Bai Hao stepped on the stairs one step at a time, and in an instant, the world changed, the yellow sand rolled, covering the sky and the sun, like a waterfall, rising high, rolling towards Bai Hao, and in an instant, Bai Hao and the two were buried underneath, Bai Hao only felt that a white light flashed in front of him, and everything had changed.

In the hall of the Buddha hall, under the dim candlelight, there is a small novice knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the true scriptures.

The night was quiet, the breeze gently blew the candle flame, the candlelight swayed, driving the figure to shake constantly, at this time a moth flew in from the window, and hit the candle flame.

"Huh-" With a violent burn, the moth immediately dispersed into a cloud of smoke and dust, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke, which drifted away with the wind.

"Alas—" A sigh came, but it was an old monk outside the hall who let out a sigh when he saw the moth turn to ashes in the air.

"Mingxin, you took off the lampshade again, how many times have I said it, the monks are compassionate, sweeping the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, cherishing the moth yarn lamp, you just don't listen, in the past, you worked hard to enter the Buddha's door, and now it seems that you really have no relationship with my Buddha, so it seems that you will go down and go home tomorrow, but are you not convinced?" The old monk's face was slightly angry.

Who knows, hearing the old monk's words, Mingxin shook his head, "Mingxin doesn't know what's wrong, why do you want to go down the mountain and leave." ”

"What's wrong?

"I don't know. ”

"Well, let me ask you, there are lampshades in the temple, why did you take them off and hurt the moths. The old monk asked angrily.

After the old monk finished speaking, Mingxin raised his head, looked at the old monk, knelt on the futon, and asked slowly, "The master asked me to answer truthfully." ”

"Naturally as it is. ”

"Well, master, may I ask the moth's life or did I hurt the moth's life or did the candle fire hurt the moth's life. ”

"Naturally, it's a candle flame. ”

"Even if it's a candle flame, what does it have to do with me?"

"This is a sophistry, if you don't take off the lampshade, how can the candle flame hurt the moth?"

"What does it matter to me, though I took the lampshade, that I have neither burned the moth with a flame nor drawn it into the fire, nor that the moth has gone to put out the fire?"

Hearing Mingxin's words, the old monk was immediately furious, and shouted: "What does it have to do with you? Let me ask you, do you know that moths are fighting fires?"

"Yes. ”

"I know, why not stop it. ”

"Why stop. ”

"The nature of a moth is to put out fire, and the nature of a monk is to be compassionate, so how can you bear to watch a moth fight a fire? ”

Mingxin smiled faintly, his eyes were as calm as water, he looked at the old monk quietly, and said lightly: "Master, you said that the nature of a moth is to chase fire, and the nature of a monk is compassion, so if you put a candle on the lampshade, is it for your nature to strangle his nature?"

Mingxin's voice fell, and the old monk's face changed instantly, and he looked at Mingxin coldly, but Mingxin, who said this, had no intention of stopping at all, but continued: "The monk talks about compassion and purifying all sentient beings, and it is the sincere nature of sentient beings. Now that the master wants to kill the moths because of his own nature, how can he talk about being a monk, and how can he claim to be compassionate?"

The old monk listened to Mingxin in a daze, his face turned red, and he stayed in place, and after a while, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the old body fell backwards.

Next to him, Mingxin, who noticed this, instantly changed his face, quickly turned around, took the old monk in his arms, and seriously wiped the blood from the corner of the old monk's mouth.

Looking at the worry on Mingxin's face without the slightest disguise, the old monk smiled and said slowly: "Mingxin, I am relieved to see you like this, I don't blame you for this today, since it is a dispute of truth, it is natural that I can't back down, but I didn't expect to argue with others for a lifetime, and finally lose in the hands of my own disciples, I should be happy." ”

Mingxin shook his head, knelt in front of the old monk, and said in a low voice: "Mingxin is not filial, and he is angry with the master, this is a big crime, please punish the master." ”

"You little guy, this kind of thing is more clear, what do you want me to punish you, to be honest, I am very happy to have you as a disciple in this life, because you are too smart, I have been training you, saying that you are afraid that you will go on the wrong path, today's debate is lost in the hands of your little guy, and my spirit is gone, I will not live long, so, in the end, can you little guy answer a question that I have been having. ”

"Please tell the master clearly. ”

The old monk smiled faintly, "Since this is the case, I will make it clear, why did you enter the Buddha Gate?"

Hearing the old monk's question, Mingxin did not answer quickly, but was silent for a long time before finally saying slowly: "In order to seek an answer, in order to seek a truth." ”

The old monk was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Mingxin to answer like this, and slowly asked, "What is the answer?

"The answer of the heart, the truth of the world. This time, Mingxin replied quickly.

"The answer to the heart, the truth of the world. The old monk muttered to himself, repeated Mingxin's words, smiled suddenly, and then looked at Bai Hao, "You really ask for these two things." ”

"Really. ”

"Is there any other place to ask for but the Buddha?"

"Yes. ”

"Well, after I pass away, I think you will go to other places to practice, in this case, under my bed, there is a box, which contains the letters I wrote to the presiding officer of every temple in Zhao Kingdom, and whichever temple you want to enter in the future, I will give my letter to which temple, this is my last wish, can I do it?"

Mingxin nodded, and the old monk smiled slightly, like a Buddha holding flowers, and closed his eyes peacefully.

The old monk passed away, Mingxin spent seven days to deal with the old monk's funeral, then left the temple, the host passed away, Mingxin was not qualified to become the host, can only leave the temple, go to other temples to practice, before leaving, Bai Hao according to the old monk's last words, the box of letters, started the journey.

The first place Mingxin went to was the Negative Yin Temple, which was closest to him.

The negative yin temple is located on the negative yin mountain, because the mountain is close to the county seat, so the negative yin temple is very prosperous.

Before Mingxin came to the mountain gate of the Negative Yin Temple, he explained his origin to the disciples who guarded the door, and asked the host to take him in to practice in the temple, and the disciples who guarded the door looked at Mingxin and nodded, "You wait, I'll go and tell the host." ”

"Okay, by the way, I also have a letter from the tutor to the host, please bring it with me. Mingxin took out the letter and handed it to the disciple who guarded the door and brought it to the host of Negative Yin Mountain.

After a while, the disciple who guarded the door turned back, glanced at Mingxin, and said disdainfully: "You go, our host said that we will not take you in here to practice." ”

Mingxin was stunned for a moment, and then made a joke, "In this case, the little monk is leaving, there is a lot of trouble, forget to forgive!" After saying this, Mingxin carried the box behind him, and slowly walked down the mountain, behind him, at the gate of Negative Yin Mountain, the host of Negative Yin Mountain was watching Ming Xin leave, and his eyes were full of regret.