Qin Qi was a little unsure, because they were far apart, and there was a layer of fog shrouding the other party. It was vaguely visible that a Bodhisattva was guarding him.
She was talking to a young monk next to her, then she clasped her hands together, bowed, and then turned and left.
It seems that there is no interest in the Tianyuan Competition.
Qin Qi's expression was complicated, but he couldn't let it go. He whispered to Su Hua beside him: "Xiaohua, I'll leave for a while. You stay here and don't wander around. If anything happens, call me immediately."
Su Hua nodded meekly and did not ask what Qin Qi was going to do.
Qin Qi walked away in a flash, and no one could detect his actions.
The Xuantian Pure Land is very huge. Nowadays, most of the guest monks are gathered in the martial arts arena to watch the Tianyuan Competition. The other places are now pure.
Originally, Buddhism should be so pure.
There are stacks of temples on both sides, and between the high yellow walls is a remote path. The walls are densely written with Buddhist words, which makes people walking here feel empty-minded.
This trail leads to the quiet back mountain, with mottled stone steps going up, but the end is invisible, obscured by ancient trees.
The fallen leaves are flying, and they seem to have Buddha nature, exuding peace and harmony.
The woman who seemed to be protected by a Bodhisattva was walking up the mountain. Her eyes were so clear, without any impurities, and the world reflected in her eyes was also so clear.
Suddenly, the woman stopped and turned around as if she had realized something.
The wind blows, turning the fallen leaves into butterflies.
The hat on his head fell down, and the three thousand trouble threads coiled around him scattered, as if there were stars rotating among the hair threads, as crystal clear as immortals.
Simple Buddhist robes and clean makeup are like a painting, depicting the beauty of the world.
"Donor, are you lost?" the woman blinked and asked softly.
Under the stone steps, a man stood, unable to hide his heartache.
She had already known that she would react like this. That day, he personally erased all her memories. Those clear eyes were not pure, but empty!
It was him who deprived her of her past, and all her emotions disappeared!
When we met again ten years later, she no longer recognized him. He entered Buddhism and the ancient Buddha with a green lantern stayed with her throughout her life.
Qin Qi opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
Was the decision made that day correct or was it too cruel?
It's just that there is no other choice.
In front of her, Qin Qi personally killed the mentor she regarded as her father, and in front of her, he destroyed the sect she regarded as her home with one stick.
She had wanted to die.
Otherwise, forget everything.
"Donor, what's wrong with you?" The woman was a little worried and said warmly: "But what troubles do you have? No matter what it is, you can talk to the Buddha and the Buddha will help you overcome the difficulties."
Qin Qi finally spoke.
"Buddha can't help me, and I don't believe in Buddhism." Qin Qi shook his head. The water in the Buddhist temple in the West Desert is too deep. Qin Qi would not think that they just want to save all the people in the world and help all living beings avoid suffering.
"Yes." The woman nodded. She did not have the ability to speak like other monks, nor did she have the idea of persuading others to convert to Buddhism.
She is so simple that she never thinks about anything.
But today, she had more thoughts.
The person in front of her seemed a little special, different from others, but she couldn't explain what the difference was.
"Donor, if you have any troubles, you can tell the Buddha. Even if you don't believe it, I think it will be helpful to you." The woman said softly.
"Okay." Qin Qi nodded and climbed up the stairs.
The woman turned her head and climbed up the back mountain step by step. There was an ancient temple there, but compared with other magnificent temples and Buddhist temples, it seemed very simple.
"I don't know how to call the female master." Qin Qi asked.
"My name is Nian Kong." Nian Kong said with a slight smile.
Nian emptiness?
For her, the person deep in her memory is not called Qin Qi, but Qin Kong!
Although her memory was erased, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Qin Qi felt that his heart was pinched hard and he could not calm down, but his face showed no signs of missing anything. Seeing that she was fine and living well was enough.
Of course, Qin Qi also asked her about joining Buddhism.
And when she heard that after he left that day, she met a monk and joined Buddhism, Qin Qi couldn't help but sigh, maybe everything was fate.
It seems that the evil monk was right, she is indeed destined to be with the Buddha.
They chatted with each other all the way. Nian Kong was not good at talking, but he always gave answers to questions.
In this way, the two of them climbed up the back mountain and walked into the ancient temple somewhere in the depths of the clouds.
The ancient temple is ancient, with only one green lamp burning quietly, and at the foot of the mountain, there are the flourishing incense of the Buddhist temples outside the Pure Land, which are completely two extremes.
If you think of nothingness, you will live here.
Qin Qi looked around the ancient temple. Although it was very clean, there was nothing else except a futon.
Does she just kneel on this futon every day, worship Buddha and meditate?
"Donor, you can bow down and your worries will disappear." Nian Kong pointed at the futon and said.
Qin Qi followed the instructions and knelt on the futon, but did not bow.
The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, who is worthy of his worship?
He just wanted to experience for himself what Nian Kong did every day.
"Master Niankong, you worship Buddha here every day, do you have no worries anymore?" Qin Qi asked in a low voice.
Nian Kong shook his head and said, "I have never had any worries."
"Is that so?" Qin Qi smiled.
This seems good, and I hope she can live her life without any worries.
"It's just..." Nian Kong whispered.
"Just what? Are you unhappy?" Qin Qi asked hurriedly.
"It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just that I often have some confusions. Even if I ask the Buddha, the Buddha doesn't give me any answers," Nian Kong whispered.
"If you can, tell me, maybe I can help you." Qin Qi smiled.
"Really?" Nian Kong smiled and looked at Qin Qi, "Does the donor know why I am crying? Even I don't know why."
Qin Qi's body suddenly froze.
Nian Kong looked at him, and two lines of clear tears fell silently. However, the most painful thing was the confusion in Nian Kong's eyes.
She didn't know why she was crying.
She is not in an empty state of mind, she has forgotten everything.
She is like a blank sheet of paper, even if she wants to have troubles, she cannot have them.
This may also be a kind of worry.
"It seems that the donor can't explain my doubts." Niankong chuckled, his confusion disappeared, and he looked at the Buddha statue and said: "The young master said that I was born close to the Buddha, and I may be able to achieve the status of Bodhisattva in the future."
"It's just that I visit Buddha every day, but I find that he may be wrong. I just forgot everything. It's not that my mind is empty and clear, and the six roots are pure."
"If I hadn't cut off all that with my own hands, I would never be able to become a Buddha!" Nian Kong whispered.
For some reason, she was willing to talk about this to a complete stranger.
Qin Qi lowered his head and couldn't see his expression, "What are your plans?"
"I asked in front of the Buddha for a long time, and finally I got the answer." Nian Kong chuckled, "I want to find my lost memory, and then cut it off with my own hands!"
"Only in this way can I cut off all ties to this world and become a Buddha."