Jushan carried the jade on his back to Yunyu Mountain, and when he saw several senior brothers who had been separated for a long time, he felt very cordial, and said hello repeatedly, and after the other party returned the salute, he hurried away, as if they had seen each other every day, and had not been separated from these two years.

Everything on the mountain suddenly became familiar and unfamiliar: the Sanskrit music was surrounded on all sides, the words of Tianzhu were like the words of that Qianwen "buzzing", and the spices of Tianzhu were so rich that they smoked him and staggered. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this still the place where he has grown up for more than ten years?

The ancients said: This place of peace is my hometown. obviously returned home, but it was like a foreign land, where it was obviously a foreign land, but it made him feel at ease.

Until they met Deva and Senior Brother Ma Ming, the two of them saw him, like long-lost relatives, they were very surprised, and they had a lot of greetings and sighs. Jushan came to the back of the Great Dragon Temple, walked through this familiar courtyard, walked faster, entered the meditation room, and finally met the person who had been thinking about it day and night.

But Nagarjuna lay on the bed, and suddenly his face was much older, and he was very weak, as if he were closing his eyes and recuperating himself, as if he were asleep. Jushan wanted to call "Father" softly, but he couldn't open his mouth, just sat on the edge of the bed and watched silently, and about an hour passed.

Nagarjuna woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, he was stunned: Could it be that I have entered the underworld? Why did you see it in a dream, and when you open your eyes, you see it again?

"Master! Master——, it's me! I'm back! Jushan couldn't help but pounce on him and hugged Master's legs, tears raining down. This is your only relative, why did you leave for so long?

"It's really you, Shan'er, Shan'er, where did you go? I wanted to kill you for the teacher, I thought you were - woo woo ......" Master Nagarjuna, who has practiced for hundreds of years, can't help but cry.

Jushan was crying silently, and at the same time touched the master's legs, only to feel that his heart was like a knife, the legs were as thin as willow branches, and the monk's robe on his body was also empty.

Nagarjuna dried all his tears, and Jushan got up with red eyes to open his baggage.

"Master, I brought back a lot of jade, you can use it, you can find more in the future! Brother Deva! Brother Deva—" the mountain shouted.

Jushan took out ten catties of jade and handed it to Deva and let him cook it. "It's all cooked?" Deva exclaimed.

"You are so weak, drink with Master." Giant Mountain Road.

Jushan told what happened to him after saying goodbye, and watched the master smile and slowly drink the jade liquid...... I finally have the joy of repaying my loved ones in my heart, as well as the comfort and peace that I haven't seen for a long time. This feeling of having done something for the person he loved filled his tired body and mind with strength, and the turmoil at sea, how many life and death were at stake, and the unbearable years of "male prostitutes", all seemed to be worth it.

After many days of recuperation, Nagarjuna's thin body gradually grew a little flesh, and his face was a little ruddy, and his former voice seemed to be gradually returning.

On this day, it was Xiao Han, and Jushan was summoned into the inner room by the master. A few days ago, Nagarjuna suffered from a cold wind, and his disciples wanted to ask for a doctor, but he insisted on not allowing it. His body suddenly began to lose weight again, his voice was weak, and sometimes he coughed incessantly, and when he saw the giant mountain, his eyes suddenly showed an eager color: "Shan'er, my time is short...... You have to remember not to do nothing, and not to be too persistent! ”

"Master, don't be cranky, wasn't it good a few days ago, I'll go and cook some more jade liquid for you!" Jushan comforted.

"I've lived for hundreds of years, and I know how many days I have left. If the matter of life and death cannot be broken, what kind of virtuous monk can you brag? Nagarjuna smiled.

Hearing him say this, Jushan was a little panicked, "Wait, I'll go and ask Ravi to come!" He turned to leave.

Nagarjuna said angrily: "Ahem——, it's not too late for you to listen to me and leave!" ”

Jushan had to boil him a bowl of hot tea and reluctantly sat down. Nagarjuna cheered up and said slowly, "When you came down the mountain, I asked you: Do you know who your enemy is?" Your face is terrified, your eyes are terrifying, and your whole body trembles.

"I realized then that I thought that years of Dharma and compassion would dissolve some of your hatred, and maybe you were young at that time, and probably forgot about it, but it seems that ...... It seems that I am too optimistic, and I don't blame you! After all, how can there be any empathy in this world? The ones I did...... It's just a drop in the bucket, a drop in the bucket!

"I once went to Lingshan to ask the Buddha to punish Dapeng, but he said that he couldn't help me, so he had to close the door. Later I went to Brahman...... Alas, I don't let you seek revenge, it's not that I'm arrogant, thinking that the hatred in the world can be dissolved with compassion, and it's not that you forget the revenge of killing your mother. I don't have the wisdom and courage of Brahma or Buddha, and I want to use Brahma and Buddha light to illuminate sentient beings.

"Child, you have to do what you can, hatred can give people strength, but it can also destroy people!"

"If you think about it again, you have practiced the Honey Sect Divine Skill for many years, why is it fast and slow when you enter the realm? When you were young, you already had a wisdom root, but your body was thin and weak, but you entered the realm very quickly, and the disciples around you and many disciples who were older than you were far inferior to you.

"That year, when I talked about "Taishō Tibet" and talked about "The Buddha Says the Devil's Mother Sutra", all the disciples were very bad about the murder of the son of Mother Heriti (note: also known as the ghost mother and son), and there were a lot of bad words, only you pity the ghost mother and the disciples, and the disciples scolded you for being cold-blooded and ruthless, and had no empathy. Later, you read the Book of Rites, 'What is the enmity of parents...... Buddha and the world also. ’

"It was another case and escaped from the school. On that day, I read about Dong An's revenge for his mother, and he drew his sword and got up, broke out of the window, and didn't know where to go. Later, I heard that you were wielding a sword in the woods all night. yes, I remember all of that. ”

Jushan said: "Master, I know that you are for my good, but there are some things that I will never forget. ”