The sky is still so clear. The blue sky is like a wash, the cicadas are cheerful, there is no vigorous wind, thunder and rain, only the ordinary and bustling. God! It's still so hot! The white and bright arrows of light make people's heads dizzy, and the bright mirrors make people panic. The endless baking of the fire turns the downtown into a big steamer, and the incense burns endlessly, like a white mist that lingers on the steamer.

What kind of taste is this, saying that he is not clear, saying that he is not clear, making me nostalgic and unable to extricate myself, and making me willing to go to the soup for it! This is joy, anger, sorrow, this is love and hatred, this is sweat and laughter, this is tears and bitterness, this is the world composed by ordinary life and extraordinary fate, so that I am willing to indulge, indulge, even if I sink, even if I hesitate in my heart after happiness. And when the wisps of faint incense rose on the rolling red dust, I don't know when, not where, I don't know who doesn't know what the cause is, there will always be a Sanskrit chant in my heart.

"Amitabha—"

Wu Chan said strangely: "Big sister, why don't you speak?"

The big sister didn't speak, the big sister still didn't speak, and the big sister just sat on the side and looked at the big monk stupidly.

It's like that all day.

And all the people are looking at the great monk, or rather-

Bodhisattva in white.

The so-called overnight success is nothing more than that. He also said that there were thousands of empty alleys, but that's it. In an instant, the name of the white-clothed Bodhisattva spread all over Laizhou, and everyone knew it, and there was a monk who was skilled in medicine! Countless people flocked to this place, seeing a doctor, burning incense, and filling up the already lively and extraordinary market place, crowding it, and filling it to the brim! The queue was long and old! People came and went, people were like ants, people were mountains, people were in the sea, and people were waves! Its voice was boiling in a thousand ways, its feelings were full of eagerness, its momentum was like water flooding, and its shape was like a fish in a pond.

In this fiery and lively atmosphere, in this fiery and lively atmosphere, the incense is already in its prime, making people fall into a dream! Look, the white-haired old man in the smoke is kneeling down again and again, and his body is fluttering like entering the place of the immortal Buddha, look! There are even more infatuated women kneeling on the ground praying sincerely, their eyes are blurred like looking at the gods on the clouds! Look! Look! The monk was born, the divine doctor appeared, and all the incense and all the clouds and mist lined the monk's white clothes fluttering out of the dust, no! That's fairy incense, that's divine mist, that's auspicious clouds, that's Bodhisattva!

Who is the one who has saved me from my misery? Who has relieved me of my lovesickness and given me marriage?

Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, is that you?

Monk, monk, is that you?

Master, Master, is that you?

Lingxiu, Lingxiu, is it really you?

The monk didn't answer, Lingxiu was very busy.

Yesterday it was said that all kinds of things were in front of me, and today it is said that all kinds of things have been seen in person. Yesterday the monk was busy, and today the monk is only busier. There are so many people, too many people! There are so many that they are like stars in the sky, they cannot be counted when they are not visible, and they cannot be counted in their eyes. There are too many people, too many! There are so many that you can't finish watching them, and it seems that you can't finish them in a lifetime. I've seen one, one, another, one prescription, one after another, the monk is seeing a doctor, the monk is prescribing to people, the monk can only cure the disease, the monk is just a monk.

Lingxiu is busy and tired.

Everything has a cause and effect, and the great monk is famous, and there are three reasons for it-

The first is medical skills, the previous prescription effect is effective, the white-clothed Bodhisattva is rejuvenated, everyone recites it, and it is passed on by word of mouth.

The second is character. The monk is not for fame and fortune, the divine doctor is here. Whoever came here the previous time also invited the monk to move, everyone saw it, the monk only treated everyone here, and people were moved. After being moved, word of mouth was passed on, and the noble character was recited by everyone.

The third is reputation. It's fame. In fact, the three reasons will eventually turn into one, fame. Oral transmission, person to person, transmission and transmission will be popular, transmission will be even more popular, transmission will be so popular, transmission will be so hot that it will not work, only the white-clothed Bodhisattva will be left when it is passed around, and the monk will be passed away, and it will be lost.

This is how it came out.

I've seen one after another. Prescription after prescription. Looking at that beautiful and tired face, looking at that pair of gentle and bright eyes, Miss Guan Ling's heart hurts! Hey, this person doesn't know how to cherish himself at all, look at it, watch it endlessly! Look at you to death! Last night, I picked up the lights to watch at night, and this morning I opened the morning show again, and I have seen it all the time, what are you for? Who are you working for? Do you know how much someone cares about you, how much someone feels sorry for you, how someone is, that is you?

Which one?

That's, it's not which. The spirit's heart ached, and he looked at the show. This is a joyful pain, this is also a sweet pain, this is a pain that no words can describe, it hurts so much that I can't breathe only to find that the sweetness is mixed with a trace of inexplicable sadness. There was also a faint melancholy.

"Big sister, why don't you speak?"

I don't want to say anything, I can't say anything, and I don't have anything to say. Just look at him like that, look at him, look at him, look at him like looking at the white clouds in the sky, you can see but you can't always keep his tenderness, looking at him is like looking at the bright stars in the night sky, you can see but you can never enter his heart, he's there, he's not there, that's the distance from the end of the world, the divine doctor can't heal people, the bodhisattva gives marriage and how can he give the bodhisattva, just look at him, that, that, that, look at him-

And I just want to snuggle, snuggle in his arms, even for a moment.

But I can't snuggle up, snuggle in his arms, even for a moment.

Because I know, I know, that can't be.

So I can only watch, I just want to look at him more!

I just want to see the sea dry and rotten.

Even if you see tears fall!

"Ouch!" Wuzen was shocked and panicked for a moment!

I saw that Guan Ling's eldest sister was a little abnormal today, and she sat there with her head propped up all day and was stupid! Wuzen was kind-hearted, and she had been curious for a long time, so she couldn't help but step forward and ask her, who knew that she cried after asking: "Oh yes! Oh yes! This is not about Wu Zen, Amitabha Buddha is guilty of sin!" Suddenly I saw the big brother squatting aside and angrily counting the copper plates: "One, two, three, crying to death, you are not ashamed or ashamed! Three, two, one, what kind of world do you say! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, the eldest brother is injured and I haven't seen you-" Seeing that he was counting and counting, he was so angry that he couldn't count them, Wuchan hurriedly ran over and squatted down to help count, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Brother Meng, don't be angry!

I've seen one after another.

It's like watching time go by.

What about Guan Laohan?

Needless to say, Guan Laohan can know what he looks like by looking at the big box. The four big boxes are almost full, yellow and clear, white flowers, golden and bright, and they all exude a pleasing red light!

Close the big box.

This is the eyesight, this is the opportunity.

This is the mind, and this is the business.

It's hard to make money in this world, it's really hard to make money.

In this world, money is not easy to cheat, but it is actually easy to cheat.

Robbed him! Sake red face, wealth is moving, a person is red-eyed, someone will follow him! Rob ill-gotten gains, don't rob them at this time, when to wait, teach you to cheat money! Teach you to cheat people! Teach you to cheat people's feelings! Bring you a bamboo basket to draw water and grab the air! At the end of the robbery, I will reward you two with a slap! Of course, just think about it, with Sun Qi, no one dares to rob the old man here. No one dares, there is Lord Xiao Xiang above Sun Qi, and then there is Master Antang, and then there is that above.

That person.

That person is even more remarkable, as long as his name is reported, no one in the world dares to move and no one can touch the old man! And that person is about to come, he is about to come, he is about to come! He is the old man of the Bodhisattva in white, but the old man is the hostage of the Bodhisattva in white, then, the old man and I have become friends with him! A friend of a friend is also a friend! So, then, haha, haha, don't say, don't say, who taught the old man to know a big one?

Elegant.

The nobles are busy.

Sun Qi was busy.

Everyone is busy.

Prescription after prescription.

It's like revealing the wounds of the years.

The twilight reflects the twilight, the evening breeze sends the evening, someone is busy, incense and candlelight.

It's dark.

It's darker.

Finally, finally, it's over.

The night sky is like ink, and it is silent all around, and the stars are dotted, and a few lights are illuminated. The bright moon in the sky was silent, not at all public, indifferent but so dazzling, just like a monk in the daytime. The bright moon is full of dissatisfaction, and the monk raises his head, and he will not be hopeful. The moon will be full, the moon will be full, then dissatisfied, and then round, but everything is not perfect, the world is not perfect, and life is not perfect, so it is so. Perhaps, the consummation of Yue'er is only the consummation of the appearance, so everything and everything is not consummated.

It's all perfect.

Time to go. The monk said.

Yes, it's time to go. Wash away the glitz and glitz of prosperity, say goodbye to the hustle and bustle, return to the road, return to the countryside, return to the mountains, and go back to find the faint Zen in your heart. With no Zen. Yes, it's time to go, where to come from, where to go back, the monk has come, the monk has not come, after coming, the monk is the monk. The faint hint of Zen in my heart may not be found anywhere. It's better to have no Zen.

Time to go. The old man said.

Lingxiu smiled and said: "Old man, do you want to leave too?" Guan Laohan smiled: "If the master leaves, the old man will not leave, and someone will be exposed." Lingxiu smiled and was speechless for a while. Guan Meng was packing his luggage. Guan Laohan patted the big box and said with a smile: "Master, how about Sanqi?" Lingxiu smiled and said: "Who is three and who is seven?" Guan Laohan laughed: "I am three and you are seven!" Lingxiu smiled and was speechless for a while. Wu Zen clutched a handful of copper plates. Guan Laohan sighed and said softly: "In this case, the old man chose to cast a golden body in the appearance of a master and make incense with the audience. Lingxiu smiled and looked at the sky: "You cast a golden body, not a monk." After a moment of silence, the old man smiled again: "Yes, yes! The master is really a master, and there are Zen machines everywhere." ”

Lingxiu looked at the moon and sighed softly: "All laws are empty, how can you come to Zen machine." ”

Guan Ling's eyes were hazy with tears.

Guan Laohan pondered for a while, and then asked: "He's coming, why not, master-" Lingxiu shook his head and said, "He comes to his, I'll go mine." Guan Laohan smiled and said: "Master, don't you want to see him?" Lingxiu shook his head and smiled: "Wouldn't it be better if everything is fate?" Guan Laohan smiled and sighed: "You really, don't you wait for him? Even if he is-" Lingxiu shook his head and was silent, the old man wanted to say nothing, and finally, the two of them were speechless.

Even if he is eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, even if he is a starry night and does not stop, even if he claims to be a monk is his best friend, even if he declares that the monk in the world is his father-in-law, the monk does not wait for him. Even if he is the master of the True Dragon Sect, even if he is a hero among heroes, a drunkard among drunkards, and a singer who is generous all over the world, the monk does not wait for him. The monk should go, the monk is gone, the monk doesn't have to wait, even if he is-

Yan Zhao, Yan Tragic Song.;