Poets indulge in mountains and rivers, and literati and also place their affection on this world.

The so-called sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river is said to be this small village, the legend is that there is an ancient power, in order to protect this pure land, once lived here, the pseudonym Yuanming, every piece of soil here and every piece of heaven contains a strong atmosphere.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa", the immature child's voice cut through the silence. A cute little glutinous rice dumpling rushed into the arms of an old man, "Oh, my old bones are going to be knocked apart by you, my little ancestor." ”

"Hehe," Xiao Nuomi Tuanzi scratched his little bald head, "How can it be? Grandpa's body is very good." ”

The old man flicked the door of Xiao Nuomi Dumpling's head lightly, "The children in this village are the skiniest of you, and you are not afraid of me, so you are willing to accompany me, a strange old man." ”

"That's because they don't understand grandpa's good," Xiao Nuomi dumplings are called Gu Xiaoqi, who is seven years old this year, but he still feels like a four or five-year-old child, Gu Xiaoqi has no hair since he was a child, and he seems to have never grown up since he was about three years old, so children of the same age always bully her and are unwilling to play with him, until one day he accidentally broke into the "forbidden place" in the village , that is, the old man's residence, no one knows when he was there, and no one knows how long he lived, the people in the village said that he was a monster, but they had never seen him harm, but they still couldn't help but be afraid, so they didn't let the children in the family approach, and over time it became the so-called forbidden place. Gu Xiaoqi was the first person to come in, and the old man was resting that day, when suddenly a small glutinous rice dumpling rolled in at his feet, this was Gu Xiaoqi.

Gu Xiaoqi shook the old man's arm, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, what kind of story are you telling today." The little face was full of anticipation.

"Today, we don't tell stories, we talk about you, little bald head. The old man stroked his beard, and he felt a little like a fairy wind bone.

"Me? My mom said I was younger, and when I grew up, I would have hair. ”

How can you grow hair when you choose a Buddha fate one day, but you still said, "Yes, you are still young," touched Gu Xiaoqi's bald head, and said thoughtfully, " It was an era that could not be named, there was a wandering little monk who had no precepts, he was stupid and stupid, but he was dedicated to the Buddha, and the abbot saw that he had a Buddha fate Gu made an exception to accept him as a sweeping monk under the door, and by the way, he guarded the soul cave, and the soul cave was a number of souls who could not get excess, divided into upper and lower chaos, and there were great good people in this deep and dry interior, in order to prevent the soul from flying and destroying Gu We would be safe, or the soul of the broken person needed to be repaired, and in this chaos, endless darkness, endless thunder, endless abyss, is to punish those who are evil, so that they can never be reincarnated, not exceeded。 ”

"The big bad guys should be killed. Gu Xiaoqi clenched his little fists and said viciously on purpose, but looking at that appearance, he was still a little cute.

"Don't be anxious to listen to me continue, but the little monk doesn't think so, he thinks that even if the evil person is transformed by the Buddha, there is one less evil person in the world, and one more person is good, so why not, my Buddha is compassionate, and will definitely purify all sentient beings and influence the wicked, but others don't think so, good is good and evil is evil, and the wicked should never be reincarnated. ”

The old man paused, "Wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha left in his heart, even if he is called Wujie, but it is indeed a special precept and clear rules, no one is with him as a companion, he is accompanied by the wind, no one chats with him, he and the flowers, grasses, insects and fish tell their own ambitions, but he is stupid and stupid, and then he found that there is a hibiscus flower that seems to be contaminated with demonic energy, cultivated into a small flower demon, he used Buddhist scriptures to cross her, day after day, year after year, ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and finally the flower demon spoke, she said thank you. He didn't tell anyone about it, including the abbot, and it was ten years for the little flower demon to finally cultivate into a human form, and he named her Mu Hibiscus, and I don't know when his heart for Buddha seemed to be shaken. Ten thousand demons worship, the heavenly dog eats the sun, the thousand-year seal is weakened, and the soul cave escapes a trace of the burning sky, but it can't always exist outside, so this little flower demon naturally becomes the only carrier, she was very painful in those days, he can only ask the abbot to save her, but there is no way, the abbot said that he can't let the burning sky qi be completed, otherwise the world will be ruined, the heavenly way will collapse, and the reincarnation of the six realms will be disrupted. But he was reluctant, he used the Da Luo True Scripture to disperse the qi of the burning sky, and used blood as a guide to burn his own golden body, which was the golden body he had cultivated all his life, but his talent was dull, even if he hit this golden body, it still didn't help, and he said to her with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, I'm sorry. ”

But he was a disciple of Buddhism, and he set himself on fire and sealed her in the hibiscus flower at first sight, while he suffered from the chaos for breaking the rules. In an instant, she still became a demon after all, but he was stupid and failed to become a Buddha, and the Buddha wanted to get rid of the demon, but he was reluctant. is an enemy of the world, he is scolded, the world is drunk, he just wants to cross her, but he is stupid. That year, the soldiers came to the city, he dyed blood for her hands for the first time, that day, the wind and rain were great, he blocked thousands of troops for her, she felt sorry for him, and he was reluctant to give him up. You go, she said. But he just twisted the beads and chanted something without answering. The first time she hugged her, the first time he didn't refuse. Finally, the Qi of the Burning Sky was completed, and the six realms of reincarnation were disrupted, and the rulers of the Six Realms were furious and sent an endless army. He fought for three days and three nights, but he did not kill a single man. ”

The old man waved his hand, took a flowing guqin, and hummed

Wake up in the middle of the night and dream back to your childhood village

Sleepy eyes and tears soaked the pillow

I only hate the stupidity of talent when I was young

Didn't understand fate

Pick up the pen and fold the fan to write three or two regrets

Carrying a sword, stepping through the red dust in this life

Just a turn

and drunk on your lips

Drink a cup of sorrow today, and you won't get drunk and don't go home

Whoever is outside the city gate tomorrow will come to the sword mountain and the sea of fire

What do people say about the good and the evil?

I won't let go of your hand

In this life, love once hate once right and wrong

If we meet again in the next life, we will be with you

Qingyun Mountain flew over the swallow

You flew over my fingertips

Edgeworth's flight is laissez-faire with rumors

Since then, the affairs of the rivers and lakes have not been asked

Turn around next round

and fall into your eyes

Drink a cup of sorrow today, and you won't get drunk and don't go home

Whoever is outside the city gate tomorrow will come to the sword mountain and the sea of fire

What do people say about the good and the evil?

I won't let go of your hand

In this life, love once hate once right and wrong

If we meet again in the next life, we will be with you

Qingyun Mountain flew over the swallow

You flew over my fingertips

Drink a cup of sorrow today, and you won't get drunk and don't go home

Whoever is outside the city gate tomorrow will come to the sword mountain and the sea of fire

What do people say about the good and the evil?

I won't let go of your hand

In this life, love once hate once right and wrong

If we meet again in the next life, we will be with you

Qingyun Mountain flew over the swallow

You flew over my fingertips

Qingyun Mountain flew over the swallow

You flew over my fingertips

After a song, the corners of Gu Xiaoqi's eyes seemed to be a little moist, and he couldn't wait to say, "Later, later." ”

"Later," the old man stroked the qin, "it's not too early, go back quickly, next time, next time." ”

Gu Xiaoqi looked disappointed, but soon ran away with an excited face, "Goodbye, grandpa." ”

Later, he asked the Buddha why I didn't cross her. ”

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Postscript: The Buddha said that he cut love, but I said that the seven emotions need to be tasted, and these six desires are constant.