Everything in this world has its two sides, just like people, there are both mercy and cruelty.

Wang Yuanbao still remembers that when he was brought into the Peach Blossom Temple by the old abbot, there was no Wang Yuanbao at that time, only a little beggar begging for food along the way.

"What do you want most?"

Wang Yuanbao didn't want to think about it: "Eat enough!"

"What about the other than this?"

Wang Yuanbao, who was at a loss, thought for a while and said, "I don't know." ”

Since then, the little beggar who begged along the street went to the Peach Blossom Temple and became the youngest disciple of the old monk of the abbot, but he did not shave his head, but just shaved his head to save trouble.

Looking at Wang Yuanbao, who was still stunned when he came back from the back mountain, the old monk gave Wang Yuanbao a violent shudder and said, "Don't be stunned, go and water the old laurel tree." ”

After that, the abbot old monk walked into the meditation room with the seriously injured and unconscious white fox Xiaoling.

Since Wang Yuanbao came to the Peach Blossom Temple, the old laurel tree in the temple has never bloomed, and even the new leaves that grow every year are pitiful.

The old monk said that this old laurel tree is a star laurel tree, and it will bloom only if it is sincere, but Wang Yuanbao asked, "Master, is your heart not sincere enough? Why don't you see it bloom when you water it every day?"

The old abbot monk just smiled and said nothing.

Everyone has secrets, and what they confess before the Buddha may not be true.

The moon shadow on the horizon first appeared, the sunset had already hung on the west wall, and the old laurel tree was a little old in the sunset.

The shadows on the moon, those are all osmanthus forests, right?

Looking at the moon shadow in the sky, Wang Yuanbao thought so.

In the meditation room, the abbot old monk's face was solemn, the sword qi of the martial arts sword cultivator was more domineering than that of the Taoist sword immortal, the white fox was not a human being, and the nature of the cultivation was different from that of people.

But the journey of the avenue is the same, but for the sake of immortality, in the final analysis, what is practiced is life, the heart vein corresponds to the soul of life, the sword qi of the warrior martial arts sword cultivation hurts the heart vein, if the cultivator is the yin god can not hold the qi, the soul is scattered, even if there are thousands of years of land immortal cultivation, it has also become a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, an empty talk, not to mention a white fox who has just opened his wisdom.

This injury, the old monk abbot can heal, but he is hesitating, there is a door in the heart lake that is locked, and the lock on the door is the Dharma he has cultivated over the years, once this door is opened, it can no longer be closed.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you. The world is relative, and impermanence is also permanent, after all, the cause and effect of this injury is related to Wang Yuanbao.

"Saving people and saving demons is a good deed, and compassion is indiscriminate, so it doesn't matter. ”

Sighing, the old monk pushed open the window of the meditation room, and the door in his heart was also pushed open, the stars and moon in the night sky outside the window were quiet, and the abyss in the door was deeper than the night sea.

Wang Yuanbao squatted under the window of the meditation room, and he saw the moonlight flowing through the window like water, like a river returning to the sea, surging into the body of the old monk.

The old monk's withered hands were warmer than the white jade in the mountains after the moonlight poured in, and the places where the hands were caressed were dry bones and raw flesh.

The wound on the chest of the white fox Xiaoling. Slowly healing, of course, these are all things that Wang Yuanbao can't see, "Have you seen enough?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuanbao hurriedly ran away, if the abbot and the old monk were not happy, I was afraid that the ten times of the Diamond Sutra in tonight's class would be indispensable.

"Go to Jixiang's kitchen to serve a bowl of porridge, if you're hungry, don't think I'll make it again. ”

Wang Yuanbao ran away from the window with a grin, the thing that was almost dead in the back mountain did not seem to have happened at all, the abbot old monk was right, the Zen method of the Buddha from the east was the most suitable for Wang Yuanbao to practice.

The white fox Xiaoling had already opened his eyes, and the method of the old monk of the abbot was still left on its heart lake, which was much more clever than the rough method of adopting aura by worshipping the moon.

The abbot old monk said with his hands behind his back: "This method should be your chance, and you will naturally have to pay it back if you owe cause and effect, but the wind and rain in the future of this Peach Blossom Mountain is not something you can bear, after all, the beast is under the power of the innate creatures, but it is just an ant." Your bloodline is a side branch of the nine tails, and with the Fa, there will also be a place for you in the Underworld. ”

The white fox Xiaoling listened to it speciously, but it still understood after all, what the abbot old monk said was to keep it away from Peach Blossom Mountain.

After that, the abbot old monk walked out of the meditation room, as for whether the white fox could understand or not, he didn't care, an opportunity may create it, or destroy it, during which he saw the understanding of seeking blessings and avoiding disasters.

There are some secrets that cannot be hidden.

Wang Yuanbao felt that the old monk had changed, and he couldn't say a specific change, but Wang Yuanbao's intuition.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a green lantern, and the flickering lights are like the joys and sorrows on the tip of the heart, covering the mud of the world.

The world uses gold and bronze to cast Buddha, which is also one of the reasons why the barbarian emperor in the court under the mountain destroyed the Buddha, and launched a war, which requires a large amount of gold and silver goods.

The old monk's calm face was staggered with sorrow, but after all, it was the battle between the Buddha and the demon, and when the shackles of the abyss were opened, he had to bear the erosion of the abyss.

What the practitioners in the era of the end of the Dharma crave the most is the abyss under the heart lake of the old monk.

The wind and rain of the future are coming.

The chanting of the old monk in the main hall gradually calmed down, Wang Yuanbao wiped his mouth, trotted into the hall, and the evening class could not be stopped.

Wang Yuanbao was in no mood to chant the scriptures, and asked curiously: "Master, what method did you just make, can you teach me?"

Glancing at Wang Yuanbao, who was full of hope, the old monk of the abbot smiled and said, "When did the little ingots become so easy to learn? Learn the "Diamond Sutra" first, or don't think about it." ”

When Wang Yuanbao heard this, he immediately made a bitter face and said, "Master, you haven't said the name of the supernatural power you used!"

"When you learn the Diamond Sutra, I'll tell you. ”

After that, the old monk of the abbot looked at his nose and chanted the Buddhist scriptures with his nose and heart, and in the peach trees in this mountain, only the green lamp was lit alone in the main hall.

Wang Yuanbao angrily picked up the scripture book in his hand, opened it, and read the long scriptures angrily, and the night was long.

After reading less than five pages, Wang Yuanbao's upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and after a while, Wang Yuanbao, a little monk who had just been ambitious to learn the "Diamond Sutra", fell headlong on the futon and fell asleep.

The abbot old monk stopped chanting, looked at Wang Yuanbao who was sleeping and sighed helplessly, took off the monk's robe and covered Wang Yuanbao's body, the mountain was cold at night, and he didn't cover something to sleep, I was afraid that he would catch a cold.

Looking up, the mud of the Lord is flickering in the lights, whether there is a Buddha or not, the abbot and the old monk do not know, but the Dharma can indeed save people.

Touching Wang Yuanbao's head, the abbot old monk said to himself: "This method is not that I don't want to hand, but it is not suitable, things up and down the mountain, it is good not to contact, people's hearts are ghostly, many of the avenues are temples and rivers and lakes, and there is a world between high and far." ”

Wang Yuanbao smacked his lips, turned over and said in a dream: "Later, the peaches in the back mountain, the peaches are delicious......

The old monk smiled kindly, reached out to wipe the saliva from the corner of Wang Yuanbao's mouth, added some lamp oil to the green lantern that was flickering and went out, and covered it with a layer of light veil. And in the corner of the main hall, there is also a bowl of cold porridge.

Love moths don't light lamps, and poor rats often stay for food.

That's about the case with compassion.

The sound of chanting Buddha is not abrupt in the silent night.

Accompanied by the green lantern ancient Buddha yellow scroll, plus a little monk who asks east and west, although the temple is empty, but the heart is full.

The night is still long......

The princes and ministers in the court hall at the foot of the mountain dispersed, stripped their solemn crowns, and changed into loose and comfortable robes, and their day really began.

And the beggar under the Jinshui Bridge has just begun, and the begging income can still be seen in the days when the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, but if winter comes, I am afraid that I will not be able to survive, and there will be no less dead.

Although the Buddhist temple near the capital Tai'an City was abandoned under the emperor's order to destroy the Buddha, it would not let the unclothed beggars enter, and the monks in the temple were forced to return to the vulgar as soldiers, and the Buddha statues cast in gold and bronze in the Buddhist temple became the money circulating in the market.

The fundamental reason for the emperor's destruction of the Buddha was the lack of troops and silver in the southern expedition, and the proposal of Zai Fu to destroy the Buddha and rejuvenate the hundred schools was just a pretense.

The ministers who believe in the world still burn incense and worship the Buddha in their homes.

In Zaifu's official residence, the lights are shining, as the Zaifu of the Beiyang Dynasty, Zhao Qianzhi can not be said to be unsatisfied, but he still underestimated the ambition of the ambitious emperor of the Beiyang Dynasty.

This is naturally a good thing.

If the influence of the mountain sect on the temple cannot be cured, I am afraid that the grand wish of unifying Nanzhan Zhou will become a slogan.

Wuxiang Temple and the Qingxu Dao Sect of the Soldiers, so occupy the small cave of the blessed land of mountains and rivers, if it is allowed to develop, then the "Nine Rivers Dragon Snake" of Southern Chu and other mountains and wilderness scattered cultivation forces, is a lesson from the past, although the Longquan Dynasty has many soldiers and martial arts sword cultivation, but there is no need to worry, it has been too long and has become a drunken gold fan, and can no longer raise the original ambition.

But the rise and fall of the dynasty and the process of unifying Nanzhan Continent hurt the people after all.

Zhao Qianzhi doesn't care about this, what he cares about is the luck and dragon veins of this Nanzhan Continent, and the long-term consumption and exhaustion of the luck will make Nanzhan Continent the first among the declining continents after the collapse of the cave sky.

Zhao Qianzhi is a bit of a senior brother who yearns to hide in the southern town to teach, but this can only be thought about, his trip to the avenue has been linked to Nan Zhanzhou.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

However, these schemes under the mountain have nothing to do with Wang Yuanbao on the mountain, and all he cares about is what to eat for the next meal.

The old abbot monk said that how long a life is, in fact, is between a porridge and a meal.

The morning on Peach Blossom Mountain comes early, and although there is no rooster that reports the dawn, it often develops habits that are more reliable than the reminders of foreign objects.

The smoke of peach wood burning wafted from the Jixiang kitchen, mixed with the dew in the mountains in the early morning, and it smelled very good.

Wang Yuanbao opened his hazy sleepy eyes, saw the monk's robe covering his body, patted his head and sat up, "Oh, why are you asleep again, really." ”

The old abbot handed over a wooden bucket and said with a smile: "Go, it's time for the old laurel tree in the courtyard to be watered." ”

Taking the wooden barrel handed by the old monk, Wang Yuanbao said with a bitter face: "Can you not go?"

The old abbot monk smiled and said, "No. ”

The dew on the branches and leaves of the old laurel tree is crystal clear, but unlike in the past, the old laurel tree, which has only a handful of leaves, actually bears three young buds.

Wang Yuanbao said happily: "Master, Master, the old laurel tree is about to bloom!!"

The joy of the old tree blooming is probably like this, but the abbot and the old monk are unmoved and still chanting the scriptures.

Three flowers bloom, and it's near.

The white fox Xiaoling half-hid his body, beside the door of the Peach Blossom Temple, quietly stared at Wang Yuanbao, his pure eyes contained complex emotions, he couldn't tell what it was, maybe there were some feelings that he shouldn't have.

The demon clan who opened the spiritual wisdom probably went to the underworld, although it was cruel, but after all, it was still the paradise of the demon clan, the white fox Xiaoling got the method of the abbot and the old monk, even if he didn't go, he could also integrate the luck of the mountains and rivers, achieve the gods, and be a god of the mountains and rivers, but the things in her heart were much higher than these.

There are mountains and rivers in the heart, and the life is extraordinary.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Wang Yuanbao read the obscure "Diamond Sutra" word by word with a bitter face, "Master, can you study it again tomorrow? It's too difficult!"

For a young man who has not yet reached the weak crown, Buddhist classics such as the "Diamond Sutra" are indeed too difficult, but the old monk said: "No, if you can't learn it today, don't drink porridge." ”

Wang Yuanbao glanced at the old monk who was like a settled abbot, and secretly slandered himself, "If you don't drink, you won't drink, there are many peaches in the back mountain." ”

seemed to know what Wang Yuanbao was thinking, and the old monk of the abbot made a big shudder on Wang Yuanbao's head: "Read it by heart." ”

Covering his forehead, Wang Yuanbao said, "Master, the porridge is paste." ”

"Don't make excuses. ”

"It's mushy!"

The abbot and the old monk sniffed, hurriedly jumped up from the futon, and rushed to Jixiang Kitchen.

Wang Yuanbao also followed in a hurry.

In addition to the smell of burning peach wood in the morning dew, there is also a mushy smell.

The abbot old monk looked at the old laurel tree with three buds in the courtyard, faintly a little uneasy, near, near, but so uneasy, how big the wind and rain will be in the future, no one can be sure, but he is not worried about himself, but Wang Yuanbao.

Shizun is now a clay and wood idol, and it has no effect, just like the Confucian doctrine of utilitarianism, if there is no merit and no profit, then it is meaningless.

This is also the reason why many people in the world respect Confucian sages.

It's just that the peach blossoms on this mountain are gone, and it doesn't help the unknown number of days.

Wang Yuanbao studied this obscure and difficult "Diamond Sutra" with difficulty, there is no appearance, all are vain, empty and empty, all are desires, if the Bodhisattva has the appearance of me, the appearance of people, and the appearance of all beings, it is really difficult for him.

The old monk of the abbot suddenly remembered a sentence: "Regardless of his unknown and known, I can withstand thousands of people from a bowl of wine, if it is entangled in trivial matters, and it is unreasonable, but it is not enough to use his fists to talk about the most simple truth in this world, if he is not used to it, then endure it, this world is still a big fist, how can he be convinced, come and fuck him! If you don't listen to the reason, then use your fists to talk about it!"