The ordinary courtyard is the same as the courtyard outside. It is a simple room leaning against the mountain wall. There is a path paved with green bricks in the middle, leading to the door. There are grass on both sides. It seems that no one is taking it seriously.

Weeds have grown in many places. Different from the Zen room outside, there is a rather thick black curtain hanging on the door of this room. Apart from this door, there does not seem to be any other openings on the room.

Exits such as windows

Gui Li looked at this ordinary and ordinary hut, and felt thirsty in his throat, but his hands clenched involuntarily. He looked at Master Puhong, but he saw that Master Puhong's face was also very complicated.

His expression seemed to be regretful or painful, and he was speechless. He was also looking at the small door in a daze.

For a moment, no one spoke. In the silence, only the low hum of insects came from an unknown place in the weeds beside me. I don’t know what they were calling.

After a long time, Master Puhong sighed softly and said, "Let's go in."

The muscles on Gui Li's face twitched and he whispered: "Okay"

Master Pu Hong walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and opened the door with a creak.

The faint sound came from the rotor on the door. I don’t know how long it had been since anyone had opened the door. It was heavy and desolate.

A burst of cold air suddenly rushed out from the house. Although Gui Li was still standing outside the door, he was hit by this cold air. With his level of cultivation, he couldn't help but shudder. In this small room, actually

It seems like the coldest place in the world

Gui Li frowned and hesitated. At this moment, Master Pu Hong's voice came from behind the curtain and said: "Little donor, come in."

Gui Li took a deep breath, shook his head, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and strode in.

The curtain slowly fell, and the door made a sad creaking sound again. It closed gently and the small courtyard regained its calm. The figure of Dharma Prime Minister slowly walked over from the front, looking at the plain and unpretentious room.

In the small hut, he chanted the Buddha's name softly, but he bent down and bowed, with a solemn and solemn expression on his face.

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The curtains were lowered and the wooden door was closed. Since there were no windows, the room suddenly became dark.

A biting chill surged from all directions in an instant, as if countless cold steel needles were about to pierce into his skin. Gui Li had just recovered from his serious illness, and had several cold wars for a while. However, he was not a mortal after all, and several real methods were running in his body to adjust his breath.

, and slowly got used to it. Even though the chill could not enter the body, the biting coldness was still extremely uncomfortable.

This hut on Mount Sumeru seems to be even colder than the bitter cold of the Arctic Icefield.

Gui Li was shocked in his heart. When he was in doubt, he heard Master Puhong in front of him sighing lowly and saying: "Junior brother, we are here to see you. This is the person you have wanted to see for a long time."

His voice was low and filled with strange emotions. The chill in the room suddenly became a little colder, almost freezing one's blood. Then, a ray of light, white with a slight silvery light, slowly

Slowly walking in front of Master Puhong and Gui Li, the end of the hut lit up.

The light was light and like snow. First it bloomed in a ray, and then slowly lit up another silver-white glimmer at the edge of the light, but it got close to it and merged into one. Then the glimmers of light lit up one after another, and gradually...

Out, it is a disc shape about one foot square

The light was soft and pure white like snow. The light could not rise more than a foot high. At the end it seemed to turn into little snowflakes, or like white fireflies, dancing gently and falling slowly, almost like a dream.

Then, the rays of light slowly merged and gradually became brighter. Master Gui Li and Pu Hong only heard a soft whistle from the room. The sound was sweet and clear. The white light was strong, and it instantly emitted brilliance, illuminating the entire room.

At that moment, Master Puhong lowered his head and chanted the name of the Buddha, but Gui Li suddenly felt that all the blood in his body was frozen, and he could no longer feel any warmth. In fact, he even felt that

I can't feel my heartbeat anymore, and it seems to have stopped for an instant.

He just stood there like a stiff icicle, staring blankly into the depths of the light. There was no other thought in his mind, only two words echoed:

common wisdom

The light was like snow, flowing brilliantly, emanating from a pure white jade disc. At the same time, braving the coldness, on the one-foot-square disc, there was a person sitting cross-legged. It was the change that changed Zhang Xiaofan's life back then.

The fate of life makes today's ghosts unforgettable - Puzhi

From a distance, Puzhi's face is lifelike. Although his skin looks extremely pale and lifeless, upon closer inspection, there are no signs of dryness. In fact, he is still the compassionate and peaceful old monk in Zhang Xiaofan's memory.

There was no change at all, but there was a hint of pain in his expression.

except body

For some reason, Puzhi's body was more than twice as small as before. It was precisely because of this that he could sit cross-legged on the pure white cold jade plate. He thought that the cold air in this room was so strong, but he didn't see anyone.

The reason why the ice cubes are piled up is probably because of this rare treasure. Of course, the fact that Puzhi's body can be preserved for so long is probably also due to the power of this rare treasure.

However, Gui Li could no longer think of so much in his mind. The compassionate and peaceful monk sitting on the jade plate was clearly engraved deeply in his heart. Over the past ten years, he has not forgotten it at all.

Is it hate?

Is that a favor?

Sometimes his mind was empty, and sometimes it was like a violent storm, with thunder and lightning roaring, and all kinds of pain and resentment suddenly filled his heart.

That kind monk was the one who saved his life, the one who taught him the true Dharma and treated him like a son. However, it was this seemingly compassionate monk who ruined his life and made him suffer day and night, as if he had fallen to the ground.

The abyss of the mansion...

The entanglement of grudges and grudges, I thought they were only in my heart, but unexpectedly, today, I saw his face again

Gui Li was so agitated that he couldn't stand, felt dizzy, and fell to the side. At this moment, a gentle and warm hand stretched out from the side to support him, and at the same time, a familiar hand

The breath, which is the true Dharma of Buddhism, Brahman Prajna, came from the palm of his hand. It was extremely thick and powerful, and slowly subdued the surging blood in Gui Li's heart.

"Amitabha, little benefactor, don't be too excited. It's important to take care of yourself." Master Puhong's calm voice came softly from the side.

Gui Liru woke up from his dream, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, let go of Pu Hong's hand, and stood up straight again. However, his eyes never left Pu Zhi's face. In the dim light, Pu Zhi was peaceful.

The look of pain on his face seemed to be profound

Master Pu Hong stood aside and looked at Gui Li carefully. In his eyes, the young man's painful and changeable face was changing in the dim light. At this moment, Gui Li seemed to no longer be the devil who was famous all over the world.

The demon-teacher is just a miserable mortal in his eyes, just like the boy many years ago

He sighed softly, with a heavy gaze, turned to look at Puzhi in front of him, walked forward slowly, stared at Puzhi's face, and whispered: "Junior brother, your last wish before your death, I have already fulfilled it for you.

Senior brother, I was incompetent. I couldn't save you back then. The bad consequences of your bad causes will lead to bad consequences. This is what you said yourself back then. I hope you will put aside your old sins as soon as possible and be reborn as Amitabha Buddha."

He put his hands together and bowed to Pu Zhi's body, then walked straight out. When he was about to go out, he said calmly: "Little donor, I think you also want to stay alone with Junior Brother Pu Zhi for a while."

If you need anything in the Zen room in front, just come and find me."

Gui Li didn't speak and seemed to turn a deaf ear. At this moment, all he could see was the monk Puzhi in the dim light.

Master Puhong sighed, opened the door, lifted the curtain, and walked out. There was silence in the house.

Gui Li moved his steps slowly, slowly, and walked towards Pu Zhi bit by bit. He seemed to be afraid of something, a little at a loss. It was clear that he had been so gnashing of teeth and hating, but for what reason? At this time,

Infinite sadness welled up in his heart

The man was sitting there quietly, without any sign of anger, but as if he had been waiting for something. There even seemed to be a sense of desire and expectation on his face with a look of pain.

Gui Li slowly walked up to him, stared at Puzhi, slowly clenched his hands, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh, but finally let go. He seemed to have lost his support, and was so weak.

, fell to the ground silently, sitting in front of Puzhi without saying a word.

A faint light flickered, illuminating the figures of Puzhi and him.

Time has stopped in this room, sometimes flowing backwards, sometimes jumping, but in the end, what kind of two hearts remain unchanged?

Even if one is still beating, one has become silent

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"Dong...dong...dong...dong..."

The morning bell rings again, echoing in every corner of Mount Sumeru. Its melodious sound wakes people up from their dreams, but it also has a feeling that can take people away from the mortal world.

On the top of Mount Sumeru, at Xiaotianyin Temple, outside the silent Zen room, there was a knock on the door.

Master Pu Hong raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Is this the Dharma? Come in."

Fa Xiang came in with the sound, walked over and saluted Master Pu Hong, but looked at his face, but there seemed to be a hint of worry, saying: "Master, a whole day and night have passed, and Donor Zhang has not shown up yet.

come out"

Master Pu Hong shook his head and said: "How can it be so easy to see and let go of the evil fate in the past life and the love and hatred in the past life?"

He put his hands together and said in a low voice: "Yes". Then he frowned and said to Master Pu Hong: "Master, I am worried that there is a 'jade ice plate' in the hut. Although it can protect the immortal body of Master Pu Zhi, it will be cold in the cold."

Ice energy is very harmful to ordinary people. Moreover, Zhang Donor, who has just recovered from his serious injury, is in a state of confusion and pain. What if... the root cause of the disease is left? How can we live up to Master Pu Zhi's final words?"

Master Puhong said calmly: "It doesn't matter. I used the Brahma Prajna to protect his heart yesterday. Coupled with his own cultivation, although the cold air is poisonous, there is no serious problem."

After hearing this, the Dharma Minister breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands and said: "That's it, I am relieved."

Master Puhong nodded, glanced at the Dharma Prime Minister, and said, "I see that you care very much about this donor Zhang. Although your uncle Puzhi made a statement on his deathbed that day, you yourself seem to have a different regard for him."

The Dharma Minister smiled and said: "Master has a keen eye, it is true." He seemed to recall the past and sighed, "To be honest, Master, ten years have passed by in a hurry since I first met with Donor Zhang.

The disciples may make small progress in their Buddhist practice, but they will be like babies walking along the road with little change in their lives. Only this donor Zhang, looking at his life, there are turbulent waves, ups and downs, great sorrow and great suffering, gratitude and hatred, and all kinds of suffering mentioned by the Buddha.

He actually let him taste them all one by one."

Master Puhong's face moved slightly, he put his hands together and softly recited a Buddha's name.

The Dharma Prime Minister continued: "During the night when I was still awake, I thought of this donor Zhang, who had sacrificed my life for him. Just imagine that all these sufferings had happened to me. Unfortunately, my Buddhist knowledge was not deep after all, so I was horrified.

The fearful Buddha said that skin is nothing but dust after all. Only this way of mind is important to realize. Every time I think about this, I think of the ups and downs of donor Zhang’s life, but he is still able to endure the hardships. I really admire him."

At this point, Faxiang's expression suddenly changed, and he knelt down to Master Puhong. Master Puhong was startled and said, "Why are you doing this?"

The Dharma Minister said in a low voice: "Master, I am a disciple who has only a limited practice and a poor understanding of Buddhism. However, I am suffering from inner demons for a person like Donor Zhang. I really can't bear to ask my mentor to use his great supernatural power. With my Buddha's boundless magical power, I can enlighten and transform him."
To be continued...