Early the next morning, a few white clouds wandered in the sky.

The morning bell in the Lotus Temple woke up the beginning of the day.

In the past, the morning class was presided over by the senior brother Guanyun Dai, but today, after Master Wu'an finished freshening up early in the morning, he waited in the glazed pagoda hall.

The fragrance is lingering, and the front and back of the main hall are full of clear Sanskrit singing.

Master Wu'an sat on the futon under the Buddha statue with his eyes closed, and gently twisted the string of Buddha beads in his hands.

Luo Bei had never seen the master look so solemn.

The disciples all slowly came to the front of the main hall, carefully sat on a futon in front of the master, holding their breath, for fear of disturbing the master who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

"Guanyun, do you want to see if everyone has arrived?"

Guanyun, who was sitting next to the master, counted all the monks present, folded his hands, and replied, "Master, except for the little junior brother, the rest have arrived!"

Master Wu'an opened his eyes, looked at every face as if he were a relative, and then said, "That's it, killing...... Just let him go......"

After speaking, the master straightened the monk's robe, which was a rare time when he was dressed solemnly, and the robe with a red background and gold wire trim had not been put on for a long time.

"Today's teacher is not going to teach you the Buddhist scriptures, but I want to tell you a story......

The disciples sat solemnly opposite him, looking intently at the old and kind master, and they all fell into silence.

"You all know that you didn't become a monk until you were twelve years old, but no one knows what you did before the age of twelve, what kind of experience you had, why did you suddenly become a monk?"

"At that time, the teacher was still a young man, and then his father was not smooth as an official, and he was repeatedly degraded, and finally died of depression, and then the family fell into the middle of the road, fell apart, and became a beggar for three years, begging on the roadside every day, facing many faces, it can be said that he has tasted all kinds of human nature......"

Everyone only knew that Master was a monk at the age of twelve, but Master Wu'an never talked about him before he was twelve, let alone asked, and they were also curious, but whenever they talked about it, Master always laughed and did not answer.

"It was the hardest winter, the wind was very cold in the street, there was nothing to eat, I hid alone on the side of the road, shivering, waiting for a certain moment in my life, who knew that at this time, an old woman came to the line, holding two stiff steamed buns in her hands, she saw that I was pitiful, so she stretched out her trembling hand and handed me a ......"

Speaking of this, Master Wu'an clasped his hands together, and his expression was compassionate, as if he recalled the past.

When the youngest old seventeen heard this, he saw that the master suddenly stopped, so he asked, "Master, have you eaten that steamed bun?"

Lao Seventeen's voice is not very loud, but the voice is crisp, which makes everyone listen to it very really.

Master Wu'an nodded with a smile, and continued: "While I was holding the steamed bun in my hand, I had other plans in my heart, and I also planned to bring the other one in the old woman's hand to wrap my belly together!"

Old Seventeen blinked his bright eyes and looked at the master innocently, thinking that this should probably be an idea that ordinary people would have.

"You may think that this is the idea that most people should have, or that two steamed buns are a trivial matter, but in fact, in that poor place, two steamed buns may save the life of a family, and as far as I know, the old woman has young children at home waiting for her to bring back food...... But she put the steamed bun in the face of the broken bowl in my trembling hand that was slowly stretched out......"

Hearing this, everyone was silent, probably imagining the fate of the old woman's family later.

"That night, I met an old monk, who told me that the broken bowl I stretched out was actually a knife, and in addition to being my own begging utensils, it would also become a sharp weapon to hurt the lives of others......

"So, later I followed the old woman to her house, secretly returned the two steamed buns, and then followed the old monk for dozens of miles, during which not a drop of water or a grain of rice was entered, until finally it fell, everything seemed to be empty, no matter evil thoughts or compassion, at that time there was nothing......

"However, when I woke up, I was already in this monastery, and that old monk is also your ancestor, and since then I have escaped into the empty gate and followed my teacher into Zen for sixty years!"

"To this day, I still think of the broken bowl in my hand at that time, and the old woman with good thoughts......"

Master Wu'an's eyes were still compassionate, and after recalling the vicissitudes of sixty years, he slowly folded his hands and calmly faced all his disciples.

"I hope that since you leave the Lotus Temple today and leave as a teacher, you can still have compassion while picking up the broken bowl, that you are satisfied with the teacher, and there are no regrets......

After listening to the master's personal experience, all the disciples folded their hands and bowed silently.

Master Wu'an stood up with a smile and bowed down to his disciples to say goodbye, then turned around and walked up the stairs at the back of the main hall.

The disciples looked at the back of the master leaving, and their hearts were not happy, and the youngest brother, Lao Seventeen, cried out loud.

Guanyun knew that Master's intention to let them leave had been decided, and naturally there was no room for change, so he said to all the juniors: "Master told him about his experience before becoming one, which is both dependent and perishing, remember his old man's words, all living beings in the world, the Buddha and the Tao will always remain, and compassion will last forever......"

After speaking, when Guanyun turned around, the master was no longer visible, and there was a faint mist in his eyes.

He smiled slightly, and gradually left the Lotus Temple with his junior disciples, which was not only the place where they had lived, but also the place where they had rebuilt their hope for life.

But leaving does not mean the end, they have to take the Master's grand wish to go to the world, there is the Zen holy land of Infinite Valley, which every monk yearns for, and there are also all sentient beings.

He naturally knew the reason why the master asked them to leave, and he also guessed that the identity of Yun Niang's group was extraordinary, as well as the war that gradually spread all over the place, and the reason why they were allowed to leave as soon as possible was to reserve for them a right and opportunity to leave shelter and choose between broken bowl and mercy......

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Master Wu'an sent all the disciples away, but not all of them, because there was one who didn't know where he had gone.

Of course, it was his favorite little apprentice to kill, he wanted to hand over the killing to the eldest disciple Guanyun, but he didn't expect to find his figure for a while.

So, the master called Luo Bei to his side.

"Master, if there is anything you can say......" Luo Bei probably guessed what the master was thinking, so he spoke.

The master looked at the panoramic view of the temple under the glazed pagoda, looked at the disciples who were gradually leaving, and said: "I am used to having this group of children by my side, and suddenly say goodbye, old monk...... It's also very reluctant!"

After speaking, the master turned around and looked at Luobei.

"Luobei, the old monk really has something he wants to ask you to ......"

"Today, all the disciples are scattered, the old monk has no worries, only killing makes me the most worried, although his understanding is not bad, but after all, he is young, so ...... I want to leave him in your care, would you like to?" the master's eyes burned, waiting for Luo Bei's answer.

Luo Bei smiled lightly and nodded, he naturally would not refuse, because he was already very speculative with killing, and one day the little monk might make some jokes when he saw Dabai.

After agreeing, Luo Bei couldn't help but ask again: "Master, do you think there is any danger that even you can't resist?"

Master Wu'an's face became a little solemn, and he thought for a long time before he said: "How can many things in this world be explained in a few words, danger is naturally inevitable, as for whether it can be resisted, who knows?"

"It's just that you're still young, and there's still a long way to go......"

Master Wu'an's gaze fell on Luo Bei's eyes, and for some reason there was a feeling of kindness and heat, which made Luo Bei's heart rise with a burst of warmth.

"Whether you believe it or not, you meet with killing, this is his chance, and it must be your chance, maybe ...... It's the fate of the whole world, and I don't know!"

Luo Bei looked at the master in a daze, not knowing what he meant by his profound words, the fate of the whole world?

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At dusk, in addition to Master Wu'an and Luobei, there were only Yun Niang and the young man in the temple, as well as four black-clothed guards, and naturally there was no dumbness that could not leave the glazed tower.

It is really strange that they have searched everywhere and have not been able to find a killing being, and they have almost searched the entire temple to the bottom, but they can't find any killing beings.

It was a place that no one could even have imagined by the Master of the Shoreless.

When the setting sun shone in from outside the main hall, a long ray of light shone on the side corner of the Buddha statue.

And at this time, I don't know if it was illuminated by the sun's rays or for some other reason, a small bald head actually slowly stretched out, blinked and still a little hazy sleepy eyes, everyone searched all the places and didn't find the killing himself.

As soon as he moved, something suddenly rolled down from behind the Buddha statue, and when it fell to the ground, everyone saw that it was a small wine jar.

Master Wu'an let out a long sigh, he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Anyone can see at a glance that the killing was because he was drunk and sleeping behind the Buddha, and he didn't wake up until this moment.

I don't know when, Kill Sheng hid behind the Buddha statue alone, but he brought back from the Half Moon Tower and drank the remaining half of the jar of wine at one time, and then fell asleep behind the Buddha shrine.

Not only did the master say goodbye to the senior brothers without waking him up, but even the search for everyone in the back did not wake him up.

The sun shone on his hazy sleepy eyes, and the blinding light made him blink vigorously.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he almost fell directly from behind the shrine in fright, because several pairs of eyes were staring at him with strange and inexplicable gazes.

"How...... What's wrong?" asked Killing, finally sitting up straight.

Master Wu'an's face was a little gloomy and he shouted: "Killing, drunken dreams and death can be said to be you!"

Killing Sheng rubbed his eyes and said innocently: "Master, didn't you say that wine and meat piercing the intestines is a test of Buddha nature? I also want to test myself more......

He looked around and asked a little strangely, "Hey, why aren't the senior brothers here?"

Master Wu'an was quite embarrassed by what he said, and he didn't know if he regretted saying those words in front of his disciples, but when he heard him ask about the other disciples, he couldn't help but look at Luo Bei a little silently.

Luo Bei knew that the master couldn't bear to tell the truth to the killing life, so he stepped forward and said: "The master asked your senior brothers to go down the mountain to make a fortune, and we are about to leave, and it took a long time to find you, and it was a little delayed......

Killing immediately became happy, jumped down from the Buddha shrine, and said, "Are you really going down the mountain again? Master, are you going down the mountain too?"

Master Wu'an squatted down to help him tidy up his messy clothes, and said, "You follow Luobei down the mountain with them, and Master will stay in the temple and wait for you to come back!"

However, at this moment, a black-clothed guard suddenly exclaimed, "Master, we may not be able to leave."

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