"The disaster has not been eliminated for a day, and we will continue to give porridge for a day!" The six ancestors said while personally distributing porridge for the people at the scene.

Many people in the crowd recognized the Six Ancestors and whispered, "It's the Sixth Ancestor Master, it's the Six Ancestors who have come to our rescue......

The Sixth Patriarch continued: "The disaster that fell from heaven is a warning to us to help each other and tide over the difficulties together. The more this time, the more we must help each other! ”

So, people automatically lined up and orderly.

The sixth ancestor got down from the grinding plate, walked to the back of the line, and picked up a sick and weak old man.

People are getting out of the way.

The Sixth Ancestor said emotionally: "Thank you, thank you!" Giving way to the elderly and caring for young children is my Chinese virtue for the ages. In this time of crisis, as long as we help each other, we will definitely be able to get through it! ”

The sixth ancestor helped the old man to his side. Fahai served him porridge, and the old man immediately poured it into his mouth impatiently, choking and coughing.

The Sixth Ancestor said while beating him on the back: "Old man, don't worry, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not let you starve to death again!" ”

The old man had tears in his eyes and nodded vigorously.

Chicher takes over from the sweaty Fahai. The Sixth Patriarch said to him: "Fahai, the top priority at the moment is to set up a wide range of porridge farms to relieve the victims of the disaster in all directions. ”

Fahai wiped his sweat and panted and said, "Master, we have set up 18 porridge sheds on the road that the victims must pass. ”

The Sixth Patriarch said, "It's not enough, we need to set up more." ”

"We don't have enough people. What's more, the amount of rice noodles needed is too large to be transported. ”

The Sixth Patriarch thought for a while and said, "If there are not enough people, we can organize the victims to help themselves." As for the rice and noodles, we went to the big families to make a fortune, and used the compassion of our Buddha to influence them, and opened a warehouse to give alms. No, we will pay for the surplus food they have in stock. ”

Fahai said, "I'll handle it." ”

A little girl hurried to the corner with a porridge jar in her hands, and accidentally fell, and the crockpot shattered. She cried loudly as she held the porridge sprinkled on the dust with her hands.

The Sixth Patriarch used his own bowl to serve porridge, brought it to her, pulled her up and said, "Child, don't cry, don't cry." Here, you drink. ”

The little girl took the bowl and ran to the corner.

The Sixth Ancestor shouted while chasing her: "Child, don't run, you can drink here." It's not enough, you can go to Sheng again. ”

The little girl said without looking back, "I'll send it to my mother first, my mother is dying of hunger." The Sixth Ancestor hurriedly followed her. In a ruined corner, the sixth ancestor caught up with the girl. On the grass pile in the corner of the wall, a middle-aged woman who was half-unconscious was lying.

The little girl handed the porridge bowl to the middle-aged woman, whose lips moved, but she could not raise her head.

The Sixth Patriarch helped her up and leaned against the wall.

Hui Zhan helped the little girl feed the porridge to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman drank faster and faster, half a bowl of porridge was in her stomach, and she regained her vitality.

She opened her misty eyes, and the smiling six ancestors became a shining Guanyin Bodhisattva in her eyes.

She muttered: "Great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva, Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering......

When the sixth ancestor saw the middle-aged woman wake up, he quietly left.

Little girl: "Mother, that's not Guanyin Bodhisattva, it was the Sixth Patriarch Master who saved us from giving porridge." ”

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes and opened them again, and saw the back of an old monk.

The little girl said, "Mother, he is the Master of the Six Ancestors!" ”

The middle-aged woman looked at the back that almost disappeared and muttered, "The Sixth Ancestor is the Living Bodhisattva......

……

The thing that the Six Ancestors feared the most still happened: the plague, this demon dragging a huge shadow, is approaching step by step!

It was the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the weather was extremely hot, and the ownerless corpses who died of illness and starvation quickly decomposed, maggots crawled around, flies flew sideways, and the stench was stinking!

What's even more terrifying is that the epidemic, the most murderous killer of mankind in history, has begun to spread......

Carrion is everywhere. If we don't bury it quickly, it will seriously pollute the soil, wells, and air, and mosquitoes and flies carrying germs are everywhere, then an unprecedented plague will be inevitable!

People who are not afraid of being infected?

Therefore, no one dared to bury the ownerless carrion corpses carrying the plague germs......

I don't go to hell, who does! The Sixth Patriarch decided to personally lead his disciples to bury the corpses.

However, something unexpected happened.

It turned out that the dead bodies exposed in the wilderness were gone, and they were all buried.

Moreover, those who died of the plague were cremated with firewood!

Who is so compassionate?

So fearless?

Finally, the Sixth Patriarch saw that person by the fire of a cremated carrion, the old monk who had been cleaning the road in front of the mountain gate of Baolin Temple all year round and had a scar on his face.

He seemed to have been infected with the plague, and lay weak by the fire.

When he found that the Sixth Ancestor and several disciples were walking towards him, he hurriedly shook his hands to stop everyone from approaching him.

The Sixth Ancestor didn't stop, and still walked towards him.

With the last of his strength, he struggled to his feet, trying to hide in the distance......

"Shadow...... Shadow ...... Shadow Hidden Zen Master——" The Six Ancestors let out a call full of affection! The old monk subconsciously froze in place. Immediately, his back shook violently......

"Fellow, Zen Master Yingyin!" The Sixth Ancestor continued to shout, and his trembling voice showed that he was already in tears......

The old monk finally turned around - he, sure enough, it was Yan Fakui, a fellow villager from Xinzhou from the sixth ancestor Huineng, and a guest from Dongshan Temple!

Sixth Ancestor Huineng said earnestly: "Yingyin, I already knew it was you. For decades, I've been looking forward to seeing me as you are......"

Shadow covered her face with her hands and sobbed silently.

The Sixth Ancestor stretched out his hands of forgiveness and welcome to him.

Ying Yin wept bitterly, and said infinitely with self-reproach: "Sixth Ancestor, I, I, I...... I deserve death for my sins, I'm full of sins, I'm ......"

"Cough-" The Sixth Ancestor let out a loud shout and interrupted him: "Shadow Hide, there is nothing in the first place, where is the dust?!" ”

Ying Yin was stunned for a moment, and then, he was already dying, and his face suddenly radiated a dazzling brilliance - under the stimulation of the six ancestors, he suddenly became enlightened!

The radiance of enlightenment illuminated his life. He said like a dream: "Nan Wu Six Ancestor Master ......"

The Sixth Ancestor was relieved, smiled with satisfaction, and walked towards him step by step. Ying Yin hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Sixth Ancestor, Sixth Ancestor, don't come here, I've been infected with the plague......"

The Sixth Ancestor didn't seem to hear it, and still walked towards him with an affectionate smile.

Shadow Yin retreated step by step, and had already retreated to the fire where the cremated corpses were cremated! Suddenly, he turned around and jumped into the flames!

"Shadow Hide, Lao-Township-" The Sixth Ancestor let out a heart-rending cry.

In the midst of the rolling flames, the shadow sat on its knees, and a serene smile appeared on her face reddened by the firelight......

The Zen monks who witnessed all this knelt down and collectively recited the mantra of rebirth:

Nan no Amitabha ......

The Sixth Patriarch seemed to be unsteady on his feet due to excessive grief, and his body shook. Hui Zhan, who was always paying attention to the master, hurriedly handed him the Zen staff.

The Sixth Patriarch picked up the Zen staff and danced slowly......

As his staff danced, a breeze rose from under the blades of grass and slowly blew across the field...... He danced faster and faster.

And at this very moment, the dark clouds rolled and the wind was fierce......

A bolt of lightning shot out of the dark clouds—a thunderclap thundered on the ground—and a torrential rain fell from the sky......