"Huh?"

The little monk seemed to feel that the eyes of the young Taoist in front of him noticed him, and he was puzzled, and said:

"It's me."

One question and one answer, the answerer has no intention, and the questioner has a heart.

So the young Taoist smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle, and he said, "Poor Dao Bodhi." ”

The little monk hurriedly returned the salute and said, "The little monk's name is Wuming." ”

The young Taoist muttered to himself.

Enlightenment, nameless, my name......

Coming from nowhere, going nowhere, coming from here, going from nowhere.

He looked at the ignorant child in front of him, this child is the reincarnation of the Buddha, but it is no longer him, the Buddha has returned to the void and the void, and never looks back, this is just the soul of the monk, a new life, just like the two similar waves rising in the ocean.

Is he him?

So Bodhi's eyes were a little sad, and he said gently, "Good name." ”

A bright smile appeared on the little monk's face.

The young Taoist originally planned to go to the sky after killing this god and demon, and sent the Zhenhai God Needle Iron found from the East China Sea to the Tushi Palace to be recast, but at this moment, he was not in a hurry to go, and asked with a smile: "Little Master Wuming, and this master, where did this trip come from and where are you going?" ”

The old monk thought for a while, folded his hands, and replied solemnly: "We master and apprentice have been outside for so many years, sleeping in the open air, and we plan to go to the nearest city to find an old monk and brother to find a place to stay. ”

The little monk's eyes widened, stretched out his fingers and pulled down the hem of the old monk's clothes, and asked in a low voice:

"Teacher, teacher, didn't we just come out for a long time, it was a little hot at this time, and I had eaten a few good meals before and spent all the dishes, so I went back and planned to be cheeky and ask Uncle Shi for money before going out?"

A serious old monk was dismantled by his apprentice, but his face still did not change.

The young Taoist smiled slightly, and said: "If you want to enter the city, you may encounter some demons and the like along the way, and the poor Dao happens to have some time, so let's send one and two." ”

The old monk was always suspicious that this young Taoist was planning to rob his apprentice.

But he really couldn't refuse this condition, so he had to say:

"Then there's Lao Zhenren."

The old monk was suspicious in his heart, the little monk didn't have so many thoughts about him, but he felt that this young Taoist who gave himself a sense of familiarity walked with him, and he was very happy, the old monk led the way in front, and the young Taoist walked behind with a sword on his back, and the grass and trees were not afraid of him, and two birds landed on his shoulder.

The little monk followed beside him, happily asking this and that, talking about what he had seen and heard on the road.

The little monk was born in an ordinary place, he was a hard-working person, and the village was attacked by demons, although those demons were quickly strangled and cleaned, and all kinds of compensation were distributed steadily according to the rules formulated by a gentleman called Xun Fuzi before, but there was still only a little doll left in his house.

was originally taken away by the school palace to be raised, but was met by a monk who was not so old at that time.

At that time, the old monk touched his head, with compassion on his face, and asked him if he wanted to see his father and mother one day.

The child nodded and followed the old monk, who was not yet a little monk at that time.

This is not nonsense to see the father's mother's matter, the old monk blushed and used his supernatural powers, how much to communicate with the netherworld, so that the child can meet his father and mother for the last time, his father's soul saw that the child was still alive and immediately red-eyed, and said goodbye for a while, so he pulled the child to the old monk and let the child worship the teacher.

After that day, the child became a little monk.

When he was dragged away from the Netherworld Spring by the old monk, he turned his head and looked at his father and mother in the distance, and whispered:

"Goodbye, Daddy."

"Goodbye, mother."

The old monk touched his head and pulled him back to the world step by step.

Then he became a little monk.

On this day they were in a hurry, the young Taoist did not use any big magic power, but as they walked slowly, there was a temple in the mountain, so they simply lived in this temple for a night, the child was frightened today, and saw that the Taoist was happy, and walked all the way, he was already sleepy, the old monk found some haystacks, cleaned up the ground softly, and let the child curl up in a ball and sleep on it.

It's March now, and the cold hasn't dissipated.

The old monk put his monk's robe on the child, and it was only used as a bedding.

It's good to treat this little apprentice today, and I didn't even let him do the evening class.

When he opened his eyes at night, he saw only a little candlelight flickering, and the old monk sat cross-legged in front of the statue, squinting his eyes, holding a needle, and sewing clothes for his little apprentice by the candlelight in front of the statue.

Chased by the demon today, he was so frightened that he didn't mention it, this dress was also torn several times, the old monk noticed that the person woke up, nodded with a smile, did not speak, worried about waking up his apprentice, only used his teeth to bite off the thread, and the broken hole on the clothes was sewn.

The old monk nodded apologetically and said with a smile: "The real person is awake." ”

"Could it be that the old monk is moving a little more? Woke up a real person? ”

The young Taoist said gently: "Poor Dao's daily practice is to wake up at this time, not because of the master. ”

The old monk smiled: "Also, the real name penetrates the Six Realms, and the state of mind is complete." ”

He folded his clothes and put them aside, looking outside, the sky was already a little white, according to the past, this time was the time to lift the child up and let him recite the scriptures, but yesterday I only experienced that, the child was tired, always sleepy, the old monk let him fall asleep, and he quietly looked at the clouds outside.

Bodhi sent them for a day, today is actually not far from the city, today is a little more walking, in front of the humane luck array shelter place, into the humane luck array, that is, all evil spirits will not invade, even if the old monk and the little monk's physique is different and abnormal, those evil people will not risk being killed by the current master.

A young Taoist, an old monk, chatting about something under the warm morning light, the old monk did not have the previous guess that this person was chasing his apprentice, but let down his guard, and it was much easier to speak.

Talking about the past casually, saying that he was from an ordinary background, he was not in a proper way when he was young, he was unwilling to read, he was unwilling to practice martial arts, he just wasted his time, once something bad happened at home, he was still gambling in the gambling house, and he gambled on his ancestral home, and finally his father died of anger, and his mother was also ill, and finally died.

On the day he died, it snowed every day, and he was stripped naked and thrown to the ground, and when he returned home, everyone laughed at him, and when he went back, he found that his mother's body was cold and hard.

The old monk shrank down and said softly, "I deserve to die." ”

"At that time, I was already dead, there was a monk who took his Zen staff as his staff, exchanged for three taels of silver, and six hundred and thirty-two Wen, and then bought some coffins and buried my mother, at that time I said that I wanted to be a monk and become a monk, he told me that being a monk is not a place to escape, I have a serious illness, he can't accept me."

"He asked me to walk in this world, save a hundred good people, and stop a hundred people from indulging in gambling."

"It took me 20 years to do this, only to know that he had actually crossed me, and that day I found a blade to shave it, and then by some chance, I settled in a small temple, yes, it's not that I'm a monk, the world is wrong, it's not that I'm uneasy to become a monk, it's that I'm at ease, and I want to understand before I become a monk."

"What temple, Taoist temple, is not a pure land, it is just for you to settle down, what about the heart?"

"Only you can have peace of mind, even if you stand in the Buddha Kingdom, your heart is still uneasy."

The young Taoist said gently: "The master's Dharma is profound, but it is much simpler. ”

The old monk said softly: "It's just that I did some ridiculous things in the past, and I didn't wake up until the end, maybe I haven't woken up, I'm just running away, thinking about whether I can atone for my sins, but how can I redeem what happened?" I owe so much to my parents. ”

The young Taoist said gently: "Do you also think about your parents? ”

The old man sighed, looked into the distance, and said softly: "It's flesh and blood, who can not want it?" ”

"Don't you want to be a real person?"

Bodhi was silent for a moment and said softly, "...... I think I'm a teacher. ”

"The gods of the Netherworld are clear, people who want to enter it, they all need to pay a great price, and if the merit of the Tao is not enough, they will stay there, even if they can do it, they will lose more than ten years of life, the master is merciful."

The old monk smiled and said:

"It's just lifespan, if you can pull this child, it's worth it."

He stretched out his hand and took a broken branch, put it away, and said:

"The world is like a sea of suffering, the sea is not bitter, but people's own seven emotions and six desires and various attachments are mixed together, it is really too bitter, sometimes when these thoughts come up, a person drills the tip of the horns, and can't figure it out, at this time there is another person carrying through this sea of suffering."

"At this time, you carry me, and next time I will carry you."

"Once in this way, you may reach the other side, even if you can't get there, you won't be alone."

When chatting, the sun gradually rose, the child has been practicing for a long time, and his body has also got used to it, although he still wants to sleep, but his instinct is still to wake up in a daze, and the teacher, as well as the young Taoist over there, is used to rubbing his eyes to rummage the package, and then suddenly shouted in surprise,

"Master, Master!!"

"What's wrong? Shouting so loudly. ”

"Look, my clothes have changed for the better!"

The little monk ran over with his monk's robe in small steps, his eyes were shining, showing his good clothes, and said happily: "Look! Here, and here, it's all right! ”

The little monk showed his clothes, and the old monk sat there, smiling and nodding.

In the end, Wuming held his clothes and said happily: "I made a wish to the Bodhisattva yesterday, saying that I hope my clothes will be better, and the Bodhisattva has appeared!" This way, you can still wear it, and you don't have to make new ones. ”

The old monk stretched out his hand and touched the little monk's head, and said gently: "As I said, Wuming is a good boy, practice well, and the Bodhisattva will reward you." ”

The little monk nodded vigorously, folded his hands and said, "Then I hope the Bodhisattva can bless the teacher with a better health, and he can watch me become a great monk!" Old monk! ”

Bodhi saw that the old monk's eyes had a complicated smile that he could not describe in words in this life.

didn't say anything, just touched the little monk's head and said yes.

This place is already very close to the city of the human race, and the young Taoist accompanied them for half a day, sent them into the formation, and he didn't go in, his identity is different, his fame is too great, and this body has been killing for hundreds of years.

The little monk has gone too far these days, with calluses on his feet, and when he walks here, his heart is relaxed, and he doesn't want to go, the old monk has no choice, so he has to squat down and carry the child forward, he turned around and nodded goodbye to the young Taoist, and sighed in his heart.

"This teacher fought the gods of the Quartet thousands of years ago, and he didn't dare to speak, and this one has beaten the heirs of the innate gods and demons in the past three hundred years, crying and calling his mother, but he doesn't know what kind of frightening embryo killer this disciple has to be, so as to be worthy of this lineage."

He thought, but he also felt that this world-moving vein had nothing to do with his master and apprentice, who either shook the Quartet, or caused a great disaster, neither his turn to have a headache, nor his turn to wipe his ass with the little guy behind him, what did he want to do so far?

Shaking his head, he carried his disciple on his back and walked towards the red dust of the world.

It's just past the middle of winter.

The trees are bare, but they have also bloomed with tender shoots, and finally there is more gratifying vitality from the slaughter of the autumn and winter, old, new, all things are natural, it is always like this, the young Taoist watched them go away, and the old monk carried the little monk on his back.

The world is like a sea of suffering, but in the cultivation of the six realms, where there is no desire, where is not the sea of suffering?

In the primeval times, the golden cicadas in front of the Buddha were noisy; Under the red dust now, the old monk carried the little monk forward.

In the past life, you crossed me, and in this life I crossed you.

But how is it to see the next life?

The young Bodhi looked gentle.

The big real man who moved the world turned around, rolled his sleeve robe, and walked away against the crowd and Hongchen, the little monk behind him was clamoring to eat sugar gourds, the old monk smiled helplessly and agreed, the sound of people talking on both sides, the sound of hawkers selling, the sound of Hongchen endlessly, they gradually drifted away, and gradually disappeared into this red dust.

Eight hundred and thirty years later.

There are monks in Buddhism who come to the great work.

Buddha name, Shakyamuni.

World name, whirl.

Another two thousand five hundred years.

There is a monk who ascends to the great product.

Buddha name, Zhan Tan merit.

The name of the world, pure.

(End of chapter)