Putuo Mountain, the ancestral land of Buddhism in the West Pole.

The spectacular golden clouds roll and tumble, surging over like a vast ocean, making people dizzy. Few people can see the magnificence of this heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain, which is directly above the clouds, there is still a man holding a broom, gently sweeping the bluestone ground that has long been spotless.

The man did not wear the finely crafted monk's robes worn by the disciples of the Western Pole Buddhism, but wore a washed white sea blue monk's robe. This monk's robe accompanied him for twenty years.

Although it was an ordinary sea blue monk's robe, it was only because someone cast a spell that it changed with the shape of the wearer, so that the young monk could wear it from his youth to his old age.

Although this sea blue monk's robe is very ordinary, the monk who swept the floor in front of the ancestral temple on the top of Putuo Mountain does not look at it so much.

As always. From the hiking path under the sea of golden clouds, there was the sound of footsteps.

As for who it is, there is no doubt about it.

This place, historically, has been accessible only to the Buddha's lords and sons of the past generations. This ancestral temple has been endowed with the honor of the first holy place of Buddhism, and the Buddhist monks of Kyushu all over the world worship it.

The old monk who climbed the stairs without a trace of breath is the contemporary Buddha master of Buddhism, who is in charge of everything in the world.

The young monk in the sea blue monk's robe was the son of the Buddha in the invincible western pole of Buddhism.

When the old monk came over, before he could speak, the young Buddha took the initiative to speak: "Master, I understand. ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, and asked knowingly, "Oh, what do you understand?"

"In Buddhism, seven emotions and six desires are taboo, and there are five precepts and ten virtues. Because only in this way can we understand the Dharma. In fact, the disciples felt that this may not be the case. ”

"Yes, our Buddhism has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are many eminent monks who refute the Buddhist principles of the sages and masters, but there are no people who directly point to the origin of Buddhism and bluntly say that there is a problem with the Buddha's Buddhist principles. ”

"It's not the Buddha's teachings that have a problem. All things in the world, all living beings, have their own seven emotions and six desires, and everyone has their own Buddha's principles. And the Buddha's teachings, no matter how big or small, all exist side by side. The Buddha also said that in the world of one sand and one world, in ignorance, all views are attachments. So, Master, if you are concerned about people or things outside the Buddha's door, is it wrong? Is it not in line with the Buddha's principles?"

"It's not. The old monk smiled and shook his head.

"So, why haven't the great monks and the Buddha masters of the past generations been with the people or things they love?" asked the Buddha looking at the Master's face.

"How can you be peaceful?" the old monk did not answer the question of Buddha things, but asked rhetorically.

"Don't be sad about the past, don't be greedy for the future, care about the present, and be serene. The Buddha replied.

"What is the present?"

"This is what this person thinks in his heart here and now. ”

"So, most of those eminent monks have something in their hearts, but because they are not those worldly blades, not those peddlers and pawns, but people who are deeply involved in Buddhism, the rules of Buddhism cannot restrain that kind of people at all. Only the powerful Buddha in their own hearts can limit their actions, and they have all done that. ”

"Of course, you can do it, there's no doubt about that. The old monk squinted and said with a smile.

"But it'......" the Buddha nodded, his face sad, "but I have recently felt a palpitation, and something may be wrong with that woman." Zhongzhou is turbulent, and the people in the rivers and lakes are gone, and only one or two remain. ”

"Which woman?" the old monk asked knowingly.

The Buddha was silent.

"The woman?"

The Buddha nodded.

The old monk smiled and said, "I won't use the rules of Buddhism to manage you, and I'm afraid that Buddhism can't talk about you now." Why? Want to go down?"

The Buddha took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

The old monk waved his hand, the wide robe swayed with the wind, and one or two of the passing geese echoed between the heavens and the earth, "If you want to go down the mountain, just go down, where is there no Buddha in the world?"

The Buddha's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that the master, who should have tried his best to prevent him, a "non-duty" Buddha, from going down the mountain, would not stop himself.

He was even ready to forcibly break into the big formation of Putuo Mountain and forcibly leave the mountain.

Because Buddhism has rules, the Buddha is not allowed to go down the mountain until he becomes the master of the Buddha.

"I'm looking for you today for one thing. The old monk put away his smile, "I will pass on your position as the Lord of the Buddha today." ”

"Master?" the Buddha was surprised, thinking of something in his heart, and there was a trace of nervousness on his face.

"Master's body is fine. The old monk smiled again and continued: "It's just that Master is old, and you have grown up, so you should hand over the Buddha Gate to you, instead of a tepid existence in the hands of a bad old man like me." Buddhism should be more brilliant! No one has been able to do this for thousands of years, but the teacher is extremely convinced that you can do it!"

"On the day you return to Putuo Mountain from Zhongzhou, you will really go to the Buddha for a few days as a teacher. ”

The Buddha was silent, gently lowered the broom in his hand, and then turned to face the boundless sea of golden clouds.

The sea of clouds is constantly rolling, sometimes looking at the vast and boundless rolling river, sometimes it is like the magnificent ocean blown by the occasional breeze, people can really see what the waves are in this heavenly scenery.

The same is true for this era, and as small as a person's heart, it can also have magnificent waves.

Just like the Buddha at this time, the heart has set off the first magnificent wave in 20 years.

He looked far away, looking in a certain direction in Zhongzhou, his eyes seemed to go straight through thousands of waters, and he saw her across the mountains and rivers. The girl who wore braids and wore white clothes back then, the girl who asked him, "Is it because of the good external objects that the heart is moved, or because the heart is good that the foreign objects are good".

Twenty years have passed since that day.

"Are you okay? don't come, are you okay?" the Buddha whispered.

The old monk on the side took three steps back to the side without a trace.

He looked at this disciple whose spirit and mood were rising, and there was relief, emotion, and a hint of envy in his eyes.

At that time, he didn't have the courage, so he regretted it for the rest of his life. Although it has been put down, it is still remembered.

He looked at his disciple, who was very similar to his younger man, and was a little distracted.

The Buddha didn't pay attention to Master's gaze, but closed his eyes, and then immediately opened them again.

At that moment of closing his eyes, the endless sea of clouds rolled violently, as if someone had smashed into a hundred thousand mountains into the sea, setting off a stormy wave.

Although it is a simple opening and closing, it is not simple at all.

In heaven and on earth, there are people who ascend to heaven in one step.

In front of my eyes, the peak realm of the seven grades.

When I opened my eyes, I was already at the peak of the nine grades.

His sea-blue wide monk's robe, with the sudden blowing of the wind, the sound of hunting, drumming and tumbling like a sea of clouds, set off his thin dust even more.

He turned around and bowed earnestly to his beloved master in front of him.

"Master, let's go. ”

The old monk came back to his senses, smiled and nodded, "Slow down." Take care of your own safety. ”

The Buddha thing smiled slightly, nodded, and then turned around and took a step towards the endless sea of golden clouds. One step has been set on the sea of clouds.

The old monk looked at the disciple who was stepping on the sea of clouds and leaving the wind, but did not react. Just stared for a long time in the direction of the black dot that had long disappeared at the end of the sky.

His long white eyebrows and whiskers were gently raised in the wind, and his old robe looked very solemn.

He stood until dusk, and into night.

Finally, he looked at the eternal bright moon above his head, touched his wrinkled face, smiled softly, turned and left.