Chang'an India

The weather in the south was hot early, Bian Yonglan and the monks headed southeast, and saw the spring scenery everywhere, and it became more and more intense day by day.

He no longer asked the monk why he followed him, and the monk didn't ask him where he was going. The two of them formed a relationship for four seasons, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they seemed to be willing to continue this relationship in this world.

"Master, I said that I don't remember the past, don't you feel surprised?"

In a blink of an eye, the Duanyang Festival is here, and every household hangs wormwood and Zhongkui to pray for blessings and auspiciousness, and to ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters.Bian Yonglan sat in the restaurant by the river, peeled a rice dumpling and ate it, and asked the monk in a protruding voice, without raising his head during the question, just folded the rice dumpling leaves neatly and put them on the table.

"........."

The monk didn't answer, but when he saw glutinous rice sticking to his hands, he took out a Supa from his bosom, poured out the residual tea and wet it, he took his hand and wiped it off without saying a word.

"..." Bian Yonglan smiled, but didn't move, lowered his eyes, counted the beads on his wrist one by one, and didn't say anything.

The dragon boat entered the water, the slogan was loud and clear, and a crowd of people crowded the Longjiang River to watch the fun.

Bian Yonglan dragged the monk into the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, staggered behind the monk, lowered his head slightly, put his chin lightly on his shoulder, and whispered to him in broad daylight: "Master, you are a monk, but you are a monk in your heart. There are also ghosts?"

After finishing his sentence, Bian Yonglan was about to withdraw, but felt someone was holding his wrist.

The monk didn't turn his head or look at him, but grabbed his wrist with his backhand, brought him closer, tilted his head slightly and said, "There is no ghost, but there is one."

"Abstain from killing, refraining from stealing, refraining from adultery and lying," Bian Yonglan smiled softly, his voice mixed with the sound of trumpets, drums, and noise, and asked him almost inaudibly, "Master, do you stop thinking about it?"

"I've thought about it..." His fingertips slowly slid across the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and then down again, he held his hand. Amidst the bustling voices, the two hands and ten fingers were silently entangled, "... ...the poor monk did not keep the precepts against you."

On the Baili River, more than a dozen dragon boats competed for each other, and the people watching the excitement on the bank ran with the boats, clapping and applauding, leaving the two behind.

Bian Yonglan let go of the monk's hand, smiled slightly and said, "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

The mountains and rivers are vast and the long rivers meander.The two stood on a high cliff in the mountains, and they had a panoramic view of the whole Hailing County.

Bian Yonglan took a step forward, with his sword out of its sheath, pointing at the mountains and rivers in front of him, and asked the monk, "Master, don't you ask me, does this scenery look familiar to you?"

"........."

The monk kept silent, and saw the person in front of him with his back turned to him, standing with his sword horizontally, his sleeves facing the wind, and a figure from his back hanging between the vast world, looking as chic and unrestrained as he almost wanted to ride the wind to go home.

Bian Yonglan couldn't hear the monk's answer, but he didn't turn his head. He just looked at the sunset and the long river in front of him, and asked again: "Why don't you come and tell me this time, what do you see in your eyes?"

"There are mountains and rivers." The monk raised his hands and clasped his palms together. During the ceremony, he dispelled the illusion and changed back to his true colors. "And you."

"Reminiscing is not remembering, forgetting is not forgetting..." The person on the edge of the cliff finally turned around, not surprised that the person in front of him changed, only slightly nodded, and said the name of the old man with a smile, "Tanshan, long time see."

"........."

Tan Shan regards Buddha's union as a gift, a gift to a true Buddha, ordinary people can't accept it, but this one can naturally accept it.

"Excuse me, it's all cause and effect, no need to thank you."

He is no longer a prince in the world, but he has a natural bearing in his words and smiles, which is the innate style of a world-the past, the past, the reincarnation of thousands of years, and the last thing left in the world is a drop of Buddha's tears.

The tears fell to the ground, and the mountains and rivers shared the same sorrow.

But the mountains and rivers have no gods and no wisdom, how can they make mourning?

The true Buddha sealed away a person's memory, and took out a ray of the true spirit of heaven and earth from another world from his soul. It was supposed to break the bond between the two worlds for him, but even the true Buddha never thought that the moment after the Buddha's body was broken, he would be with him. The moment before the extinction of the spiritual consciousness, the ray of true spirit that returned to its original source screamed suddenly!

People have no memory, and a ray of godless and ignorant true spirit Zi Ying can't remember anything.

But that whistling sound, like dripping ink into water, dyed the whole world with sadness.

Since ancient times, if living beings from all walks of life in the heavens and myriad worlds can attain the Tao, they can become immortals.

But for tens of thousands of years and thousands of worlds, there has never been a heaven and earth that can become a fairy by itself-the way of heaven does not allow it.

If the heaven and the earth can become immortals, the combined way is the way of heaven. Even if it is a small way of heaven, it is not within the rules, not within the constraints, how can the way of heaven allow it?

But at that moment, since ancient times, tens of thousands of years, and tens of thousands of worlds, for the first time, a part of heaven and earth broke free from the shackles of heaven with a roar that resounded through the sky.

The human world has circulated for thousands of years, giving birth to the three souls, shaping the seven souls, understanding the seven emotions, and knowing the six desires. This ray of true spirit that has gone through the world has returned to the original world and brought a unique karmic luck to this world. When a baby is born, it utters its first cry—from then on, there is love in the world, and when there is love, it will become wise, and when it is wise, it will become a fairy!

The heaven and the earth become immortals, and the god lord is absent, but still protects the soul of a true Buddha with the power of the world, and helps him reshape his golden body.

A year in the world, a hundred years in another world, the true Buddha who spent a hundred years reshaping his golden body returned to the world, and walked through four hours alone.

The seal has been removed long ago, remembering is not remembering, forgetting is not forgetting, it is because of love that it breaks free from the shackles, and it is also because of love that it is imprisoned - because even if you don't remember anything, you still remember love.

So even if you forget everything, you can't forget the pain.

This kind of bitterness cannot be saved by the Buddha, and it can only be discovered by others.

The Buddha, in the body of a Buddha, accompanied people through the four seasons, silently waiting for him to explore the way of forgetting love-love and not be bound by love. If you ask when suffering and attachment will be relieved, but the only way is the four seasons in the world. Things are silent.

The sky suddenly has colorful rays of light, not like Hongqiao, but like rivers and waves, surging and sweeping thousands of miles.One of the broken seals merged into one at the moment the vision appeared in the sky, and the precious light submerged into the body of the divine master.

This world is him, and he is this world.

The true spirit of the world and the three souls and seven souls of mortals are born from the same root, half of them become immortals because of love, and half of them become enlightened because of forgetting love, and finally break through the last shackles left by the way of heaven, and ascend to heaven in the posture of a world of heaven and earth. to his divine place.

The divine master returned to his place, and waved away the glow from the sky.

The left and right are not human anymore, and the first sentence he said was naturally not human-"Look," he pointed at the real Buddha in front of him, "this is what makes someone become immortal by practicing," pointing again. To myself, "It is good for someone to become a fairy by fate, so don't be too envious."

"........."

Tan Shan was speechless, he couldn't help laughing before he said a word.

"If you're afraid that I'll blame you, you should have changed back to this face." The god who doesn't speak human words looked at this gorgeous smile, and said in a daze, "Anyway, looking at this face, I also feel that I am afraid of it." Show no temper."

"Surge..."

Tan Shan stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, kissed his brow and eyes lightly, and sighed in a low voice: "Of course I know... My Lanlan actually didn't blame me at all."

After practicing for a hundred years, his soul wandered in the other world, nourishing and reshaping his golden body with spiritual energy.

For nearly a hundred years, when he passed by flowers, the flowers bloomed for him; when he passed by trees, the trees whirled for him.

He passed by the water, and the water gushed into a clear spring, and when he passed by rare birds and animals, he heard the roar of the birds and animals, and he fell in love with each other.

Even if you don't pass by anything, just stop there for a while, and the sky will gather colorful clouds.

That was the love that the whole world told him, because it was pure and true, so there was no regret or complaint.

——He was originally a golden immortal, the most holy and the best;——He was originally the true spirit of heaven and earth, the most pure and true.

For thousands of years in the world, one has kept the goodness, and the other has kept the truth, and they will all be among the immortals. If they step out side by side, they will break through the void. Yu Tongshou.

Such a big movement of colorful clouds sweeping thousands of miles, naturally cannot be hidden from the eyes of ordinary people.

Later, at the location of the natural vision, there was a parent official who opened the mountain to practice Taoism—coincidentally, it was the Hailing County Sheriff again—the parent official named a high cliff in the mountain "Dengxian Cliff", It is said that one night the god entrusted him with a dream, and said that his fate in the world was over, so he went away as a fairy, so that he didn't have to worry about it.

There are inevitably people in the court who slander, once or twice, why do all good things belong to your son?Even Chengxian can use it to talk nonsense, but it's really... Really, the emperor doesn't speak, and no one dares to say anything.

When the plank road was first completed, a stone tablet was erected on the cliff. No one dared to say anything more when they saw the three characters "Dengxianya". Who, but who wrote that word, but they all recognize it.

There are also mortals who speak convincingly, saying that they saw an immortal walking away with their own eyes, and that they were two at the first sight—mortals, of course, they can make up whatever they want, and all kinds of legends are all based on their own thoughts. Compilation - So it was passed on and on, and it was passed down that there were lovers who loved each other but couldn't stay together. They moved God with a true love in the world, and they went hand in hand to become immortals.

Therefore, this place climbed to the fairy cliff, and in the next few hundred years, there will be more people seeking marriage than immortality, which is another story.

The author has something to say: Taishang Wangqing is not ruthless. It is said in the postscript that this chapter is not the final chapter, and there is an epilogue