In the Huaguang Hall, a majestic and tall Buddha statue sits on a golden lotus throne, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, looking at all beings with a slight imperceptible smile. On both sides of the Buddha stand two Dharma Protector Bodhisattvas, both of whom have round threaded black hair, golden robes, holding Buddha beads in their hands, and stepping on auspicious clouds.

In front of the Buddha statue, the incense smoke is swirling, the shrine is paved with bright yellow brocade forging with dark patterns, the edge of the surrounding is hung with thin tassels, and in the middle of a bronze incense burner is inserted in a column of incense that has just been lit not long ago, and the three incense sticks stand straight in the furnace, without tilting for half a minute. On each side of the incense burner were three plates of fresh fruits, golden vegetarian cakes with sesame seeds, peaches with half red tips, and jujubes with yellow in the turquoise. On the side of Zhaiguo are two pairs of together, one by one with distinct textures.

On the slightly yellowed round futon under the god platform, the leader of the monk wearing a red robe is like a Buddha statue, and the monk is closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures, the dark sandalwood Buddha beads are turning in his hands, the wooden fish is knocking one by one, and the sound of the small monk chanting is at the bottom.

The morning recitation of the monks is from the time of Mao Zheng to the end of the morning at three o'clock, and the quarter of an hour after the morning recitation is the time for breakfast.

Halfway through the morning recitation, the door of the main hall was suddenly opened, and the warm yellow glow came in, sprinkling on the brown and yellow wooden floor of the hall, and suddenly everyone was bathed in warm sunlight.

A young man in white came from the light, this fairy-like young man was really handsome. You see that he is only twelve or thirteen years old, his skin is so fair and smooth that women are jealous, his eyebrows are slightly frowned, and his eyes are full of sorrow, which makes people feel pity for no reason, and the green silk and white hairband that have not been curled up flutter slightly in the wind, looking handsome and elegant.

"Master. ”

The young man walked up to the leading monk, took out a white jade gold altar from his long sleeves, gently placed it on one side, and bowed deeply.

The monk opened his eyes and said to the young man kneeling on the ground: "Yebai, get up quickly." ”

"Master Xie. ”

After the young man got up, his eyes stayed on the white jade jar, his expression was cold and sad.

I saw a touch of green in the altar, and it was a water lily floating on the water. The lotus leaves are oval-shaped, emerald like jade, and are dotted with bright water droplets. It was this water lily that had not changed for several years that made the young man sad and worried.

Everyone sighed in their hearts when they saw this scene, it has been five years. The young man in front of him is no longer the seriously injured child he was back then.

Five years ago, when Master Daowu picked up the unconscious Yebai in the depths of the Spirit Mountain, he held a lotus seed with a flash of light in his palm.

At that time, Master Daowu was very surprised, why the mortal body of this white-clothed child was surrounded by powerful spiritual power in his hand, and he couldn't let people get close, and even Daowu wanted to help him put away the white lotus, but he was shocked several meters away.

"Why ......"

Daogo looked at the child, about seven years old, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the white lotus were slightly pale. When he wanted to re-examine the people and things in front of him, he saw that the boy's fingers moved slightly, and the powerful aura turned into stars and slowly disappeared in front of him.

When the aura disappeared, the boy woke up, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes looked ahead in confusion, as if he had seen this life from his previous life, so long.

Michigo slowly approached the boy, trying to see the white lotus.

The boy's gaze followed his left hand, his fingertips slightly tired.

"Bad ......"

He raised his hand and pinched a mantra, but Bai Lian didn't react and continued to turn yellow.

"How so...... How could this be......" The boy said with a panicked expression written on his face.

"You ......" Michigo looked at the boy's posture just now, as if he was about to cast a spell.

But why can't it be used, is it lost?

"Save her, please!"

When the boy said this, there was a pain on his face that did not match his age, and it shocked Daowu's heart, what had happened to make this seven-year-old child have such an expression.

He stepped forward, smoothed the little deep frown, and nodded at him, "Don't worry, I'm here." ”

After speaking, the palm was placed on top of the white lotus, and a steady stream of mana surrounded the white lotus. Although his mana is not the same as the spiritual power that protected it before, fortunately, the lotus is a psychic thing, and as long as it is a pure heart and elegant qi, it can be absorbed.

After a while, the yellow lotus seeds became clear and white.

"Little donor, this white lotus is about to break through the first layer of purification. ”

"You mean, she can live?" the boy asked, looking up at him in surprise.

"As far as things are concerned, it is reborn, and as for the rest, it depends on the future creation. When Venerable Daowu said this, he said it in an unpredictable voice, as if he had realized something.

"Thank you, Master. The boy dragged his heavy body and bowed deeply to him.

"The little donor has a lot of wisdom, would you like to worship under my Buddha?" asked Master Daowu, stroking his gray beard with his right hand.

The boy looked up at the master's head, then sideways at the wisp of green silk on his shoulder, and did not speak.

"But don't want to?" said Michigo softly.

"It's not. The boy stopped talking.

"Is there a better place to go?"

The boy shook his head.

"Then ......" Michigo was a little puzzled.

"Can I practice with my hair on?" the boy asked after thinking for a long time and raising his eyes.

He remembered that some people loved his long inky hair.

At that time, although he was a little cold, he was not sad.

Sometimes, it is often the person who survives who suffers more, he has to bear the pain of losing a loved one, and he has memories that cannot be forgotten.

When he flew out of the Nine Heavens, he thought he would be in ashes.

Fortunately, he still retains the memories of his previous life, and fortunately he kept her, although he can only exist as a lotus seed for the time being.

No matter how many vicissitudes she has to go through, or how many calamities she has to go through, he will accompany her. Never give up.

In the world, Pudu sentient beings, the most immortal place is Buddhism.

Immortal Dharma Buddha fate can be met but cannot be sought, and he has lost his mana, so he chooses to live here, hoping to awaken her spiritual power one day and be reborn.

After the monks finished meditating and chanting, they got up and went to the dining room to eat, while Yebai still needed to continue chanting for an hour.

Because every day he gets up on time at the end of the day, goes to Lingshan ten miles away, and before the sun rises, collects the dew from the mountain in a net bottle, and comes back to water his white lotus.

For seven years, rain or shine, thunder could not move. Sometimes on days of strong winds, rain or heavy snow, the senior brothers advised him: "Little brother at night, just use the well water in the temple." Each time, he would say, "Master said that bathing it with the nectar of the spiritual mountain can promote the attraction of spiritual power." ”

Over time, the senior brothers also knew his temper and knew that what he believed would never change easily, so they no longer persuaded each other.

The bell of Huaguang Temple rang punctually at the end of the hour, and the thick bell rang through the white walls of Daiwa, resounding throughout the mountain, and then stretching to the foot of the mountain.

And on the futon in the main hall, the Xuanhuang Bodhi Buddha beads in the young man's hand rotated one by one with the sound of chanting, and the red gold-inlaid silk tassels also swam around the long cedar in his white clothes, and the sandalwood burning in front of the Buddha lotus sat over in bursts, refreshing and pleasant.

Buddha, may you spend her life to achieve positive results, bless her in this life, joy and health!

After kneeling on the group seat and meditating in his heart, Yebai lay his head on the ground and put his hands forward, bowing and praying for a long time.

When the two monks who walked by outside the door saw it, they couldn't bear it.

"It's been really hard for the little brother these years. The older monk looked at the white in the hall and shook his head.

"Yes, after the master gave him this white jade gold altar to raise this water lily, he never left his body. ”

"Well, the master said that the little junior brother was going through calamities back then, and his obsession was too deep, and he needed to be crossed. ”

While the two were talking, Yebai finished his morning recitation and walked to the door of the main hall.

"Senior brother. Yebai held the golden altar in his left hand, bent down slightly and raised his hands to salute.

"Senior brother, you are really good to this lotus. ”

"Not enough. After Yebai finished speaking, he looked at the green with a solemn expression, a little distracted.

"Senior brother...... Are you okay. The older monk asked with some concern.

"It's fine. Yebai came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and smiled slightly, so that they could be reassured.

He has always been so sensible, always thinking about others, for fear of bringing a little trouble to others.

"Then go back to your room for dinner, Master has ordered someone to bring breakfast to your room. The little monk patted him lightly on the shoulder and said.

"Good. ”

For the master or the senior brother, he never said thank you, he can just keep some feelings in his heart, but it seems unfamiliar and polite to say it, besides, many things, just a word of thanks, is far from enough. On the contrary, a word of thanks can dilute a lot of affection, and he feels that a polite thank you should belong to a stranger.

Back in the room, he placed the white jade gold altar on the dark brown ancient wooden table next to the soft collapse, and had no intention of eating or drinking.

O Buddha, when will you be able to transform her and regenerate her?

Fingertips caressing the green in the water, chanting in his heart.

Senior brothers only know that I am good to you now, who would have thought that in that life, I would actually watch you being persecuted in front of my eyes, and let your spiritual power be lost in front of my eyes, and your soul will be scattered!

Thinking of this, Ye Bai's eyebrows were as cold as frost, and he picked up a jade flute from the side of the desk, stood in front of the window, and blew it.

The window was open, the sky was full of full moon, and the cold light sprinkled in the courtyard and shone among the trees, but it could not shine into the hearts of the people in front of the window. His heart was wrapped in remorse, pain, and helplessness, and for several years, it did not diminish in the slightest.

The sound of the flute can always betray a person's emotions, whether it is joy or sorrow, with that wisp of breath at a glance, and the white-clothed young man in front of him is finally impregnated by the past, and a clear teardrop falls down his cheek and quietly drips on the jade flute.

Finally, the past is like a mountain of mountains and seas, and it is soul-stirring.