Lin Chen was silent and didn't speak, this unruly young man, although he was a cultivator, he had never experienced such a thing as love and hatred in Hongchen.

"Buddha, if you have a spirit, please let my hard-working idiot wake up, the concubine is willing to chant and knock fish, and grow with a green lantern, just let my idiot get his soul back——"

The woman's sad cry, the love is sincere, when the real hearer is sad, the person who sees the tears, the people around seem to be infected by this desolate atmosphere, silent, for a while, in the hall, it is very quiet, only the woman's crying, miserable and miserable, the Shen family next to her, are all miserable, a middle-aged man with a clear face, is also old tears, trembling to support the woman, said: " Lady, Buddhism quietly, our sorrows, I think the Buddha heard, I hope my Buddha is merciful, bless my son to turn evil into good fortune, let's leave. ”

Lin Chen looked at the couple silently, there was an indescribable melancholy in his heart, three thousand smoke and dust, everything was around his heart, he began to understand a little, why immortal cultivators would stay away from the world, the process of cultivating immortals was originally a lonely avenue, but seeking longevity, transcending the world, and becoming immortals, this process, there is nothing wonderful at all, and how can there be leisure to pay attention to the affairs of the world, but, should every immortal cultivator be in a heart of indifference to the world? If this is the case, what kind of attitude will the so-called gods and immortals of the world worship be indifferent to the vast sentient beings in the world? If so, what is the use of the people of the world asking for gods and worshipping Buddhas? What is the difference between a cultivator of immortals, even if he obtains eternal life, and an immortal tree without emotion?

For a moment, the young man pondered, and while he was quietly thinking about this seemingly incomparably heavy question, he only heard a low, but heart-wrenching sound of the Buddha's horn—

"Amitabha—"

The sound was not loud, and everyone in the inner sanctum could hear it clearly, as if the voice had risen from the bottom of their hearts.

Lin Chen suddenly came back to his senses, secretly startled, looked up at the place where the Buddha's horn sounded, and saw that from the cabinet curtain next to the huge Buddha statue, an old monk who had obviously reached the age of antiquity slowly walked out, the old man's eyelids were lowered, his long gray beard hung straight to his chest, and the old and kind face was full of traces of the vicissitudes of time, he was wearing an old robe, holding a prayer wheel that had faded all its colors due to long-term rotation, followed by two boy monks, and slowly walked to everyone.

At this time, it is already the east sun rising, when the old monk just stopped, the dark clouds were removed, and a ray of sunlight gently passed through the mountains and mountains, sprinkled on this simple and quiet Buddhist quiet place, shining on the old monk, not a minute earlier, not a step later, it seems, the old monk seems to be bathed in the Buddha's light.

The pilgrims in the main hall, when they saw this old monk, suddenly became extremely solemn and solemn, as if what they saw was not a person, but a Buddha!

"Ahh

Only a soft cry was heard, from the mouth of the lesser of the two young women on the other side of the inner sanctum, and suddenly all eyes were fixed on her, as if to reproach her for breaking the solemn silence.

Zhao Run'er also noticed her recklessness, hurriedly covered her small mouth, leaned next to Sun Hanyan, and did not dare to come out, and the eldest lady of the Sun family, with a light veil, seemed to be slightly nervous.

Lin Chen's eyes in the crowd shrank slightly, and from the old monk in front of him, he couldn't feel the slightest pressure, but after this old man came out, the entire inner hall was filled with a kind of tranquility like a spring breeze, which calmed the young man's originally slightly impetuous heart.

I only saw that the old monk put one hand together, and the other hand slowly turned the Jinglun in his hand, and said to the woman of the Shen family: "Amitabha, the donor is distressed, and the old man has learned from my Buddha." ”

The woman suddenly saw that this respected host master suddenly came, and immediately stopped crying, at this moment to see the old Zen master asking, stunned for a moment, as if grasping the last straw, hurriedly pulled the husband next to him to kneel, the servant of the Shen family saw the head of the house like this, and also hurriedly knelt on the ground, originally this Yuhang people respected the Linghui Zen Master of Lingyin Temple, at this moment, the pilgrims did not dare to come out, and looked at the old monk in front of them with respect and awe.

I only heard the woman of the Shen family crying: "My Buddha is merciful, the two concubines have nothing else to ask for, and now they only want the living Buddha to save my son, and my Shen family will definitely go to the Buddha from generation to generation, and the incense will be endless." ”

"Donor, please get up, the Buddha said, save people's lives, win the seventh-level floating slaughter, the old man must do his best. The old monk said, gently raising his hand and signaling them to get up, and then, he walked up to the young scholar and said slowly: "There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go, and the suffering of the donor, which one is it?"

Although the voice was soft, there was a boundless peace, although the scholar's eyes were still unbright, but at this moment he couldn't help but slowly look up at the old monk, and the old man's kind eyes met, and suddenly trembled, as if he had come back to his senses. In this situation, everyone was stunned, the previous Shen family son lost his soul, no matter how noisy he was, it seemed to have not been heard, but now when he heard the words of the old Zen master, there was movement, it was really a god!

I could only see that the scholar's lips moved slightly, as if he was muttering to himself, and Lin Chen heard it clearly-

"How can you let go, how can you let go of ......"

Suddenly, he smiled bitterly, looked at the old monk fixedly, and said miserably: "Master, you taught me how to let go, I have been studying hard for many years, for what?

In the scholar's sad but calm words, people deeply feel his persistence that is more sad than dead.

The two women on the side trembled slightly, as if they were infected by the sadness revealed in the scholar's words.

At this time, I only heard the old monk say lightly: "All laws are born, all are fate, fate originates and perishes, and it becomes a fixed number early, why should you be obsessed with the past and miss the future fate." ”

The scholar shook his head and said sadly: "What the master said, I am a scholar in vain, how can I not know this truth, but I just can't do it, hehe, it is really useless to be a scholar, and the ancients did not deceive me." ”

The old monk sighed, suddenly turned his head to everyone, and said, "Can this benefactor help the old man?"

The pilgrims looked at each other, but Lin Chen, who was in the crowd, really felt the pure and soft gaze of the old monk like a born baby, falling on him, he was shocked, hesitated slightly, and walked out of the crowd and walked in front of the old monk.

"Ah!", I only heard two surprised voices in unison, coming from the mouths of the Zhao family girl and the Sun family's eldest lady, and the eldest miss Sun even gritted her teeth and whispered: "This shameless thief actually dares to appear in front of my aunt!"

Lin Chen's face flushed, thinking of the beautiful scenery on the painting boat, he pretended not to hear Miss Sun's words at the moment, folded his hands, saluted the old monk, and said, "What does the master command?"

The old monk recited in a low voice, the Jinglun in his hand turned slightly, but the other hand made a strange handprint, the handprint is so complicated, others don't understand it at all, and can't imitate it, but Lin Chen, but he was shocked, as if in the underworld, into a mysterious state of mind, a mysterious Taoist technique, suddenly appeared in his mind, he looked up at the old monk in shock, and then nodded, the true yuan in the body turned, and naturally pinched a law decision in his hand, everyone was in an uproar, they were surprised to find that this young man who suddenly came out, the movements in his hands were the same as the handprints of the old Zen master before！

With the completion of the formula, Lin Chen stretched out two fingers, a little bit of the scholar's eyebrows beside him, and blurted out two words-

""Tranquility"

Suddenly, for a while, the scholar only saw a hazy clutch divine light above his head, like a clear and clear mirror, the most amazing thing is that the mirror gently fluctuated, straight like a rippling lake with water lines, and then, a strange scene slowly appeared on the mirror!

The scholar raised his head blankly, only to see that in the mirror, a vast sea appeared, and a woman who was killed was lying naked on the shore, passing by a person, taking a look, shaking her head, and leaving...... Another person passed by, took off his clothes, covered the woman's corpse, and walked away...... One more person passed by, went over, dug a pit, and carefully buried the body......

Just when he was confused, the mirror fluctuated again, and the moment the scholar saw his fiancée, the candle in the cave room, lifted her hijab by her husband, the picture suddenly stopped.

The scholar was stunned, not knowing why.

Everyone suddenly saw the clutch divine light above the scholar's head, and suddenly there seemed to be a hazy scene floating in the shadows, and there was an uproar, they were all people who believed in Buddhism, and there were many people of insight, but such a miraculous thing happened in front of them, and they were all stunned, and one of the old men in the age of the sixtieth year knelt on the ground, his face was extremely pious, and he trembled: "God, Mingjingtai!" is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like Mingjingtai, the old man has lived for most of his life, and now he can see Mingjingtai alive, and he has no regrets in this life! No regrets in this life!"

And the young man who performed the technique of "Channeling Darkness" that he suddenly realized was stunned in his heart, looked at his hand, and secretly wondered: "This technique of "Channeling Darkness" is the technique of "Channeling Darkness" on the top of the ancient Taoist technique that has been lost, the "Seventy-two Techniques of Earth Evil"? This old man does not have the slightest aura of oppression, and listening to his words, he does not look like a person in the Xuanmen, but in that instant, it is indeed the mysterious state of mind that he led me into is undoubtedly ......." After thinking for a while, the young man finally came to a conclusion in his heart, this master is very human.

At this moment, I only heard the old monk's low Buddha name, and said to the scholar slowly: "You, do you understand?"

The scholar shook his head, his eyes were confused, and he looked at the woman who was lifted from the hijab on the still picture.

"See that female corpse on the beach? It's your fiancée's past life, and you, the second person to pass by, once gave him a piece of clothing, and she fell in love with you in this life, just to return your love. ”

The old monk said lightly, but the deep voice hit the heart of the Shen family scholar word by word, and every time he said a word, his face turned pale.

Lin Chen, who was on the side, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "But the person she has to repay for the rest of her life in the end is the last person to bury her, and that person is her current husband, master, is what the kid said right?"

"Amitabha-" The old monk turned Jinglun in his hand slightly, smiled slightly at Lin Chen, and then said to the Shen family scholar: "You, can you understand?"