Qi Tiandao put his hands together and shouted softly: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! All evils do not enter, and all demons do not invade!"

Dao light rose all around his body, and all the spiritual bewitchments were all killed by Qi Tian Dao people, and those who were killed spirits disappeared, and even the heavenly demons who used the bewitching technique also screamed in pain and turned into nothingness.

"Ha, this person has a demon in his heart, and he transforms into the appearance of his beloved woman, see how he starts!"

One by one, the heavenly demons transformed into the appearance of Taoyao.

Qi Tiandao's eyes were split, and he said angrily: "You and other rats, you dare to change like this, you really should be killed!

As soon as he became angry, he immediately felt as if his spirit had been absorbed, and it began to collapse!

He hurriedly chanted: "Amitabha!"

His mood suddenly became unstable, and those changed heavenly demons could no longer bewitch his spirit.

"Go on!"

These Heavenly Demons were roaring and constantly changing, and an extremely unsightly scene was staged in the void, which made the anger in Qi Tiandao's hearts faintly burn.

"Haha, hahaha! When you come to my Heavenly Demon World, don't think about going out, and obediently hand over your Yuan Shen. The heavenly demons shouted, constantly bewitching the spirit of enlightenment, to make him give birth to greed, hatred, ignorance, and other miscellaneous thoughts, and then absorb his spirit.

Buddhism is the most effective way to deal with these heavenly demons, abstaining from hatred, abstaining from ignorance, and so on, almost cutting off human desires, but Qi Tiandao people are not Buddhas after all, not enlightened beings, where can they do this?

It's just that these heavenly demons continue to attract the demons in his heart, which makes him extremely uncomfortable, and there is anger, sorrow, pain, suffering, and joy in his heart...... Waves of negative emotions were barely suppressed, but there was a faint feeling of eruption.

"I have a sword that can cut all the cause and effect distractions in the world!" Qi Tiandao said softly, and a sword of wisdom appeared in his hand.

Chop?

Don't chop?

With a sword slash, the demons in his heart are gone, but he will no longer remember the girl named Taoyao.

The wisdom sword, created by Amitabha Buddha, extinguishes distracting thoughts, cuts off cause and effect, and requires great perseverance to condense this wisdom sword, not to condense it, but at the moment of swinging the sword, who can withstand it?

Qi Tiandao's hands were trembling again and again, if this sword was cut down, then he would forget all this, if this sword was not cut down, then he might die here, and be absorbed by this group of heavenly demons to absorb all his primordial spirit and spirit! This sword made him hesitate.

"My name is Tao Yao, Tao Yao!"

"Sun Wukong, remember to come and see me!"

"I'm gone, I don't know if I'll be able to come back!"

Tears dripped from the corners of Qi Tiandao's eyes, and the cold light of the wisdom sword flickered, and he finally understood why so many people had to escape into the empty door, if he became a Buddha, where would there be such pain? If this sword was cut down, he would immediately be able to attain the right position, become a Buddha, and attain supreme enlightenment.

But this sword is cut down, he will also forget Tao Yao forever, although this sword can understand great wisdom, but when swinging the sword, there is also great pain, great sorrow!

"This sword, can you cut it or not?!" Qi Tiandao slowly raised the wisdom sword condensed in his hand, as long as he slashed it, he could be liberated.

"Cut it......"

Qi Tiandao felt a pain in his heart, swung his sword and stabbed his heart, and silently recited: "If I hear it, the Buddha is called Amito, and the immeasurable light ......."

Let's say that there is a Buddhist temple in the south of the Yangtze River, called Bodhi, and there is a bitter monk in the Buddhist temple, whose name is Huizhi.

This Huizhi's family coincided with a great change, and his parents were brutally murdered in the troubled times.

Huizhi bitter monk daily practice, sometimes will go down the mountain to do good, point to Mingjin, in the south of the Yangtze River is a compassionate monk, excellent reputation.

On this day, a young woman came to the Bodhi Temple, she was dressed in red like fire, just like her age, she was in full bloom, she was born with picturesque eyebrows, and her steps were like wading through the water with Luoshen, and she was graceful.

When the woman entered the Bodhi Temple, she saw that the monk Huizhi was cleaning the Buddha statue, meticulous and serious.

The woman couldn't help but smile and said, "Master Huizhi, this Buddha statue is clean, why do you bother to clean it every day?"

Huizhi turned around and saw that it was an acquaintance, folded his hands and saluted, and said, "It turned out to be the benefactor." ”

It turns out that this woman is called Yu Gui, and her son is Yu Gui, which is a good name.

Yu Gui smiled and said, "Master, let me ask you! Why is this Buddha statue clean every day?"

Hui Zhi smiled and said: "In this way, you can not make the Buddha statue stained with dust! I think you have also heard a Buddhist principle of my Buddhist family, and you can only wipe it often to avoid dust." ”

Yu Gui said: "Yes, this Buddha statue is not a mirror platform, it must be wiped often to avoid dust!

Hui Zhi nodded and said, "Yes! Yu Gui seems to have remembered this sentence." ”

Yu Gui couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, I remember every word you said clearly! If it weren't for you." I'm afraid I've killed myself. But why don't you want me to be included in Buddhism?"

Huizhi said: "The Buddha gate is quiet, you are not sincere to the Buddha, so naturally you can't let you enter the Buddha gate, and there is no Buddhist temple where female nuns live." If you're going to become a monk, you'll have to go farther!"

Yu Gui couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and the old god shook his head as if he was here, and said, "I don't want to go so far away from you! ”

Huizhi couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, "This is not good. If the donor is sincere to the Buddha, he can offer a Buddha statue at home. Recite the scriptures and pray every day. When the Buddha sensed it, he would naturally bless the safety of the benefactor. ”

Yu Gui said: "Yes, the day before yesterday, I saw that you were reading, so I also read this scripture at home, but I can't read it!"

Hui Zhi said: "It doesn't matter if you can't read it. It would be nice to have sincerity. ”

He tossed the rag into the bucket. smiled and said, "Does the donor have anything to solve today?"

Yu Gui put his burden on the incense table in front of the Buddha statue. After untying it, there is a robe inside, and the robe is not luxurious. But she sewed it by herself, and she didn't know how much effort it took to sew this robe, and how many times she pierced her hand.

"Master, for you!" Yu Gui said with a smile, and handed over the robe inside.

Hui Zhi said: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Gui shoved the robe into his arms, and said angrily: "Don't Amitabha, I met it with my own hands, and this is a robe, you can only wear it!

With that, Yu Gui turned and trotted away, speeding all the way like a flame.

Hui Zhi shook his head helplessly, folded his head at the Buddha statue, and then put away the robe and put it back in his room.

The room was empty, with no extra decoration, just a table with many scriptures on the table, a wooden bed on one side, only a futon on the bed, not even a futon, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging on the wall.

Hui Zhi folded the robe, put it on the head of the bed, sat cross-legged on the futon and silently recited a scripture.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, days pass.

Huizhi was still wiping the Buddha statue, but Yu Gui had already come, wearing red-hot clothes, walking briskly and agilely, and arrived at the Bodhi Temple.

"Master Huizhi, I'm rubbing the Buddha statue again!" Yu Gui couldn't help laughing.

"Hello to the donor. Huizhi folded his hands and bowed.

Yu Gui stepped forward, a fragrant wind blowing in her face, and Huizhi felt that she was too close, so she couldn't help but take a step back.

Yu Gui's eyebrows are picturesque, and he was born well, because of a change in his family, he almost killed himself, but he was dissolved by Huizhi, and now his personality is lively and cheerful. Such a woman is really lovely.

Hui Zhi nodded with a smile and said, "Yu Gui donor, do you have anything to ask this time?"

Yu Gui said: "I read the mysteries of good life at home, but I can't read it. ”

Hui Zhi said: "It doesn't matter if you can't read it, read it a few more times, and you will naturally understand it, Buddhist scriptures, you need to experience them with your heart, in order to understand the mystery of the truth." ”

Yu Gui couldn't help but pout, and said, "Still refuse to let me become a monk here?"

Huizhi smiled: "Why should the donor be like this?"

Yu Gui snorted, saw that Huizhi had wiped the Buddha statue, sat down in front of the Buddha, and began to knock on the wooden fish, chanting scriptures and practicing meditation, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

She jumped up to Huizhi and said, "I've got something for you here!"

Huizhi shook his head and didn't speak, just silently meditated and chanted the Buddha.

"Didn't the clothes I gave you last time fit properly?, why don't you wear them?" asked Yu Gui, looking to himself, not caring that he didn't speak.

"If it doesn't fit, just tell me, and I'll go back and help you change it! I've got something good for you this time!" Yu Gui said, pulling away his sleeves, revealing a piece of snowy skin, but there was a string of Buddha beads on his wrist, which was made of red sandalwood, extremely expensive and rare, and rare in the world.

"Now, this bead is for you. Yu Gui handed out the Buddha beads, but he didn't answer them, so he slapped them on the table, and was shocked that the incense ashes on the incense on the table were broken, making the table all over.

Huizhi stopped, glanced at Yu Gui, sighed, and said, "How can I accept such a precious red sandalwood Buddha bead, the donor should take it back!"

Yu Gui snorted: "Stay here, do you want to do whatever you want!

As she spoke, she had already walked away quickly, and the thin-soled fast boots seemed to be stepping on the breeze and clouds, making her disappear for a while.

Huizhi finished his homework, picked up the Buddha beads, shook his head, silently turned back to the meditation room, put the Buddha beads on the table, and said in his heart: "If she comes again next time, I will return it to her! ”

Huizhi thought silently, and sat cross-legged on the futon to chant and meditate, but what she read was what she said just now.

Another two days have passed, Huizhi has just wiped the Buddha statue, holding the Buddha beads in front of the Buddha statue to practice meditation and chanting, but Yu Gui has stepped on the point.

It was drizzling outside, she held an oil-paper umbrella, and there was a lot of mud on her thin-soled fast boots, she cleaned the mud on her shoes outside the door, put the oil-paper umbrella aside, and then slowly walked in.

"Master Huizhi, you are chanting the scriptures again! It was raining today, and I almost went the wrong way, but I remember the road to Bodhi Temple clearer than the way home!" Yu Gui said with a smile and walked into the hall.

Yu Gui saw Huizhi chanting the scriptures, so he twisted three incense sticks, lit the candle, bowed in front of the Buddha statue, kowtowed three times, silently recited something in his mouth, and inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then stood up, there were wet traces on the ground, I don't know if it was the rain on her body.

Yu Gui knew that he was afraid that it would take a few more hours for him to practice meditation, so he said, "Master, I'll show you the dance!"

Huizhi's eyes were closed, and the wooden fish was beating one by one, singing Sanskrit music in his mouth.

Yu Gui didn't care, he danced in front of the Buddha statue of Amitabha, this dance is very beautiful, this dance, named, jumped up like a shock, like Luoshen, this is a dance that only dances to his beloved. The wooden fish is faintly beating, the girl is dancing, the Sanskrit sound is sounding, but he is not moving like a mountain, the Buddha bell of the ancient temple will ring from time to time, there is no accompaniment, it is the light sound of the wooden fish and the empty bell, and it is accompanied by a little sound of rain, she is dancing like this, as if she has been crazy.

"Master, I'm leaving! I'm afraid I won't be able to come to see you for a long time!" Yu Gui stopped, there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes drooped slightly, "These are the monk's socks, monk's hat and cloth shoes I made for you, you can keep them and wear them!"

As he spoke, he put the burden on the incense table and turned to leave.

The wooden fish that was knocking stopped, and Xu Shicai used too much force, and the wooden fish cracked with a click.

Huizhi turned around and saw that the fiery figure had gone down the mountain temple with an umbrella. The smoke and rain are hazy, the sky is blue and waiting for the smoke and rain, who is she waiting for?

Huizhi lowered his head, thinking about it stupidly, and before he knew it, it was already dark.

Picked up the baggage, took it back to his meditation room, untied the baggage, inside was a pair of white socks, a monk's hat, and a pair of black cloth shoes, white soles, and a little red stars, maybe she accidentally punctured her fingers when she took the soles, right?

Huizhi's heart was slightly touched, but it was just a flash, like a string, a light touch, and the sound of the piano sounded, but after the sound of the piano, it immediately returned to calm.

Hui Zhi pushed open the dilapidated window and looked out of the window, a hazy drizzle.

Outside the window, the sycamores are falling, the flowers are falling into mounds, the yellow flowers are thin, and the autumn colors are still lonely.

Huizhi pillows the night rain of the third watch, and the cold and cold state of mind lingers.

In the troubled times, the smoke of the beacon fire, the destruction of the country, the vast volume of poems, calligraphy and paintings, as early as the continuous hesitation, was burned, only a volume of Buddhist scriptures remained, making this desolate day more haggard.

He got up, pushed the door out, stepped on the rain, seemed to have no calm mind, could not find the Zen machine of the past, wanted to find the bright red in the wind, but found that the wind had already blown her far away.

Looking for it, it is impossible to say that the clouds and smoke are inexhaustible.

A storm, a desolation.

Hui Zhi turned back to the meditation room, sat cross-legged on the futon, and his heart finally calmed down.

The old dream on credit is empty, half not nonsense, where does it attract the wind and perch?

Amitabha......

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