He walked for more than ten days from the north pointed out by the doctor, and when he met people along the way, he asked if he had seen a child named Xiaomu.

People just shake their heads, maybe people in troubled times don't want to meddle, maybe they really don't know.

The two are like submerged sand in the vast sea, the once brief encounter is just a little fate saved in several lifetimes, rolled up by the waves, one is still on the dark seabed, the other is photographed ashore, and it is destined to never meet again.

Whether it is Tang Jianli or the hatred between Xu Guo and Wei Guo, those past events are not important now, and finding Xiaomu is all the motivation for Ye Yu to live.

The opportunity is as small as a grain of sand, and Ye Yu's journey is still moving forward.

As the countless people he had asked shook their heads, his pace slowed, and the impatience and anxiety in his eyes were gradually receding.

What replaced it was a bottomless hatred, hatred for the doctor and traffickers, hatred for forcing Tang Jianli to death, and hatred for himself.

He was going to go back and kill the doctor, but when he kicked open the door to the infirmary, he found that it was empty, and the doctor was gone.

He was later told that the doctor had left not long ago and had gone elsewhere to earn a living.

Ye Yu was drunk that night, and he was drunk in the inn where Xiao Mu disappeared, although he kept coughing up blood, he didn't mean to stop the wine glass.

The torture of the moment when the liquor mixed with the blood crossed his throat seemed to relieve the pain in his soul a little.

Wine can end at any time, but it can never be released.

When he woke up the next day, Ye Yu embarked on the journey again as yesterday, this time he went south.

On the way, he met an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, and his robe was covered with patches from his youth to the present.

Ye Yu asked him as he usually asked passers-by: "Old monk, have you ever seen a child named Xiaomu?" ”

The old monk shook his head: "I haven't seen it." After speaking, he respectfully performed a Buddha salute.

This found that the three words "old monk" just now were a bit rude, and Ye Yu also replied with a Buddhist salute.

"How long have you been looking?"

"Months. ”

"Actually, I'm looking for someone too. ”

"Looking for whom?"

"My junior brother, we have been separated for four years. ”

"I'm sorry, I've seen you as a monk along the way. ”

"It doesn't matter, if the donor is willing, you and I can go together for a while. ”

So Ye Yu followed him.

The Weiguo temple where the old monk was located was occupied by the soldiers of Xu Guo, and there were only two monks in the temple, he and his junior brother, who were separated from him in that accident.

When the old monk described his experience in a very brief description, there was no hatred in his tone and eyes, as if all this had been arranged by the Buddha in the dark, without complaint or pain.

He had already let go of everything and was liberated.

Ye Yu didn't understand that love and hate themselves are two inseparable feelings, and without hate, where does love come from.

It's just that many times, love is like an indestructible armor that wraps people tightly, and hatred has not disappeared, but is very hidden in the depths where even you can't see yourself.

The old monk replied to Ye Yu like this: "You said that I let go of everything, what do you think is letting go?"

Ye Yu couldn't answer, the old monk was still obsessed with finding his junior brother, and he didn't completely let go of the world.

"What you have seen in this world, no one can really let go, the Buddha can't let go of all sentient beings, and the old man can't let go of his junior brother. ”

"And what exactly did you put down?"

"Hatred, pain and impermanence. ”

"How did you put it down. ”

"One day and one month, four days, this is a small world. A thousand small worlds of the sun and moon are one in a thousand worlds. A thousand worlds in a thousand worlds are a great world. There are 3,000 worlds in the universe, and everyone's joys, sorrows, emotions, and desires, and even the compassion of the Buddha are just a speck of dust in the 3,000 worlds, so why should we suffer from this speck of dust?"

"I realized. ”

"Enlightened by what?"

"I should let go of hatred. ”

There are too many people he hates, and those people stand like Tarzan in the world, and there is no force that can be shoveled away, and it will be difficult for him to take revenge for the rest of his life.

It is a hatred that reigns above hate.

The old monk could see it, and he said, "But you can't let it go." ”

"Please also ask the master to ignite. ”

"Picking up and putting down go hand in hand, as much as you can pick up, you will definitely let go, try to cling to something other than hatred, maybe this hatred can be liberated. ”

"What should I pick up?"

"You picked up Xiaomu, and looking for her has become your practice in this life. ”

"You and I are looking for people, they may change their names and surnames to live in a corner where no one can find them, or even turn into bones, the world is so big, you and I understand it, we can't find it. ”

"Seeking, in order not to lose oneself. ”

Before the two broke up, Ye Yu respectfully kowtowed to the old monk and called him master.

"Master, I'm really afraid that one day, before I can find her, I will give up. ”

"She is your cause, not necessarily your effect, and what you find and what you can't find are all karma, cause and effect. The old monk handed him a small bag and said, "At that time, you can only give up when you open this bag." ”

Before the old monk left, he left Ye Yu a meaningful word.

"I want to transform all beings in the world, but the Buddha says that I am a sentient being.

While seeking the Tao, he also practiced asceticism.

I don't want to achieve positive results, I just want to get rid of sentient beings.

Let the storm and rain, let the stars come and go.

Unmoved by gossip.

Don't suffer from the impermanence of cause and effect.

Daqian is just dust in his hands.

Everything is no more than a single grass or a tree.

The unborn is the returned me.

When the body returns, do not forget the original intention. ”

This was the last thing the old monk left for Ye Yu, he watched the old monk's gray back gradually fade away, until it disappeared, and Ye Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up and continued to search for this cause and effect.

Hongchen is a bitch, you want to forget about it, but she will come to the door and pester you.

Ye Yu passed through an unknown town, and when he passed by the City God Temple, he met a person and pulled him back to the troubled times.

This person is the executioner of the Tang Clan's Dart Bureau, Ye Yu recognizes him, and he also recognizes Ye Yu.

He told Ye Yu that after Tang Jianli's death, his followers were not all disbanded, and some of the dart masters loyal to Tang Jianli had gathered together and were looking for the dart masters who were wandering in the dart game.

This person told Ye Yu that there were more than 50 dart masters found now, and in three days, they would meet in a mountain temple thirty miles south of this place, and they had important matters to discuss.

Ye Yu asked him what was the matter, and this person said that he didn't know either, only that the leader was a big darthead.

Da Dart Head is the person who has been with Tang Jianli for the longest time, and whenever Tang Jianli is not present, he is the leading brother. Half of his martial arts were taught to him by Tang Jianli, and after a few decades, he was almost about to become the second Tang Jianli.

The big dart head also makes the gun, and the revenge is happy.

When Boss Tang was alive, he often said that many people have right-hand men, but I don't need them, it's enough for me to have a big dart.

People don't care about the past of the big darthead, because the big dart head at this time is indeed a bright and upright man, upright, and because of this, Boss Tang is very relieved to hand over the dart game to him in his absence.

Now that the big dart head is summoning Tang Jian to leave the old department with great fanfare, there must be something big, Ye Yu decided to go to this appointment after a simple thought.

Three days later, there was a fire in the lonely mountain temple, and there was no one and no one within a radius of several miles.

Ye Yu was stopped at the gate of the mountain temple and asked Ye Yu to show his waist card.

In the midst of the upheaval, Ye Yu's waist card has long been gone, but fortunately, Ye Yu has also done things for Tang Jianli for a few years, and someone recognized Ye Yu, so he let him in.

There was a bonfire in the middle of the temple, and fifty or sixty people stood in a circle around the bonfire, all of which were Ye Yu's familiar faces, as if they had returned to the years of darts.

The big dart head doesn't seem to have changed at all, he still walks vigorously, speaks with full of energy, greets everyone who comes, and asks for warmth.

He was like a stone statue, standing tall in front of the bonfire, the iron spear in his hand reflected the cold light of the fire, and the red tassels swayed in the wind like sparks.

When he saw Ye Yu walk in, he only glanced at him, but didn't speak, and didn't seem to welcome him.

After his subordinates told everyone that everyone was here, the big dart head coughed a few times in anger, and everyone stopped talking.