"Save ...... Save me......" The woodcutter was healed by the milky white ripples, and stretched out his hand to Guanhua with difficulty, as if to touch Guanhua's bald head.

"Little monk. A familiar voice suddenly came, and Guanhua looked up happily, but saw Xu Lu slowly emerging from the darkness, struggling to walk.

It wasn't until closer that Qinghui sprinkled down, and Guanhua found that Xu Lu's clothes were disheveled, as if he had been torn, and the delicate blue yarn was broken into strips of cloth, hanging on Xu Lu's delicate body.

"Female Bodhisattva!" Guanhua exclaimed, he did not avoid it at the first time, but looked at Xu Lu with concern, exploring what happened to her.

Xu Lu showed a difficult smile and said slowly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

She approached step by step, and Guanhua only paid attention to her, but she didn't notice that the milky white ripples in her hands gradually became black.

Just when Xu Lu finally sat down next to the little monk, he suddenly raised his hand, and he quickly stopped it. Before Guanhua could see what was happening, she was pushed away by Xu Lu with a palm.

That palm was weak and weak, but for some reason, it pushed the flower far away.

Just when he was surprised to see the flowers, he saw that where he was sitting, there was a flow of red blood.

Looking at the source along the blood, a hole suddenly appeared in the woodcutter's neck, bleeding endlessly.

Guanhua was stunned for a moment, he knew what was happening, but he couldn't believe it.

Xu Lu killed the woodcutter and pushed him away in order to prevent the blood from staining his moon-white monk's robe.

"Little monk, you can't cross people. ”

Xu Lu smiled sadly and said again.

"I'll come. Then he fell to the ground and fell to a pool of blood.

In the meditation room of the temple.

One old and one young, two monks sit opposite each other.

The candlelight is ethereal, like a human heart, chaotic like hemp.

"How is it to look at flowers, to eat a spoonful, to drink, to live in a humble room?" the old monk asked.

Watching the flowers is silent, and the eyes are closed.

The old monk said: "Although it is Confucianism, it is also in line with the essence of my Buddha's five aggregates are empty, and I should not change my happiness." ”

Guanhua still frowned and said nothing.

The old monk asked, "Are you thinking about women?"

Guanhua said: "Master, you once said that you understand women very well, but later you understood too much, so you became a monk." ”

The old monk smiled: "Yes, I said it." ”

Guanhua said: "What the master understands should not be a woman, but a person." ”

The old monk said: "How else can you say that you have a rare wisdom root." ”

Guanhua said: "What kind of woman is that." ”

The old monk said, "I forgot." ”

Guanhua said: "How can you forget?"

The old monk said, "How about telling you a story?"

Guanhua said: "Listen to me." ”

The old monk said:

When I was a young monk, I walked on a muddy road with my senior brother.

When I walked to a shoal, I saw a beautiful maiden staggering there. She was dressed in a silk robe, which made it impossible for her to stride across the shallows

"Come on, little girl, I'll carry you over. The senior brother said and carried the girl on his back.

After the shallows, he put the little girl down, and we moved on.

I followed my brother, unhappy along the way, but he was silent. In the evening, after staying in the monastery, I couldn't help but ask my senior brother, "We monks must keep the precepts and not get close to women, why are you carrying that woman across the river today?"

"You're talking about that woman! I put her down a long time ago, and you're still worried about it?"

After the story was finished, the old monk quietly looked at the flowers.

Guanhua suddenly raised her head and burst into tears: "Master, I can't let go of ......"

There should never be a woman in the monastery. In the monk's meditation room, there should be no women.

But in the room where the flowers were viewed, there was a woman, a woman who was not covered by her clothes, but she was very beautiful.

Guanhua brought vegetarian porridge and put it next to Xu Lu's bed, and was about to go out.

Xu Lu suddenly called out to him: "Little monk." ”

Guanhua turned her back to Xu Lu, clasped her hands together and said, "What does Miss Xu command?" ”

The girl Xu he shouted is no longer a female bodhisattva.

Xu Lu said: "For two days here, I was still wearing this shabby clothes. ”

Guanhua said: "The monk's clothes are next to Miss Xu's pillow, as long as Miss Xu doesn't dislike it, you can wear the clothes of the little monk." ”

Xu Lu said: "I can't even get out of bed, you put food and clothing in front of me, I can only watch, but I can't touch it, it's better not to see it." ”

She said something, and she understood it, but she didn't dare to think deeply.

Guanhua said: "Men and women are not kissed, and letting Miss Xu cultivate in the little monk's room is already breaking the vows." I only hope that Miss Xu can tell the little monk where he lives, and let the little monk send Miss Xu home. ”

Xu Lu said: "How can I have a home......"

Guanhua was silent, he had been asking around for the past two days, and he really didn't ask which family had a girl named "Xu Lu".

Xu Lu said again: "Little monk, you purify all sentient beings, the rabbit can be saved, the woodcutter can be saved, can't I save it?"

Guanhua said: "Miss Xu is a demon. ”

Xu Lu sighed wordlessly, the two of them were like this, and they were silent for a long time.

The little monk didn't go out, he wanted to feed Xu Lu, he wanted to heal her, and he was even worried about whether it would be difficult for her to go out without paying tribute for two days.

But he didn't dare face her.

She is a demon, but she is not a murderer who is a disaster in the world, but a demon in his heart.

The Buddha said that Pudu, the murderer, and the pig killer, in the eyes of monks in his realm, there is not much difference. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot, why can't Xu Lu cross.

But she is his inner demon, he doesn't dare to face her, she is not all beings, not all things.

She is the light of his life, the fire of his desires, his sin, his soul.

It's a demon that he can't get over.

Xu Lu spoke again, with a smile in her words, she didn't look back at the flowers, and she couldn't see the tears flowing on her face: "Little monk, tell me a story again." ”

Guanhua was silent for a moment and said: "There is a story in Buddhism called 'Three Refuges', Miss Xu is willing to listen to it." ”

Xu Lu said: "I have always liked to listen to your story. ”

Ikebana:

The Buddha said, "Three Refuges:

Take refuge in the Buddha, two-legged.

Convert to the law and leave the desire.

Take refuge in the Sangha, the most respected of all.

Take refuge in the Buddha and do not fall into hell.

Convert to the law, and do not fall into hungry ghosts.

Take refuge in the Sangha and do not fall into the next life.

Self-refuge in the Buddha, one should wish all sentient beings to understand the Great Dao and have a supreme mind.

Self-refuge in the law, should wish all sentient beings, go deep into the scriptures, wisdom like the sea.

Self-refuge in the Sangha, should wish all sentient beings, rule the masses, everything is unhindered, and the southern saints.

And the story of the three refuges is about an old monk who was always patronized by thieves. And it came to pass, that day, when the thief came again, he said to the thief, "Put your hand through the crack in the door, and I will give you whatever you want."

The thief was overjoyed when he heard this, and put his hand through the crack in the door. The old monk grabbed his hand, tied him to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting as he beat him back: Take refuge in the Buddha!

The thief shouted for mercy, and the old monk just read it over and over again:

Take refuge in the Buddha.

Convert to the law.

Take refuge in the Sangha.

The thief was in great pain, and after a few times, he could only reluctantly follow the old monk and chant together:

Take refuge in the Buddha.

Convert to the law.

Take refuge in the Sangha.

Guanhua recites the three refuges over and over again, which is a common means of persuading people to be good, chanting many times, and those who hear it will always say the same thing.

After a few times, Xu Lu really joined him, reciting the three refuges.

Viewing Flowers: Taking Refuge in Buddha.

Xu Lu: Take refuge in the Buddha.

Viewing flowers: taking refuge in accordance with the law.

Xu Lu: Convert to the law.

Viewing flowers: taking refuge in monks.

Xu Lu suddenly said, "No." ”

Guanhua said: "What's wrong?"

Xu Lu said: "You read it with me." ”

Guanhua said: "Okay." ”

Xu Lu: Take refuge in the Buddha.

Viewing Flowers: Taking Refuge in Buddha.

Xu Lu: Convert to the law.

Viewing flowers: taking refuge in accordance with the law.

Xu Lu burst into tears, her voice trembled, and she said the last sentence: Refuge...... Miss Xu.

(The plot of this chapter is derived from "Three Refuges" sung by Xiao Qu'er)