women, isn't it love? ”

Cangyangcuo was silent for a long time.

Ye Wuwu took one last look at him, then turned around and went down the mountain.

He dropped a word and didn't look back.

"The Buddha is ruthless, but people are affectionate."

"I don't know about other people, but the Cangyangcuo I know is not a ruthless person."

Cang Yangcuo stood on the edge of the snow-capped mountain cliff, looking at the back that gradually disappeared from his eyes, and was silent.

Ye Wuwu left, maybe he really left, but maybe three days later, he would come to see the scene of becoming a Buddha.

On the white snow-capped mountain, except for a quaint Buddha palace, there was nothing left, and only a lonely figure remained.

The cold wind howled and swept through thousands of snowfalls.

Cang Yangcuo was standing on the edge of the snow-capped mountain cliff at this moment, and suddenly stepped out, as if he was about to fall into the abyss in one step.

Beneath the cliff lies a terrifying rift that stretches in sight.

But then, Cang Yangcuo shook his head slightly, jumped lightly on his toes, and his body suddenly rose with the wind.

Cang Yangcuo's body was swaying with the wind at this moment, and the cold wind was blowing a big red monk's robe.

There is such a general scenery in the air at an altitude of I don't know how many meters.

There was a monk who rode the wind and soared up to 90,000 miles.

However, when the monk wanted to reach a higher level, there was a soft shout between the vast heaven and earth.

Cang Yangcuo's gray eyes suddenly shone with a glimmer of golden light.

But an invisible force still pressed it down, and the figure of the monk slowly fell downward.

Cangyangcuo's figure appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain.

He looked up at the sky with a look of anger in his eyes.

Above the sky, it was still so light and light, as if he was a little disdainful of the monk's actions.

Cangyangcuo did not speak, but looked at the foot of the mountain.

From the top of the mountain, the figure was the size of an ant, converging into a trickle along the heavenly path, and climbing the stairs step by step.

Cangyangcuo sat down cross-legged and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

Red monk's robes flutter in the wind.

On the white snow-capped mountain, which should have been empty, there is a touch of bright red at this moment.

……

Ye Wuwu did not leave, but mixed in with the crowd, looking at the Buddha palaces as if they were looking at the flowers.

Walking into a shop and ordering some food, Ye Wuwu's heart moved, and he invited the shopkeeper Xiaoer.

After giving Xiao Er one or two pieces of silver, Xiao Er, who was originally plain, suddenly changed to a smiling face.

"Guest, what's the matter? Look at your outfit, it's not from our Western Regions, right? ”

Ye Wuwu smiled and said, "Do you know this person Master Cangyang?" ”

Xiao Er smiled and said, "Guest officer, you are laughing, how could we not know Master Cangyang, this is a strange person......

After a while, Ye Wuwu walked out of the store with a somewhat worn book.

This old book cost him five taels of silver.

Ye Wuwu estimated that the shopkeeper was laughing crazy at the moment, seeing that he was not local, and a poetry book was sold for five taels of silver.

But Ye Wuwu didn't care.

It's not that he's magnanimous or philanthropic.

It's that Ye Wuwu is simply very rich.

It's been three months, and the production lines of refined salt and perfume should have been laid out, and Ye Wuwu hasn't gone to Qianzhuang to confirm his balance.

Estimated, hundreds of thousands?

According to Na Er, this collection of poems was written a long time ago, not long after Master Cangyang became a Buddha.

Some people among the people, either out of admiration or admiration, in short, someone printed a batch at that time, and by the way, they also sold it in the market.

However, it was stopped by the people of the Buddhist sect, saying that it was not allowed to be sold and reprinted.

But those that were circulated before were not taken away.

Ye Wuwu flipped through several pages, his eyes were a little strange, but he was a little surprised.

This booklet is full of love poems, almost all of which are love poems.

When he saw one of the words, Ye Wuwu was stunned, and there was a complicated look in his eyes.

It's been years

You've been living in seclusion in my wounds

I've let go of heaven and earth

But he never let go of you

There are thousands of mountains and rivers in my life

It's up to you – farewell

Worldly things

Except for life and death

Which one is not an idle matter

Whose privacy is not brought back to the light

The flowers of the burial open and close in a certain degree

The fruit of Bodhi played the empty mountain

Tell me

Those footprints you hide under the fallen leaves

Hints at how many festival days

For me to get away with it

……

"In the world, apart from life and death, nothing is idle."

Ye Wuwu muttered, then shook his head and put away the booklet.

Through the conversation with Xiao Er and this poetry collection, Ye Wuwu already had a guess in his heart.

Cangyangcuo did not enter Buddhism since he was a child, he was originally a child of an ordinary tribe on the grassland, but when he was born, the heaven and earth were golden and the sound of Buddha was surrounding, so he was selected as a spirit child.

Regarding the explanation of the spirit child, Ye Wuwu remembered that Xiao Er told him that it was the meaning of the reincarnation of the living Buddha.

However, at that time, the Buddha did not bring Cangyangcuo back, but let him live in the tribe for a while.

It was not until he was fourteen years old that Cangyangcuo was brought back to Buddhism and made a Buddha.

"Empowerment, reincarnation of a living Buddha?"

Ye Wuwu frowned, he always felt that something was faintly wrong, but he couldn't say it.

With Cangyangcuo's qualifications, why do you need empowerment?

The reincarnation of a living Buddha? Is it just talking about it or is it really happening?

Thinking about it, Ye Wuwu suddenly stopped his steps.

He looked straight ahead, his expression calm.

There stood a monk.

But it's not the one you know well.

It's a lotus pond.

Lianchi was smiling at the moment, clasping his hands together, and bowed slightly to Ye Wuwu.

"Ye Xiaoyou, but you're leaving?"

Ye Wuwu said lightly: "What do you mean by seniors?" It doesn't hurt to be straight. ”

Lianchi looked at Ye Wuwu, then glanced at the snow-capped mountain in the distance, shook his head and sighed.

"If Ye Xiaoyou is not busy, how about going to a place with me?"

Ye Wuwu thought about it and nodded.

The lotus pond brought two horses.

"It's a bit far away, let's try to go one day and go back one day, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the ceremony in three days."

Hasuchi explained.

He didn't ask Ye Wuwu if he knew what would happen three days later.

Halfway through, Lianchi suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Wuwu and said in a deep voice.

"Lord Ye, Cangyangcuo is the son of Buddhism, and he is destined to become a Buddha in the future."

Ye Wuwu nodded and quietly waited for the other party's next words.

Lianchi was silent for a moment, and then said slowly.

"My apprentice too."