The master and apprentice were drunk and quarreled with each other, Luo Bei could only watch from the side, but he could also see that although the master and apprentice were quarreling with each other on the surface, in fact, Master Wu'an was concerned about the safety of the killing, and the killing was also unwilling to leave the master for a moment.

In the middle of the night, Master Wu'an was not too drunk, but the little monk was already drunk and unconscious, so only Luo Bei carried him back to the room.

After putting the killing on the bed in the meditation room, Luo Bei found that the little monk had already slept soundly.

He could only shake his head and smile bitterly, what else could he say, but thinking of the master and apprentice, he couldn't help but be a little envious, after all, now he wanted to find someone who could quarrel without being estranged from each other.

Looking at himself alone, Luo Beibian turned his head to look at the moonlight outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

Kill and sleep very soundly, but Luobei can't sleep, so he decided to go outside and take a walk, the night of the Lotus Temple is very quiet, the bottom quarter moon of the sky hangs in the galaxy, forming a real picture of the stars and the moon, so that Luobei is also a little stupid.

Master Wu'an didn't know when he appeared beside him, his steps seemed to be very light, so light that Luo Bei didn't even notice it at all.

"Can't sleep, can you?" said the master, shaking his wide robe.

Luo Bei saw that he was a master of Wu'an, and he was not surprised, so he nodded honestly.

"Do you think our pair of master and apprentice is ridiculous?" the master asked suddenly.

Luo Bei didn't know how to answer, after all, in the impression of ordinary people, monks drinking wine and eating meat were all deviant things, but Luo Bei had a vague feeling that monks like Master Wu'an were much higher than the monks he had usually seen, whether it was cultivation or Buddhism.

He couldn't tell, but he just felt like that.

"I have been a monk in this Lotus Temple since I was 12 years old, and now it has been 60 years, and at the beginning, every time I looked at the desolate silver moon in the night when no one was around, I felt that everything around me was also so desolate......

"So...... Life always has to endure some loneliness, not seeing relatives is lonely, unsatisfying appetite is lonely, talent and understanding are not enough to display is lonely...... Or it will turn into a different kind of power, or it will sink in loneliness...... This is true in this world, both monks and laymen."

At this moment, every word Master Wu'an said looked completely different from the person just now, but in Luo Bei's eyes, there was no sense of abruptness.

"Is there anything that makes you feel lonely?" Master Wu'an changed his words and asked Luo Beilai.

Luo Bei lowered his head, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt that there was a breath in his chest that was extremely suffocating, and he couldn't get rid of it, and in an instant, the tears in his eyes couldn't hold back anymore.

Seeing that Luo Bei's body trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a stream of air flowing in his body under the moonlight, Master Wu'an couldn't help but be a little surprised, he frowned slightly, and before he could speak, he flicked his sleeves and rolled up a gust of wind towards Luo Bei.

Luo Bei closed his eyes where did he have time to dodge, the wind swept his face, and the most unbelievable thing for him was that the master who was still warm and concerned would suddenly attack him, which was difficult for him to understand.

Luo Bei stepped back, but Master Wu'an's strength also seemed to be resisted in some way, and his figure did not stop, but followed him like a ghost.

A big hand pinched Luo Bei's wrist, so that Luo Bei couldn't break free.

A stream of heat seeped in from his wrist, and in an instant, it had already traveled all over his body, and the feeling of suffocation in Luo Bei's chest disappeared.

The master put down Luo Bei's arm and asked with some puzzlement, "What serious internal injuries have you suffered?"

Luo Bei shook his head, there are some things he doesn't even remember at all, and even if he knows some things, where can he say it in one sentence or two.

At this time, he knew that the master had no malicious intent, but had discovered something in that moment just now.

"What's wrong, Master?" asked Luo Bei.

Master Wu'an shook his head and said, "I can't say it, but at that moment, it seems that there is an extremely powerful aura hidden in your body, this aura is too powerful, it shouldn't be something you can control at your age......"

"I didn't mean to hurt you with that flick of my sleeves, I just wanted to test the hidden breath in your body, but I didn't expect it to disappear after that moment, and there was no trace of ......"

"However, I see that your pulse is stable and seems to be like a wave of rivers and seas, and your true qi is endless, this is really strange, I don't know what adventures there are?"

Luo Bei nodded, in fact, he was not sure, on the last night of Wanfu, in order to save Zhuo Xiaocian and Wan Ruhai, he made a deal of exchanging blood for his life.

He struggled as hard as he could, but what had happened in the dark hut was so illusory that he might have thought it was a dream if it hadn't left behind what looked like a snake.

He told Master Wu'an in detail what happened that night, and hoped that the master could solve his doubts, but remembering the instructions of the nameless old man on Qixia Mountain, he had to omit the wordless book and replace it with a strange fantasy.

After saying this, he took out the snake moult that he had put away in his bosom and handed it to the master.

The master held the "snake molt" in his hand, looked at it repeatedly in the moonlight, and twisted his fingers carefully, but felt a silky and cold feeling spread to his body.

"This thing looks like a snake, but in fact it is neither a snake nor a bird or beast, although the skin is a cold-blooded body like a snake, but the snake can never have such a cold and piercing chill......"

He shook his head, he couldn't figure out what it was.

The master returned this thing to Luobei and said: "Although I don't know what this thing is, its material is also extremely tough in the feminine and feminine, and common sharp weapons must not be able to shake it in the slightest, you still put it away for the time being, maybe there will be a chance to find the source of this thing in the future!"

Luo Bei took the "snake molt" back and sighed: "I hope so......"

"It's a pity that some things happen and you can't go back......"

No matter how long it has been, the scene of Zhuo Xiaochan's final tragic death is still deeply imprinted in his heart, like a knife, a cruel knife, always reminding and cutting his heart that has not yet grown up.

The master felt the sorrow in his heart, but he couldn't guess what it was for.

He pointed to the glazed pagoda behind him and said: "This glazed pagoda has stood in the temple for an unknown number of years, the world has changed, many people and things have long been wrong, only this pagoda does not change, is it accidental?" or is it inevitable!"

Luo Bei asked, "Master, can being a monk really make people transcend the red dust and forget their worries?"

Wu'an raised his eyes to look at the tower and smiled, his eyes were far away, as if he was thinking about something.

"Nowadays, although there are many factions in the rivers and lakes, only the four major schools are recognized by the world, among which Zen Buddhism should be headed by the Infinite Valley, but few people know that Shaolin and many temples in the world are far more ancient than the history of the Infinite Valley, and the Buddhist meditation may not be slightly weaker than the Infinite Valley, but the status of the Infinite Valley is recognized by the whole world, why is this......"

"In fact, it is mainly because of the cultivation of the realm, the patriarch of the Wuliang Valley Kai School is a peerless monk, not only the Buddhism is profound, but also the cultivation of the world is the creation of heaven and earth, the first Ming Zen, the catastrophe, impermanence, selflessness, nirvana and silence of the realm, the gradual decline of Zen Buddhism since the Tang Dynasty once again to the peak, and Confucianism, Taoism stand side by side in the world, this is the consummation of his merits ......"

"It's just that those great virtues who have cultivated to the highest level today can really understand the wonderful meanings of the gods and monks of the past? I think it may not be, a high realm does not mean that you can transcend the world, but you may have to be tired by it, which is contrary to the wonderful meaning of Zen Buddhism!"

"Do you know why I am killing living beings and taking this name?" the master asked Luo Beidao.

Luo Bei shook his head, he didn't understand the meaning of the little monk's legal name, and he didn't understand it very clearly after saying a few words roughly.

Wu'an explained: "The Buddha said, "The Buddha says, the one who kills, is not killed, and the meaning of ignorance and afflictions is broken; I named him Killing, that is, I hope that he will be troubled in the future, transcend life and death, and achieve the Great Dao!"

"It's just that now I'm thinking that maybe this is also my delusion, I just hope that he can maintain his innocent heart and carefree in this life......"

"Therefore, whether a person can transcend the red dust and be troubled has nothing to do with whether he is a monk or not, but only with your state of mind!"

It wasn't until this moment that Luo Beibei understood that Master Wu'an had said so many things to himself in order to let go of his knots.

But troubles, transcending life and death, and achieving the Great Dao, what kind of magnificent realm should it be, and how can it be a character in the world?

Luo Bei sighed abruptly, although he understood the master's good intentions, but for himself, some things were still unforgettable, and he couldn't even let go.

However, what should be done with all this, this is something he still can't figure out, so he chose to follow Killing all the way north and come to this pure place of the Lotus Temple.

It's just that the answer is far from being as easy to find as it seems.

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Next, Luobei stayed in the Lotus Temple, followed the killing to listen to the morning class, eat fasting, recite scriptures, chop wood and fetch water, and accompanied the morning bell and dusk drum, about a month passed.

At first, the Lotus Temple continued to burn incense every day, and there was an endless stream of people who came to worship the Buddha, but I don't know why, the further it went, the fewer people came.

As a result, the monks have fewer and fewer things to do.

The incense burner no longer had to be cleaned every day, and the stairs up the mountain did not have to be cleaned often, and the bustle became deserted, and people began to become lazy, even monks.

Throughout the temple, there seemed to be a tense atmosphere spreading.

Some people say that the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Jin State are about to sweep the world again, and this time they are already bound to win the mountains and rivers of the Great Song Dynasty.

Then, wherever the iron hoof goes, it will become a scorched earth, and even those good men and women who often come to the temple to worship the Buddha on weekdays have become refugees.

The Buddha can't bless everyone, and when their lives are threatened, they still have to rely on themselves.

Monks are naturally human beings, in addition to chanting sutras and reciting Buddha every day, they also have to fill their stomachs, and when their lives may be threatened, they will also be afraid and will have bad emotions.

All of this is a mundane thing, and it is a truth that has not changed for thousands of years.

Master Wu'an said that he understood.

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