Guang Hui's face darkened, and she slapped the shining bald head in front of her eyes.
boom!
boom!!!
Wuhui howled miserably and fell from the sky like a heavy falling stone.
A big hole opened in the ground, and the noise rose up to the sky for a long time, and it took a long time for it to fall.
Bai Shu looked down from the escape light and shuddered when he saw the deep depression on the ground.
"Hurry up, or I'll take it seriously."
"Don't! Don't!"
A figure flew up from the pit and arrived in front of Guang Hui in an instant.
"Don't hit your head, uncle."
The disgraced Wu Hui complained: "It's not even round anymore."
"Why are you here, Uncle Master?"
He touched his head and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
Guang Hui ignored Wu Hui's curiosity. He looked at the young man in the light and remained silent.
He didn't know how Mrs. Yinshan, a mere sly person, found the reincarnation of the deceased?
Before Song Chi was expelled from Yedu, he was recognized as a Confucian gentleman and a leader in the literary world of the younger generation.
It couldn't be more ridiculous that such a person could be Madam Yinshan's lover in her previous life.
Guang Hui wanted to ask her whether he had never thought of bowing to the evil spirits.
If you can know the reason, if you want to bow your head, then just bow your head.
But even if Mrs. Yinshan knew it, she would never tell herself.
The grudges between Kongang Temple and Yinshan have lasted for thousands of years and cannot be resolved in a few words.
"Let me tell you a story."
Guang Hui's eyes flickered, like a candle flickering in the wind. He suddenly spoke and sat cross-legged in the void.
Bai Shu didn't know why, so he was stunned and nodded respectfully.
"There once was a monk named Wu Ming..."
Guang Hui's voice was low, with no ups and downs, like a straight and straight post road without any waves, and there was no sadness or joy on his face:
“His biological father broke the precept and had an affair with a woman from the mountain, but he didn’t expect that the woman accidentally had a secret pregnancy.
Wu Ming's father was a timid monk. At that time, he was a man of few words. He was afraid of punishment according to the monastery's commandments and was even more afraid of affecting his future. He wanted to kill the woman and the child several times, but before he could do anything, the woman was already dead.
The woman jumped off a cliff and died. She knew that the timid monk was a loser, and she only left a letter in blood, begging the timid monk to take care of her child."
Guanghui smiled softly:
"The timid monk accepted Wu Ming as his great disciple. As they got older, the cultivation of the timid monk and Wu Ming became higher and higher day by day.
Later, the timid monk became the elder of the monastery. He was no longer afraid of the precepts. Now the timid monk is already a precept elder.
The timid monk's cultivation level has become higher and his ambition has become bigger. He wants to integrate the scriptures of the three religions and create an unprecedented martial art.
He and Wu Ming each traveled down the mountain to gain more knowledge. They agreed to meet at the temple three years later to continue completing their unfinished work.
The timid monk had to travel faster. He came back half a year early and had already drafted the sutra. He couldn't wait to see his son and couldn't wait to share it with him.
No one expected that when Wu Ming returned to the temple, there would be a woman beside him."
The voice paused at this moment, and after a while, it continued:
"He told his father that he liked the woman and that he wanted to return to secular life.
He hugged the timid monk's knees and burst into tears. Wu Ming knelt outside the courtyard gate for a month, begging the timid monk for permission.
Baizhu, come here and guess the result."
"I……"
Baizhu, who was fascinated by what he heard, was stunned for a moment. He thought for a moment and then spoke hesitantly:
"If a disciple is bold, his ignorant master must have agreed to his return to secular life."
"Why?"
"After all, he is Wu Ming's biological father."
"No, quite the opposite."
Bai Shu looked at the monk sitting cross-legged in the void and slowly shook his head. His expression was still indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him, but it was loosening little by little, like the frozen river surface gradually cracking at the beginning of spring.
"Wu Ming's father, he first used a trick to lure Wu Ming out of the temple, then found the woman's residence and killed her with a knife.
When Wu Ming came back, his cabin was burned down, and the woman he loved was burned to the point where no bones were left."
Bai Shu was startled, and the faint meaning in the monk's tone sent shivers down his spine.
"Later, ignorance died.
He died in the Red Dragon Tribulation. In order to complete the scriptures for his father, he was burned alive by the Red Dragon Tribulation."
"Actually, he committed suicide."
The monk's voice stopped suddenly, and it took a long time to slowly start to sound again, but it seemed as if he was dozens of years older:
"He left a booklet that filled in all the flaws in the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, including how to avoid the Red Dragon Tribulation..."
"Baizhu."
Guang Hui looked directly into his eyes. In those gray pupils, there was an image of Bodhisattva that was so vast that it was unimaginable. It stood on a lotus and held a mirror in its hand, with a compassionate face. Behind him was the boundless dark land.
Guang Hui's palms trembled slightly. Even with a human-immortal cultivation level, it would take a lot of energy for him to perform this secret technique.
"Baizhu." He said; "Have you ever heard of ignorance?"
The image of the Bodhisattva standing on the lotus became more and more solid. In the bright mirror, a human face was looming, but at this moment, Baizhu shook his head.
"No."
On the image of the Bodhisattva, the face of Bai Shu is reflected in the mirror. There is one and only one Bai Shu.
Reincarnation, indeed there is no reincarnation...
Guanghui closed her eyes in silence, and the Bodhisattva's image immediately disappeared.
He's just so weird, but he knows something, and there's no reincarnation in this world!
He raised the corners of his lips in self-mockery, almost laughing out loud.
It's so ironic that he has studied Zen all his life, but today, he personally rejected Zen principles.
Bai Shu looked at the crazy monk with a strange look on his face, who seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time, and took two steps back unconsciously.
Wuhui is like a clay sculpture or wood sculpture, with no movement or stillness, as if it is frozen by someone.
The sudden fear gripped his heart tightly. In the panic, Baizhu even breathed heavily.
Guanghui, the divine foot monk who was walking towards Baizhu, looked calm. He looked at that face in silence. After a long time, he finally laughed softly:
"Perhaps you can answer me? This matter came from my mouth and reached your ears. Do not let any third party know about it."
Bai Zhu's face turned pale and he nodded hurriedly.
"The Wuming Buddha's heart is innate, I just want him, I just want..."
Guang Hui opened her mouth in despair, but no words came out.
The two of them were silent for a while. Bai Shu tried his best to breathe calmly, but his inner shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
"Practice well, and if you can enter the Vajra Temple, there will still be time for us to meet."
Guang Hui looked at Bai Zhu's face, nose, eyes, ears, lips... He hesitated and slowly raised his hand, and gently touched Bai Zhu's head.
He was so ignorant that he probably didn't know until his death that his master was his biological father whom he had longed for for many years.
Looking at that identical face, Guang Hui's heart trembled, and her eyes almost shed tears.
"What exactly have I done throughout my life as a practitioner?"
