The plain courtyard is simply located in front of the mountain wall. There is a green brick paved road in the middle, leading to the door. There are grass on both sides. It seems that no one is taking care of it seriously. Weeds have grown in many places.
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In the distance, two figures slowly walked over. Among them was a big monk. His face was complicated, as if he was regretful, as if he was in pain, and could not express himself in words. The man beside him had a dull face, and his eyes showed pain, regret, and shock.
I encountered something unbelievable.
As the two walked on the road, no one spoke, only the occasional chirping of insects from the weeds broke the silence around them.
Standing in front of the house, the great monk sighed softly and said, "Let's go in!"
The muscles on the young man's face twitched and he whispered: "Okay!"
The great monk slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and pushed open the door with a creak.
There was a faint sound, coming 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 cold air suddenly rushed out from the house. Although the young man was still standing outside the door,
Being hit by this cold air, I couldn't help but shudder. This small house seemed to be the coldest place in the world.
The young man frowned and hesitated. At this moment, the great monk's voice came from behind the curtain and said: "Little donor, come in!"
The man took a deep breath, shook his head, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and strode in.
The curtains were lowered and the wooden door was closed. Since there were no windows, the room suddenly became dark. A biting chill came from all directions in an instant, as if countless cold steel needles were about to pierce into the skin.
Such a cold place shocked the young man. While he was wondering, he heard the great monk in front of him sigh lowly and said: "Junior brother, we are here to see you. You have wanted to see this person for a long time, right?"
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His voice was low and filled with strange emotions, and the chill in the room suddenly became a bit colder, almost freezing a person's blood. Then, there was a ray of light, white with a slight silvery light,
Slowly in front of the two people, the end of the hut lit up.
The light was light and like snow. First it bloomed as a ray, and then slowly lit up another silver-white shimmer at the edge of the light, but then got close to it and merged into one. Then one after another the shimmers lit up one after another.
Gradually it became apparent that it was in the shape of a disc about one foot square.
Suddenly, the young man seemed to hear a clear whistling sound, the clear sound was sweet, and the white light suddenly became bright, illuminating the whole room in an instant.
The great monk lowered his head and recited the name of the Buddha, but the young man suddenly froze. The blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen. There was no warmth in his whole body, and he could not even feel his own heartbeat. At this time, he was completely calm.
He 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 -
Universal wisdom!
"Puzhi..." Zhang Xiaofan looked at the familiar face and his heart trembled. At some point, he had a golden stick in his hand, but the stick lit up with black brilliance, in the cold room.
, the black light looks so weird.
"Puzhi..."
Zhang Xiaofan muttered softly, his voice getting sharper and shriller, and a hint of black energy escaped from his face, as if it was about to swallow him up. But suddenly, his body shook, and his eyes were fixed on the figure on the disk.
villain.
From a distance, Puzhi's face is lifelike. Although his skin looks extremely pale and lifeless, upon closer inspection, there is no sign 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.
It was this look of pain that shocked Zhang Xiaofan and woke him up from the soul-eating rage.
Standing there in a daze, Zhang Xiaofan cursed himself for being useless. This man killed everyone in his village. Now that I have seen him, why don't you take action? Have you forgotten the hatred of your parents and fellow villagers?
Sometimes there were violent storms in his mind, sometimes thunder and lightning roared, and all kinds of pain and resentment suddenly filled his heart!
The kind monk in front of him was the one who saved his life. He was the one who taught him the true Dharma and treated him like a son. He was also the one who ruined him and killed his parents and fellow villagers. He made him suffer day and night, as if he had fallen into the underworld.
People of the Abyss...
I thought the entanglement of grudges was only in my heart, but unexpectedly I realized today that everything happened because of it.
Zhang Xiaofan was so excited that he couldn't stand upright, 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 feeling
The breath, which is the true Dharma of Buddhism, Brahma Prajna, came from the palm of his hand. It was extremely thick and powerful, and slowly calmed down the turbulent blood in his heart.
As the curtain fell, another yellow light suddenly lit up on Zhang Xiaofan's body. The yellow light was different from the Buddha's light. It was like a burning flame, instantly igniting Zhang Xiaofan's whole body and making him feel warm all over.
"Xuan Huo Jian!"
Master Pu Hong exclaimed, his eyes wandered over Zhang Xiaofan's face, and found that his expression was much calmer. He thought in his mind: Yes, the blood-devouring beads are also very dangerous things. Even though they were re-refined by that person, they still have an impact.
Only this Xuanhuo Jian can suppress the human mind. Alas! Donor Zhang is also a person of great opportunity, otherwise he would have died in the hands of the Blood-devouring Bead.
Zhang Xiaofan felt like he was waking up from a dream. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He 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, there was the pain in the kindness.
The color is getting more and more dazzling.
"The anger enters the body and the relatives are not recognized. Life would be worse than death!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofan thought of Lin Heng’s words when he told him to come to Tianyin Temple. Did these words refer to Pu Zhi, but also to him? He tightened the Soul Eater in his hand, and the cold feeling in his hand seemed to make him want to
He was awake for a while, but the increasingly hot pain in his wrist made him let go of Soul Eater, letting the treasure that had been with him for more than ten years fall to the ground, making a tinkling sound.
"Amitabha!" Pu Hong felt happy when he saw Zhang Xiaofan put down the blood-refined beast.
"Master..." Zhang Xiaofan's voice was hoarse, and his whole body showed a sense of weakness and exhaustion. "The deceased should be buried in the grave. You can cremate and bury him...Master Puzhi's Dharma body!"
Master Pu Hong trembled and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. After a moment, he let out a long sigh, as if sighing or sighing, and said in a low voice: "The donor has the root of great wisdom!"
Originally, Pu Hong and others were unwilling to tell Zhang Xiaofan what happened that year, but Zhang Xiaofan said in the letter to Pu Hong and others, "If you don't tell me, I, Lin Heng, will." This sentence made him have to tell this young man.
The truth of that year was revealed.
The truth was cruel, so cruel that it almost defeated this young man. However, Lin Heng’s teachings for many days worked. He persisted and felt relieved. In other words, Zhang Xiaofan may really be a person with wisdom, otherwise
Even with Lin Heng's persuasion, he would not have looked away so quickly.
"I only met this master for one night, but I once knelt before him, kowtowed to him willingly, and called him 'Master'. He saved me and harmed me, but without him there would be no me. The deceased is gone.
Exactly. Although I am not a disciple of Buddhism, I have always known that Buddhism values reincarnation the most. He refused to be buried even before he died, so we know that he felt regretful in his heart..." At this point, a look of hesitation appeared on Zhang Xiaofan's face, and he lowered his head to look at the person at his feet.
The soul-devouring stick said faintly: "The blood-devouring bead's violent aura is so violent that I have felt the same in recent years, and I understand to some extent the reason behind it."
Master Puhong followed Zhang Xiaofan's gaze and looked at Soul Eater. The blood-red beads exposed on the golden rod were emitting a faint blood light. He sighed softly and said: "The little benefactor's kindness is so heart-warming.
, I am here to thank the benefactor on behalf of my unworthy junior brother Puzhi who passed away. I have followed the benefactor’s instructions and will perform rituals to cremate my junior brother’s body and bury him later. I wonder if the benefactor has anything to say before that?”
Zhang Xiaofan turned around and walked to the door, but for some reason he dropped his steps back. He slowly turned around, staring closely at the familiar yet unfamiliar face, recalling what happened that day in Caomiao Village again in his mind.
"Master, you... rest in peace!"
Inexplicably, Zhang Xiaofan knelt on the ground, bowed to the body three times, then stood up resolutely and left the room.
Pu Hong was shocked when he saw Zhang Xiaofan, and Pu Zhi, who was sitting on the ice jade plate, seemed to feel Zhang Xiaofan's thoughts, and a smile of relief appeared on his stiff face. In the smile, the smile remained for more than ten years.
Nian's Dharmakaya slowly split apart and turned into little bits of silver powder, flying in the air.
