Good news, the elder is gone

In fact, Xue Wangliu can also understand Congtian's thoughts. He originally set up this secret realm to let the monks who came in have a CD of the past and listen to their love at that time.

In order to keep everyone from feeling bored, he can read books in his library while listening to the story, and then go to the Tongrenzhen to practice kung fu after listening to the story.It is a real welfare mystery for the juniors to sit in a row and share the fruits, and the whole point of cheats, exercises, magic weapons and red envelopes.

Of course, this is for obedient and obedient monks, and there are special good fruits for disobedient kids who want to do damage.This kind of attitude that when friends come, they have good wine, and when enemies come, they have shotguns, which is very in line with the Buddhist style.

However, it was the first time for Xue Wangliu to see Congtian's behavior in the whole love melodrama in the secret realm of his tomb. After thinking about it, he felt that the depression in the past and the emotional discomfort should erupt together. In the future, Congtian may feel that he is dead, so why not care about so much, just let himself go, I have my young.

The juniors have already lined up to enter the eighteen vajra bronze figures arranged by the heavens. Xue Wangliu is the only one left sitting cross-legged on the futon in the treasure hall, surrounded by golden images of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and in front of him is a golden coffin and sitting From the day before the coffin.

"Master, where are those Buddhist masters who prayed for you just now?" Xue Wangliu asked.

Cong Tian smiled and said: "Fellow Daoists have a profound cultivation base, and it is enough for fellow Daoists to pray for the poor monk, there is no need for them to be here."

"That's still necessary." Xue Wangliu said truthfully, "To be honest, I really don't know anything about Buddhist scriptures. It would be really disrespectful to fall asleep while praying for the master's salvation."

Cong Tian paused, fell silent for a while and sighed: "No one is born with a knowledge of Buddhist scriptures. Fellow Taoists have reached the Mahayana, and crossing the catastrophe is only up to you whether you want to or not. It's just that fellow Taoists don't want to understand."

Xue Wangliu nodded cheekily: "Indeed, geniuses sometimes have partial subjects."

Congtian: ...

The old mage hesitated to speak. After a long silence, he finally realized that this person had a bit of a thick skin on him. He simply opened the skylight and said, "The poor monk asked the fellow Taoists to recite scriptures and pray, not only for the poor monk, but also for the fellow Taoists themselves."

The Buddhist beads in his hand were spinning, and the wooden fish in his hand was tapped lightly, and the tone of his voice was as relaxing as the sandalwood in front of the Buddha.But Xue Wangliu didn't dare to relax, he tensed his back and smiled at Congtian: "It's hard to persuade a dead ghost, so why bother a mage?"

"Let go of your attachments, everything is at ease." Congtian said for a while, but he smiled wryly: "It seems that the poor monk's words are not appropriate."

Xue Wangliu nodded: "Exactly."

"It's just that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, fellow Taoist, it's better to let yourself go." Master Congtian looked at him with compassion in his eyes: "Life is alive, and it is hard to calm down after all."

Xue Wangliu lowered his eyes and turned over a page of the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, the words on it were densely packed, like flies flying all over the sky, which disturbed him even just looking at it.

"Everyone understands the truth, but whether to follow it or not is another matter." The old god Xue Wangliu was there, looking at the mage who seemed to have a tight mouth in front of him, and suddenly asked: "I don't know if a mage can believe in past and present lives? "

Congtian smiled: "The world is so big, there are no surprises, everyone's karma is different, and the poor monk's practice of the Eight Sufferings of Reincarnation can be regarded as a journey in the past and present life. Daoist friends may wish to speak directly, and the poor monk will listen attentively."

"According to the words of this world, my relatives were weak in my previous life. After my parents separated, I went to find my husband. The family was perfect and each had children. There was no home for me. My father did not love my mother, and I was born to work hard. For three melons and two dates I worked from dawn to dusk and went to work for others. I was as tired as a dog, but I couldn’t even afford a house. When I was hit by a car and died on the way home, I was still hungry and I didn’t know where it was buried. Did anyone collect my body.” Wang Liu sneered: "It's wrong to live, I can't afford to die, that's all."

After hearing this, everyone said it was miserable, closed their eyes and sighed Amitabha.

"Maybe it's because I didn't deserve to die, and I'm not dead yet, yet I'm here in this world." Xue Wanliu pursed her lips and smiled, "In this life, my parents are loving, my grandparents are kind, and the lord's family is rich and noble, and they treat me like pearls and treasures." It is not an exaggeration to say that he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth."

Recalling what happened 800 years ago, Xue Wangliu's expression suddenly softened: "Every day I live is like a dream, I stretch out my clothes to eat and open my mouth, my parents love me without asking for anything in return, what I didn't have in the previous life, in this life Own one by one. In order to repay them, I can only show myself to be smarter, and I even made a name for myself as a genius in the capital..."

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Congtian in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed, and he said softly: "It was only later that I realized that even if I am a little more stupid, my parents still love me."

"Parents love their children, that's how it is." Cong Tian said slowly.

Xue Wangliu smiled: "It is precisely because I didn't have it in my previous life that I cherish this life so much. I thought that this life would be spent in a rich and gentle country, and one day I would become a parent like my parents, loving my son and loving me." My grandson, wait until the ancient and rare descendants are full and leave the world contentedly, but the sky will not follow people's wishes."

The Buddhist scriptures in his hand were suddenly clenched and smoothed, Xue Wangliu brushed those scriptures in an attempt to calm his mind, but the words of Buddha did not catch the eye, he sighed, only felt that his heart was burning with anger and even more irritable.

He asked slowly: "Master, do you know what is the most difficult thing in this world?"

Congtian was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Everyone has different minds, there is no definite number."

"For a mage, it's about watching Fairy Mingjing ascending to the upper realm, but he can't stay." Xue Wangliu looked at him with a smile, and said slowly: "For me, it's when I have achieved unparalleled achievements, and one person is worth ten thousand. When avenging my parents and relatives, I found that time waits for no one, and those enemies that I used to want to drink blood and eat flesh have long since become dead bones and buried in the ground."

He clapped his hands lightly, and sighed: "Soldiers are not bloody, I actually boiled them to death alive. Mage, do you think this is ridiculous? I have no revenge because the enemy is dead! How can I be so useless in the world?" baby!"

Congtian sighed: "Since the grievances are gone, can fellow daoists let go?"

"Nothing." Xue Wangliu shook his head, looked at the golden Buddha statue in front of him looking down on him, and said softly: "The imperial power has changed, and my Xue family was implicated in it, and my family was confiscated and exiled. I accept my fate. I have traveled thousands of miles to this south In the wild land, there is no wealth or honor, and I accept my fate, as long as the family is reunited. But their new emperor refuses to let go, day and night there are endless killers, and he insists on cutting grass and roots..."

He lowered his eyes and smiled: "They did what they did, and I naturally did it too."

Cong Tian frowned, and heard Daoist Xue in front of him say softly: "I waited for their descendants to gather together to dig up their graves, open their coffins, smash their ancestral halls, and kill them." What about the royal family if they lost their clansmen? What about the powerful ministers? It would be a pleasure to crush them to ashes!"

"Amitabha, sin is sin."

The Buddhist beads in Congtian's hand turned faster, and he chanted the scriptures of exaltation, which made Xue Wangliu laugh, "Master, they are obviously bad people who harm people, why do you still want to exalt them for them?"

"No, this poor monk is saving the family members of a fellow Taoist." Congtian shook his head, and said softly: "If the poor monk used to think that the murder of a fellow Taoist was too serious, but after walking through the world with Ming Jing, The mood is very different.”

Xue Wangliu raised his eyebrows, and then apologized: "I blamed the mage by mistake, so don't blame the mage."

Congtian shook his head: "Speaking of this, fellow Taoist, is your mood calmer?"

"Slightly." Xue Wangliu looked at Congtian and said with a smile: "In the past few hundred years, my mind has long been calm, but I still feel uneasy when I think about it occasionally. The root cause is that my enemy has done all the evil things and still enjoys The ancestral temple sacrifices, but my parents’ clan doesn’t even know where the tomb is.”

Xue Wangliu lowered his eyes, thinking that he has searched for hundreds of years, even the graves have been flattened, and various secret methods have been used no less than a hundred times. Really difficult.

"Now I know that my life is about to die. Seeking a chance for life is not about ascension. One is that I have not fulfilled the appointment with others, and the other is that I want to find the bones of my parents and relatives. Even if it has been turned into a handful of loess, I We also need to build graves and erect monuments for them, and receive incense as offerings." Xue Wangliu looked at Master Congtian, and changed his sitting posture to relax, "Oh, it's just a small request. If I can't do it, I'll be considered a ferryman. Jie Feisheng felt panicked in his heart."

Master Tian listened and nodded: "You Daoist Xue is a filial son."

"It's not necessary." Xue Wangliu quickly waved his hand, "The deceased is gone, no matter how much I do, they will never know. I just want to comfort myself more."

He looked up at the Buddha statue and smiled: "It also tells the Buddha that I have some filial piety. Don't wait for me to kill too many evils after I die. He will directly send me to the [-]th hell to be a coolie. I will live forever and never be reborn."

The former spokesman of the Buddha Congtian immediately explained: "The Buddha is wise, it will not be like this."

"That would be even better." Xue Wangliu told the past life and present life that he had never told anyone in one breath, and he felt much relieved.He looked at the white smoke of incense burning in the treasure hall, and suddenly said: "Master, this incense is not bad."

From the sky, Amitabha Buddha said: "It's just some spices that make people relax and calm the mind. The poor monk saw that the Taoist friend was too worried, and originally wanted to let the Taoist friend relax and have a good rest for a few days."

The implication is that I just want you to rest. I didn't want to eat melons. You put the material on your own initiative. You can't blame me.

"It's really relaxing." Xue Wangliu sighed, "There are some things that can't be said outside, the mage is already considered an outsider, so it doesn't hurt to listen."

It is true that only the dead can keep secrets.

Cong Tian smiled, didn't feel offended, just thought that fellow Daoist Xue's words were very interesting.

On the contrary, Xue Wangliu said again: "There seems to be something else in the mage's secret realm. Although my sixth son has a bad temper, he will not be so reckless. And Nianshu is young and straightforward, but he can't say it out. , usually bored in my heart..."

He and Master Congtian looked at each other with a smile, and the old monk in front of him said, "It's just to tell them to face up to their own self. Cultivation of the Tao is against the sky, so you might as well be chic and follow your heart. Don't be like me, and the world will not be like me." So many sad people."

Xue Wangliu nodded, wondering if it was the problem of Jingxinxiang, he didn't feel annoyed after reading the scriptures, and even took the initiative to say: "Then I will start to chant scriptures for the mage now."

"Please." Master Congtian waved his hand, and a teapot and two teacups appeared in front of the two of them for tea drinking.

But unexpectedly, Xue Wangliu stopped after reading a few words.

Cong Tian poured him a cup of tea: "Xue You, what's wrong?"

Xue Wangliu was a little embarrassed, he turned the book over and pointed to a word on it and asked, "Master, how do you pronounce this word?"

Congtian: ...

Amitabha does not know whether the Buddha can overcome illiteracy.

The author says:

Xue Wangliu: Depressed, my knife is ready to take revenge, but my enemy has died of old age.

Cong Tian: The mission of literacy at Sun Moon Academy was not successful. Why are there still illiterates in the Mahayana period?

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