Airplanes!

The ethereal sound of bells slowly echoed throughout the mountains and forests.

Monk Sumeru walked step by step from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

He hadn't been back to the temple for many years.

The ancient mountain temple, under the cover of clouds and mist, is still the same as in the past, sacred, ancient, majestic but full of mystery.

Between the trees on both sides of the road, you can often see some Buddha statues of different shapes.

Most of them have a compassionate face and a low brow.

But there are also some who show angry and hideous looks.

The monks who practice in the Damida Temple, day after day in the mountains and forests, choose the stones that suit their hearts and carve the Buddha statues.

They carved the stone in their hands, but what they formed was the Buddha in their hearts.

When the Buddha statue in the hand is carved perfectly, the Buddha in the heart is also perfect.

Sumeru didn't come back this time just to revisit the old place.

Back then, a fellow disciple he knew, and today is his Nirvana ceremony. And Sumeru also happened to be on a whim, and after pinching his fingers, he returned to the Great Mida Temple to see his old friend.

The Tao cultivates this life, and the Buddha cultivates the next life.

For the Daomen, the qualification of cultivation is crucial and important.

Unless someone superior is willing to spend the price to change his life for someone with mediocre qualifications.

Therefore, cultivators who are not qualified enough should not enter the Dao Gate, so as not to waste many years, and it will only be a bamboo basket to draw water.

Buddhism is different.

They are more practice-oriented, and understanding comes first, but perseverance and determination are also crucial.

If there is a person who is not gifted, he will specialize in the Dharma, strengthen his spirit, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation under the support of the Dharma in order to seek future lives.

On the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountain, an old monk with a white beard fluttering, wearing a robe, sat solemnly on the pyre.

It was surrounded by a large number of fellow monks and devotees.

Sumeru was also in the crowd, and he didn't hide himself.

But when he doesn't want to be known, no one can see who he really is.

The old monk's legal name is 'Su Xing', and he is the same generation as Sumeru.

A hundred years ago, they were all teenagers.

A hundred years later, Sumeru is still like a teenager, with a unique demeanor.

And the former fellow disciples are already dying.

He sat on top of the pyre, his eyes cloudy.

In this life, there is no hope.

The qualifications are too poor, and it is always difficult to get started when practicing the art of practicing qi, but it is just a few superficial techniques of forging the body at the outer door, and for more than a hundred years, the loss of qi and blood has been running out.

As for the essence of Buddhism... These are too empty, whether they can really protect their hearts and not be confused in the next life, no one knows.

Sumeru just looked at him from afar.

In a trance, he even felt that the monk sitting on the pyre... It's yourself.

If he is transposed, will he be the same as he must be a hundred years later?

Thinking of this, a strange throbbing surged in Sumeru's heart inexplicably.

His gaze flashed over the huge crowd of believers.

Then, under the urging of his true element, layers of mist with golden light appeared on the Dharma Propagation Square.

Xu Xing, whose eyes were originally cloudy and could no longer see the humanoid figure three meters away, suddenly became clear and bright in front of him.

His aging body also has an inexplicable vitality.

In the hazy mist, he vaguely saw a woman holding incense and bowing.

Her appearance may not be striking.

Vaguely··· But it's very similar to the girl from the house next door before he shaved his head.

Those memories that have long been forgotten under the increasing polishing of Buddhism are like morning dew and morning breeze, starry night and moon shadows surging into my heart in an instant.

The long-lost throbbing made his heart flutter.

The fog gradually dissipated under the strong wind.

Drums and bells came from the top of the mountain.

A sturdy, thinly dressed warrior monk, holding a torch, walked to the pyre.

Then hand the torch to Suxing.

He still needs to light this fire.

Su Xing held out his hand.

But he suddenly withdrew his hand again.

The warrior monk who handed over the torch had a cold look in his eyes.

High monks sit down and raise fire to nirvana, although it is just a joke for a true great cultivator.

But for the popularization of the law, the convergence of believers... It's still very useful.

Suyuki stretched his somewhat numb legs.

Then he got up from the firewood with a shudder.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and slowly walked down the Nirvana platform.

"Master Suxing... Why are you doing this?" asked the warrior monk in front of the old monk Xu Xing.

In his expression, there was an inexplicable excitement, and his aging body seemed to suddenly burst into a strange vitality.

"I don't want to die, I want to live. ”

"I don't just want to live... I'm going to be vulgar. Xu Xing said.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" asked the warrior monk with a sneer, staring at Monk Suxing.

Monk Suxing said, "I said... I want to live, I want to practice, and I want to return to the world. ”

"Is the mage going mad?" the warrior monk asked.

At this time, it was not just those monks in the vicinity.

Even the ordinary people who bowed to them in the distance, some of them noticed the abnormality and let out a buzzing sound of discussion.

The monk passed away, and Nirvana was gone!

The external propaganda is the consummation of merit and the journey to the west.

That's about to meet the presence of the Buddha.

That's why so many ignorant believers come to bow and pay respects. Even in order to bring their 'wishes' into the western heavens, which were also known to the Buddha, they were willing to spend a lot of money to buy golden lanterns near Nirvana.

At this moment, if you don't have nirvana.

How should we explain to those believers?

"My heart has moved, my delusions have arisen, even if I sit in Nirvana, there will be no afterlife, and I will not see the Buddha. Su Xing stretched out his hands like dead tree bark and folded them in front of his chest.

"Have you broken the vow?" The warrior monk's eyes became colder and colder, and the bright and mighty Buddha Sect True Yuan was already echoing in his sleeve.

Xu Xing said without any discoloration, and without guilt: "It's broken! Although the body is rotten, the heart has no precepts." A hundred years of practice, all gone... ！”

Speaking of this, there was no sadness or loss in his tone, but joy.

There was a murderous flash in the warrior monk's eyes, and he was about to make a move and secretly control everything.

But he saw that the fog rose again.

By the time the warrior monk came back to his senses, the old monk who was still close at hand had to go, but at this time he had disappeared.

A thousand miles in a moment, but a breath.

Although Su Xing barely knew how to practice, he had seen the world.

Knowing that at this time, there was a great supernatural person who took himself away from the temple.

It's just that I don't know who it is, with such courage, who actually robbed people in the Great Mida Temple.

When I saw the face of the person in front of me, a strong sense of familiarity came to me.

"But... But Senior Brother Sumeru in person?" asked Su Xing excitedly.

When they were both young monks, the two had a good friendship and once lived in a meditation room.

It was only later that Sumeru's cultivation talent was discovered and he directly became a disciple of the inner courtyard of the Great Mida Temple.

However, he has no cultivation qualifications, so he can only ring the bell and chant the scriptures every day at the outer door, and read the Buddhist scriptures hard, in order to realize the truth from the Buddhist scriptures and get rid of the sea of suffering.

"Tell me... 100 years of practice, 100 years of pure cultivation, 100 years of persistence... Why are you willing to do it?" Sumeru did not exchange words with him, but asked directly.

When the fog lifted, Sumeru did use some means.

But this method is only a hint and guidance, and it is by no means a direct control.

Right now, he needed to get an answer from Su Xing that he had been puzzled about.

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