traveler of time and space

The old monk went to discuss Buddhism with Layman Qingci again.

And after a while, Qing Ji also came in with a wooden basin. If she hadn't been too close to her, she wouldn't have brought tea, but if Qing Ji didn't come over to wash An Zhen's feet at night, then basically it meant that She is about to turn black.

Su Ziyu calmly enjoyed Qing Ji soaking his feet. He had been burned to death by Qing Ji so many times, so it was right for her to serve him.

"Sit down." Just as Qing Ji got up and was about to take out the wooden basin, Su Ziyu suddenly said, "Do you like listening to stories? Let me tell you a story."

Qing Ji knelt and sat beside her obediently, and said softly, "As long as it's what you say, I love to hear it."

An Zhen would tell her some stories before, but they were all stories from Buddhist scriptures. The purpose was to let Qing Ji understand that he could not give up Buddhism, and to see if she could be persuaded to give up voluntarily.

Qing Ji didn't like to listen to those boring Buddhist scriptures, but she still listened patiently.

"This story comes from the Eastern Tang Dynasty." Su Ziyu's tone was very calm, as if he had returned to the day when he told Qing Xingdeng the story, and said slowly: "The protagonist of the story is a monster, a snake spirit who has cultivated for thousands of years, Her name is Bai Suzhen."

Isn't it the story in the Buddhist scriptures?

a monster?

There was a glint in Qing Ji's beautiful pupils, and the gentle expression gradually disappeared, but she was still full of curiosity, as if she really wanted to know what kind of story this was.

"A long time ago, there was a boy who was grazing."

"He saved a little white snake from a snake catcher and set it free..."

Su Ziyu told the story of Bai Suzhen unhurriedly. It could be seen that Qing Ji in front of her listened very attentively, as if she had already substituted herself into Bai Suzhen's role, especially when she heard that Bai Suzhen was suppressed in Jinshan. After getting under the Leifeng Pagoda, the whole person couldn't help but tense up, and strands of dark red flames appeared around his body.

"This Fa Hai is really hateful!" Qing Ji's pupils were full of anger, emitting a strange light as if on fire.

When hearing the ending of the story.

She was full of joy again, as if she was excited by this happy ending.

"This story is really wonderful!" Qing Ji's gaze became gentle again, brimming with water, staring at Su Ziyu in front of her, and said softly: "Qing Ji will try her best to become a wife like Bai Suzhen! ..."

Su Ziyu was silent.

Anzhen's residual consciousness seemed to be another sign of wanting to rebel. He was determined to become a monk.

"Do you know?" Su Ziyu thought for a while, and said slowly: "Becoming a monk and studying Buddhism is my lifelong pursuit."

"But monks can't marry wives and have children."

"I'm troubled by it."

"If I marry you, I can't be a monk. But if I want to be a monk, I can't marry you again."

Hearing Su Ziyu's words, the surrounding air suddenly became dead silent.

Qing Ji's expression gradually turned cold, a pair of faint pupils stared at him, shallow vertical pupils had emerged, it seemed that if she didn't say a word right, she would directly blacken into a monster.

Su Ziyu looked up at Qing Ji's faint vertical pupils, as if ignoring the will-o'-the-wisp burning beside her. He had watched movies countless times in his previous life, and the acting skills of generations of film kings were being blessed to him. Completely in the play, completely substituting herself as An Zhen, said in an affectionate but extremely complicated voice: "Did you know?"

"Yesterday I had a dream, and it was a long, long time in the future."

"At that time, monks in Fusang could marry wives and have children!"

"At that time, I was thinking, how wonderful it would be if we lived in such an era!"

Su Ziyu sighed softly, then said in a deep voice, "I will marry you."

"But it must be after I return from my visit to Kumano. Becoming a monk is my lifelong pursuit. I must personally go to accomplish this karma."

After hearing the words, Qing Ji remained silent for a long time, then looked up at him and said, "Okay. Then I'll wait for you to come back."

"In the long, long future, will monks in Fusang really be able to marry wives and have children?"

Qing Ji only cares about whether An Zhen will marry her, and it doesn't matter whether she becomes a monk or not. The thing she hates most is that a monk can't marry a wife.If possible, she certainly didn't want An Zhen to give up her lifelong pursuit.

"Yeah. That's what happened in that dream." Su Ziyu said slowly.

In the fifth year of Meiji, in order to weaken the power of Buddhism, the Fusang government imitated Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty’s Tweeting Order and issued the "Removal of the Ban on Meat-eating Wives", announcing that "from now on, monks will obey their own laws no matter how much money they grow, marry wives, have children, eat wine and meat. conveniently".At the beginning, this decree was extremely opposed by the monks, but it couldn't stand the unevenness of the monks in it, and some people began to brazenly drink, eat meat, marry wives and have children, and the decree also allows temples to be inherited as private property, which can be passed down directly. to your offspring.This led to a result, that is, monks who strictly abide by the precepts have no heirs left. On the contrary, those monks who broke the precepts can turn the temple into their own property and pass it on to their descendants.

The Shurangama Sutra once said: In the Dharma-ending era, the teachings of evil teachers are like sand in the Ganges River.

The demon king also said when the Buddha passed away: At the end of the Dharma, my son and my grandson will be monks, wearing your cassock, destroying your Dharma, having the name of a monk, and practicing the way of demons.

Silent all night.

Su Ziyu finally survived until the next morning.

The next day, Qing Ji personally sent him out. An Zhen's residual consciousness that was about to dissipate took over the control of his body at this time. He took a deep look at Qing Ji in front of him, and then looked away Walk towards the distance.

Along the way, Su Ziyu became a bystander again.

And Anzhen's residual consciousness seemed to be burning too, obviously it was about to disappear, but she persisted tenaciously until he came to a place called 'Daocheng Temple'.

at the same time.

Qing Ji, who was waiting at home, was suddenly shaken. She seemed to feel something, and ran out like crazy. Soon, she was running disheveled and embarrassed. She didn't know when her eyes had turned into a hole. Facing the bewitching vertical pupils, the lower body turned into a long and narrow snake tail.Qing Ji's whole body turned into a monster. She flew past on the road, startling countless people to flee in all directions.

Daocheng Temple appeared in front of it little by little.

Qing Ji's figure set off a gust of wind and approached here, she looked at the trembling monks in front of the door, with a expressionless expression on her face, and said coldly: "Let An Zhen come out to see me!"

He did not visit Kumano!

He came to this temple!

He lied to me! ! !

Wisps of dark red flames floated around Qing Ji, and the calmer her expression became, the colder it became. It was suppressed and restrained mad rage that was about to erupt.

But in the next second, her anger suddenly extinguished.

"An Zhen has already sat down." An old monk came out slowly, clasped his hands towards the demonized Qing Ji with a fearful expression, and said, "Come with me. An Zhen left some words for you."

In front of a big clock, An Zhen's body was sitting cross-legged, like an eminent monk, but she had already lost the breath of life.

Qing Ji swam over slowly, with an extremely sad expression, she bent down and reached out to caress An Zhen's face, and saw a piece of paper left by him before his death, on which was written a Chinese poem.

——"I once thought that being too sentimental would damage the holy life, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountains."

——"The world is safe and secure, and you will not lose to the Tathagata and not to your Qing."

Drops of blood-red tears fell down.

Qing Ji in front of her was trembling with her hands holding the paper, murmuring the poem that An Zhen had left for her before she passed away. She was so choked up that she couldn't speak. The dark blue snake scales turned into crystal white little by little. At this time, Qing Ji actually turned into a white snake in just a few breaths. She slowly, very carefully, and very gently wrapped around the snake. Anzhen's already disintegrated body murmured: "If there is no you in this world, what's the point of me living alone?"