Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed on the narrow path of the three-star cave of the oblique moon.

The Taoist disciple who came to summon walked in front with a lantern, followed closely with Qingxin holding agarwood, and Yuxuan fell more than a foot away.

The insects, cicadas, birds and finches in the forest "squeaked" and chirped.

From time to time, Agarwood raised her head to look up at her fairy sister.

Along the way, Qingxin was indifferent and silent.

There was a faint hint of panic in those eyes, as if a child was about to face his uncertain future.

The hand holding the agarwood was tight and loose, and there seemed to be a trace of apprehension.

After a short time, the four of them saw the Concentration Palace, half of which was built against the mountain and half in the cave.

The simple and solemn hall is filled with a dim glow of fire shining through the windows on the side.

The door of this temple of concentration is not large.

Looking along the stone path in front of the door, in the ancient house, eight neat stone pillars are lined up on both sides, like a long and narrow tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, Subodhi sat cross-legged. Alone, he bowed his head and fiddled with the chessboard in front of him.

The firelight flickered slightly.

At this moment, Qingxin suddenly had an illusion.

It was as if what she was about to face was not the master who had been watching her grow up, but an old man who was so strange that she couldn't remember his face.

Maybe it was because she was afraid of this feeling that she didn't dare to see Taishang Laojun when she was in Tushi Palace.

A qiē with the monkey, all of them, she can comfort herself, that is not the original memory. Wind chimes are wind chimes, and finches are finches. Pure heart is pure heart. Although it is a past life and this life. But they are three completely different people.

Can you have two masters?

The Taoist disciple who led the way stepped aside, stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle Shi, please." ”

Qingxin nodded silently, let go of Agarwood's hand and stepped forward.

Agarwood hurriedly followed and held Qingxin.

Stopped, Qingxin touched Agarwood's head and said, "Go play with Sister Yuxuan." My sister is going to talk to my sister's master about something and will be back soon. ”

Agarwood looked at Qingxin blankly, and then turned her head to look at Yuxuan.

Yuxuan silently took a step forward and stretched out her hand.

"Go ahead. Qingxin smiled faintly.

Agarwood nodded. Reach out and hold Yuxuan.

With the agarwood, Yuxuan slowly walked towards the courtyard in front of the temple on the side.

Agarwood turns back three times one step at a time. Qingxin looked at him from afar, smiling.

After a while, until the agarwood disappeared around the corner, Qingxin cleaned up his mood a little, turned around, took a step, and walked towards Subodhi.

The fire "squeaked" and burst the candles.

Qingxin lightly stepped on the floor of the Concentration Palace.

Subodhi's hand holding the chess piece paused, and slowly glanced up.

"Coming back?"

Qingxin walked silently with his head tilted. There was no answer.

Walking up to Subodhi, she shook her sleeves. Kneeling on his knees, he kowtowed, "Disciple Qingxin, see master." ”

For a moment, Su Bodhi was stunned.

The original smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a hint of stunnedness.

Looking at the pure heart prostrate on the ground, after a short silence, a smile appeared on Su Bodhi's face again. But it's no longer the confident, unfathomable smile of the original.

"Why, when you come back from a trip, you become so outward?" Putting the chess pieces in the palm of his hand back into the chess basket, Su Bodhi stroked his long beard and sighed: "Although it is said that you are your master, it is really rare for you to give such a great gift to your teacher." ”

With that, Su Bodhi laughed.

Qingxin maintained his original posture motionlessly, not smiling, not answering.

The laughter abruptly stopped.

After a while, Su Bodhi coughed dryly and said, "Get up, excuse me." ”

"Master Xie. "The pure heart straightened up and knelt down, but his eyes were lowered and he did not look at Subodhi.

There was silence again in the Meditation Temple.

The wind whistled through the cracks in the curtain and blew into the temple, flickering the candles.

Su Bodhi quietly looked at Qingxin, and Qingxin silently looked at the messy chess pieces on the chessboard in front of Su Bodhi.

The shadows of the two of them fluttered slightly behind each other.

After a long time, Su Bodhi stretched out his hand to move the chessboard in front of him, and said softly: "You, is there anything you want to ask as a teacher?"

Qingxin shook his head and said, "Qingxin doesn't have anything to ask. ”

"Today, if you have anything you want to ask, ask it, and you will know everything for the teacher, and you will say everything. ”

"Qingxin doesn't have anything to ask. ”

"There's nothing you want to know?"

"What you want to know is already known, and what you don't want to know is also known. ”

"But there's a lot you don't know. ”

Raising his head and looking directly into Su Bodhi's gaze, Qingxin replied expressionlessly: "More, Qingxin doesn't want to know." ”

Suddenly, Su Bodhi smiled, a rare laugh.

He pursed his lips, frowned, and let out a long sigh with his hands folded.

"There are some things, even if you don't want to know, the teacher must let you know. ”

Qingxin's eyes lowered slightly, and he didn't say a word.

The hand unconsciously clenched the corners of the skirt.

"There are many things that you already know, but there are many more things that you don't know. What you don't know, and what wind chimes don't know. It's time for us masters and apprentices to have a good chat. It's time to talk about the long, 800-year-old thing. Slowly closing his eyes, Su Bodhi sighed softly like a dying old man: "You are a good boy, and so are wind chimes." I don't know the teacher of the finches, but ...... Presumably so. Wukong, what kind of blessing is it to be able to make the three of you fall in love at the same time?"

Qingxin slowly raised his head, blinked his eyes and looked at Su Bodhi and said, "If you go back to your master, Qingxin has not fallen in love with him, and she will not fall in love." He is loved by finches and wind chimes. And I am pure-hearted. ”

Hearing this, Su Bodhi couldn't help but laugh dryly: "Since you were a child, the master has always been used to you. That's because the teacher owed you in his previous life, and for the sake of the overall situation of the Three Realms, the teacher put you, as well as your senior brothers, on the gambling table as a bet, and bet against your master. In order to open up a new situation and make it possible for the golden cicada to preach. This thought. Do you understand?"

Qingxin quietly looked at Subodhi. There was no answer.

The two looked at each other silently. After a long time, Su Bodhi smiled faintly, lowered his head and sighed: "It's normal not to understand, and it's normal not to understand." When you were your age, you didn't understand so much. ”

Outside the window, the wind whistled, and a few fallen leaves swept through the window lattices and fell on the smooth floor.

Holding his knees, Subodhi slowly got up. You sighed: "Actually, being a teacher is a Bodhi tree, and the Three Realms have been in the world since they were born. ”

Step by step to the window, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and the few fallen leaves that fell on the floor rose into the air with the rolling air current, and flew out of the window along the same path.

Stretched out his hand and put down the bamboo curtain that had been put down.

Pushing back the gap in the bamboo curtain, Su Bodhi looked at the shadows of the trees swaying under the moonlight outside the window and said: "When I was first born, I was like them, I didn't know it, I didn't know it. It just grew quietly. ”

"One day. As a teacher, I suddenly wanted to know what the world looked like. So, it took 5,000 years to become a teacher. A pair of eyes grow. ”

"At that time, there was only water, only wind, and only earth in heaven and earth. There are no so-called monsters, and there are no gods and Buddhas. ”

"Looking at the barren world, I was very disappointed as a teacher. ”

So, in another 5,000 years, a pair of ears grew. ”

"Unfortunately, those ears could only hear thunder and the whirring of the wind. ”

"From beginning to end, the teacher can't even see, nor perceive, any of his companions. ”

"This world is so lonely. ”

When he said this, the corners of Subodhi's mouth raised a smile, which seemed to be mockery, but more like remembrance.

Qingxin listened quietly on the sidelines.

After a while, Su Bodhi was looking at the green leaves outside the window and said softly: "Later, I met many people for the teacher. That Master of Yours, Zhen Yuanzi, Yuan Shi Tianzun, and Tongtian Sect Master...... Also, Nuwa. ”

"The world should be colorful. So, a few of us worked together to create something else, something else, birds, beasts, plants and trees that were missing in heaven and earth. Nuwa also created human beings according to the image we had transformed. All of a sudden, the whole world was in an uproar. ”

"Yes...... After the uproar, many, many questions also came out. A few of us, there was a disagreement. Pursing his lips, Su Bodhi suddenly laughed, turned around and said, "But it doesn't matter, because this world has its own laws and heavenly ways." All the powers, no matter how strong you are, are actually just roundworms in the stomach of the Heavenly Dao. When all the qiē is created by us, it is actually out of our control and develops freely. The face of the world can never be shaped the way we want it to be, it can only grow into its own way. ”

"Sometimes, as a teacher, I think that what we did at the beginning was actually just a superfluous move. Even without us, the world would be what it is today. After a slight pause, Subodhi continued, "However, things have changed since then. ”

"What changes?" asked Qingxin softly.

"That's what happened...... Lao Jun has cultivated the way of heaven and cultivated to do nothing. Immediately afterwards, Shakyamuni, who should be regarded as a younger generation, also cultivated the Heavenly Dao, and he was selfless. Su Bodhi spread his hands, frowned as if he wanted to say something, pursed his lips and asked, "Do you know what Wuwei is?"

"Do nothing, do nothing. Omniscient, omnipotent. ”

"Yes. It's not all yet, but it's pretty much the same. Su Bodhi nodded and said, "To put it simply, Lao Jun has truly mastered heaven and earth. Of all the qiē between heaven and earth, there is no one who can escape his eyes and exceed his calculations. The entire Three Realms became like a potted plant in the courtyard of the Tushi Palace, and he could cultivate it as he wanted at will. ”

"So......" Qingxin asked suspiciously, "you are going to oppose him collectively?"

At this question, Su Bodhi suddenly laughed, waved his hand and said, "No, the cause and effect of this will be explained in detail by the teacher." (To be continued......)

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