Do not sleep

Who is the monk with hair and wearing a black cassock, the little monk Wuhu didn't figure it out until the end.

It was just that he vaguely heard a story told by the monk who didn't look like a monk.

The little monk Wuhutui can't remember the beginning and the end of the story, only one part of it is.

'There was once a Venerable Ananda in this world who saw a woman when he was practicing in the world.

So Venerable Ananda said to the Buddha: I like a woman.

The Buddha asked Venerable Ananda: How much do you like this woman?

Venerable Ananda said: I would like to be transformed into a stone bridge, and be exposed to the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just asking her to pass by the bridge. '

"I would like to turn into a stone bridge and spend a thousand years in the world, just asking her to pass through this, and I will have no regrets." The man in a white robe with fluttering black hair and black cassock said slowly.

"Do you think she will come?" the man in black cassock asked as he watched the little monk retreat.

But he asked, but he didn't want the little monk Wuhu to retreat, so he said again.

"She won't come."

"That's not necessarily true." The little monk Wu Hutui interjected when he found an opportunity.

The man in black cassock stood under the big tree in the martial arts compound, looked up at the sky, and didn't say a word back to the little monk Wuhu.

Suddenly, the little monk Wuhu Tui didn't know how to fill in the dark pits.

When he came back to his senses, the little monk Wu Hutui was kneeling and sitting next to the chessboard in the meditation room on the west side. The little monk Wuhutui's master, Master Wu Nian, was twisting pieces on the chessboard to make moves.

Sandalwood smoke curled up from the incense burner in the meditation room, and the cicadas chirped intermittently outside the window. The little monk Wuhu stepped back and looked up to see the sundial in the courtyard through the gap in the window, and found that it was only a little later in the afternoon.

"How can you stop talking halfway?" Master Wu Nian said slowly.

The little monk Wu Hutui frowned slightly, what was he talking about just now?

correct.

"Master, master, I just want to ask about Uncle Wuxiu." The little monk Wu Hu retreated and blinked his big eyes, while lying on the side of the chessboard and watching Master Wu Nian playing chess with himself, he asked.

"Three years ago, Uncle Wuxiu was stabbed and he was fine. Why did he pass away suddenly yesterday?"

When the intermittent death knell in the temple was remembered, the little monk Wuhu was shocked.

"It's time, let's go." Master Wu Nian said, "Oh Amitabha".

"Everything in this world is logical, how can there be so many reasons."

"But didn't you say that Uncle Wuxiu is only 43 this year?" the little monk Wuhu said, tilting his head back.

"How can the monks in our temple be so short-lived? Isn't Master Changzang the one with the shortest life?"

The little monk Wu Hutui remembered that the monk who lived the shortest in their temple was the ancestor Changzang of the previous generation.

Master Changzang cultivates his mind but not his speech. He is over 90 years old and still drinks and eats meat all day long. He is like a child and has no shape. .

The inside of the monastery, which was supposed to be pure and quiet, was as unclean as the noisy vegetable market in the world of mortals.

Master Changzang also said, "It's not a pure land at all, how can we come to a pure place", and "If you don't cultivate your mind and your mind is not calm, how can you dare to cultivate your mind", and other excuses come.

Eh, no, this is not an excuse, this is Zen language.

Later, God couldn't stand it anymore, and recalled Master Changzang back to the heaven in advance, so the temple was really clean.

The little monk Wu Hutui remembered very clearly that when Master Changzang passed away, his age was almost a whole number.

A hundred years old.

So, where did this Uncle Wuxiu who passed away at only 43 years old come from?

"Didn't Master Changzang say that the meaning of 'stopping' in the word 'xiu' sounds frustrating, so Master and your generation are not allowed to use it?"

The little monk Wu Hutui suddenly remembered.

"In "Shen Mie Lun": the word 'xiu' in 'the wind startles the fog, swaying endlessly' means to stop and rest, and the 'xiu' in your Wuxiu uncle's name has another meaning. "Master Wu Nian said slowly.

"What?" the little monk Wu Hutui narrowed his eyes and asked.

"In "The Book of Songs*Xiaoya*Jingjingzhee": "When I see a gentleman, my heart is happy...and when I see a gentleman, my heart rests." The word "xiu" means joy and joy." Master Wu Nian Said.

The little monk and the five tigers retreated.

What theory, what gentleman?

What the hell are these Wen Zou Zou's words? !

"..." The little monk retreated five tigers.

"Did you know?" Wu Hutui suddenly raised his head, tilted his head and looked at "Master Wu Nian" who was playing chess in front of him, and said.

"My master has a lot of misery in his heart, and he always likes to talk about big things, but he never speaks such nonsense in front of me."

"You are not my master." Wu Hutui said, blinking.

The whole world was shattered at Wuhutui's words.

It was suddenly dark all around.

Illusions, hallucinations, or hallucinations, these are illusory things.

What is unreal is what is false.

And fake things, even if they look real, are not the same as the real ones.

When Uchiha Sasuke taught Wuhutai to distinguish illusions, he once said such a thing to Wuhutu.

He said: "The so-called true and false is not an objective truth, but a difference that can only emerge after comparison."

"If the world is defined as true, then the opposite of this world is false."

"Conversely, if the world is defined as false, then other things may be true or false."

"And illusory things are based on self-cognition as the base, showing an illusion that is different from everything you know."

To put it simply, to see whether a scene is a false place like illusion, you need to compare it with your real memory.

Of course, some willpower, preferences and other things are also involved here, but there are too many and too complicated, so I will just mention it for the time being.

What I'm talking about here is still the matter of the five tigers retreating here.

The five tigers broke the illusion with one sentence before they retreated, and thought they could leave here.

But after standing in the dark for a long time, Wu Hutui found that he was still in the illusion and hadn't left.

All the false things around were shattered and disappeared with the wind, but the master of no-mind sitting on the futon and playing chess against the chessboard did not disappear.

To be precise, the person sitting on the futon and playing chess against the chessboard is no longer the Master of No Mind.

It was a fluttering white robe, black hair like black ink, wearing a black cassock, holding a string of Buddhist beads, the strange monk that the five tigers had seen in the illusion before the retreat.

The five tigers stepped back and looked around. It was pitch black and there was no way out, so he simply sat down again, sitting cross-legged on the opposite side of the strange monk's chessboard.

"Who are you?" Five Tigers retreated and asked.

"The name of the poor monk is Wuxiu." The strange monk, no, he should be called Master Wuxiu.

Master Wuxiu dropped his son and asked without raising his head, "Are you Chang Zang's disciple?"

"Of course, Master Changzang is the living Buddha of our temple." Wu Hu retreated and blinked, without thinking deeply for a moment, and asked another question instead.

Since the strange monk in front of him claims to be endless, then.

"Are you the Master Wuxiu who was stabbed by Brother Yaoyan?" Five Tigers retreated and asked.

"What you see and think is false, how do you know what you see is real?" Master Wuxiu said.

"The hallucination can't be so real. It can trap me for so many days. What happened before must be real." Wuhu Tui said firmly.

Not bragging, Wuhu Tui is really confident in his intuition that he can escape the revenge of countless hapless people who have been pitted and bleeding.

As we have seen before, Wuhu Tui in the Heart Demon Realm is sober from beginning to end, and has never indulged in the illusion.

Because the original mental demons and illusions were the most profound or most desired things in the past memory, and these things have passed many years ago.

The past will not come again.

The Five Tigers are very aware of this, so they have been sober all the way.

But this time is different.

It is not all the past in memory, nor is it desire and longing. What I encountered this time is not so much an illusion as an adventure.

Adventure is the unknown, the wondrous, the unexperienced but would have been imagined long ago.

Real mixed with real, no fake.

Wuhu Tui once became a monk in the temple, yes, it is true.

The master of the Five Tigers is called Wu Nian, and he is the youngest elder in the temple. Yes, this is also true.

Even, Master Wu Nian and He once said in the meditation room that the five tigers retreated a lot, and asked him to fill the hole he dug for himself, punish the five tigers to quit copying books, and so on.

These are also real things.

Because it was too real, yet it was subtly different from the memory, so Wuhu Tui was not as clear-headed as he was in the dreamland.

Then there are things that have not been seen.

About Yaken Toshiro, about the woman Yaken Toshiro saved his benefactor, and about the story about the Venerable Ananda that Master Wuxiu and Wuhutui told under the big tree under the martial arts compound.

Those are real, too, and they couldn't be more real.

However, that is not the reality of the retreat of the five tigers.

"So, you've seen Brother Yaoyan too." Wuhu Tui asked while lying on the chessboard.

"I've seen it before, it's a very special boy." Master Wuxiu said.

"Crackling" fell down.

In a dark space, only the chessboard in front of Master Wuxiu was emitting light.

"By the way, you just said that you know my Master Chang Zang?" Wu Hu Tui shook his head and suddenly remembered something.

"Living Buddha Changzang was a celebrity more than 1000 years ago, who doesn't know that." Uncle Wuxiu said.

"..." The five tigers retreated.

Hey, I didn't expect Master Changzang to be from this Middle Earth.

That's right, if it is said that this Changzang master is really the Changzang master that Wuhu Tui knew, it means that.

Is this the world where Wuhu Tui once became a monk?

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