Huaguo Mountain.

Ah Zi covered the Yanluo mirror above his head, hid his body and primordial spirit, and landed on Huaguo Mountain.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the ancient cypress and pine, the birds and beasts, the strange flowers and fruits, the dazzling array is full of vitality.

Purple qi comes from the east, and the aura is like mist.

A fairyland on earth, but that's it.

He stood and watched for a long time.

Have mixed feelings about.

In the end, it turned into a sigh without sadness or joy.

"Huaguoshan, I'm here. ”

Ah Zi's childish face is hung with vicissitudes that do not match it.

Took a deep breath.

Drain the depressed qi in the chest, and then fill the whole body with the unique aura of Huaguo Mountain.

Moment.

The mood is bright.

I picked a wild fruit at my feet.

A knee-high herb with clusters of red fingernail-sized seeds at the top.

Chew.

Full of bitterness.

Ah Zi stuck out her tongue.

As he was frowning, a strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

For a moment, the soul seemed to have the illusion of being washed away by a clear stream.

Ah Zi reached out again and picked a fruit seed.

"It hurts!"

Suddenly, a girl's painful voice sounded beside her.

Ah Zi was stunned.

Look around.

Empty.

Ah Zi threw the seeds into her mouth.

Confused, something suddenly came to mind.

Keep your head down.

Staring at the grass and trees with fruit seeds under his feet, he said, "You were crying out for pain just now, right?"

The grass and trees may have been stared at unnaturally by Ah Zi.

In the middle of the sound, an aggrieved voice came again: "My fruit seeds are very bitter, you pick one and forget it, and pick the second one." ”

"Interesting. ”

Ah Zi's eyes widened, and he said, "Huaguo Mountain is really magical, you are a little ......."

Ah Zi was halfway through his words, when the grass and tree suddenly interrupted: "Wait, please don't tell me what I am." ”

"Why?" said Zi with interest.

"There's a damn monkey who will come back and tell me one day. ”

The voice of the grass and trees was a little melancholy.

"I've been waiting for him. ”

"Your name is Xiaocao?" Ah Zi said in astonishment.

"How do you know?" Xiaocao's voice was equally surprised.

"I've seen a monkey ......"

......

A few days later.

The peach grove of Huaguo Mountain.

A brand new school was built.

There is a plaque hanging in front of the school.

"Payroll".

Bottom right.

"One hundred and four".

Four small characters, juan Xiu neat, bright red as blood.

A piece of news spread in Huaguo Mountain.

There is an old immortal who descended on Huaguo Mountain and opened a dojo called "Liuxingtang" in Huaguo Mountain.

The old immortals want to educate sentient beings and teach sentient beings the way to immortality.

After fiddling with a few magical powers.

Huaguo Mountain, who was in the spiritual qi cylinder but couldn't practice, exploded all of a sudden.

In the "salary hall", tigers, leopards, insects, wolves, butterflies, birds, rats and foxes, all kinds of birds and animals are endless.

However, the old immortal of the "Salary Hall" has a problem for the apprentices.

The shelves in the study room of the school are full of books, not only the various cultivation methods of the demon clan, but also the classics of Buddhism and Taoism.

And what is surprisingly consistent in those books is that each book is sprinkled with thousands of words, but there is no graphic marginal note.

So here's the problem, the animals in Huaguo Mountain can speak, but they can't read a single word.

As a result, literacy became a priority.

Huaguo Mountain, the souls of all beings, a wave of literacy, surging vigorously.

......

Fangcun Mountain.

The monkey jumped down from between the branches.

In the dark.

The monkey's gaze fell on the stone tablet next to the cave door.

"Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, oblique moon three-star cave. ”

An inscription seems to hide a supreme mystery.

The monkey didn't blink.

The gaze gradually blurred.

Stood for a long time.

It seems like a stone in Huaguo Mountain.

The wind is upside down.

The sun and the moon alternate.

Time flies like a white horse.

In a hurry.

Spring and summer have passed.

The door of the three-star cave is closed, and the silk pattern does not move.

No entry and no exit.

......

Fangcun Mountain, 300 miles to the west.

A human town.

"Walking is also Zen, sitting is also Zen, silent speech, movement and static body are safe. ”

A young monk with clear eyebrows walks down the bustling street.

His eyes were looking around, but his mouth was muttering.

"The Dharma is in the world, and it is not separated from the world, and seeking Bodhi when it leaves the world is like seeking the horns of a rabbit. ”

"They all say that the Dharma is in the world, but they all hide in the spiritual mountain and don't come out. ”

"I said that I wanted to enter the world, but the temples were built deep in the mountains. ”

“......”

Muttered for a long time.

The young monk finally sighed and said: "Alas, it should be like this: 'The Dharma is in the world, never leaving the world, and entering the world to seek Bodhi is just like seeking the horns of a rabbit.'" ’”

Uncle Bodhi is 30,000 years old, and the young monk is ordered by the Shizun to go down to Lingshan to pay homage to the ancestor of Bodhi.

How do you think that the monk went out for the first time, in the mortal dust, he got lost.

In the intervening years, half a year has passed.

A strong fragrance hits.

The young monk's spirits were shocked, and his eyes fell on a vendor selling jar chickens in front of him.

A few steps rushed up, salivating.

When the stall owner saw it, he waved his hand and drove away: "I don't have a relationship here, go away." ”

The young monk was not annoyed, and happily took out a piece of gold: "I buy it, but you can't sell it?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, quickly took the gold ingot, and kept saying, "Sell, sell." ”

The young monk grabbed a chicken and munched on it with relish.

There are passers-by pointing and pointing.

An old man passed by, shook his head, and sighed.

The young monk followed the old man, his mouth full of oil, and asked, "Why is the old man sighing?"

The old man frowned and said: "The old man believes in Buddhism, and he can't see a flower monk like you." ”

The young monk said, "Why did the old man say this?"

The old man laughed angrily: "If the old man is not mistaken, among the ten precepts of Buddhism, there are two precepts: not to kill, not to accumulate gold and silver treasures?"

The young monk said, "Yes, there are those two precepts. ”

The old man scolded: "What kind of monk are you who have committed these two precepts?"

The young monk said with a serious face: "The old man's words are wrong. ”

The old man said: "What's the matter, even the words are typed?"

The young monk said: "Dare to ask the old man, when did the little monk kill him?"

The old man said: "The chicken you eat in your mouth is not killing?"

The young monk argued: "First, it was not killed by the little monk, second, it was not killed for the little monk, and third, even if the little monk did not eat it, it would have been killed. Buddhism also has 'three pure meat', so the little monk eats meat, which is not the same as killing. ”

The old man choked: "You are quibbling!"

The young monk said slowly: "Dare to ask the old man, don't you need money to barter in the mortal world?"

The old man said: "Of course you have to use money." ”

The young monk said: "So on the premise of abiding by the rules, the little monk also gave the vendor an extra two dollars, and cater to the core teachings of Buddhism to do good, is it wrong?"

The old man said: "Then you can turn into a fate." ”

The young monk said: "The vendor owner just now has already said in advance: he will not give fate. ”

The old man said: "Then you can find someone who is willing to give you a fate." ”

The young monk divided five by two, swallowed the whole chicken in a few moments, stared at the old man, and said, "Then the old man, can you give the little monk another braised chicken?"

The old man was so angry that he trembled: "Get out! The old man doesn't want to give you alms even if he feeds the dogs!"

Angry and angry, the Buddha sleeves left.

The young monk spread his hands helplessly.

"That's not it. ”