Shrouded in Qingxia, a bald old monk, holding a small copper bell in his left hand, shaped like a small bowl, with a button at the bottom, and a long wooden handle attached below, wearing a yellow sand robe, his eyes are like pure water, and there are two red lanterns hanging on the tail of the donkey behind him, slowly hovering over the house with the sound of hooves. As soon as he moved the bell, a copper stick collided with the long wooden stick and copper bowl and made a crisp sound, refreshing people's hearts.

The red lantern floated gently with a red note, and he recited the difficult Buddhist words in his mouth: "No body, no body, no mouth, no mouth, no intention to do it, no action without intention, no action without action, no slander or slander, no birth, no thought, no place, no way, no loneliness and no action....."

He clamped the bell in his hand and said: "The heart is not the heart, the thing is not the matter, the heart is higher than the matter, the heart is the heart, the thing is the thing, the heart and the thing are one, and the heart and the object are one." People are in the dust, not dust, dust is in the heart, turning into dust. (This is the words of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng's Enlightenment Zen, quoted.) The sky is already empty, people's hearts are immortal, and Buddhism is free. ”

A gust of wind ruffled his white beard, he shook his head, and muttered, "I don't understand, obscure." ”

"Things that are often linked to the will of heaven are all arrangements, and I still have a discussion with Old Man Churchill!"

He stretched his right hand back and slapped it on the ass, and the donkey screamed loudly and circled to fall. When she was distressed, the little girl let go of the small flame in her hand and shouted to the monk on the donkey in the sky: "Old monk, you are here!"

The voice was not loud, it just reached his ears, smiled and touched the white beard, and responded, "I'm going to find your grandfather." ”

The little girl ignored Li Shuishan, who was playing with her, and the small flame that she had just held in her hand, and ran to the front yard with small steps, Li Shuishan shook his head and sighed: "The child is still playful, childlike, and a little cute." ”

The green glow under the donkey's feet was like a tornado, slowly landing on the ground. The Qianshan Daoist below squinted at the two red lanterns, and sighed, Mr. Churchill had just picked up the pen and ink, put it down, and saw the old monk jump off the donkey and pin the chime to his waist. Seeing that the little donkey's legs were not as thick as bamboo poles, and his thin bones were as thin as firewood, but his hair was extremely clean and tidy, and without waiting for the old man's guidance, he took the initiative to run to a corner of the yard, and obediently lay on the ground with four hooves, looking at the three of them.

Qianshan Daoist and the old monk raised their hands together and bowed: "Respectful." ”

He raised his hand again and bowed to the old man, "Mr. Churchey, I am here again." ”

The old man smiled and said, "It's only been a few days, and you're here again." You are as fat as a pig, and the donkey is as thin as a grasshopper, and the ribs can be seen clearly. Do you often want to eat more for yourself, and eat less if the donkey is an animal?"

The old monk said casually, "How so?" My donkey is purebred and delicious, even if it is grass, rotten apples, and small insects hidden in the soil, I can find it and enjoy it. But these days, I suddenly don't want to eat, like something on my mind?"

Qianshan Daoren's eyes blinked, and he said: "I heard that the livestock are almost in estrus in spring, your donkey is unique, could it be that there is a little female donkey lacking a warm bed?"

"Ah!" the old monk's eyes were red, and he couldn't get angry, "I all know that Qianshan, the master of the ghost mansion, has a heroic and righteous spirit, suppressing ghosts, but it will also be like a little rotten drunk mistress talking sassy, where there is a donkey sleeping like a human, that is a demon." ”

"Isn't it? This donkey understands human language, and is making more wisdom, isn't it a mount!" said Qianshan Daoren, and glanced at Mr. Church.

The old man said: "A demon is a demon, and a man is a human, and there is a big difference between the two. Although a person can turn into a monster, it will not change at all, and a demon can wear human skin, and at most it can use some skills to escape the eyes of ordinary people, but its nature is still difficult to change. To be rude, just like a dog can't change its ability to eat, what it means by nature is also extremely difficult. ”

The old monk smiled but did not say a word, and when he saw that the old man had dropped an apple and rolled it to the donkey's hooves, he only glanced at him with his ears on his ears, and then his eyes were half-closed, as if he was sleepy, and the old man said, "It doesn't look like a physical disease." He blew and rolled up the donkey's hair, his eyes were stimulated, he raised his spirit, stomped his feet, and continued to lie down, resuming his movements as if he were thinking about something.

Both of them looked at Mr. Churchill, "Qianshan is right, it is like a human belonging, trapped in the word 'love', I am afraid that only the little female donkey can solve it." ”

The old monk's face was pale, and the Buddhist cultivators had to get rid of their lust, and even meat should not be contaminated at all, and sometimes they overcame the shackles of their own hearts, secretly drinking a sip or two of wine, full of ease. He really didn't understand the word 'love', and when he asked him, he would at most find a female donkey, and he didn't ask about it. And in the Nameless City, except for the Netherland, the Divine Mansion, and the Yang Mansion, the rest also went around, and did not find a female donkey.

After thinking about it, I accidentally rode it into it at that time, and I gave out an eye. I didn't expect that once I was trapped here, I couldn't go out, but fortunately, he was not the only old monk.

A childish laugh came, and the little girl ran over in a fat cotton jacket, making her whole body sweat and soaking the clothes inside, and he shook off his two little ponytails and threw herself into the arms of the old monk. The old monk hugged her with a smile, scratched her nose, and asked, "Is Xiao Xing'er happy to see the old monk's grandfather?"

The little girl replied, "Delighted." This time, Xiao Xing'er wanted the little bell of the old monk's grandfather. ”

"Oh?" he glanced at the chime pinned to his waist, touched its wooden pole, and said, "Yes, but you can't break it." ”

The old monk took the chime and gently put it on his hand, just now her eyesight was very good, and she saw how the old monk let him handle it, but his hand was not the size of a maple leaf, and it was extremely inappropriate to hold it in his hand, and he ran into the old man's arms.

At this time, Li Shuishan walked slowly and saw the three of them. Qianshan Taoist pointed to the old monk: "This person is a loose cultivator, is a person who cultivates Buddhism, we call him an old monk, has a righteous spirit, is generous, good at riding a donkey to wander around, is an interesting talent." ”

The old monk's face was stunned, and when he saw Li Shuishan smiling, he hugged his fists and bowed, and said, "Meet the old monk senior, junior Li Shuishan." ”

The old monk's eyes were fixed on Li Shuishan's body, refusing to move a little, and said, "You are a living person, and your cultivation is so weak, and you are ......."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened, "You are not a monk, you are a mortal body. But you have the smell of a thousand mountains on your body, and there are ....."

He stood up directly, pointing his finger at Li Shuishan and didn't know what to say, "You still have a relationship with my Buddha..... Wonderful!"

"If you don't cultivate, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't become a monk, as long as you devote yourself to the Buddha, the future must be limitless. But your fate with the Buddha is not shallow, and your fate with the Tao is even deeper, I don't know ...... Huh? Your left hand..... Can you lift it up and show me?"

Li Shuishan slowly raised his left hand, facing the old monk, he smiled miserably, and said tremblingly with his fingers at him: "Little boy, Hafu, you are the ......?"

He took a breath, "No, you're ....."

The old man said solemnly: "This matter, there is no need to delve into it, this time it is the old immortal in the temple who will guide us, I can continue to take you out of this place, but this chance is very slim, I originally only had a thirty percent chance, plus this one has fifty percent, as for whether you can go out depends on your luck and cultivation." ”

"After all, the axe in the seal is no joke, and when I saw the axe fall, my spirit was directly chopped up. The only thing I have an advantage in is my soul splitting technique, as the first person to split the soul, I have ten soul bodies, and I was also cut by the axe nine, and the only one was greatly injured and ran out with a trace of my consciousness.

I also discussed it with the red-robed Taoist through that consciousness, and this strategy was on this little friend. But everything is unpredictable, and there is still a great danger in following me. ”

Their eyes widened.

The donkey barked, and the little girl ran over, dropped the chime in her hand, hugged its neck, rode on it, and laughed and shouted, "Rack and drive......"

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