I saw Zhao Chan closing his eyes, sitting quietly on the throne, and a group of monks sitting around him, both young and old. At this time, an old woman came to the front of the temple, knelt on the ground, and wept: "Living Bodhisattva, the old man has a son, who is born with a dignified appearance, and knows how to learn, and I don't want to suddenly get a strange disease some time ago and leave him." Speaking of this, the old woman sobbed more vividly, and continued: "My child will go away, leaving me as an old bone, and I am alone, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man, so that it is not desolate, how do you say I should live......"

The old woman told the story, tears fell, everyone present was moved, Yuan Quan was also moved, and said in his heart that this old widow died of her son, how could there be a more tragic thing in the world.

Zhao Chan opened his eyes slightly and looked at the old woman, then closed them again, and said, "Since you miss the deceased son so much, why don't you go down to accompany him?"

......

The old woman was stunned for a moment, obviously unexpected, not knowing how to respond, Zhao Chan said again: "Since you are reluctant to give up your life, then live well, the poor monk has lived alone for hundreds of years, and he has never felt miserable." Zhao Chan's face was calm, and his voice was immature.

When Yuan Quan heard him say that he had lived for hundreds of years, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, it seemed that most of this person was Master Nabudar.

The old woman wiped the tears from her eyes, thanked her, and then turned away. At this time, another middle-aged man came forward, knelt down in front of Zhao Chan, and said bitterly: "Bodhisattva, there is a knot in my small heart, I don't know how to resolve it, and I hope that the Bodhisattva will guide me through the maze." ”

Zhao Chan was silent, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. The man continued: "The little one had a happy life, his wife was virtuous, generous, and he had a son, who was lively and healthy. But a few days ago, I accidentally discovered that my wife was having an affair with an outsider. This heart is full of anger and hatred, suppressed so far, what do you say I should do!"

Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion in the hall. After Zhao Chan heard this, it was difficult to say right for a while, because it was really difficult to empathize with this kind of thing. After a moment, he said, "Why don't you change your wife! ”

The man's face was bitter, and finally he couldn't hold it back, and cried, saying, "But how much I love her and cherish her, and she is a child and her mother, how can you tell me to let go." ”

Zhao Chan shook his head and said, "This love and dignity." Which is more important is up to the individual, and the poor monk can't decide for you, so go back and weigh it yourself!"

The man bowed his head, looked sad, and then walked away gloomily. Yuan Quan looked at his departing back, and couldn't help but say to himself: This man is also a wretch. If it were me, I would have to beat the cheating man anyway. To relieve the hatred in your heart, it is better to come here and ask others for advice. But after thinking about it, Yan Xi was not taken away by the king of Zhennan, why didn't he come here to ask for help.

As soon as the man left, he was followed by another bearded man with a big knife hanging from his waist. He walked in with a smile, neither bowing nor saluting, and asked, "Little Bodhisattva, let me ask you." When you were born, could you drink milk?"

Zhao Chan glanced at the big man, then closed it again, and said, "Naturally, you have to drink, how can you survive if you don't drink?"

The big man questioned again: "Since you are the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, but you suck the **** of that girl's family, isn't this a violation of the lust precept." With that, the laughter in the hall became more and more ever.

Yuan Quan also secretly wanted to laugh, it turned out that this guy was here to dismantle the stage, and I don't know how this Budal II should deal with it.

Zhao Chan looked calm and said: "This breast milk is the source of life, the most holy thing, and breastfeeding is the same, only in the eyes of people with lustful thoughts, it has become a **** thing." After speaking, there was a warm applause in the hall. The bearded man was bored, snorted, and left.

As soon as the man left, Yuan Quan immediately tore off his mask, stepped forward quickly, and said, "Bodhisattva, do you recognize me?"

Zhao Chan's face was shocked, and he said, "Yuan Shaoxia, what's the matter, are you also a monk?" (At this time, Yuan Quan, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk. ）

Yuan Quan was now sure that this person was the reincarnation of Badar, and he almost cried with joy, and said, "Master, can you take a step to speak." ”

Zhao Chan saw that Yuan Quan's face was solemn, and he should have experienced a major change, and said, "Okay, come with me to the meditation room." Then he ordered the two little novices under the seat to carry themselves to the meditation room, and Yuan Quan hurriedly followed.

After arriving at the meditation room, the two sat opposite each other on the futon and began to have a long talk. Yuan Quan couldn't wait to find and briefly talk about the many encounters in the past six months, including that he was framed by Ba Sipa, and Yan Xi was taken away by the king of Zhennan, and why he pretended to be a person who covered the heavens.

Zhao Chan closed his eyes, nodded while listening, and his face was calm. Yuan Quan saw that he was so calm, for fear that he would sit idly by, and hurriedly said: "Master Boudal, you must help me make the decision, even if you can't cure that Ba Sipa, you have to save Yan Xi, she is your apprentice!" Unexpectedly, Zhao Chan still nodded slightly, silent, Yuan Quan was even more anxious, and urged: "Master Budahl, you are ......."

Zhao Chan said: "Yuan Daxia, the poor monk's current name is Zhao Chan, and the law name is 'Donglai', don't call me Budar anymore!" Budar was originally a Tubo from the Western Regions, and this time he crossed the Central Plains to the east, unfortunately died, and was reincarnated as a Han Chinese, so he took the word "Donglai", indicating that he still regarded himself as a Tubo person, so as to remind himself not to forget his roots.

When Yuan Quan heard this, he said damn it, this gesture and daring was about to clear up the relationship, and immediately stood up and shouted: "Okay, you are an old immortal, I respect you in vain, I respect you and respect you, and serve you as a god, but I can't imagine that I am also a greedy person who is afraid of death, I bah!"

Zhao Chan couldn't help but widen his eyes, those eyes were extremely clear and full of childishness, looked at Yuan Quan, and then sighed: "Yuan Shaoxia is really a person of temperament, you don't have to be impatient, and sit, sit." ”

Yuan Quanquan snorted and sat down again.

Zhao Chan closed his eyes again, his round little face, and a little baby fat, and after a while, he said: "Ba Si Pa has extraordinary martial arts attainments, and now he has a thousand years of cultivation, and he has the ability to close the acupoints, look at the two of us again, your martial arts are lost, and the poor monk can't even take care of himself, how easy it is to deal with him." ”

When Yuan Quan heard this, he couldn't help but be deflated on the spot, only to realize that it was not that Zhao Chan refused to help, but that he couldn't help.

At this time, I heard Zhao Chan say again: "Since Yuan Shaoxia can find this, it is enough to show the fate between you and me, it is better for the poor monk to pass on the half volume of the "Prajna Pumi Sutra" to you, as for whether you can save my disciple Yan Xi, it depends on your creation." (To be continued.) )