Na Shamen's eyes darkened, and there was a cruel smile on his face: "Whistleblower, why do you need a little monk to tell you if you do such a dirty thing? It's not appropriate for the two of you to have a secret meeting in your room all night in the name of teaching, but now you are going directly out of the temple for a night tour, presumably because you are afraid of the Buddha's insight?"

"I'm innocent with Weichen, you pretend to be a monk, and your words and deeds are so filthy, don't you feel disgusting?!" Weeling herself is not afraid, but she will never allow anyone to insult Weichen. At a young age, Weichen has already sat in the position of conferring the karma of Ajali, and is deeply loved by the abbot, and there must be many people in the temple who are dissatisfied.

It was also her carelessness that made people take advantage of the loophole.

"You ......"

"Amitabha. The abbot chanted the Buddha's name, interrupting the dispute between the two of them, his eyes opened slightly, and he glanced at the middle-aged monk lightly: "Empty, the monks are pure and natural, don't talk about others in vain, and make an ostomy karma." ”

"Yes, Abbot. The empty Shamen glanced at the abbot timidly, and finally did not say any more, but the unwillingness in his eyes was even more obvious.

"Motes, do you have anything to say?" the abbot looked at Mote.

"The disciple is willing to be punished. Dusty closed his eyes lightly, and his tone was very relieved.

"Dust!" "Weeping Ling is in a hurry, isn't he admitting that he is wrong?!

"The disciple has been practicing Buddhism for more than ten years, and finally he has not understood the Dharma, and it is rare to find a great way. The disciple is willing to face the wall for ten years, repenting and thinking. After speaking, Weichen bowed his head to the abbot.

The abbot looked at the top of Weichen's head and sighed softly: "That's it, you have made this wish, and I can't stop you as a teacher." May you ...... Alas, that's it. ”

All the Shamen had never seen the abbot look so helpless, and they all kept silent. Only the dust bowed to the ground and bowed again, and left the main hall straight.

Ten years? In order to avoid himself, he chose to face the wall for ten years. Weeping Ling looked at the back of the dust, and for the first time felt that this person's heart was so resolute.

"Dust ......" weeping tears have been extinguished, looking at the figure that is fading away and shouting in a low voice.

The dust stagnated and never looked back.

The abbot ordered the others to disperse, and only the bell was still kneeling in the great hall.

"Ah Ling, get up. "The abbot has been in the Temple of Compassion all his life, and it can be said that he is a truly compassionate Acharya, and his words have a comforting power in them, and the weeping bell can no longer stop crying when he listens to it.

"Abbot...... I ......"

"Ah Ling, you can be regarded as the one I grew up watching, time is really fast, only when you are in it, can you feel the power of the years. The abbot seemed to fall into memory, and even his tone was a little melancholy, "I have practiced all my life, but in the end, I can't see through this sentient world, and my cultivation can only be like this." There is only a mote of dust, and I chose this name for him back then, hoping that he can be a speck of dust in the mortal dust, and he doesn't have to suffer from love and hate. But how could this vast world not be made of fine dust?"

"You and the dust are actually the purest and most true hearts in the world. Such a clean soul is easy to cultivate into a great avenue, and it is easy to become a demon in one step. You are his calamity, but how can he not be your calamity?"

The bell didn't say a word, but the crying gradually stopped.

"In the world of love, only 'love' is the most misleading. Mote is my favorite disciple, and I am ready to pass on all my life's learning to him, and I will initiate Mote before I pass away. These ten years are the ten years of cultivation of the dust, and it is also the ten years of your mind cultivation. But I don't know if I can wait?"

"Abbot ......" Weeping Ling looked up at the abbot, he was old, but he was always as proud as an ancient pine. But at this time, he was just a kind old man, and his sorrow made Weeling feel sad.

"I see. She didn't know what she understood, but she knew that she wanted to fulfill the old man. If anyone in this world is truly a mote of dust, it is none other than this old man.

Who is not suffering? It is not impossible to escape the fetters of the world when he escapes into the empty door, but the Shamen who keeps saying that his heart is free will be jealous, and the Buddha who is thinking about the path of suffering and extinction will also be sad.

Love parting, resentment will, can't beg.

The Bodhisattva is the most helpless, "if all sentient beings do not become Buddhas, they will not end up in the mud." All sentient beings are hindered by deep fate, but the Bodhisattva is broken but cannot save a person.

Weeping Bell suddenly wanted to laugh, so she really laughed. She cut a branch of the locust tree and brought it into the Spiritual Pagoda, and then never took half a step out of the tower.

Phantom Wu and Changjue have become two completely independent beings in this world, and this feeling is very inexplicable, as if only the two of them can rely on each other in heaven and earth.

Phantom Wu knew very well that if it weren't for this situation, she wouldn't be so calmly next to Changjue. Eventually, they will go out and leave this life that belongs to someone else. She was suddenly a little reluctant, and when she left here, those people and things that were worried about her heart would come to her in a chaotic manner.

"It turns out that the locust tree in the Spiritual Pagoda was actually planted by weeping bells. Chang Jue sighed.

"This is cause and effect, I don't know what kind of fruit this tree will usher in when it grows?"

At this time, it was the ninth year of the dust wall, and in another year, he would have completed his merits.

The abbot had been ill for many years, and he knew that he would eventually be sad about life and death, but he was still glad that he had survived until now, and after the initiation of the mote of dust, he would have no regrets.

"Master!Master!" a rapid cry broke the silence of the night.

The abbot struggled to sit up: "What's wrong?"

"Dead!" Yishamen knelt in front of the abbot, his face frightened, "Senior Brother Emptiness, he, he fell to his death from the Spirit Feeling Tower!"

The abbot's eyes darkened, and he grabbed the man's arm: "Take me quickly!"

Several Shamen escorted the abbot to the front of the Spiritual Pagoda, where there were already many people around, most of them panicked, except for one who fell on the ground and wept bitterly.

The abbot looked at the emptiness lying on the ground, which was a disciple he had been admitted to the door very early, he was kind and soft-natured, so he was very liked by the people of the Temple of Mercy. At this moment, his body was lying in a large area of dazzling blood, his mouth and nose were also covered with blood, his hands were on his ears, and his legs were bent and twisted into a particularly strange posture, like a person stepping on stones in a mountain stream and running high.

But the man was dead.

The abbot looked at the man who was weeping bitterly and asked, "Empty purity, what the hell is going on?"

Phantom Wu remembered that this person was the same Shamen who stood up to accuse Dust and Weeping Bell of misbehaving. At this time, the emptiness was also much older, the cheeks were thin, the cheekbones were high, the lips were short beards, and only a pair of eyes were always gloomy.

"Master, Senior Brother, he died unjustly!" Kong Jing wailed and threw himself at the feet of the abbot, his thin face was full of tears, "It's all that demon girl, it must be her pushing the empty senior brother and causing the senior brother to fall to his death!"

As soon as these words came out, the Shamen present were either shocked or angry, especially the few people who were dissatisfied with the dust all the year round, led by Kongjing, who were already clamoring to rush into the Feeling Spirit Pagoda to arrest people.

The abbot thought for a while, and then realized that the demon girl who came to empty his mouth was talking about the weeping bell. He looked up at the towering Spiritual Tower, which shimmered softly in countless candles, and the tower was always lit up at any given time.

The abbot calmed his mind a little and asked, "You said that this was done by the weeping bell, how can you see it?"

"In the vicinity of the Spiritual Pagoda, the people in the temple have rarely set foot here, only the demon girl of Weeping Ling has lived here for a long time, not to mention the appearance of Senior Brother Emptiness, it is like falling to death at a glance!

As soon as these words came out, there were already several sand gates holding long sticks, as if they were just waiting for the abbot to give an order, they would break through the wooden door of the Lingling Pagoda. After all, the tragic death of the same senior brother is enough to arouse a certain bloodiness in the hearts of these people who eat fasting and chant Buddha on weekdays.

But before the abbot could speak, a beautiful female voice came: "Ridiculous." ”

Everyone turned around and saw a woman standing under the originally empty Spiritual Pagoda. Her beautiful face was shining brightly under the light of the lamps and candles, her eyes were comparable to the brightest stars, and her red lips were like the best begonias blooming in spring.

The red clothes were like blood, fluttering and charming, and the man was the weeping bell. Time has never left a trace on her face, only carved her more delicately and picturesquely. The world will grow old, and only a spirit like her will not grow old and die, and will always be the same.

Those Buddha's teachings of "the emptiness of all laws" seem to be unconfirmed in her. Those Buddhist disciples who were originally angry, frightened, or hesitant were all stunned the moment they saw her, and they didn't know how to react for a while.

After all, the vast majority of mortals can't help but sway their hearts when they see this stunning beauty, and even those who have practiced Buddhism can't help but think to themselves, such a soft woman can't do such an evil thing as killing people.

She smiled beautifully, but the contempt in her eyes was undisguised.

Kong Jing came back to his senses, pointed at her and shouted: "Demon girl, don't you hurry up and prostrate on the spot, my Buddha's mercy may be able to spare your life!"

Weeping Ling looked at her steadily, and her red lips suddenly burst into a smile: "The slave has a question, if no one solves the puzzle, it is really difficult to feel at ease, why don't this master explain a thing or two to the slave?"

"What, what?" Kujing swallowed his saliva and took her words. At this time, he felt that the years had added traces to her, and there was no doubt that the childishness of the bell at this time had been taken off and she had completely become a charming woman.

She was standing so far away, but the scent of her body seemed to drift around them in the wind.

Weeping Ling slowly walked out of the small shadow under the Spiritual Pagoda and walked towards Kongjing, her smile still had a hint of her daughter's shyness, as if she didn't know the person in front of her at all: "The master just said that few people come here, and there is no one else except me, so why does this dead master of emptiness appear here late at night?"

Her voice was like a warbler's cry, and when a few shallow little novices heard it, they couldn't help but think about how beautiful her singing voice should be.

"Well, how do I know this? Maybe Senior Brother Emptiness just can't sleep, and he can't know when he walks here......" Empty Pure said hesitantly, obviously he had never thought about such a question.