When Yuanjue went to the Patriarch Hall of Jinshan Temple to settle the cause and effect of his past and present lives.

Wei Yuan looked at the scenery around Jinshan Temple. The woman in white stood quietly next to him, seeming to be thinking about something. He was very happy and leisurely. The scenery at Jinshan Temple was quite beautiful. At this moment, the clouds and fog gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through the clouds and scattered all over the ground. It was very Buddhist.

The majesty of a treasure land.

Such a big thing happened here, and other tourists were sent away by the monks of Jinshan Temple, so the Buddhist temple was now peaceful and peaceful. When Wei Yuan raised his eyes, he saw under the old tree again

, saw the fallen leaves, and saw the old monk sweeping the fallen leaves.

Fallen leaves fell on his shoulders, and the old monk just lowered his head and swept.

At this time, Yuanjue had also settled his own affairs and strode out.

He nodded and smiled at Wei Yuan, his face still showed the familiar simple and honest calmness in the past. The slightly fierce and thick temperament before had settled down. He came over and pushed Wei Yuan's wheelchair and said: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Wei."

Master, let’s go down the mountain.”

Wei Yuan nodded. The monk pushed the wheelchair with his palms and built the body of a living King Kong. Wei Yuan's weight plus the weight of the wheelchair was nothing to Yuanjue. It would not be much heavier than a feather. He held it

The push handle of the wheelchair can easily lift it flat and go down the mountain.

But when he reached the mountainside, Wei Yuan suddenly said:

"Yuanjue, and Miss Bai, please wait here for a moment."

"I want to go up the mountain once."

Yuanjue was surprised.

Wei Yuan smiled and said: "It's the same as you, there is something that needs to be dealt with."

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Yuan Jue did not stop Wei Yuan.

Not to mention Wei Yuan's cultivation level, his ability to control the wind is already considered unparalleled in the world. He easily climbed up this not-so-steep mountain. The wind and autumn rain in the Qingdeng Ancient Temple made the leaves already turn yellow, and the entire mountain

They all seemed to be filled with gold.

The monk under the old tree swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

It seems like there will never be enough fallen leaves to sweep away.

Wei Yuan slowed down, stopped behind the old monk, and looked at the old tree. After many years of wind and rain, this tree almost gave people the feeling of a wise man. The monk was

Wei Yuan watched, but finally stopped moving, turned his head, saluted with one hand, and said calmly:

"donor."

Wei Yuan looked at this old tree and said, "How old is this tree?"

The old monk replied: "About a thousand years."

"A thousand years..."

Wei Yuan leaned back slightly, looked at the old tree covered with yellow dead leaves, and said: "Did you plant it when you went up the mountain to become a monk? Should I call you Master, or should I call you

Doctor Xu Xian?"

The old monk's white eyebrows drooped, and his expression was always as calm as water. When he mentioned the two words "Xu Xian", a trace of ripples finally emerged. Finally, he seemed to have something to say, but it was just the four-letter name of Amitabha, and his voice was old and flat.

.

"The donor...is smart."

Wei Yuan shook his head and replied: "It's not that he's smart, it's just the first time I've seen that there are earthbound spirits that can exist in the Zen Holy Land... I'm a little curious and have doubts that I can't let go, so I came up to ask.

"

"Earth-bound spirits are nothing more than obsessions. Their obsessions remain and they do not do evil or cause harm."

"The Zen forest is vast, so naturally there is a place for it."

The old monk answered softly. The wrinkles on his face were heavy and there were some age spots.

The body and face are no different from ordinary people, but when the wind blows over, you can still see the true appearance of the old man in front of you from the vague ripples on the hem of the clothes like mist. This is not a human being, nor does it have a body of flesh and blood, it is just the same as before.

What I saw in Jiangnan was just an earthbound spirit left with obsession.

Wei Yuan didn't ask, he stretched out his hand, caught a yellow fallen leaf, and said:

"Why don't you go down and see her?"

"If you weren't here to meet each other, why would a trace of your obsession still remain in this world even if you die?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "There is no need to meet each other. Meeting each other and forming a bond will only increase the regrets."

"This poor monk has not spent this thousand years just to see her."

He raised his hand, remained silent for a moment, and said softly: "The poor monk is just trying to atone for his sins..."

"Atonement?"

"yes……"

The old monk's voice was calm and unhurried: "When she flooded the golden mountain, the cause was also related to me, and I was just a human being with a few decades of life, but she had to wait for a thousand years of ban. This is unfair.

Therefore, I want to accompany her for at least this thousand years."

"Stay with her, but not go see her?"

"The donor is interested in chatting with me for a while, but do you have time to listen to a short story?"

The wind rustled the dead leaves on the old trees.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and smiled:

"Appreciate further details."

The old monk spoke calmly and replied: "Did the donor know that in ancient times, there was a giant tree that regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn? It was a creature of immortality. On top of the giant tree, there lived a giant tree.

A bug that lives and dies in the morning and feeds on morning dew.”

"To this insect, Dachun was as great as a god. But one day, Dachun's spirituality fell in love with an ephemeral insect. When the morning sun rose, the insect ate the morning dew and floated gracefully in the wind.

When it dances, it's light and cute, but by noon, the insect has already started to be lazy."

"When the sun goes down, the insect will die on the ground."

"Dachun's spirit was filled with grief, and then gradually it stopped absorbing morning dew and starlight. It resented the sun in the sky, thinking that it was the setting of the sun that caused the insects it loved to die. Finally, it refused to accept the sunlight and slowly withered.

Dead."

The old monk's tone was broad and gentle, as if he had truly understood the Dharma.

"What does the donor think?"

Wei Yuan said: "Are you saying that eternal life will be miserable..."

The old monk stretched out his hand, and a flying insect landed on his fingertips, saying: "Humans are things. Compared with Tenglong, they are just living and dying. If she sees this remnant of my soul, she will die again later."

What will I do? I will put all my thoughts on my remaining obsession."

"But this is wrong. We need to broaden our horizons and look further away."

"The big chun can have eight thousand years of spring, eight thousand years of autumn, wind, rain and stars. Why should we be obsessed with a flying insect? The dragon is an object and can be above the nine heavens. There is already a big chun because of that insect.

My daughter has given up the whole world, how can I bind her to Jinshan Temple again? This is letting go..."

Wei Yuan asked back: "But have you ever thought about it, maybe the White Lady doesn't mind this."

The old monk smiled and nodded, and said those words calmly:

"But I care."

"Maybe it's because I'm still attached to her...that's why I don't want to use myself as a chain to restrain her."

"And it is precisely because of this that I have to let go."

Wei Yuan looked at the old monk and thought thoughtfully: "You have been alone for thousands of years, just to let go?"

The old monk asked gently: "Can it help the donor's situation?"

The monk seemed to see something from Wei Yuan's expression.

Wei Yuan nodded, shook his head, and suddenly smiled:

"But Master, you don't seem to have given up."

"Now that I've let it go, why do I still need to see her today?"

"If it was to atone for sin, why did you choose Jinshan Temple, which is far away from Lin'an Prefecture?"

The old monk nodded gently but did not answer.

Wei Yuan looked at the Jinshan Buddhist Temple and said: "It is also a story. Buddhism cultivates itself and is self-sufficient in nature. It is impossible to turn into an earth-bound spirit. Xu Xian, you practice Buddhism, but in the end you become obsessed with Buddhism, and the true spirit is no longer there."

, after all, it is impossible to cultivate to the right state... Have you ever been lonely after a thousand years?"

The old monk had once again held the broom and lowered his head to sweep.

Even when Wei Yuan left.

The monk didn't even raise his head, he just repeated the previous actions.
To be continued...