The return of the precepts, although it brought waves to Jutong Temple, finally returned to peace.

As far as the precepts are concerned, the 'little junior brother of the precepts' is just one of the many irrelevant junior brothers, which is a little eye-catching.

Although the old monks of Jutong Temple attached great importance to the 'precepts', they scoffed at the precepts. If in this world, the heavenly power is directly converted into strength, then the immortal Buddha in the sky is afraid that it has already swelled to an immeasurable number.

And Chu He had no intention of shaking in front of the precepts, so as not to be seen as flawed.

Although the deity's turning technique is wonderful, it is not enough to become a capital for unprovoked death.

With the daily practice of practice, Chu He stayed in Jutong Temple for nearly three years.

In the past three years, Chu He has quickly cultivated the golden pill with the accumulation of resources and the addition of talents, and comprehended the divine feet of Buddhism and the two magical powers of Tianyan, which are even more liked by the old monks in the temple.

Such an outstanding limelight made Chu He gradually isolated among the disciples of Jutong Temple, to the point where money was uneven.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Chu He only uses money to open the way on weekdays, but does not care about interpersonal relationships.

In the eyes of other little monks, he is a stupid son of a landlord with low emotional intelligence and okay talent.

In the past three years, in addition to practicing and playing a little monk perfectly, Chu He has a close relationship with the Xingdian monk, and even the relationship between them is more like that of master and apprentice.

Chu He had thought about it a long time ago, Yang Chan's so-called routine of stealing relics was too simple and too low-end, not only easy to expose, but also risky.

And Chu He plans to change and change his routine.

Let yourself rightfully inherit the mantle of the upheaval, including the relics of the other party.

In this way, the risk is minimized, not only is there less danger of being detected, but also the possibility of Yang Jiao's resurrection being detected is greatly reduced.

On this day, the sun is just right, still warm, and it is still the second floor of the No. 1 Warp Building.

The monk was already so hungry that he was skinny, as thin as a child, and the gray monk's robe, which was originally rough and wide, was draped over him like a huge sheet.

Of course, the monks of Jutong Temple did not abuse him.

Instead, the stomach of the monk has begun to rot first, and the whole person exudes an outdated atmosphere.

"Master, just take a bite!" Chu He looked at the monk with teary eyes, although he didn't show such emotion in his heart, he was a little embarrassed after all.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

After nearly three years of contact, he really felt what a true monk should look like, and it also reversed Chu He's prejudice and impression of Buddhism.

Although the monk Xingdian was already hungry, he only had to breathe out and not intake, but he stubbornly shook his head: "I am no longer done, my great life is coming." If you eat any more, you are wasting food. Although the temple is rich, there are still many little monks who can't eat enough, so give them all my mouthful!"

The monk Xingdian spoke unfavorably, and Chu He listened to these words intermittently.

He said this calmly, without any abundant emotions, not a performative speech, this is what he thinks in his heart, and he is the same as he is inside.

"I've spent almost three years trying to dissolve the anger in your heart. It's a pity... I'm afraid that I don't practice enough monks, so I won't be able to do it!" In the dim eyes of the monk, a wonderful light suddenly appeared, and the traces of the official return to the light returned.

His words surprised Chu He.

I almost couldn't help but shoot.

But he hurriedly stopped, and there were some monks from Jutong Temple outside, who were spontaneously chanting scriptures and praying for the monks, just like he did it, he would definitely leave traces and fall short.

"How did he see through me? Could it be that he had really cultivated some amazing supernatural powers?" Chu He was puzzled in his heart.

The monk said, "Do you know the color of water?"

Chu Hedao: "Master, water has no color. ”

The monk said, "Yes, water has no color, so when any color comes close to it, it can change into whatever color." You've been with me for three years, how can I not see you clearly?"

Chu He's tense nerves relaxed.

"I see, there is a cloud in the Tao Te Ching: goodness is like water. Although the monk is a Buddhist monk, his mind is clear to a certain extent, but he has the same destination. His heart is as clear as water, without any impurities, and I can't hide myself in front of him. On the contrary, the so-called great monks of Jutong Temple, all of them have higher cultivation than me, but none of them can see my true body. Chu He thought to himself.

After I die, there will be three relics, one for meditation, one for guidance, and one for rebirth. I will send a message, three relics, all left to you, as a thought. I don't expect you to make much change because of me, I just hope to help you a little more. The Master began to gasp sharply, and as he spoke, the air he exhaled was already mixed with the smell of rancidity.

His internal organs were all necrotic, and he was still alive to speak, perhaps because of faith, or perhaps because he was different.

Chu He knelt on the ground and kowtowed firmly.

At this moment, he finally truly recognized the teachings of Master Xingdian.

The other party didn't teach him any divine skills, but this kind of character made Chu He see a different side of the world.

People often think that the world is all the same color because of their own color.

But if you jump out of yourself, you will find that it is colorful.

"Do you regret it? I believe that if you really want to, you will definitely be able to practice, and you will definitely be able to go a long way and a long time together as a monk. Chu He asked.

Master Xingdian gasped and said, "Regret? Birth, old age, sickness and death are a life practice, and it is incomplete without anything. I am cultivating the Buddha in my heart, not the Buddha in the eyes of others, whether I will live forever, whether I can appear in front of others, what difference does it make to me?"

"In that case, why do you need to have a Buddha?" Chu He suddenly asked again, if this word spreads, as a disciple of Buddhism, it will really be a big rebellion.

Fortunately, at this moment, there are only two people, him and Master Xingdian.

The excitement in Master Xingdian's eyes gradually began to dim: "Because all living beings are suffering." ”

"The obsessive, the hateful, the wandering, the confused... ”

"Do you need the guidance of the Buddha?" Chu He unconsciously took off his disguise and asked with a sneer on his face.

Master Xingdian shook his head with difficulty: "Someone needs to go first, go for a walk, break through, take a look, and then tell the world what he sees, hears, thinks, and perceives." The Buddha does not tell the world what to do, but lights the road ahead and allows them to choose for themselves. After all, the hardships of life need to be borne by everyone, but when there is a lamp that can still illuminate the sweet spring ahead, then I think... No one thinks it's that bitter!"

"And this forerunner, the one who lights up the dark nothingness, seems to me... It's the Buddha. ”

Chu He was finally completely moved.

But Master Xingdian seemed to want to say everything he had to say in one breath.

"In the past three years, you have copied 3,000 books. When I die, you will burn my body with these three thousand scrolls. Then I'll copy three thousand volumes!"