The dust trembled and brushed aside the red silk in front of her, sweat rolling down her eyelashes, and her eyes blurred unreal.

"Ah Ling?" he saw a red figure standing on a high branch, and above her head was the blue-purple night sky, and the blue-white moonlight sprinkled on the leaves around her, as if a light gauze was draped over them.

She didn't know how long she had been standing here, and she didn't know if she was bewitched by the supreme and beautiful moonlight, or if she was deliberately waiting here, waiting for the Buddha who had fallen to the mortal dust to reveal more of her appearance as a human being.

She waited. Weeping Ling was so surprised and delighted that she was almost about to cry, and there was only a wooden sign beside her, which she had hung up with her own hands.

The red silk is fluttering, the wooden sign is beaten on the young branches, and the three lines of small characters loom in the moonlight:

One wishes Lang Jun is a thousand years old, the second wishes that the concubine is always healthy, and the third wish is like Liang Shangyan, and the years are long.

The dust was in a trance for a moment, and his eyes fell on the face of the weeping bell, the face that had been extremely delicate, with a sad smile, and the look in his eyes was as hot as flames, burning the dust in shock.

He seemed to understand something at that moment, and he had been reluctant to understand, but he could no longer ignore it at this moment.

As soon as the strength of his hand was loosened, the fine dust fell like a white petal.

"Dust!" Weeping Ling saw him fall, but he didn't grab the branch next to him, but closed his eyes, his heart was shocked, and he jumped down the high branch with his toe strength.

She took advantage of her strength to fall, but she grabbed Mochen's sleeve, and with her other hand on the trunk of the tree, Mochen was suspended in the air, like a lonely goose that was about to die.

"Ah Ling, let it go. Let me fall to the ground, and you will be able to come down safely. ”

"I'm not going to let you get hurt in the slightest. Hanging Ling said with difficulty.

Weichen raised his eyes to look at her, smiled sadly, and shook his head, what he didn't say was that falling to the ground and being injured could make his heart feel better.

Weeping Ling is always a woman, and she can't hold it without a mote movement. If she was so deadlocked, she didn't even have the last strength, so she made up her mind, and at the moment she let go, she jumped down quickly, and fell to the ground with her waist in her arms.

Since she couldn't escape, she would rather be with him if she wanted to die or be injured.

Fortunately, the position where the two fell was not high, and they were not injured, but the shock of the sudden landing still made them dizzy.

"Dusty, are you alright?are you hurt?"

Mote shook his head with a white face. At this time, the dust is still half of the noble of the family, the sweat on his face, the white monk's robe is no longer spotless, and the shoulders are still covered with fallen leaves and flowers.

"I didn't expect you to come looking for me, Dust," Weeping Ling asked casually as she swept the leaves off his shoulder, "Are you worried about me?"

Weichen looked at the flush on her cheeks, a pair of eyes were both apprehensive and expectant, he stood up, gently brushed away the weeping bell and held his hand: "Amitabha, monks have compassion in their hearts, everything is in their hearts, and it is the destiny of heaven to cross sentient beings with their own bodies. ”

Chuiling watched him instantly change back to the appearance of the monk who had escaped from the world, the heat on his body faded in an instant, and she smiled slightly: "I know that all living beings are equal, no matter who you are, you can sacrifice your life to save each other, it is all out of the compassion of the monks, and there is no selfishness." Isn't that right?"

Weichen looked at her, and the helplessness and sadness in his smile stabbed his heart, but he had practiced for many years and had already learned to forbear and restrain himself: "Yes." ”

He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her: "Go back." ”

"Weichen!" Weeping Ling felt great joy and great sorrow in a moment, she originally thought that her wish had been fulfilled tonight, but at this time, she felt that so many years were all self-inflicted, and grief and anger surged into her heart, she said to Weichen: "'The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know'. ”

"I originally thought that such a poem full of sadness and helplessness would never be declared in my mouth. Dust, I like you, do you know?"

Weichen always had his back to her, but the slightly trembling voice was like a cold winter ice edge, stabbing at his spine one by one, and his originally majestic posture was also rickety.

"Ah Ling, I am a monk, and I have already cut off the relationship with the earth. All earthly attachments are like dreams, so why should you be?"

"The Bodhisattva wants to save the world and purify all sentient beings, but the world is full of mundane fate, and it is really difficult to save it. But I'm the one who is the most obsessed," Weeping Ling's eyes were dark, but she smiled fearlessly, she slowly stepped forward and hugged him from behind the dust: "If you are the Bodhisattva of the Earth, I would like to turn into a Manjusha Sawa who binds you in the Infernal Prison." Bodhisattva, would you like to cross me?"

Mote remained motionless, letting the person behind him hold him. He could clearly feel the weeping bell trembling, and he himself was like falling into hell, tormented by purgatory, both physically and mentally.

Is this a world where all the Buddhas in the sky are helpless? The body can't help it, the heart can't help itself, and the heart is demonic.

"Ah Ling. Dusty whispered her name, the compassion in her tone scared her, and she hugged Dusty tightly. She had a feeling that if she let him go now, she would lose him forever.

"In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate. Mote Dust's hand pressed lightly on the weeping bell's hand, slowly pulling her fingers away. His movements are as gentle as a flower, but with a power that cannot be ignored.

"The heart is all over the ten directions. See the Ten Directions. Such as looking at the leaves in the palm of your hand. All the things of the world. All are Bodhi Miaoming Yuan Mind. The heart is full of circles, including ten directions. On the other hand, the body born of the parents. A speck of dust blows in the void of the ten directions. If you live, you will die. Such as a huge ocean current. There is no way to rise or fall. ”

Weichen recited the "Great Buddha Peak Lengyan Sutra", this sutra has long been heard by Weichen - if we can reach the realm of enlightenment, all the void world is in our hearts. The flesh in the earthly world is but a speck of dust in the ten worlds. The pain and pleasure of the flesh, though real, are short-lived. The Buddha said that there is no beginning and reincarnation, there is no place to come from, and there is nowhere to go. Only by grasping the original heart of life can we live forever.

"Suffering from the five turbid evil worlds is the bodhisattva's path. Mote is not a bodhisattva, mote is just a speck of dust in the world. I have long since lost my love and hatred for this troubled time. The hand of the weeping bell finally let go, and she looked at the dust that was slowly leaving, only to feel that the world in front of her had been disillusioned, and tears blurred her vision.

Phantom Wu sighed deeply: "The five aggregates are broken, stay away from all confusion and upside down, only then can you see everything clearly, so as to let go completely." But whether to be attached to the mind or to the unintentional, isn't it reversed?"

Chang Jue saw her melancholy, and had the heart to tease her: "Why did Ah Wu start cultivating Buddhism?"

"It's just some superficial Buddhism, how can I say the word 'cultivation', I just sighed. The weeping bell is attached because of love, how can the dust not be persistent, and the happiness and pain in the snap of the fingers are not from the heart?"

Chang Jue picked up a wooden plaque beside him, it was still new, and he handed it to Phantom: "Do you want to make a wish?"

Wish?Phantom Wu looked at the wishing wooden card and was stunned, she had too many wishes, she wanted Master Chang'an, she wanted everyone she cared about to be healthy and happy, she wanted Luo Zhao to be reborn, and she wanted to block the suffering for Changjue......

There are too many obsessions and deep desires, which often make her tired. But if it weren't for these wills to support herself, would she be the person she is at this time?

Selfishness, obsession, and desire constitute a wish, and also shape a living life in the world. Writing down one's wishes, appealing to the immortals and Buddhas, so as to get solace, is essentially nothing more than seeing one's own desires that are not humane.

Knowing what you want most is the only way to move forward firmly in that direction.

"No, I don't. Phantom Wu thought about it, and still put away the wooden card, not because she didn't have a wish, but because she didn't want to pin on this small wooden card.

Weeping Ling cried for a while, but still followed Weichen back to the Temple of Mercy. Her self-esteem wanted to keep her away from the pure Buddha sect that she didn't like, but she eventually followed her heart.

She had nowhere to go, and even if she was in pain, she couldn't completely let go of this source of pain.

The dust returned to the Temple of Mercy in a daze, but what was waiting for him was not the quiet and uninhabited temple, but the suspicious and sighing face of the sand gate in the temple.

The abbot master sat on the futon, and when he saw that the dust had returned, his old face did not fluctuate at all, and he opened his eyes and looked at the dust without saying a word.

"The disciple knows his mistake. Mote prostrated himself on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" came the old abbot's deep voice, with a faint sigh.

"It's wrong, you shouldn't leave the temple overnight. ”

"Why did you leave the temple?"

"Disciple ......"

"It's me!" a crisp voice interrupted Weichen's words, "I forced Master Weichen to accompany me to enjoy the popularity, Master Weichen is just pitying me for being depressed, everything is my fault!"

Seeing such a battle in the temple from afar, Chuiling was shocked, and rushed over regardless of it. Most of the monks in the temple know that there is a woman in the temple, but in recent years, many people have gradually forgotten about her existence.

Some of the newcomers had never seen her before. It is conceivable that the sudden appearance of such a beautiful girl as Weeping Ling is bound to cause more or less ripples in the heart of Shamen, who has been painstakingly cultivating Buddhism for many years.

"Bitter, why is it that our Buddha Gate is pure, and it has become like a cage in your mouth?" a middle-aged Shamen suddenly jumped out, and a pair of ill-intentioned eyes wandered on the weeping bell and the dust.

"It's because my time of practicing Buddhism is still short, my mind is not strong, and I paint the ground as a prison, which has nothing to do with the Temple of Compassion. Weeping Ling glared at him, disdainful in his heart, but he still decided to bear with it.

"As long as we Buddhists have a Buddha in our hearts, it doesn't matter where we practice. I'm afraid that you don't have a Buddha in your heart, girl, just those feelings between men and women, right?" said to the weeping bell, but the eyes of the yin owl were always staring at the dust, like a vulture staring at the delicious flesh and blood.

Weeling Ling was irritated by the frivolity in his words: "You don't talk nonsense! It's because you're jealous of the dust that you tell the abbot, right?!"