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Every flower and tree can form a world by itself.

In every world, there are supreme voices and immeasurable dharmas that guide all living beings to swim through all kinds of suffering and reach bliss forever.

If I can cross sentient beings, who can cross me?

Buddha never spoke.

Wu Xin opened his eyes, looked up at the Buddha statue he enshrined day and night, but saw a pair of clear pupils.

Yu Qingcheng twisted her hair with her fingers boredly, as if she had been waiting in front of him for a long time, when she saw him raise her head, she smiled slyly, and wrapped a strand of long black hair around his neck.

Wu Xin looked at him silently, motionless.

Yu Qingcheng pulled the other end of her hair with one hand, pinned the broken hair on her forehead behind her ears with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Holy Monk, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Wu Xin clasped his palms together, chanted the Buddha, and asked, "Is the benefactor looking for a poor monk?"

Yu Qingcheng blinked innocently: "Yes, there is something important."

Wu Xin: "The benefactor, please speak."

Yu Qingcheng: "Suddenly I am very interested in Buddhism. Would you like to talk to me, the holy monk?"

Wu Xin: "Since this is the case, the benefactor can come to the temple to chant sutras with us in the morning and evening class first. I believe there will be insights."

"That's it." Yu Qingcheng lengthened the ending, tugged at the hair in his hand, and pulled Wu Xin towards him, "No, I'm short on time, why don't you read it to me?"

Wu Xin was dragged in front of him, he could clearly feel each other's breathing at such a distance, he stared at the man in front of him with calm eyes.

Yu Qingcheng was quite dismayed to find that the other party didn't even breathe a little bit.

Wu Xin had never been so close to anyone before, he did not restrain his eyes cautiously, but slowly sized him up, his eyebrows were as black as his hair, and they were as shiny as his eyes, which more and more matched his eyes. When it is clear and light, the eyes of this color can clearly reflect the portrait of the person, like a bright mirror...

All dharmas are empty.

It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Wu Xin felt himself being pulled back to reality vigorously by something, cold water dripped on his face.

It is raining at Mawei Station.

It seems to be the third day with continuous rain.

The little junior stood beside him timidly, and reminded him again with a voice as thin as a mosquito that the wound was open and he needed to go back and bandage it.

Wu Xin raised his hands in front of his eyes, blood oozing from the thick gauze, he raised one corner of his mouth and smiled in the rain.

Then he heard Huo Qingyun's voice saying: "Are you sure he's dead? We haven't found the body yet!"

Wu Xin turned his head, in the dense rain curtain, stood behind him were two people whose faces could not be seen clearly.Indeed, he has always been unable to see other people's faces clearly, flesh and bones, without the appearance of sentient beings, what's the use of distinguishing too clearly?

Wu Xin turned back again, looked at the mountains and clouds in the distance and said, "Before he jumped, he was hit by 'Momentary Millennium'."

As soon as these words came out, the two people behind them and the junior brother gasped at the same time.

After a while, Ye Zhanmei squatted down on the spot and said sullenly, "Why didn't God even give us a chance to bury him?"

Huo Qingyun strode to Wuxin's side, looked at the abyss under his feet with a sullen face, blood was almost clenched in his hand: "I don't believe... I don't believe that you just died like this. Get back, Yu Qingcheng!"

Wu Xin grinned again, the rain rolled down his face, he stood up staggeringly, and said to himself: "No, it is the poor monk who should go to the hell, it is the poor monk who killed him .I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

The world turned upside down in front of his eyes, the river stopped flowing, the vegetation stopped growing, and the stars died one by one. He turned into a grain of sand in the world of mortals, and was wrapped by the strong wind and landed on a withered maple tree. .

He saw Yu Qingcheng wearing thin clothes, wading barefoot in the water, maple leaves fell on his feet, he raised his head and smiled, the monk in white asked him: "That day outside the Jianmen Pass, what are you doing? "

Yu Qingcheng stepped on the water with great interest, and replied nonchalantly: "How is it possible, I couldn't find you later, so I went back to Yangzhou alone."

His face changed and changed, and he became an ordinary person among all living beings, but it was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off.

He saw the three-foot black hair suddenly turn white, Yu Qingcheng ran to the top of Chang'an City, turned around and smiled at himself, and this illusion collapsed.A huge explosion resounded through the sky, and the mountains and rocks collapsed, blocking the way for the Jianning Army to move forward.

"I beg you to let me... die with you."

Those who understand the mind have no mind.If you want to be enlightened, you must abandon your ordinary mind, bear the burden of humiliation, see the light of the sun, and achieve boundless merit.The past heart cannot be obtained, the present heart cannot be obtained, and the future heart cannot be obtained. Without heart, there will be no pain, and without heart, you will gain the Tao.

The Buddha said that all minds are non-minds.

He asked, what is a Buddha?

Irony, great irony, he finally realized it at this time.

When Huo Qingyun opened the door and entered, Ye Zhanmei had just woken up and was putting on a shoe with one foot raised. When he saw him coming in, he greeted him energetically.

Huo Qingyun: "It's almost noon."

Ye Zhan glared at him: "Who made you stay up so late last night!"

Huo Qingyun spread her hands: "I sent you to sleep a long time ago."

"..." Ye Zhanmei thought for a while, "It's all my fault for being too determined."

Huo Qingyun smiled, took a wooden comb to comb his hair, and said: "I'll go shopping in Luoyang City later, let's have lunch there."

Ye Zhanmei cheered: "Rongji's seafood! I want to die."

Huo Qingyun frowned and pushed him back: "Don't move. If you mess up, you have to do it all over again."

Ye Zhanmei sat on the spot obediently, but her legs shook restlessly: "We haven't been there for at least half a year? I wonder if Boss Cui has introduced new dishes."

Huo Qingyun said: "I have already ordered fresh river prawns in advance, and I guess they will be ready there."

Ye Zhanmei swallowed: "I can't wait. Let's ride through the moon!"

Huo Qingyun tied up her hair, and looked down at his crooked eyebrows and eyes. There was a pool of clear lake water in that expression, and with a slight movement, it would flood the room with brilliance.

"it is good."

After that oolong encounter outside Taiyuan City, Huo Qingyun saw Tang Ziming again in Qin Huangling's Mausoleum a month later.

Although the Tiance Army cooperated closely with the Wulin League in Taiyuan, Huo Qingyun simply didn't have time to enter Taiyuan City to participate in the finishing work of the war.He followed Linghu Shang's whereabouts all the way to Chang'an with his cronies, and he was notified when he arrived at the entrance of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum. The Wulin League also sent people to support him.

Tang Ziming appeared from the well, greeted Huo Qingyun briefly, looked behind him, and asked, "Have you changed your weapon?"

The spear on Huo Qingyun's back actually glowed with a faint golden gleam in the dark night. The patterns on the body of the gun were intricate and intricate, and the barb on the head seemed to be tailor-made according to his marksmanship habits, which could be felt from a distance. The icy chill on the blade is really a rare good gun.

Huo Qingyun smiled, and took off the gun: "Does it look majestic? You raised your eyebrows and asked someone to hit you."

Back then, Ye Zhanmei collected meteorites all over the world for this thing, and was cheated out of thousands of gold. He thought he didn't know, so he happily handed it over, saying it was a birthday present.

Huo Qingyun also pretended not to know what he was talking about these past few months, took it in surprise and joy, praised it, and finally proposed to give this unexplored weapon a famous name.

Ye Zhanmei thought for a while, and said, Suliu!It's called backtracking.

Recalling from it, the road is hindered and long.Traveling backwards from it, just in the middle of the water.

Going upstream, the vastness of the Han River, you can think about it day and night.

Tang Ziming leaned forward to take a closer look: "It is indeed a good weapon."

Huo Qingyun raised her eyes to look at the people not far away, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure: "Huh? That Yelu girl from your family is also here."

Tang Ziming immediately changed his face: "She is a big liar!"

"...Huh?" Huo Qingyun was shocked.

Tang Ziming complained: "She just used me to infiltrate into the core theater of Taiyuan and steal information from the Cangyun Army. Who knew she was such a person!"

"..." Huo Qingyun felt a little indigestible for a while, "But that day, you looked like friends you hadn't seen for many years."

Tang Ziming said: "No, she just helped me in Junshan back then."

Huo Qingyun: "In this way, she is your benefactor."

Tang Ziming: "What a benefactor! It's not enough for this big liar to use me up, he even cheated me of my most important thing!"

"The most important thing, what is that?" Huo Qingyun asked curiously.

Tang Ziming asked back: "What do you think is the most important thing to me?"

Huo Qingyun speculated on his psychology and guessed: "...a wooden stake?"

"..." Tang Ziming seemed to understand a little bit after he mentioned it, but he said with a troubled expression, "How could that thing be stolen, I, I'm talking about the second most important thing!"

Huo Qingyun said: "Yes, I heard that there has been a craft of making wooden stakes that can be carried around in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers for a long time, and it seems that some finished products have flowed into the rivers and lakes recently. But I haven't seen the real thing yet, so I thought Tang Brother will definitely find ways to buy one... After all, what is the second most important thing?"

Tang Ziming's eyes immediately changed after hearing his words, and his voice couldn't help raising his voice several times: "Can you carry it with you? Why have I never heard of such a good thing? I don't know what it will be like?"

"Hey, is this what you two are talking about?" Hearing the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, Yeluxue had already walked to the side of the two of them at some point, leaning leisurely on a thick wooden stake, which was still standing on top of it. Drawing a smiling face, he was facing Tang Ziming's direction.

Huo Qingyun swore that at that moment, Tang Ziming's face blushed clearly.

Chengtong took the neatly stacked cassock in Wu Xin's hand and a string of sandalwood beads on it, and stepped back to one side.

Wu Xin knelt respectfully in front of the hall, and after three kowtows, Xuan Zheng lit up incense.

The room was terribly quiet all the time, and the Buddha gazed at the struggling beings in the world of mortals with neither sad nor happy eyes as usual. On this day, the sound of chanting scriptures and prayers was rarely heard in this room.

After a long silence, Xuanzheng, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes: "Enlightenment."

Wu Xin: "The disciple is here."

Xuanzheng: "Do you know what epiphany is?"

Wuxin: "Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, and the pain is too painful. Gods and ghosts from all directions are all happy."

Xuanzheng stood up, picked up the string of Buddhist beads in Chengtong's hand, and silently handed them to Wuxin who was still kneeling on the ground.

Wu Xin raised his head, but did not reach out to receive it, and asked, "Abbot, what is a Buddha?"

The author has something to say: Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, and the pain is too painful.Gods and ghosts from all directions are all happy.

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