Luo Xiang fell into the illusion of repeating the cycle again. He has experienced this kind of hallucination countless times in his life.

It's like a dream, but it's so real that it's palpable.

In front of him was an endless sea of fire, scorching hot, and the waves were mighty, devouring all beings.

The Buddhist scriptures say that in the vast world, love is like fire, and the abyss is as deep as the sea. Under the sea of fire, foolish sentient beings, life after generation. Thousands of people are trapped in the raging flames, love the sky and hate the sea, and because of love, greed and hatred, there will be a reincarnation.

In the hallucination, he himself was drowning in it, sinking and rising with the surging waves.

Underneath him, the crimson sea seemed to be soaked in blood, one by one reflecting the endless phantoms of the world, burned into ashes by the flames, vanished, and recurred.

In the midst of the fire, he heard a familiar voice:

"Brother Xiang, why don't you dare to look at me?"

Only then did he realize that he had his eyes closed.

"You are a Buddha and a human being, and if you are a human being, you will have desires. If there is a desire, it needs to be vented. ”

"Why don't you join me on a journey to bliss?"

Later, the soft and silky female voice was gradually dyed with sadness, and her voice was like a swan song, getting deeper and lower, like a swan song:

"Brother Xiang, you said that the Buddha crosses sentient beings, and I am also sentient beings, why can't you cross me?"

"Pray for the Buddha and cross my ......"

The voice became fainter and fainter, like a gust of wind dissipating, but like a reed in the wind, it took root. word by word, it seems to have planted Gu in his body. That Gu took root, wanting to break through the shackles of his mind.

As far as his eyes could see, it was white. The great wilderness of the universe is like the beginning of Hongmeng, the sea of fire is monstrous, and there is no Buddha country or the other side. In the chaos, it was as if there was a red lotus, born from the quagmire of the red tide.

Between heaven and earth, there is only the newborn lotus petal, a little cinnabar red, which is the only bright color under the eyes.

The red lotus petals were jumping.

For no reason, I want to grasp this unique piece of red and hold it tightly in my hand. So he leaned forward and stretched out his hand.

A great wave in the midst of the fire spitting a tongue of fire struck, and he sank, and fell in the mire, and fell again, and fell into the abyss.

Soft as a cloud, fragrant.

In a trance, he heard the same voice sneer coldly, and said with a coquettish smile:

"Brother Xiang, how does it taste like to have seven emotions and six desires?"

"Let go. I...... I don't want you to save me. ”

The sea of fire was blazing, the phantom was upside down, his consciousness was in chaos, and even his memory was completely confused, and Buddhism could not save him from his destruction.

He had a splitting headache and couldn't help himself, trying to stop, but he could only drift with the tide in the stormy seas.

All kinds of torture, swords and fires. Just in his trance, there seemed to be a gentle breeze blowing between his fingers, and the fragrance was blowing, and he unconsciously wanted to hold the gust of wind in his palm.

It was a pair of small hands that shook his wrist.

Soft and delicate, with a dark fragrance floating.

He subconsciously grabbed it, held the hands with his palms, and pressed them tightly. The slender fingertips paused slightly, and the soft fingertips stayed firmly in his palm. He passed through the fingers of those hands, his fingers clasped tightly, and sank deep into his robe.

Keep tightening your arms and tightening them again.

It seems that as long as they are so close to each other, they can be relieved, just like a long drought and a rainstorm.

In his ears, the delicate voice was a little hesitant, and came timidly:

"Y-You're a nightmare. Shall I chant for you? ”

His dull eyelids twitched.

The lights are bright, the figures are hazy, only the silhouette of the slender can be seen, the scriptures are spitted out, and the timbre is loud, like Yingluo knocking on ice:

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-contemplation, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering......

“…… The mind is free of obstacles, there are no obstacles, far from upside-down dreams, and ...... nirvana"

The sea of fire in the dream gradually disappeared, the heat dissipated, the body was pure, and the state of mind was peaceful. His mind gradually regained his clarity, and he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

……

When Luo Xiang woke up, the hallucinations and the figure chanting for him had already dispersed.

The Buddha hall was as cold as an ice cellar, silent, and the remnants of the candles that had been burned overnight turned into a pool of tears.

On the empty bookcase, the pages of a volume of "Lengyan" were turned by the wind, and the half-copied scriptures were scattered on the side.

He suppressed the sorrow in his heart, sat back in front of the case, and picked up the pen as usual.

The fingers were frostbitten, extremely stiff, and every time I put down the pen, it hurt hotly. He continued to copy the scriptures without distraction, but he was not slow to write.

Oh, there was a voice outside the door. The door of the temple opened with a bang.

"Senior brother, you're awake!" It is the voice of rejoicing in the origin.

Luo Xiang nodded slightly, his eyes did not move, and he kept writing.

"You slept for a day and a night, you must be hungry, I went to the stove to make porridge, taste it."

Hearing the familiar voice, Luo Xiang paused slightly in a precarious posture and raised his head.

She hadn't seen her for dozens of days, and she had lost a little weight.

Dressed in a rouge red dress, as warm as fireworks, the waist is full of strings of pearls, and there are a variety of flowers when you walk. If you look closely, the cuffs have been burned with a few small holes, and a pair of plain hands have a lot of soot.

Luo Xiang glanced at him, still moving his pen on the paper, and did not say a word.

Chaolu smiled and placed a bowl of steaming white porridge on his desk. Seeing that he was silent, he carefully pushed the porridge bowl to his side, urging:

"You can't eat what they sent, so I've made you a clean one."

When she came last night, she noticed his strange appearance, only to find that in his food, Luo Sumi sent someone to deliberately put aphrodisiac medicine.

He had been struggling to restrain himself, and he was confused. Fortunately, he did not eat much, and after she recited the scriptures a few times and fed him a large amount of water, he finally recovered.

Yuan Qi helped on the side:

"Yes, yes, senior brother, the female benefactor cooked it with her own hands, and it took a lot of effort." While he remembered the earth-shaking appearance of the stove room just now, he sighed that this female benefactor was not too bad. Last night, she didn't take advantage of anyone's danger, and saved the unconscious Buddha.

Luo Xiang remained silent and sat upright like a Buddha statue.

In his afterglow, although the girl's eyes were slightly blue and her face was pale, her eyes were earnest and nervous, and she was waiting for him to taste her porridge and refused to stop.

He finally reached out and held the slightly hot porcelain bowl. After taking a sip, his brow furrowed, but he quickly calmed down and slowly finished the whole bowl.

Chao Lu Su held her cheeks in her hands, her eyebrows and eyes were bent, and she watched him drink it all, and the joy on her face was about to come out.

After finishing the morning class, the originating party has not eaten yet, and he also takes care of himself and picks up the bowl. A mouthful of porridge went down, and his complexion changed suddenly, and he covered his mouth and ran out of the Buddha hall.

"Huh?" Chaolu looked at his hasty back and wondered, "The first time I made porridge, how did it taste?" Is it delicious? ”

Luo Xiang put down his pen and focused, did not raise his eyes, and said lightly:

"The flavor is quite ...... Good. ”

Hearing this, the corners of his eyes curled up, and his face looked smug as if he had received praise.

"Brother Xiang, I copied the scriptures for you last night, you can see if there are any mistakes or omissions." She took a stack of jute paper from her bosom and handed it to him.

Luo Xiang raised her eyes slightly, and her gaze fell on the stack of scriptures in her hand.

In late spring, the weather is hot and humid.

She came back in a hurry, sweating profusely, her long green hair casually draped down, and the exhaled breath brushed the broken hair on her forehead from time to time. His hands were on the table, and his red sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his entire white forearm.

Luo Xiang looked away, remained silent, and raised his hand to take the scriptures she handed over.

The paper as thin as a cicada's wings still has her residual warmth, and there is a beautiful dark fragrance, which comes to the nose.

The sweet fragrance volatilizes, spreads in the air, and entangles the heart.

It's like a ......

It's like in a dream......

Luo Xiang's fingers trembled, his breath stagnated, and he withdrew his hand like a hot hand.

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the scriptures slowly fell and scattered everywhere.

"Brother Xiang, your hand ...... Are you better? She asked hesitantly as she looked at his quivering fingers.

The person in the dream also called him Brother Xiang.

"No problem." He closed his eyes.

"It's all me, and it's you who caused you to do this." Chaolu twisted the shirt on his side and hung his head.

"The female donor doesn't have to blame herself, I am willing." Luo Xiang got up to avoid it, and the Buddha beads hanging on his wrist shook lightly, "Since I made an oath in front of the Buddha that day, I will protect you and send you out of the city." ”

Chaolu raised his head and asked:

"You would have thought that they would have found the letter? Why did you use a blank paper instead? ”

"Not bad. The soldiers are in danger. Fortunately, the letter has been sent, and the monks outside the city will be under my seat, and ten days after the feast of King Uzi, there will be bhikshus and nuns who will enter the royal court in the name of praying for the king's blessing. I have made arrangements for you to be among them and escape from the royal court. ”

Chao Lu frowned and asked:

"Isn't the letter blank? Didn't you send it out? ”

Yuan Qi leaned in front of the temple door and smiled proudly:

"That's my brother's trick. The mystery is in the medicine bottle I gave you. That medicine has a strange fragrance, you are wiping it in your hand, and the master will know it when you smell it, and you will definitely notice it. ”

Chaolu suddenly remembered that the old monk had burned his hands with a fire rod that day and begged her for medicine.

It turned out that the letter was hidden in the humble medicine bottle.

Luo Xiang in front of him leaned over slightly. Chaolu felt a warm gaze look at her, caged around her. I heard him say softly:

"I didn't tell you that day, because I was afraid that you would be implicated because of it."

Therefore, he laid out a blank sheet of paper, just to let Luo Sumi grasp the mistake, so that no one would pay attention to the small medicine bottle, but also give her a chance to confess and let her protect herself.

"In the letter, I have ordered the monks of the Western Regions to search for Luo Xiao's whereabouts. After you leave the royal court, I will send you to your third brother. ”

Hearing this, Chaolu raised his head and asked:

"What about you? ……”

"I still need to stay in the royal court." Luo Xiang's face was solemn, and his words were cold.

Chaolu looked at his long and lonely back, slightly stunned.

Do you know that this royal court is full of dangers, and everyone wants to share a piece of meat on you. Chao Lu said in her heart, it was she who temporarily suppressed Luo Sumi's various methods in the name of lust and seduction.

If she leaves, Luo Sumi will do everything to make the Buddha break the vows.

At that time, I am afraid that the suffering of the Buddha will be more than that.

Chaolu pursed her lips and raised her head and said:

"Why don't you go together? Brother Xiang ...... "She wanted to argue again, but he reprimanded her:

"When you get out of the city, you and I will have nothing to do with each other. Don't call my brother again. ”

This sentence was an understatement, which made Chaolu stunned heavily, and a thousand words were like a wall blocking his chest.

Luo Xiang in front of him, dressed in jade white as the snow of the mountains, standing under the full hall of Buddha statues, the golden light painting wall, even could not suppress the ice spirit jade bones of his body.

The dustless temperament of the Buddha is natural in him.

A few steps away, but it seems like the end of the world.

Chaolu took a step forward unwillingly, brushed his head aside, and said in a low voice:

"I don't. I will send you candles, cook for you, and copy scriptures for you...... Now that you have accepted my heart, why can't I call my brother again? ”

Luo Xiang was silent, leaned down with his back to her, and picked up the scriptures she had copied by hand last night from the ground one by one.

Then, in front of her, place a stack of scriptures on top of a burning candle.

"The female benefactor copied the wrong scriptures last night and messed up the order of the text, which is really a contempt for Buddhism and a blasphemy against the Buddha."

Chao Lu watched with amazement as the blood of the night was devoured by the flames one by one, and in an instant turned into scarlet ashes, which he threw into the brazier, and finally disappeared.

She stayed up all night last night, writing word by word, writing extremely hard. She has been right with the original text one by one, how can it be wrong?

In her previous life, the national teacher clearly pointed out the "Lengyan" she copied.

On the Halloween Festival, she hand-copied hundreds of prayer flags to celebrate Li Yao's birthday. When all the monks present saw it, they were full of praise.

How could it be wrong!

With a look of disbelief, Chaolu reluctantly picks up the unburned black ash crumbs from the brazier, trying to prove that he was right.

The flying sparks burned her white jade flawless hand, and when she raised her head in chaos, she saw Luo Xiang turn around, looked at her deeply, and then turned her back in the ashes flying in the sky.

His posture is too clear, and his eyes are too breathtaking, making people unable to take their eyes off.

But that gaze was too cold, and it was clearly no different from the previous life.

In her previous life, when she was facing each other day and night, she was frustrated countless times, and she had to say to him:

"Female donor, love burns her body, turn back as soon as possible."

Obviously, he is also a mortal in the flesh, but why is he colder than the jade carved Buddha statue?

Chaolu's eyes were astringent, he was angry, kicked over the copper basin, turned around and ran out of the Buddha hall.

The candle flame was panicked, unextinguished, flickering, and only a small cluster of glimmer remained. All it takes is a gust of wind to blow from anywhere, and it will suddenly turn into a wisp of green smoke.

The dark fragrance also fades away like ripples.

It's like an enduring hallucination.

Yuan Qi, who stood in a daze, was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, hurriedly straightened the copper basin tumbling on his side, and couldn't help but pick up one of the half-burned scriptures.

He flipped through the corner of the text, and at last scratched his head, and asked, puzzled:

"Senior brother, she, she doesn't seem to have copied it wrong?"

"She's right." After a long time, Luo Xiang, who was standing in the shadows, opened his mouth, "It's my fault." ”

Yuan Qi looked up at him, and saw that half of his side face reflected the blood-red candle flame, and the other half of Zhang was completely immersed in darkness, and he didn't see his face, but only heard his deep voice:

"It's me, I've committed the lust ring."