A light rain was pouring down, the sky was overcast, and it was a good spring rain, moisturizing things silently.

This young and handsome monk named Huiming sat cross-legged next to the main hall of the Medicine King Buddha and chanted softly. This temple is the most prosperous place in this place, called Bodhi Temple. The statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva enshrined in the Bodhi Temple are less than a hundred, but today it is drizzling, and there are very few people who come to offer incense.

A young girl in a pink dress walked in slowly, folded her hands, and recited a mantra to the Buddha statue.

"There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. Although her voice was soft and tactful, it fell into the ears of Monk Huiming.

Huiming stopped chanting and suddenly said: "The snow on both sides of the reed flowers, the river is autumn every day." There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the heart of the female benefactor to the Buddha is really extremely mellow. ”

The woman smiled slightly, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like two stars, her nose was like a Luban craftsman who spent her whole life carving, and her lips were like roses with dewdrops in the morning, and said: "I just heard the master recite a section of the Heart Sutra, but there are many unclear scriptures behind it, I don't know which scripture it is?"

Seeing this woman's appearance, Huiming was also shocked, and secretly said, "Ashamed of the Buddha", folded his hands, and said: "Ashamed, ashamed, I just understand some superficial truths." ”

The woman said, "My name is Ye Qingxuan, I don't know the name of the master?"

Huiming said: "The poor monk's name is Huiming. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "I came to the Medicine King Buddha today to make a wish, and I hope that my mother will recover her health as soon as possible." ”

Huiming said: "The female donor is really considerate and filial. ”

Ye Qingxuan clasped his hands together and bowed, and said with a smile: "It's ridiculous." There is still something to do today, and we will see you again in the future to talk about the Buddhist scriptures. ”

Huiming waved his hand slightly and said with a smile: "Don't send it." ”

After Ye Qingxuan left, a big monk walked out of the apse and patted Huiming on the shoulder.

Hui Ming came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Sin, sin!"

This great monk's name is Huixin, and when he saw the appearance of his junior brother Huiming, he said, "Senior brother is tempted?"

Huiming hurriedly said, "Sin!"

Huixin smiled and said: "Everyone has a love for beauty." There's nothing unusual about this, it's just that you have to hold on to your Buddha mind. That girl is indeed as beautiful as a fairy......"

Huiming hurriedly waved his hand to block Huixin's next words, and said, "Senior brother, don't say it, senior brother understands everything, and he will definitely get rid of the six desires and cultivate Buddhism wholeheartedly." The abbot said that I am the most wise person, how can I turn my back on the Buddha for this mundane feeling. ”

Huixin clasped his hands together and said, "Nan Wu Amitabha, the senior brother has this idea, the senior brother is very relieved!"

So, after saying a few words to Huixin, Monk Huiming stepped aside and continued to close his eyes and chant the scriptures.

It's just that every time Huiming recites the scriptures, he can always hear the woman's voice, but her voice is only that short mantra, which goes straight into the heart and makes it difficult for people to meditate. How can Huiming understand that if the relationship between men and women has not become a Buddha, even the Buddha cannot stop it.

Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was January, Huiming's heart gradually quieted down, reciting Buddha and chanting scriptures every day, and went to people's homes to help over, and he was very busy, but there were signs of gradually forgetting the woman named Ye Qingxuan.

On the eighth day of the first month of the month, Huiming sat in the smoke and chanted gently, as if he had become a Buddha.

Ye Qingxuan slowly walked into the hall, and at this moment, her beautiful face had a layer of sadness and pain.

"Lord Ye. Hui Ming blessed his heart, opened his eyes, and called softly.

"Master Huiming. Ye Qingxuan bowed to Hui Ming.

Huiming saw Ye Qingxuan's haggard face, and he didn't feel a pain in his heart, and said, "I haven't seen you for a month, why is Master Ye so haggard?"

Ye Qingxuan clasped his hands together, two lines of tears flowed from his eyes, and said: "My mother passed away this morning, I came to pray for the Buddha, and by the way, I asked Master Huiming and my mother to spend time." ”

Huiming couldn't help but be shocked, and wanted to comfort him, but found that he could not speak, so he had to fold his hands and say a few words in succession, "Nan no Amitabha" before giving up.

After greeting his senior brother, Huiming followed Ye Qingxuan to the mansion. This Ye Qingxuan is also a child of a rich family, this mansion is luxuriously repaired, it is the residence of Ye Yun, a wealthy local businessman, at this moment, everyone in the mansion is vegetarian, crying is pervasive, and there is a dull atmosphere.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't hold back her tears and walked to her mother's spiritual seat, and muttered, "Mother, my daughter has invited a high monk to come to overtake for you." ”

Huiming folded his hands and made a noise, then took the futon handed by Ye Qingxuan with both hands, sat down cross-legged, took out the wooden fish and other magic instruments, lit a few pillars of incense and paper, and began to chant.

"In the past, in the blue sky, the blue fell into the empty song, and the big floating Li soil. Received by the beginning of the people, immeasurable quality, the beginning of the heavens, when said to be the scriptures. Ten times around the week, in order to summon the ten directions, the beginning of the seat. The innocent god, the saint and the high-honored, the wonderful real person, the number of martingale, came in the air. Flying clouds and danxiao, green and green wheels, and the feather cover is hanging down. Flowing essence jade light, five-color lush, and the cave glows in space. Seven days and seven nights. The heavens, the sun and the moon, the stars are Xuanji, the jade balance stops the wheel, the kamikaze is silent, the mountains and seas hide the clouds, the sky has no floats, and the four breaths are clear. The land of a country, the mountains, rivers and forests, the first class of Burma, there is no compound height, the soil is made of jasper, and there is no different color ......"

Hui Ming opened his mouth and began to recite the scriptures, but found that what he was reciting was not a Buddhist scripture, but the "Sutra of Saving People" by the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun! He was so shocked that he couldn't even remember why he had forgotten the transcendent classics in the Buddhist family. Fortunately, the Ye family was immersed in sadness, and most of them didn't understand Buddhism, so they didn't hear the clues, but Ye Qingxuan heard it clearly, this is not a Buddhist classic!

Huiming wondered in his heart, he had never learned this classic, how could he inexplicably give birth to this "Sutra of Saving People" in his heart, and he didn't know who created this classic, so he sighed secretly in his heart, and continued to read: "The first month is fasting, and chanting is a scripture." For the soul of the dead in the last life, he was arrested and served, and went to the South Palace. In July, Changzhai, chanting is a scripture, the body is a fairy, the name of the heavens, the yellow urn and the white Jane, cutting the dead to life. October Changzhai, chanting is the scriptures, for the king and the emperor, the monarch and the minister, the father and son, the town of the country, the preservation of the sky, the world is endless, often the king, the town of the people, the people are called Taiping. On the day of the eight festivals, the chanting is the scripture, and it has to be the real person of the nine palaces. On the day of the natal life, the chant is the scripture, the soul is clear, and all the qi lasts forever. Without affliction, there is light. The guards of the Three Realms, the Five Emperors, the Ten Thousand Gods salute, the famous books go to the sky, the merits are full of virtue, and the ...... of the Qing Dynasty is soared"

He sat cross-legged on the futon, his tongue bloomed with lotus flowers, and there were auspicious beasts running around, and the people of the Ye family around him were stunned for a while, shouting master.

Huiming recited this sutra for a day and a night, and his voice became higher and higher, and after the last day, he actually penetrated the nine heavens, and more and more people came to listen to the scriptures, and they gathered more and more, and in just one day, all the people in the city came to listen to the lecture, and even the officials were among them...... Even the Buddhist monks came, and everyone shook their heads and listened attentively to the sound of his preaching.

Ye Qingxuan was also fascinated by what he heard, his eyes became clearer and clearer, and his sadness gradually receded.

But at this time, a slight Buddha light flashed in the sky, and this Buddha light hit Hui Ming's brain.

"Poof!"

Hui Ming spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, his eyes were blank, and his soul seemed to be out of his body.

"Who is chanting?" the voice was deep and majestic, like a god.

It turned out to be a Buddha from heaven.

And this Buddha is the Buddha of the South Amitabha - the Buddha!

This Buddha can only be seen by Ye Qingxuan, and the rest of the people can't see it.

Ye Qingxuan exclaimed: "Why did you hurt Huiming!"

When the sutra stopped, all the people who listened to the sutra woke up, and most of them turned into transparency out of thin air, bowed to the body of Huiming, and disappeared without a trace, as if they had entered reincarnation.

Rulai's figure disappeared after a few moments, and Huiming was unconscious.

The Ye family invited doctors, but many doctors lamented and said, "There is no way to return to the sky!"

"Unable to return to ......"

"I can't do anything ......"

Tears flowed from Ye Qingxuan's eyes and said, "What's going on?"

No one was able to answer her.

Hui Ming is dead.

Ye Qingxuan was godless all day long, and this month she shook the barrel containing Buddhist scriptures and recited the Buddhist scriptures. In his sleep, he was also the appearance of that Huiming sitting in the temple and chanting scriptures every day. She looked to the west, and her eyes suddenly lit up...... She wanted to go to Lingshan and seek Buddha.

"Daddy...... I'm going to Lingshan. Ye Qingxuan suddenly made up his mind and said to his father.

"What are you for?" Ye Yun asked.

"Huiming died because of me, and he was overtaking his mother...... I'm going to ask for a Buddha. Ye Qingxuan replied.

Ye Yun knew that his daughter was stubborn, so he said, "You go, go, but you want me to prepare a carriage for you?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and said, "To seek Buddha, you must have a sincere heart, and I want to go step by step." ”

Ye Yun was shocked when he heard this, and said, "This ......"

Ye Qingxuan raised the sword in his hand and said, "I have this sword to protect me, and no one can hurt me." Dad, don't worry, your daughter is fine. ”

Ye Yun had to sigh heavily and said, "Go early and come back early!"

Ye Qingxuan kowtowed to Ye Yun three times, packed up his baggage, took the sword in his hand, and headed towards the Western Spirit Mountain.

After his daughter left, this Ye Yun smiled slightly, twisted his fingers, and said lightly: "Immeasurable, no catastrophe." ”

After that, it turned into a sharp sword and rose to the sky, the name of this sword - Absolute Immortal.

This goes to Lingshan, 108,000 miles, and there are countless dangers along the way.

Ye Qingxuan kowtowed in ten steps, extremely devout to the heart of the Buddha, no one could stop her, she went here to ask to understand, if the Buddha came, why did she hurt this Huiming. For Huiming, since the first time I saw him, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, like love, but not like love, not in love, but as if I was in love again......

Finally, after twelve years of travel, we arrived at the foot of Lingshan.

She prostrated and kowtowed, wanting to meet the Buddha, but was stopped by the Buddha guarding the mountain.

"If every dead person in the world comes to ask the Buddha for help, then where can the Buddha be busy?"

"He was killed by the Buddha......"

"You, the female benefactor, are so unreasonable, the Buddha is compassionate, how can you kill people!"

"I ......"

Ye Qingxuan was blocked, so he had to crawl at the foot of Lingshan, touch the ground with his forehead, and wait quietly.

Time passed day by day, as if it were a hundred years, and like a thousand years, and she was old......

"In this life, I shake all the barrels for you, recite the scriptures, and travel 108,000 miles, just to see you again. ”

"In this life, I have woken up, I understand, I am Xuan Ming, and Huiming, who are you?" she raised her head, her face was full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, her hair was already silver, her hands were folded, and she smiled: "Buddha? Where is there a Buddha? What gods, Buddhas, and immortals are just self-appointed, in the final analysis, they are just people with slightly greater abilities." ”

A heavenly sword fell into her hand, this sword was called Zhu Xian, and her hair quickly turned black, like ink.

Draw your sword.

The Buddha who guarded the mountain was shocked, and before he could retreat, he was killed into two pieces by Xuan Ming's sword, and his murderous aura was shocked, turning into ashes, and Xuan Ming asked himself in confusion: "Tongtian Sect Master's Zhuxian Sword, how can it be here?"

After that, when they killed Lingshan, the Buddhas were all shocked, and they were all cut into ashes by Xuan Ming's sword.

"Hmm, why is the Buddha of the Western Heaven so weak?" Xuan Ming said in his heart, killing the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There is only one Buddha on the hall of the Great Majesty, Xuan Ming was shocked in his heart, but she is a decisive person to kill, without fear, this Buddha seems to have no soul, just like a statue, Xuan Ming cut down with a sword, just a little resistance, and then turned into ashes.

After killing Rulai, Xuan Ming didn't have time to think about it, he only felt dizzy, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.

Who are you, the woman who recited the sutra for me and traveled 108,000 miles?"

"Immeasurable...... No catastrophe. ”

A voice came, reincarnation was pushed, time was distorted, and fate drifted somewhere......

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