The ordinary courtyard is the same as the courtyard outside. It is a simple room leaning against the mountain wall. There is a small path in the middle paved with green bricks, leading to the door. There are grass on both sides. It seems that no one takes care of 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 windows or other exits in the room.
Gui Li looked at this ordinary and ordinary hut, and felt thirsty in his throat, but his hands clenched involuntarily. He looked at Master Pu Hong, but he saw Master Pu Hong's face, which was also very...
The complicated expression on his face seemed to be regretful or painful, and it was difficult to express it in words, and he was also looking at the small door in a daze.
For a moment, no one spoke, and there was silence. Only the low humming of insects could be heard from an unknown place in the weeds beside me. I didn’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. No one had opened the door for an unknown amount of time. It was heavy and desolate.
A gust 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 once again made a sad creaking sound and was gently closed.
In the small courtyard, calm was restored again. The figure of Dharma Prime Minister slowly walked over from the front. He looked at the plain and unpretentious small house and chanted Buddha's name softly in his mouth. However, he bent down and bowed. The expression on his face
Solemn and solemn.
The curtains were lowered and the wooden door was closed. Since there were no windows, the room suddenly became dark.
Biting chills 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 a serious illness, and had several cold wars for a while, but he was not a mortal after all, and several real methods in his body were running smoothly.
After taking a breath, I slowly adapted to it. Although the chill could not enter my 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, and the chill in the room suddenly turned a bit colder, almost freezing one's blood.
Then, a ray of light, white with a hint of silver, slowly lit up from in front of Master Puhong and Gui Li, at the end of the hut.
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...
It is in the shape of a disc 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 Master Puhong only heard a soft whistle in the room, a clear and sweet sound, and the white light was strong, emitting brilliance in an instant, 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 couldn't feel my heartbeat anymore, and it seemed 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 -
Universal wisdom!
The light was like snow, flowing brilliantly, emitting from a pure white jade disk, and at the same time it was filled with coldness. And on the one-foot-square disk, there was a person sitting cross-legged, which was the change that had happened back then.
The fate of Zhang Xiaofan's life has made the current Gui Li unforgettable - Pu Zhi.
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 for the 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. And 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 many things in his mind. The compassionate and peaceful monk sitting on the jade plate was clearly engraved in his heart, and he had not forgotten it in the past ten years.
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 was only in my heart, but unexpectedly, I saw his face again today.
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 wave of
The breath, which is the true Buddhist Dharma, Brahman Prajna, came from the palm of his hand. It was extremely thick and it slowly calmed down the blood that was rushing in Gui Li's heart.
‘Amitabha, little donor, don’t get too excited, 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
The look of pain on Xiang He's face seemed to be even deeper.
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 was no longer the world-famous demon sect.
The demon 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 said in a low voice: "Junior brother, your last wish before your death, my senior brother has already fulfilled it for you.
Senior brother was incompetent and couldn't have saved you back then. Evil causes have bad consequences, and you have to suffer the consequences of your own debt. This is what you said yourself back then. I hope you will put aside your old sins as soon as possible and be reborn. Amitabha!'
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 spend some time alone with Junior Brother Pu Zhi!"
I'm in the Zen room in front of you. If you need anything, just come and find me.'
Gui Li said nothing and seemed to turn a deaf ear. At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the universal wisdom monk in the dim light.
Master Pu Hong sighed, opened the door, lifted the curtain, and walked out. There was silence in the room.
Gui Li moved slowly, slowly, and walked towards Pu Zhi bit by bit.
He seemed to be afraid of something, a little at a loss. He had obviously been so gnashing of teeth and hating, but for what reason, at this time, infinite sadness was pouring out of his heart.
The man was sitting there quietly, without the slightest trace of anger, but as if he had been waiting for something. There even seemed to be more desire and expectation on his face with a look of pain.
Gui Li slowly walked up to him, stared at Puzhi, and slowly clenched his hands, his nails digging into his flesh, but finally let go.
He seemed to have lost his support and was helpless. Just like that, he quietly fell to the ground and sat 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 though one is still beating, one is already silent!
'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, a knock on the door rang.
Master Puhong 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, and looked at his face, there seemed to be a hint of worry, saying: "Master, a whole day and night have passed, and Donor Zhang has not come out yet."
.'
Master Pu Hong shook his head and said: 'How can it be so easy to let go of the evil fate and 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 not
Ice energy is very harmful to ordinary people. Moreover, Zhang Donor, who has just recovered from a serious injury, is confused and in great pain. What if something... is the root of the disease? 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, it is expected to be 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, and at the same time glanced at the Dharma Prime Minister, and said: "I see that you care very much about this donor Zhang. Although your Uncle Puzhi made an explanation on his deathbed that day, you seem to have a different regard for him too!"
'
The Dharma Prime Minister smiled and said: 'Master's insight is indeed true.'
As he spoke, he seemed to be recalling the past and sighed, saying: "To be honest with you, Master, ten years have passed by in a hurry since I first met with Donor Zhang. In the past ten years, my disciples may have made some progress in their Buddhist studies and Taoism.
Throughout life, he is like a baby walking along the road, with little change. Only this donor Zhang, looking at his life, is full of stormy waves, ups and downs, great sorrow and great suffering, love and hatred, all kinds of pain mentioned by the Buddha, but he has been allowed to taste them all one by one.
Already.'
Master Puhong's face moved slightly, he put his hands together and softly recited a Buddha's name.
Dharma Xiang said again: "When I was awake late at night, I also thought of this donor Zhang, who also took my own life to represent him. Just imagine that all these pains have happened to me. Unfortunately, my Buddhist knowledge is not deep after all, so it is terrifying."
Fear arises. The Buddha said that the body and skin are nothing more than dust after all, but the key to understanding is the way of the heart. 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 hardships now. My disciples 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 does not have a deep understanding of Buddhism. However, I cannot bear to see a person like Donor Zhang suffering from inner demons. I would like to ask my mentor to use my great supernatural power and use my Buddha's boundless magic power to enlighten me and enlighten me."
For him, use Buddhist compassion to transform his anger and free him from the sea of inner demons and suffering. This is also a matter of great merit and virtue. It reflects the mercy of heaven, and it can also comfort the deceased Uncle Universal Wisdom. Master is merciful!'
After saying that, he put his hands on the ground and bowed three times.
Master Puhong shook his head and sighed, saying: "Idiot! Idiot! I know that your words like this have only triggered anger. Besides, it's not that I don't want to save this person, but that he has gone through many hardships."
, life has been full of ups and downs, but to this day, his mind has been as solid as a rock, and extraordinary people can shake his mind. As the saying goes, Buddha is in the human heart, and all living beings have the fate of Buddha. In the future, he will fall into the sea of suffering, or turn around and return to the bliss, all in his heart,
We have no power left to exert on him.'
The Dharma Master stood up slowly, lowered his head and put his hands together. There was a look of disappointment on his face, but he still said in a low voice: 'Yes, I understand.'
Pu Hong pondered for a moment and said: 'You'd better go to the small room at the back and see him. Although the cold in the room should be fine, with his current body, it's not a good thing if he can't get enough water or rice day and night.'
Fa Ying made a sound, calmed down, and walked out of the house. When he opened the door and wanted to go out, he suddenly saw a person standing outside the door. The sun shone in from behind the person, and the person's face was in shadow. For a moment, he saw
Don't know the face clearly.
The Dharma Prime Minister was startled and took a step back. Only then did he see clearly that Gui Li had arrived at the door outside the house at some time and was standing quietly. After not seeing him for a day and a night, Gui Li didn't seem tired at all.
, but his face has become very pale, and his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes. I am afraid that he has not closed his eyes all night.
When he saw that it was Fa Xiang, Gui Li moved his lips and slowly nodded towards Fa Xiang. Fa Xiang was startled for a moment, then clasped his hands in return. Gui Li then walked in slowly and stood opposite Master Pu Hong.
Master Puhong was still the same as yesterday, sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed, holding a rosary in his hand and turning it constantly. Seeing Gui Li hesitate to speak, he was not surprised, and said to the Dharma Prime Minister calmly: "Bring a chair to the little donor. In addition,
, you should sit down too!'
The Dharma Minister agreed, dragged a chair over for Gui Li to sit on, and sat beside him.
Master Puhong was silent for a moment and said: 'If you have anything to ask me now, just ask.'
Gui Li's eyes seemed to be a little wandering, as if his state of mind had not calmed down yet. After a while, he heard him whisper: 'Why do you Tianyin Temple want to save me?'
Master Puhong put his hands together and said: 'Everything has its effect for a reason. The benefactor is in a rough situation today, and many of the bad consequences were planted by Junior Puzhi of Tianyin Temple back then. In this case, Tianyin Temple cannot ignore death without saving.'
Gui Li snorted and said, "Aren't you afraid that the Qingyun Sect will fall out with you if you do this?"
Master Puhong smiled slightly and said: 'Afraid.'
Gui Li was surprised when he heard how straightforward he was and said: 'Then you still...'
Master Puhong shook his head and said: 'Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect have been friends for generations. The ancestors of all generations have warned you not to destroy it at will. That's why I ordered them to wrap you in black clothes and snatch you back without leaving any trace.'
Gui Li sneered and said: 'There are so many experts in Qingyun Sect, what if your traces are exposed?'
Master Puhong said calmly: "I asked them to hide their traces for the sake of harmony between the two factions. I didn't want the two sects of righteousness to be at odds with each other. That's why I took this policy. But if it turns out to be an accident, it doesn't matter. I can't say it to save you, the benefactor."
I had no choice but to fall out.'
Gui Li stared at Master Pu Hong and said in a deep voice: 'Why are you so desperate to save me?'
Master Pu Hong fell silent this time, but Gui Li didn't ask any questions and just stared at him.
After a long time, Master Puhong sighed and said: 'Do you want to know what happened when Junior Brother Puzhi was dying, from struggling to return to Tianyin Temple until his death?'
Gui Li was shaken, and was speechless for a moment. Seeing the pain in his eyes, it seemed that he was experiencing another turmoil in his heart. Finally, he whispered: 'I want to.'
For some reason, his voice was hoarse. (To be continued)