As a sweeping monk, the first priority is to "sweep the floor" and sweep away the dust in the heart, while the monks with deeper Buddha nature will sweep away the Dharma, forgetting all the Dharma they have learned in the past, leaving only the Buddha nature and Buddha mind.

All living beings have knots, knots in sorrow, knots in ignorance, knots in filial piety, and knots in loyalty...... There are too many people who deviate from their nature because of all kinds of things, and the blessings do not come.

Not departing from one's own nature is Futian. Knowing one's own mind is like sowing seeds in a blessed field, and reaping the harvest is the attainment of the Buddha's path, without the need for penance to achieve it.

But these are all unique talents of those who have the qualifications of great sages. Although Zhou Bulong is extraordinary, he has not yet reached this point. It should be said that his talent is in another aspect.

At this time, Zhou Bulong was cross-legged and settled, his eyebrows were peaceful, representing his inner peace.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Bulong slowly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not pitch black, but his past. The beginning of the memory is pitch black, followed by the gradual emergence of the five senses, and the four bodies are diligent.

Zhou Bulong suddenly discovered that he was a four- or five-year-old child at the beginning, and older memories did exist, but he completely forgot them.

At this time, he was in the midst of an epiphany, the closest to his own nature, and it stands to reason that he could check his memories and eliminate his heart barriers.

But these memories don't exist, and he naturally can't see them. Fortunately, Zhou Bulong has the advantage of not thinking about it too much, and he instead grabs the things that can be seen clearly now, such as the mellow taste of meat, such as the whiteness of the bright moon.

The moon happened to be beautiful tonight, Zhou Bulong got up to look at the moon, the pale yellow moonlight was sprinkled on the small pond, and the fish shadow was in a trance. As he was walking to watch the scenery stupidly, Zhou Bulong suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Alain, can't you sleep too?" At this time, Zhou Bulong's cultivation was on a higher level, and he was in a very happy mood.

Alain really couldn't sleep, because he encountered a bottleneck, and although he was not depressed, he could be regarded as unhappy.

Two teenagers of different ages and moods talk very similarly.

"You don't know, I think what is said in those Buddhist scriptures is nonsense, the people are suffering, and the Buddha can't save it. Only a down-to-earth Confucian can be saved. Zhou Bulong has been hiding this thought for a long time, although the Dharma is profound, although the king Buddha is great, but he still thinks that it is not the Buddha who can save the people, at least not the current Buddha can save it. Maybe in the future, there will be monks who will create a Dharma that purifies all sentient beings, but at least not yet.

In fact, although Buddhism is difficult to understand, it is also difficult for scholars to be pragmatic. This is not to say that they are sluggish, but that the outside world interferes with the reader's ability to restrain his behavior. My adoptive father, Yuan Lai, is a typical example, he was ostracized by the central officials, so he went to the South China Sea in a fit of anger and lived in seclusion for four years. Fortunately, he still has a heart. ”

What Alan didn't know was that although Yuan Lai really didn't do anything, it was not because he couldn't do it, but because the time had not come, and what he didn't know was that Yuan Lai had come to Mojing at this time, stayed in the inn, and waited for the arrival of the palace test.

The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss and kills the enemy.

"Ah~...... Ahh

"Hehehe, let's not talk about this for the time being, let's just say that the Zhizhou that I passed by before is simply more than a ghost, and there is no big demon. It has little impact on ordinary people, but it is always like a hyena in the wasteland, strong and soft, afraid of hard, doing everything in the way of grabbing food. I really can't get used to it, but I can't help it. Zhou Bulong shook his head, sighing at the strange phenomenon and at his own weakness.

What if you have enough ability to take in a group of imps. But he doesn't have the ability to say anything about it now.

Alan tilted his head and thought for a while: "Actually, Brother Bulong, you don't have to think about it, although there are many homeless people in Zhizhou, most of them are not in the climate, and it is the demons in the north who are really worried." My Uncle Yuan said that the demons of the Northern Regions are hidden deeply. Even the big lance can't figure out the true situation of the demon. Although the big lance has the heart to fight for the world, but the demon domain is chaotic, the ice field is frozen and the frozen soil, and most of the demon people are not wise, and they only know that killing and plundering are the most demons. Fortunately, there is the Donggu River to block it, otherwise the demon disaster will be raging, and the people will definitely not be able to make a living. “

"Well, the demon plague is indeed serious, but one day, my human race will conquer them!" Zhou Bulong finished speaking, stunned for a moment, and didn't understand why he said this......

Alan was also a little surprised, but he didn't want to ask much about anything, but he really didn't know much about the hatred of humans and demons.

The two chatted for a long time before they went back to their rooms to sleep. Alain meditated for a while, but when he saw that it didn't have much effect, he gave up, and instead missed Aceer's golden-blue eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

Aisier, who was far away in Xizhou, was doing the same thing as Alain, and he was also missing someone's eyes, but he didn't fall asleep, but he lost his sleepiness, turned his head to look at the window, and was still a little worried.

In the past few days, my mother and grandmother have been chatting with her whenever they have the chance, such as: "Don't you always get distracted, tell me how you had fun with that Alain over there?" and "How does that boy look like Ashie, how old is this year? Is it really an orphan?"

These undisguised clichés made Ace tired of it, and he didn't want to deal with it anymore, so he vomited it all out, and his grandmother was much more relieved when she knew that Alain had a "natural breath", and her mother looked a little worried, Elsir hurriedly added Yuan Lai's existence, and shook out Anna's relationship with him, in order to divert firepower, it can be said that he was unscrupulous.

The two gossipy women really took the bait, asked and asked Asir again and again, said hello and then hid aside and discussed quietly, sometimes giggling......

Although the races are different, when it comes to gossip, women are surprisingly similar.

Don't look at River as a beautiful woman, but she is more than a hundred years old, and Rao can't escape the domination of gossip.

Asir looked at the window, his mind gradually calming down, but he faintly heard a squeak, as if it had come from his father's side. So Elsir tiptoed open the door and looked at the room where the light was still on. It was my mother's and grandmother's room, and they talked late every night......

But now, a man was putting his ear to the door, listening carefully to the sound inside...... Unaware of Asir, who was not far away......

Elsir just wanted to cover his face, quickly return to the bed, and force himself to sleep - all dreams, all dreams!

Only the man was left listening with relish, unaware that his secret had been discovered by his daughter......