It was the middle of winter again, and seeing that the New Year was approaching, Sang Huaqing walked on the streets of the capital and looked at the surrounding scenery and the growing flavor of the New Year, and his eyes were full of joy.

Then it seemed to think of something, and the joyful eyes fell lonely again.

Ruixue is a mega year, but in some places, such a heavy snow is also a disaster.

"Alas, the snow has been heavier this winter, and I heard that the snow disaster in the south is almost out of control. ”

At a wonton stall on the side, two people are sitting on a bench talking about the disaster in the south.

"Yes, there have been many medical monks from the Jingzhu Zen Temple, and even the four elders have personally followed. ”

Another said, scooping the wontons from the bowl.

The stall owner, who was still washing the dishes, happened to hear the sound of the two talking, and the stall owner said while washing the dishes: "Hey, I heard that the eldest lady of the Hou family of Zhenguo has smashed the dowry money into it for disaster relief, tsk, such a heavy snow, it has been raining for so many days, and the dowry money is probably not useful." ”

Someone followed and said, "Yes, yes, I heard that the little Buddha in the Jingzhu Zen Monastery ran out." ”

After hearing this, the stall owner put down the bowl in his hand, wiped his hands and sat down on the bench, and then looked left and right, as if he was worried about being watched.

Finding that there was no one left and right, the stall owner whispered to the two of them, "No, let me tell you, do you know why the little Buddha ran away? Hey, hey, let me tell you, on that day, the beloved daughter of the eighth prince, the lord of Zhaoyang, went to Jingzhu Zen Monastery to recite the Buddha Sutra, and happened to be seen by the little Buddha, and then, ah, ouch. ”

One of them chimed in: "Yes, yes, yes, I know about it." And there is also news that the county lord of Zhaoyang is missing, and the person who started it is the elder in the Jingzhu Zen Temple, and it is not clear who it is. Alas, the county lord of Zhaoyang is a good person. ”

The other person also nodded and said, "No, the Eighth Prince is a good person, I heard that the Eighth Prince's relief team is about to arrive in Nan'an City." ”

For these conversations, Sang Huaqing took care of them.

That little monk ran away? He actually moved his heart to a woman?

Sang Huaqing thought in his heart, and then prepared to walk towards the Jingzhu Zen Temple.

In the Eighth Prince's Mansion, Shen Cangqiong's eighth brother knelt on the couch and slowly poured tea.

The other trip is not the Heavenly Family, and he does not have pure Heavenly Family blood, he is just a king with a different surname.

On the bed next to her lay a woman quietly.

This woman is the daughter of the eighth prince's farewell trip, the lord of Zhaoyang, and it is also the woman who is rumored to have made the little Buddha move his heart.

"Amber. ”

Hearing this command, an old man immediately walked in outside the door.

"What does the prince command?"

After taking a sip of tea, he said, "How is the news from outside?"

Amber replied, "We have already controlled it, and now many people are sneering at that group of monks. ”

Farewells nodded, and snorted.

Amber continued: "The person who went to Kunlun to ask for the spring water of immortality also brought back the news, Han Zaiqi is willing to give us the spring water of immortality, but he has the conditions, and he said that he hopes that you will personally go up the mountain to get the spring water of immortality. ”

"Heh, this old thing's abacus is loud enough, I'm afraid it will be difficult for this king to come back. ”

Farewell, put down the teacup and smiled disdainfully.

Amber asked, "Then the prince, do you need to arrange a stand-in to replace you?"

He waved his hand and said, "No, the people in the shrine can see at a glance whether I am true or false, and I will arrange things in a few days, and I will go up the mountain myself." ”

"But... Lord, this is clearly a conspiracy, a Hongmen banquet. ”

Amber rubbed his hands together and said.

Don't walk to the table, pick up a jade bracelet on the table and play with it.

"He has his schemes, I have my abacus, when I go to the Divine Palace, you will go and bring the eldest young master back. As for Zhaoyang, I have already asked the national teacher to see it in person, Zhaoyang's illness is not serious, but he was planted with a demon and fell asleep, and the national teacher said that if he can wake up, maybe it will be a good thing. ”

Amber looked at the woman on the bed with pity and said, "This group of bald donkeys who are not engaged in production, on the surface, have an incomparably glorious image and sacrifice themselves to save others, and they actually do this kind of thing. ”

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Zhaoyang was raised by Amber and has long been regarded as his granddaughter.

Elsewhere, he touched the jade bracelet and sighed: "In this era, human life is not valuable, and in those sects, human life is even more like a mustard." That's why I'm going to do something, something that really makes everyone in the world equal. ”

"By the way, the relief in the south should also be taken care of, and money, food, and clothing should be sent as soon as possible. As the number of victims increases, so do the number of patients, so be sure to prepare the doctors. ”

Farewell, put down the jade bracelet in his hand, picked up another cup of tea, and commanded Amber.

Amber bowed and went out.

Farewell, he turned his head to look at the county lord of Zhaoyang lying on the bed, and couldn't help pinching the teacup in his hand.

。。。

There is a cave in Jingzhu Zen Temple that no one knows, and this place was dug by himself when the abbot of the good was in retreat.

Later, this place was turned into a forbidden place by the good abbot, and no one could set foot without his permission.

The little Buddha sat in the cave in great distress, and it was rumored outside that he had moved his heart. In fact, he just saw that the woman was crying secretly, so he stepped forward to ask and comforted him, and finally the woman actually hugged him, and happened to be seen by those donors.

Somehow, the matter was reported to the elders.

In the end, although he also explained, it was still a step too late.

The three elders actually planted a nasal rakshasa for the woman.

The little Buddha sighed helplessly: "I'm really innocent." ”

"I heard that when the little master first arrived at the Jingzhu Monastery, he could listen to the Buddha's lecture as soon as he fell into a dream, and the old man was quite curious. ”

An old voice came into the ears of the little Buddha, but the little Buddha could not see where the person was.

"Dare to ask which senior is in my Buddha Gate Forbidden Land? Can you show up?"

The little Buddha looked around with a serious expression.

"Hehe, there's no need to show up, today the old body is just here to discuss this Dharma with the little master. ”

The voice rang out again.

"If the seniors don't show up, how can the little monk discuss the Dharma with the seniors?"

The little Buddha closed his eyes and relaxed his body.

Although I don't know who the owner of the voice is, what kind of place is this? This is the forbidden place of Jingzhu Zen Temple, a place specially used to stop the demons, and the ban set by the old abbot cannot be broken by ordinary people.

Therefore, the person who comes is either a person from the Buddhist sect or a senior master in the spiritual world. But either way, he couldn't do anything about it.

Although he has been able to listen to the Buddha's lectures in his dreams since he was a child, it doesn't mean anything.

Once you figure it out, you're relaxed.

You are a senior master, if you do it, I won't blink my eyes, after all, I close my eyes.

"I just heard the little master say that it's none of your business, but it's because of the little master's inquiry and persuasion that there are these things later, isn't it?"

Hearing this, the little Buddha just wanted to argue, but thought about it again.

After a while, the little Buddha nodded and said, "The little monk thought about it carefully, and it was indeed because of these. ”

"And if everything could be done all over again, would you still be like that?"

Hearing this, the little Buddha fell into contemplation again.

But after a while, the little Buddha suddenly woke up, and he said unhappily: "Did the predecessors come to discuss the Buddha with the little monk or did they come to plant demons for the little monk?"

The voice suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, it is rumored outside that the little master is the closest person to the Buddha, so who is the Buddha in your heart? Is it the Buddha who gives you the scriptures, or is it the good abbot? When there is no Buddha in the world, then who is the Buddha in the Buddha's heart? Who is sitting at the offering table?"

Listening to these words, the little Buddha said that he dissuaded himself from thinking about it, but the more he dissuaded, the more he would think about it.

The more I think about it, the more I can't figure it out, and the more I can't figure it out, the more I will think about it.

Eventually, the little Buddha spat out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.

"Alas, senior brother, why are you doing this?"

Two monks appeared at the entrance of the cave one after the other.

The monk who walked in front was the owner of the voice just now, and also the master of this forbidden land, the abbot of Lishan.

The person in the back is the master of the Jingzhu Zen Temple, Master Kong.

The abbot helped the little Buddha up and said, "This child's Buddha nature is very deep, and I said at the beginning that this child can become a Buddha." ”

Master Likong carried the aura and poured it into the body of the little Buddha.

Hearing this, Master Likong smiled bitterly: "But this is the way of this kid after all, if you deliberately interfere, there may be another junior brother." ”

Hearing the three words of the little junior brother, the abbot of Lishan was also silent.

But after a while, Abbot Lishan slowly spoke: "I believe in this child, this child is very pure. ”

He looked at the little Buddha in front of him, and remembered when the child first came to the monastery.

"But the county lord of Zhaoyang..."

Sora remembered the other protagonist of this incident.

After all, whether it is the background or the people's hearts, the county lord of Zhaoyang is not even comparable to ordinary princes.

Li Shan gently picked up the little Buddha and suddenly said to the outside of the cave: "The old island master has been here for so long, and you and I haven't seen each other for many years, why don't you come out and continue?"

An old man slowly walked out of the clouds and mist outside the cave, it was Sang Huaqing who came to Jingzhu Zen Temple to take a look.

Sang Huaqing walked down from the clouds, as if he was walking on flat ground.

"I haven't seen you for years, but you still haven't changed. ”

I don't know what Sang Huaqing refers to, but he recited the Buddha's name for both goodness and emptiness.

"Amitabha. ”

"This kid is a Buddha relic?"

Sang Huaqing looked at the little Buddha and suddenly asked.

He nodded.

Sang Huaqing looked at the good and said without a beginning or a tail: "Not bad." ”

Sora didn't know what the endless conversation between the two meant, but he knew who the person in front of him was.

Lishan hugged the little Buddha and said to Sang Huaqing: "Since the old island master has nothing to do, then the poor monk will take this child to breathe and recuperate first." ”

Sang Huaqing didn't stop him, nodded and followed.

After walking out of the forbidden place, he arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the mountain behind the Jingzhu Zen Temple.

When passing by the Scripture Pavilion, Sang Huaqing stopped.

Looking at the magnificent Scripture Pavilion in front of him, Sang Huaqing said to the good man in front of him: "There are quite a lot of books here, I want to go in and have a look." ”

Liao Shan turned his head to look at Sang Huaqing, and then nodded.

The sweeping old monk in the scripture pavilion put down the broom after seeing Sang Huaqing and recited the Buddha's name.

Sang Huaqing actually nodded slightly.

"Senior brother, isn't this appropriate?"

Said as he walked behind.

Liao Shan shook his head and said: "The old island master's cultivation has long been at the peak of his cultivation, there is nothing inappropriate, if you want to see it, just look at it." When Mingxin wakes up, you send him out. ”

Mingxin is the name of the little Buddha.

He nodded, and then thought of something and said to Shan: "By the way, the Eighth Prince's side has been using various forces to promote the location of the Demon Extermination Meeting. ”

Lishan thought about the eighth prince in his mind.

On weekdays, he looks approachable, but in fact, what he thinks in his heart, he is still a little clear.

"Alas, the seeds were planted when that incident happened, and all Huineng did was apply some fertilizer. After I pass away, if you can't solve some things, you will go to him for help. ”

This he, the empty knows who it is.

It was the one who had just stepped into the Scripture Pavilion.

He recited the Buddha name and said, "Provincial." ”

Mingxin, who was still in a coma, dreamed of something different at this time.

No longer as before, when you dream, you can see the gentle face of the Buddha.

What caught my eye was the rakshasas around them, and those rakshasas were all full of hideousness.

Looking at the faces of those rakshasas, Mingxin felt a chill in his heart for the first time.

Suddenly, there was a sound all around, and the words that were listened to carefully were what the man had just said.

Before the Buddha appeared, who was the real Buddha? Who was the person sitting at the offering table? Which Bodhisattva Vajra Buddha was?

This question kept surrounding Mingxin, and the repeated words pierced Mingxin's body like needles.

When Mingxin was just about to sit down and recite the Heart Sutra, a rakshasa suddenly shouted, "What are you doing when you sit down!?

Mingxin, who was drunk by this sentence, seemed to be stunned.

Suddenly, Mingxin's eyes went blank, and then an old monk in a shabby robe came from a distance.

Mingxin had never seen this person before, and the old monk walked up to Mingxin with a smile and raised his hand to touch Mingxin's head.

Mingxin only felt that his body was so warm and warm, as if he was being blown by a gust of spring breeze.

Slowly, Mingxin opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, Mingxin found that this was his resting place, and there was Master Kong sitting beside him.

"Ami..."

Mingxin, who was just about to recite the Buddha's name, suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, your demon has been born, and the abbot has decided to send you to the world." ”

After hearing this, Mingxin hurriedly asked, "Why did you send me out?

He smiled and touched Mingxin's head without speaking.

On a remote path in the back mountain of Jingzhu Zen Temple, Mingxin walked step by step with a Zen staff that was longer than others.

I still came out, no matter what the reason is, the road after that will definitely not be smooth sailing.

Although he had already made preparations, thinking about his cultivation in the middle realm, Mingxin smiled bitterly again.

Hongchen refining the heart, which heart is refining.