"Zhisheng, Zhisheng, Zhisheng!" the old monk stumbled out of the meditation room, holding a bronze mirror and shouting outside.

"Zhisheng, where are you?Zhisheng, come here!" Zhisheng!" The voice of the old monk in the clear sky was hoarse and poignant, like a night owl in the night.

Jingkong was so frightened that he barely stood up until he leaned against the pillars of the cloister, his hands trembled uncontrollably, his mouth was drooling, he was trembling, and he couldn't barely say a complete sentence.

A figure came running from afar, wearing a single coat and carrying a lantern in his hand, and he was just coming this way, it was the little monk Zhisheng.

Jingkong seemed to see a savior at this moment, and shouted loudly with all his strength, "Zhisheng, come quickly!

"Master, Master!" Zhisheng ran to the old monk in a few steps, looking at the master's anxious appearance, "Master, what's the matter?!"

"Zhisheng, quickly take this mirror and burn it!" Jingkong saw Zhisheng coming to him, and stuffed the bronze mirror in his hand into Zhisheng's arms, "Go!

The little monk Zhisheng saw that the master was a little crazy, and he was scared, "Why do you want to burn it? Master, are you okay?"

"It's a demon! Burn it!" Jingkong stomped his feet and pushed Zhisheng with his hand to hurry away, "Beast! If you are told to go, you will go! Hurry! Hurry up, go quickly!"

Zhisheng hesitated with the mirror in his hand, not knowing what was wrong with the master. Clearspace said angrily, "Burn it! Burn it! Go quickly, brute!" The last voice was already hissed, and Clearspace grabbed the railing of the cloister with both hands and roared violently.

The little monk Zhisheng had no choice but to leave with the mirror, wondering in his heart, "Why do you want to burn it when you have a good mirror?" while shaking his head and walking, there was a urging from the old monk of the clear space behind him, "Go, go!

The old monk looked at Zhisheng who was away with a bronze mirror in his hand, and then he felt better, hugging the pillar and panting heavily.

Holding the bronze mirror, Zhisheng went to the place behind the temple where the garbage was burned, where a large stone pit was built, and some of the daily garbage would be poured into it and burned, and a fire was burning inside. Zhisheng looked at the deformed bronze mirror in his hand, remembered the master's abnormal behavior, and had to throw the bronze mirror into the stone pit, "Why do you want to burn a good mirror? Zhisheng watched the bronze mirror being burned, and immediately turned around and left.

Zhisheng was woken up by the master in the middle of the night, but he was still relieved, so he immediately rushed back to the meditation room, and found that the master was tired and collapsed on the couch, so he hurriedly stepped forward to say goodbye.

"Zhisheng, the mirror has already burned, right?" Jingkong remembered when he saw Zhisheng come in, and he remembered that he was lying down.

Zhisheng hurriedly replied, "Master, the disciple has already burned the mirror. ”

When Jingkong heard this, he immediately lost his strength and lay down on the couch, "Okay, okay! That's good! Zhisheng, it's none of your business, you can go back to your room and rest." After speaking, he closed his eyes and lay down.

Zhisheng is also a child, and he was sleepy at night, but he was naturally happy to hear that the master asked him to go back to his room to sleep, so he happily accepted the order, closed the door and left.

Jingkong lay on the bed to calm the panting in his chest, and after a while, he sat up, closed his eyes and meditated, no one found that there was a trace of black smoke emitted from the top of his head, all of which were absorbed by a black golem in mid-air, and the golem sucked these black gases, and the back of his head appeared with colorful brilliance, and his appearance became clearer and clearer, while the old monk of Jingkong was getting thinner and thinner, and his whole body seemed to have lost its luster.

In the hazy space, it seemed that the door of the room was opened, and a figure stood in the doorway. Jingkong didn't have the slightest strength at the moment, and tried to raise his eyes to look at the figure at the door.

"Son, why do you want to become a monk?" a familiar voice came to his ears. Master? Is it the Master who has passed away?!

"Master, I want to purify them, I want to become a monk!" The bits and pieces of the childhood monk resurfaced in my mind, and the strength of Jingkong at this moment stood up without knowing where it came from, "Master, I want to purify all sentient beings." ”

"Alas, apprentice, let's go with the master. Master's voice shouted at the door, and Jingkong involuntarily got off the bed, and walked towards the door step by step. The further I walked to the door, the smaller the clear figure became, and finally I became a child who had just apprenticed. The appearance of the master at the door was the same as in his memory in the past, and he lowered his head and touched the top of his head, "Let's go, good man, let's go together." ”

After saying this, the master took his empty hand. "Well, I will always follow Master in the future!" Jingkong didn't think about anything at the moment, he just wanted to leave with Master, as for what temple, what disciples, what believers, what incense, what land rent, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he just felt so tired and tired.

Two figures, one large and one small, left the meditation room, the body of the old monk remained on the couch, and the golem in mid-air was gone, and nothing seemed to have happened here.

Lu Xihua sat on the bed, glanced into the distance, and said to Zuo Tianzong, who was silently reciting the Diamond Sutra, "The old monk of the pure space has passed away, and we will leave early in the morning, so as not to have too many things." ”

Zuo Tianzhong was stunned for a moment and asked, "Master, do you want to save his life by borrowing the water lotus to ask the old monk for the Bodhi tree during the day?"

Lu Xihua nodded, "Almost half of my cultivation comes from Buddhism, and I am not a disciple of Buddhism, so the cause and effect will naturally be returned." There is Buddhism in the clear space but no Buddha mind, saying one thing in the mouth, but doing another in the hand, the demons in the heart are too strong. He talked about the allusion of a smile at the lecture meeting, and I tried him, and if he could understand, I would naturally eliminate his demons, and his Zen mind would make great progress, and there would always be a day when he would achieve positive results. It's a pity that his magic barrier is too deep and he is already terminally ill. Buddha is destined to be a person, since he is obsessed, why should I save him?"

Zuo Tianzong pondered for a moment, "Master, aren't Yan Chixia, Zhiqiu Yiye, and Master Fu all destined?"

Lu Xihua said, "Their path is their own choice, they don't want to go with me, maybe there is a better road waiting for them, you don't have to worry." There are three thousand avenues, and the path of cultivation is even more thousand, so how dare I say that my own path must be right? ”

In the vast wilderness, the wind and sand surged, and three figures came in the distance. In the middle is a young monk with a shovel in his hand and a bag on his back, and he is wrapped in a red cloth, and he doesn't know what is inside.

It was the white clouds, the four people of the ten directions.

Shifang took out a lotus leaf bag from his sleeve while walking, opened it, and inside was a rice ball, but unfortunately the wind and sand were too big, and the lotus leaf bag had just been opened, and the sand and gravel in the sky couldn't wait to drill into the bag, so that the rice ball inside was full of sand. The poor little monk of Shifang frowned, and did not complain, and directly picked up a pinch of rice balls and stuffed them into his mouth. Walking against the wind and sand, the physical exertion is very large, the stomach is hungry, and I can't take care of a lot, and the sand is drilled everywhere in the mouth, which is really not delicious.

The rice balls are just ordinary white rice balls, mixed with some wild vegetables and plum meat, which can be regarded as barely improving the flavor.

Shifang looked back while eating, and for the first time today he encountered such a big wind and sand after going out for so long, he wanted to say to the master when he turned around, don't let the wind and sand stain it when eating rice balls. Shifang looked back and saw that his master had already started eating, and he was eating with relish. It turned out that the master actually opened the rice ball in the sleeve, pinched the cuff with his hand, and with the other hand, from time to time reached into the sleeve and took out a handful of rice and put it into the food, without any sand and stones.

Shifang was stunned, he couldn't imagine that there was such a good way, the master deserved to be the master, and there was a way to deal with any situation, so he hurriedly learned the master's method and hid the rice balls in his sleeve to eat.

Zuo Tian walked in good spirits, and he didn't eat, and he didn't say much along the way, but he just covered the wooden frame on his back with animal skins, so as not to blow it to Lu Xihua inside.

The wind and sand came and went quickly, and soon disappeared without a trace, and in the afternoon, the weather was quiet again, and Shifang's mood was also happy, walking in front, and seeing a stone tablet on the ground in the distance. The little monk of the Ten Directions immediately volunteered to go forward to explore, and stroked away the heavy sand and stones buried on the stele, which turned out to be a boundary stele.

"Master, Guobei County has arrived!" Shifang shouted happily to the master, took out the map in his bag and looked at it carefully, "Master, let's go west to Guobei County!" As soon as the words fell, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and a black cloud on the horizon quickly rushed towards this side, and it was about to rain.

"Master, Master Zuo, it's going to rain, let's quickly find a place to shelter from the rain. Otherwise, it is not good for the little benefactor Zuo to get sick from the rain. "Shifang kindly made a suggestion.

"Let's go, then. Zen Master Baiyun also saw that the sky was not right, and nodded in agreement. The three of them immediately quickened their pace and left.

In the reeds, the wild reeds are more than a person tall, and they grow very luxuriantly, and there are almost no human figures from a few meters away. The three of them stumbled to a dilapidated thatched pavilion, which seemed to be a gazebo by the former post road. It's a pity that after the southeast civil uprising a few decades ago, the imperial army was unable to look south, and in recent years, there was a shortage of soldiers and horses, the farmland and lakes outside Guobei County had long been deserted, no one walked the post road, the barren grass was overgrown, and the pavilion was also dilapidated.

The three of them came to the pavilion, Zuo Tian looked at the dilapidated pavilion, and said, "I'm afraid that it will leak if it rains for a while, so I'll cut some reeds to fill it." Then he rushed into the reeds, drew his sword, and in a flash of the sword, a clump of reeds fell.

Shifang and Baiyun sat down to rest in the pavilion, Shifang put the bags on his back on the ground, and praised the cage niche above, "Buddha Buddha, please bless the black clouds to blow a little crooked, so that we will not be delayed." After speaking, he turned around and sat down, took out the water bottle on his waist and wanted to drink water, but saw that Master was taking off the futon on his head to wipe his sweat, and immediately handed over the water bottle in his hand, "Master, drink water, I'm not thirsty." ”

Zen Master Baiyun was also polite to his disciples, took the water cylinder and raised his head to drink, Shifang licked his lips, and heard a voice next to him, "Little Master Shifang, you can also drink water." My brother brought a lot of them. A water bladder was handed to him, and it was the boy Zuo Tianheng.

Shifang scratched his head embarrassedly, "Thank you, the little benefactor." "I was really thirsty, so I took the water bladder and poured it into my mouth, and the sweet spring water instantly wet my dry lips, so comfortable.

Zuo Tianzong came back with a few bundles of reeds, smiled slightly when he saw this, tied the reeds in his hand into a few mats, and threw them on the gazebo casually, just to fill the holes in the gazebo, and then entered the gazebo. As soon as the front foot entered, there was a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by thunder, and the heavy rain finally fell. Fortunately, Zuo Tianzong patched up the hole in the pavilion in time, otherwise there would have been rain leaking in the pavilion now.

Bai Yun saw Zuo Tian's technique of throwing reeds on the mat, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't speak, but just recited the scriptures silently in his mouth.

"Master Zuo, do you want to eat something? You haven't eaten anything yet. The little benefactor Zuo is young, but he can't go hungry. I have rice balls here, and it's better to bake them. Shifang is simple-hearted, and he received the favor of Zuo Tianzong in Minglun Temple, so he wanted to take more care of it on the road, and he had already raised a bonfire on the stove in the pavilion, took out two rice balls from his sleeve, and handed them to Zuo Tianzong.

"Brother, didn't we buy bread? Let's give it to grandpa and the little master. Lu Xihua shouted from the side, as if he was really hungry.

"Okay!" Zuo Tianzong took out a few cakes from the package, skewered them with branches, and put them on the bonfire to bake, and after a while, the aroma came out. Zuo Tianzong took out four and handed them to Shifang, "Little master, you and the old Zen master should eat a little, this rainy day is cold, eat some hot to warm your stomach, so as not to get sick." ”

Shifang ate a few bites of rice balls containing sand and stones at noon before, and deceived his stomach, at this moment, the cakes were roasted by the fire, and the fragrance came out, where could he bear it, and hurriedly turned his head to look at the master.

Bai Yun nodded, "Let's eat some of it." Shifang didn't expect the master to speak so well today, so he immediately thanked Zuo Tianzong, took the cake, and handed two to the master. Bai Yun waved his hand and only took one, "Master is not hungry, just eat one, you can eat the rest." ”

Shifang was embarrassed, picked up a cake and nibbled on it. Minglun Temple's cake crust is thin and thick, inside is the best bamboo shoots, mushrooms and fried tofu, roasted with a stove fire, as long as it is not stained with water, it will not be bad for a few months, there are two layers of skin, the outside is the dough with sesame seeds, the inner layer is the puff pastry is soaked in sesame oil, contains maltose, is roasted by the fire, very fragrant. Shifang couldn't stop his mouth when he bit down, and he ate one bread in two bites, and picked up the second one in his hand.

Zuo Tian looked at it interestingly, and immediately took out a bag from the package and handed it to Shifang, "Little master, this is the cake we bought in Wuguantang this morning, and we have prepared some for you." Everyone walks all the way, please don't shirk. ”

Before Shifang could speak, Baiyun Zen Master over there spoke, "Thank you to the left donor, the donor has a heart." Shifang, why don't you quickly accept a piece of the heart of the left donor?"

Shi Fang wondered, why did the master's temperament change all of a sudden? In the past, he did not easily accept gifts from others, and his heart was different, but he did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the package, which was so heavy that it was estimated that there were forty or fifty cakes in it. Poor Shifang didn't notice it, after Zuo Tianzong took out a large bag of cakes from his package, the package did not become smaller, it was still the same as before, but Zen Master Baiyun didn't speak in his eyes.

The four of them were eating in the gazebo, and the reeds not far away swayed, and a human voice came, "Everyone run away, that person is coming!"