It's dawn again, and it's sunny after the rain.

The rain and dew, frost and baht hang on the festival, and the green leaves linger, which can't stop the coolness from entering the soil.

The little monk came to the back mountain again and meditated.

"All the ways to do things, like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, should be ......observed as such."

The Buddhist scriptures are low, but they don't know that such self-deception is already going astray.

Everything is false, and everything is true.

The old monk couldn't stop the spread of the news, and he had no intention of stopping it, if it was a catastrophe, if it was difficult, he must face it himself.

Therefore, when I went out on the street on the second day, I knew that a female corpse was found yesterday in the bamboo forest behind the mountain. The gossip described the appearance of the female corpse in great detail, but Guanhua didn't bother to listen.

He knew that it was the woman she regarded as a demon in her heart, for no reason, even if he couldn't identify it from the form passed down by word of mouth, he could know it.

The old monk thought that he would meditate and retreat, meditate and participate in meditation, comprehend on his own, and break the demons in his heart. Unexpectedly, in the afternoon of the same day, I went to the bamboo forest again and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

After a while, the fluffy touch came, and when Guanhua opened his eyes, a white rabbit was rubbing the soles of his feet.

Guanhua picked it up, and the rabbit was dying, and his life was short.

Holding a white rabbit in his arms, white ripples reverberate in bursts, enveloping the rabbit in it.

"Why are there always small animals injured these days? Thinking together, I thought of the woman who died here yesterday, and Guanhua didn't understand her crazy behavior at that time, and suddenly thought, "She's asking for help?"

Humans are different from animals, especially women, who are the most unpredictable, and what they think in their hearts must always be pointed out by men.

She's crying for help.

This thought kept lingering in the little monk's mind, what kind of assistance did the woman's crazy and strange behavior need?

If the milky white ripples in his arms are substantial, they will oscillate disorderly at this time, just like the mind of a little monk.

He's messing around.

He was smart and thoughtful, and he quickly figured out how the woman wanted him to save.

It's not an external injury, it's not an attack, it's a demon.

The woman's behavior was disorderly and reckless, and her mind was clearly distracted. She is not a demon, but a person who is disturbed by demons. What happened to her, and was she panicked and desperate about it?

Where her demons come from, Guanhua doesn't know, but he knows that he can save her.

All living beings are equal, the rabbit can be saved, why can't the woman be saved.

Did he do it wrong?

Whether his Buddha mind is too narrow-minded or not, I don't know if it's unclear, so he makes judgments and condemns people to death.

When the mind was confused, the milky white ripples in his arms, unconsciously mixed with black gas, the white rabbit's eyes were red, as if he was strangled by his throat, and his legs and feet could not struggle, so he could only convulse hard.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering...... "The Heart Sutra rises again, but it does not come from the mouth of the flower, but only enters the ear of the flower.

The flickering candlestick in the consciousness seemed to be blessed by the scriptures, and gradually calmed the turmoil.

A trace of clarity seems to have found an opportunity to take advantage of, like a retracement of incense, overflowing like a mind.

"Because there is nothing to gain, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, ??。Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva "Watching the flowers chant together with the voice, and the mind is finally settled. He still hasn't opened his eyes, and he can't see that the white rabbit in his arms is dead, the black qi has dissipated, and the milky white ripples are still rippling, repairing the white rabbit.

"Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, Bodhisattva Bha. The last few words fell, like a Zen sound, and the mind was clear.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't see the white rabbit in his arms.

The blue long veil in front of her rises and falls in the wind, revealing a girl's face.

When I saw this person, I lost my mind for a moment. What he thought in his heart was this the woman who asked him for help yesterday? What was in front of him now was his own demons or the spirit of his obsession.

The girl put one hand behind her back, clasped her palms together, and smiled brightly: "Hello little master." ”

Guanhua heard the words clearly, this person's voice was not half similar to yesterday, and when he heard it, he knew that it was the sound of chanting, and it was the benefactor who pulled him back to the world from the demons in his heart.

Guanhua got up, folded his hands and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva." ”

The girl's smile did not decrease, and she showed two tiger teeth, and said, "Why do you want to thank me." ”

Guanhua said: "The little monk escaped into the demons, but fortunately, the female Bodhisattva gave guidance to let the little monk get out of trouble." ”

The girl said, "I see, then I will accept your gratitude." ”

Guanhua said: "I don't know the female Bodhisattva, have you ever seen a white rabbit, just lying in the arms of the little monk." The little monk disappeared after he fell into the devil. ”

The girl said, "Where did the rabbit come from in the bamboo forest?"

Guanhua scratched her bald head and said, "Aren't there rabbits in the bamboo forest?"

The girl said: "Bamboo is cold, rabbits are cold." Moreover, there are many snakes in the bamboo forest, and it is difficult for rabbits to live in the bamboo forest. ”

Guanhua said: "I got the guidance of the female Bodhisattva again, and the little monk thanked me." But in his heart, he had been here many times to heal the rabbit's wounds, and he didn't know where the wounds came from, nor where the rabbits came from, or even if they were the same rabbits.

The girl suddenly said: "Don't call me a female bodhisattva anymore, my name is Xu Lu, how do you call the little master?"

Guanhua replied truthfully: "The little monk is called Guanhua." ”

The girl Xu Lu said: "What a strange legal name. ”

Guanhua said: "Indeed, the little monk doesn't know why it is such a legal name, the other brothers in the temple are all 'line' characters, and the only little monk is the 'view' generation." ”

Xu Lu said: "Is 'viewing' smaller than 'action'?"

Guanhua said: "The word 'Guan' is not in the lineage. 'Virtue is forever eternal', the family teacher is the 'virtue' generation, and the little monk should be in the 'line' generation. ”

Xu Lu laughed out loud and said: "Does your master think that you are 'not good' and let you stand by and watch, so it is not called 'walking' flowers, but 'viewing' flowers." ”

Guanhua said: "The female Bodhisattva is right, since this is the case, the little monk should look at where the flowers are." ”

Xu Lu pointed at the bridge of his nose with his index finger and said, "Me, do you think I look like a flower?"

Guanhua shook his head sincerely and said: "It's not like it, it's not like it, the female Bodhisattva is not half like a flower." ”

Xu Lu was not annoyed, and said, "Then what do you think I think?"

Guanhua said in a more sincere tone: "Like a fairy." ”

Xu Lu was overjoyed when she heard this, and laughed wildly: "I can't see that you are small and bald, so you can make girls happy." ”

Guanhua said: "The monks don't speak, and the little monk's sentences are true." The female bodhisattva is indeed like a fairy, but there is something bad about it. ”

Xu Lu said: "What's wrong?"

Guanhua said: "It's too thin, if the female Bodhisattva is fatter, she will really look like the female Bodhisattva under my Buddha seat." ”

Xu Lu laughed, almost out of breath.

The little monk folded his hands and lowered his head, waiting for her to finish laughing.

But he didn't see it, behind Xu Lu, holding a dead white rabbit with one hand.