Chapter 679 You are the one who ferries me, I am the one who ferries you
"Um?"
The young monk seemed to feel that the young Taoist priest in front of him was paying attention to him, and he was puzzled and said:
"it's me."
One question and one answer. The answerer has no intention, but the questioner has intention.
Then the young Taoist smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle, and said: "I am a poor Taoist, Bodhi."
The young monk hurriedly returned the gift and said, "My name is Wu Ming."
The young Taoist murmured to himself.
Wuming, Wuming, my name...
Nothing to come from, nothing to go to, just like it has always been, just like it is going to.
He looked at the ignorant child in front of him. This child was the reincarnation of the Buddha, but it was no longer him. The Buddha naturally returned to the void and never looked back. This child was just the soul of the monk.
A brand new life is just like two similar waves rising in the vast ocean.
Is he who he is?
Then Bodhi's eyes looked a little sad and he said gently: "What a good name."
A bright smile appeared on the little monk's face.
The young Taoist originally planned to kill the god and demon, then ascend to the sky, and send the sea-suppressing needle iron found from the East China Sea to the Tushita Palace for recasting, but now he was not in a hurry and smiled.
Asked: "Little Master Wuming and this master, where did this trip come from and where are they going?"
The old monk thought for a moment, clasped his hands together, and replied seriously: "We, master and disciple, have been practicing outside for so many years, sleeping in the open air, and we plan to go to the nearest city to find a place to stay with the old monk."
The young monk's eyes widened, he stretched out his fingers to pull the hem of the old monk's clothes, and asked in a low voice:
"Teacher, teacher, haven't we just been out not long ago? The weather is a bit hot at this time. We had a few good meals and spent all our money. So we went back and planned to shamelessly ask our uncle for some money before going out?"
The serious old monk was disgraced by his disciples, but he still remained calm.
The young Taoist smiled slightly and said: "Since we have to enter the city, we may encounter some demons and the like along the way. I happen to have some time, so I'll give you one and two."
The old monk always suspected that the young Taoist was planning to steal his disciple.
But he really couldn't refuse the offer, so he had no choice but to say:
"Then it's Master Lao."
The old monk was suspicious in his heart. The young monk didn't have as many thoughts as he did. He just felt that this young Taoist who gave him a sense of familiarity was walking with him, and he was very happy. The old monk led the way, and the young Taoist walked with a sword on his back.
Behind him, the vegetation and creatures were not afraid of him, and two birds landed on his shoulders.
The young monk followed him, happily asking questions and talking about what he saw on the road.
The young monk was of ordinary origin and was a poor man. The village was attacked by demons. Although the demons were quickly killed, all kinds of pensions and compensations were steadily distributed according to the rules set by a gentleman named Xun Fuzi.
He went, but there was still only a little baby left in his house.
He was originally going to be taken away and raised by the academy, but he was met by a monk who was not that old at that time.
At that time, the old monk touched his head with compassion on his face and asked him if he wanted to see his parents again one day.
The child nodded and followed the old monk. He was not yet a young monk at that time.
This thing about seeing his parents is not nonsense. The old monk suppressed his blush and used his magical power to communicate with the underworld, allowing the child to meet his parents for the last time. The souls of his parents immediately saw that the child was still alive.
With red eyes, he said goodbye for a while, then took the child to the old monk and asked the child to become a disciple.
After that day, the child became a little monk.
When the old monk pulled him away from the Netherworld Spring, he turned around and watched his parents go away, and whispered:
"Goodbye, daddy."
"Goodbye, mother."
The old monk touched his head and pulled him back to the human world step by step.
Then he became a little monk.
They were on their way that day, and the young Taoist didn't use any great teleportation powers. He just followed them slowly. There was a temple in the mountain, so he simply stayed in this temple for one night. The child was frightened today and saw him again.
The Taoist was delighted. After walking all the way, he was already sleepy. The old monk found some haystacks, made the ground soft, and let the child curl up and sleep on them.
It's March now and the cold has not dissipated yet.
The old monk put his monk's robe on the child and used it as a blanket.
I treated this little apprentice well today, and I didn't even let him do evening classes.
But the young Taoist was used to spiritual practice, and he still kept talking. When night fell, he opened his eyes and saw only a flickering candlelight. The old monk sat cross-legged in front of the statue, squinted his eyes, held a needle, and just touched this.
He used the candlelight in front of the statue to mend clothes for his little apprentice.
Not to mention being chased by the demon today, I was frightened. The clothes also had several holes. The old monk noticed that the Taoist had woken up, smiled and nodded, without saying anything, for fear of waking up his disciple.
Come, bite off the thread with just your teeth, and the torn hole in the clothes will be sewn up.
The old monk nodded apologetically and said with a smile: "The real person is awake."
"Did the old monk make too much noise? Did he wake up the real person?"
The young Taoist said gently: "I practice breathing and breathing every day, but I always wake up at this time. It's not the master's fault."
The old monk smiled and said: "That's right. The real person's name penetrates the six realms, and his state of mind is perfect."
He folded the clothes and put them next to him. Looking outside, the sky was already turning white. According to the past, it would have been time to lift the child up and let him chant sutras. But after what he had experienced yesterday,
The child was tired and always wanted to sleep, so the old monk let him fall asleep and quietly looked at the clouds outside.
Bodhi sent them off for a day, and today they are not far from the city. Today they walk a little further, and in front of them is the place protected by the great formation of human destiny and luck. Once they enter the great formation of human destiny and destiny, all evil spirits will not be invaded.
No matter how different or abnormal the physiques of the old monk and the young monk were, those evil spirits would not risk being killed by the current master.
A young Taoist and an old monk were chatting away under the warm morning light. The old monk no longer had any suspicion that the Taoist was chasing his disciple, so he lowered his guard.
Heart, it feels much easier to speak.
He casually talked about the past, saying that he was from an ordinary background and was not decent when he was young. He did not want to study and did not want to study, and he did not want to practice martial arts. He just wasted his time. Once, something bad happened at home, and he was still gambling in a gambling shop.
He gambled his entire ancestral home, which made his father angry to death, and his mother fell ill and passed away.
It was snowing on the day of his death. After losing all his money, he was stripped naked and thrown to the ground. When he returned home, everyone was laughing at him. When he returned, he found that his mother's body had become cold and hard.
The old monk shrank down and said softly: "I should die."
"I was already dead at that time. A wandering monk pawned his Zen staff. In exchange for three taels of silver and six hundred and thirty-two coins, I bought some coffins to bury my mother.
At that time, I said I wanted to become a monk and become a monk, but he told me that becoming a monk was not a place to escape and that he could not accept me because I was seriously ill."
"He asked me to walk in this world to save a hundred families of good people and stop a hundred people from being addicted to gambling."
"It took me twenty years to do all this, and then I realized that he had actually sworn me off. That day I found a razor blade and shaved off my degree. Later, by some chance, I settled in a small temple. Yes, I was not a monk.
"Everyone in the world has made a mistake. You don't become a monk because you feel uneasy. You become a monk only when your mind is at ease and you have figured it out."
"What kind of temple or Taoist temple is it? It's not a pure land. It just gives you a place to stay. What about your mind?"
"Only you can have peace of mind. Even if you are standing in a Buddhist kingdom, your heart will still be uneasy if you feel uneasy."
The young Taoist's tone was gentle: "Master's Dharma is profound, but it is much simpler."
The old monk said softly: "I just did some ridiculous things in the past, and I didn't wake up until the end. Maybe I never woke up, I was just escaping, thinking about whether I could atone for my sins, but how can I redeem myself for what happened? I owe it to dad.
Too many girls."
The young Taoist said gently: "As a monk, do you also think about your parents?"
The old man sighed, looked into the distance, and said softly: "We are mortal, how can we not think about it?"
"Don't you want Da Zhenren to do it?"
Bodhi was quiet for a while and said softly: "...I miss my teacher."
"The gods in the underworld are very powerful. If you want to enter them, you have to pay a huge price. If you don't have enough merit, you will stay there. Even if you can succeed, you will lose more than ten years of life. Master is merciful."
The old monk smiled and said:
"It's just a lifespan. If you can help this child, it's worth it."
He stretched out his hand, took a branch, broke it, put it away, and said:
"The world is like a sea of suffering. The sea is not bitter. It's just that people's own seven emotions and six desires are mixed together, and it is really too bitter. Sometimes when these thoughts come up, a person gets confused and can't figure it out. This
All it takes is another person to carry you through this sea of suffering."
"You carried me on your back this time, and I'll carry you on your back next time."
"If you do this again and again, you may be able to reach the other side. Even if you can't walk across, you won't be lonely."
While chatting, the sun gradually got higher. After all, the child had been practicing for a long time, and his body had become accustomed to it. Although he still wanted to sleep, his instinct was to wake up in a daze, and he and the teacher and the people over there
The young Taoist said hello, rubbed his eyes as he was used to turning over the package, and then suddenly shouted in surprise,
"Master, Master!!"
"What's wrong? Shouting so loudly."
"Look, my clothes have gotten better!"
The little monk ran over in small steps holding his monk's robes, his eyes were shining, showing off his finished clothes, and said happily: "Look! The ones here and the ones here are all better!"
The young monk showed off his clothes, and the old monk sat there, smiling and nodding.
Finally, Wuming held his clothes and said happily: "I made a wish to the Bodhisattva yesterday, saying that I hope my clothes will be better, and the Bodhisattva appeared! I can still wear them like this, and I don't have to make new ones."
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The old monk stretched out his hand and touched the young monk's head, and said gently: "As I said, Wuming is a good boy. If you practice well, the Bodhisattva will reward you."
The young monk nodded vigorously, clasped his hands and said, "Then I hope the Bodhisattva can bless the teacher to be in better health and watch me become a great monk! Old monk!"
Bodhi saw a complex smile that could not be described in words in the old monk's eyes.
He didn't say anything, he just touched the little monk's head and said hello.
This place is already very close to the human city. The young Taoist walked with them for another half day and sent them into the formation. He did not go in. He had a different identity, was too famous, and had killed many people over hundreds of years. If
If he entered, the contemporary master would probably come to see him, so he watched the two monks walk away in front of the inn.
The little monk had walked too far these days, and his feet were covered with calluses. When he got here, he felt relieved and didn't want to leave. The old monk had no choice but to squat down and carry the child forward.
He turned around and nodded farewell to the young Taoist priest, sighing in his heart.
"Thousands of years ago, this teacher beat all the gods in the four directions to tremble and dare not speak. This teacher has beaten the heirs of the innate gods and demons in the past three hundred years to the point where they cry for father and mother, but they don't know that this disciple
, he must be some kind of scary embryo-killer to be worthy of this lineage."
He thought about it, but he also felt that this world-famous lineage had nothing to do with his master and his disciples. They would either shock the world or cause huge disasters.
When you have a headache, and it’s not the little guy’s turn to wipe your butt, why do you want to go so far away?
He shook his head and carried his disciple on his back towards the world of mortals.
The middle of winter has just passed.
The trees were bare, but they also had buds blooming. Finally, there was some gratifying vitality in the chilly autumn and winter seasons. Old age, new life, everything is natural, it is always like this. The young Taoist watched them go away, and the old monk carried his back.
A young monk.
The human world is like a sea of suffering, but in the six realms of cultivation, where is there no desire, and where is it not a sea of suffering?
In ancient times, golden cicadas were chattering in front of the Buddha; now in the world of mortals, the old monk is carrying the young monk on his back.
You helped me in my previous life, and I will help you in this life.
But what about the next life?
The young Bodhi looked gentle.
The great master who moved the world turned around, rolled up his sleeves and robes, and walked away against the crowd and the world of mortals. The young monk behind him clamored for some candied haws, and the old monk reluctantly agreed with a smile. The sounds of people talking on both sides, and the sounds of vendors selling,
The sound of the world of mortals continued, and they gradually drifted away and disappeared into the world of mortals.
Eight hundred and thirty years since then.
There are monks from the Buddhist country who have arrived at Dabain.