General, there is a demon [Rebirth]
Chapter 20 Bodhi
Xinchangfang, Jiming Temple.
The winter snow has just melted, the mountains are covered with mist, and the mountains are covered with verdant pines, and the Jiming Temple stands quietly at the foot of the mountain.
In the past, the incense was constantly burning, but now because of the imperial decree, the door is closed, and the mountain temple is a little more quiet.
A green cloth soft sedan stopped in front of the mountain gate.
The servant who followed knocked on the door of the temple. Not long after, the little novice opened the door and put his head out, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the Jiming Temple is closed, the benefactor, please come back."
The little servant smiled and said: "My wife is the wife of Xiao Duo, the commander of the imperial army, so I would like to ask my little master to inform you."
The little novice was quite embarrassed, but he heard that the imperial army was in command of Xiao Duo's family, so he said "later" and turned to report to the temple.
A tall and slender figure came out of the green cloth soft sedan chair, dressed in a moonlight light fur coat and a black cloak, and a white gauze veiled cap concealed the man's face, his hands were covered in snow-white rabbit fur, under the white gauze, peach blossom eyes were lazy Sweeping lazily towards the closed temple gate.
It was Huo Changying who used the name of Xiao Duo's family.
Not long after, the gate of the temple opened again, followed by a young monk, who bowed respectfully to Huo Changying and said, "Madam has been waiting for a long time, the abbot is waiting for the almsgiver."
Huo Changying smiled and nodded in return. The imperial decree ordered that no one else could enter the Jiming Temple, so he asked people to wait outside the gate and entered the temple alone with the monk leading the way.
In the hall of the meditation room in the backyard, an old fat monk is making tea.
Curly hot air winds up, blurring the old man's eyebrows and eyes.
Huo Changying casually put the veiled hat on the table, smiled, "Master is very interested." He didn't see anyone, and sat cross-legged on the futon opposite Master Jingxin.
Master Jingxin smiled kindly, "The benefactor suffered from an old injury last night and the cold poison entered his body. Today, the benefactor's complexion is rosy. I think the benefactor's injury should be fine." He poured hot tea into a fine white teacup and handed it to Huo Changying.
Huo Changying took the teacup and turned it around, but didn't drink it, and asked with a sideways smile, "How does master know that I have an old illness?"
"You can know the pulse of the donor,"
Master Jingxin smiled kindly: "The old illness nine years ago is probably a catastrophe that narrowly escaped death."
Squinting his eyes, Huo Changying suddenly smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't mention the old things, Master must know why I came here, can you explain it to me, Jiming Temple is a clean place to become a monk, why—"
He glanced sharply at the old monk, and the teacup in his hand stopped abruptly: "Is there a demon?"
Master Jingxin paused slightly as he slid the finger of the Buddhist bead, and said with a smile: "I am waiting for the benefactor here, so I expected the benefactor to ask about this matter."
A trace of melancholy flashed across Master Jingxin's wrinkled face as he spoke, and he sighed and said, "This begins when my brother was young. The story is a bit long. I wonder if the benefactor is patient?"
Huo Changying raised his eyebrows and smiled, and raised his hand to signal: "Master, it's okay to say."
A small red clay stove, a warm teapot, and a white mist rise from the "gududu".
The north wind blows away the mist, and suddenly it seems to go back decades.
At that time, Master Jingyuan was not a great Zen master admired by thousands of people, but a young monk with the name of Jingyuan, who lived in the most common small mountain temple.
Like all monks in the temple, he wakes up in the morning and goes to class early, and goes to sleep after class in the evening.
But the young monk has a wish, that is to spread Buddhism to every corner of Great Yin one day.
He practiced Buddhism wholeheartedly, prayed devoutly, and never wavered in his faith until one day, the gate of a small temple in a secluded mountain was suddenly knocked, Jing Yuan opened the door, and saw an old woman lying in front of the door covered in blood.
Seeing Jing Yuan coming out, the old woman begged desperately as if clutching at a straw, "Save the child—"
Jing Yuan couldn't bear it, so he complied. The old woman's wish was fulfilled, and she breathed out her last breath and died.
A babbling and crying baby girl was left behind.
Originally, the temple did not keep women, but the area was too remote, and farmers in the countryside were unwilling to adopt a girl who could eat nothing, so the kind-hearted old abbot decided to keep the baby girl in the temple for temporary care.
The girl is white and cute. When she was three or four years old, she would follow behind Jing Yuan and call softly, "Brother".
Jing Yuan is an orphan with no relatives, and suddenly there is a soft and cute little dumpling beside her, and she unconsciously treats the little girl who she personally rescued by her side as her own sister.
The girl grows bigger and bigger, and she follows Jing Yuan every day. Jing Yuan follows her in morning classes and evening classes.
When he was preaching, she sat under the bodhi tree and listened with her chin in her hands. Her watery eyes stared at Jing Yuan crookedly, but as she listened, the girl fell asleep with her chin in her hands.
The leaves whirled and fell on the girl's hair. Jing Yuan picked off the fallen leaves with a light laugh, shook his head, and put a dress on the girl.
In this way, it can be said that the years are quiet and good.
Until one day, the girl learned what lovesickness is from a female benefactor who made a wish.
The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl had already seen the graceful figure of a girl for the first time. She grabbed a handful of red beans and shyly put them in Jingyuan's palm, and timidly recited: "Red beans grow in the South."
wow-
The red beans were scattered all over the ground, and Jing Yuan looked in amazement at the girl raised by himself.
He understood the meaning of the verse, so he was surprised.
He is a monk, a monk dedicated to promoting Buddhism, and he has always regarded the girl as his younger sister, and his elder brother is like his father!
"No, you are not my real brother!"
After the girl got Jing Yuan's answer, her eyes collapsed in despair, and she ran out of the temple crying.
It was late autumn that day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the temple was covered with fallen leaves. The girl ran past and rolled up the withered and yellow fallen leaves.
Jing Yuan looked at the back of the girl getting farther and farther away, his brows became tighter and tighter, maybe he understood, maybe he didn't understand, looking at the red beans scattered on the ground under his feet, Jing Yuan sighed helplessly.
Picking them up one by one, he held them in the palm of his hand.
Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring; I advise you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
"and after?"
Huo Changying's eyes turned slightly to look at the old monk, "That girl...has something to do with the monster in Jiming Temple?"
Master Jingxin smiled kindly, and replaced the cold tea in Huo Changying's cup: "The beneficiary has cold poison in his body, so it's better not to drink cold tea."
Seeing Huo Changying's brows slightly frowned, Master Jingxin pushed the hot tea away and continued to speak: "Afterwards, Brother never saw that little girl again until—" the old monk sighed, his cloudy eyes were full of unbearable.
He sang a Buddhist mantra: "The little girl's body was found."
Huo Changying's eyebrows twitched, and her fingers gently rubbed the rim of the teacup.
It turned out that the girl lost her way in the woods after running out of the temple gate, and happened to meet a bandit. In the forest, the girl alone was so troubled every day, she desperately begged the Buddha of Jingyuan belief, But the Buddha did not have mercy on her.
She thought sadly, maybe this is the retribution of the Buddha punishing her for falling in love with the monk.
What awaits her is only the cruel and cruel humiliation from the rogues one after another.
Before she died, the girl cried out Jing Yuan's name, holding the remaining red bean tightly in her broken hands.
She said: "Jingyuan, I hate you, I hate you—" I hate you for being a monk, I hate you for not being able to marry me, I hate you for raising me!
Knowing the temple the girl was talking about, the bandits took advantage of the night and deliberately threw the girl's body outside the temple gate.
The girl's body was disheveled and full of traces of being abused. It was thrown in front of the temple gate all night. In the morning, the little monk opened the gate of the temple, horrified, and ran to inform the old abbot.
Hearing that the girl had found Jing Yuan, he was filled with joy. He originally wanted to wait for the girl to come back and tell the host that he would find her a husband's house, and then send her to the bridal sedan chair with his own hands.
But he didn't expect that what he was waiting for was the cold and broken body of the girl.
The child with lively eyebrows and eyes following behind him disappeared.
The moment Jing Yuan saw the dead body, he went crazy. He held the girl's dead body for seven days and nights without letting go.
He regretted, he regretted not chasing the girl, regretted not holding her when she left!He hates, he hates himself, hates himself for not being able to hold the girl, hates himself who can only speak scriptures!
The heart-piercing cry echoed in the mountains for a long time.
In the end, the old host had to have Jing Yuan knocked unconscious when he was off guard, and then the girl's decomposing body was restrained and cremated.
When Jing Yuan woke up, he went crazy looking for girls.
But all he saw was the vague human figure on the pyre surrounded by raging flames. Before the monks who rescued the girl could react, Jing Yuan threw himself into the fire desperately!
—he wanted his girl back, by any means!
Master Jingxin lowered his eyes and sighed: "Brother, half of his face was also ruined that day." The old monk shook his head slowly as he spoke, as if he could still see the miserable scene of that day before his eyes.
Huo Changying was slightly surprised, he had never thought that such a famous monk would have such a past, but...
He asked: "The master hasn't talked about the demon yet..."
"Young people are always impatient," the old monk pretended to be annoyed and smiled kindly: "I said the story is a bit long."
Huo Changying touched his nose, shook the teacup and smiled: "Master, please continue."
"Later, I don't know where the senior brother went. When he came back, he said that he had a sudden enlightenment, and he changed his crazy appearance." Master Jingxin slowly turned the beads, and the old voice seemed a little sad: "Senior brother It is said that he had an epiphany, but since then, the senior brother has never laughed again, he will feel pity, he will be angry, but he will not laugh."
"Later, I followed senior brother to Jiming Temple." Speaking of this, Master Jingxin seemed to think of something in his muddy eyes, and brought a smile on his face.
"After coming to Jiming Temple, we all thought that the senior brother had put it down, but we were wrong. The portrait of the little girl was always hung in the senior brother's room. The senior brother was never good at painting, but he drew the little girl so vividly that it seemed as if it was about to come out. "
After coming to Jiming Temple, Jing Yuan was no longer young, and gradually gained prestige in the temple, until the old abbot passed away, and the post of abbot was passed on to him. At this time, Master Jing Yuan was only 35 years old.
His desire to save all sentient beings has not changed, it seems to be stronger and firmer.
The scriptures are taught under the Bodhi tree in the courtyard every day, and the people in Yong'an City, regardless of age, will come to listen to a lesson. So far, no one in Dayin knows the name of Master Jingyuan.
The breeze was rustling, and the sound of middle-aged monks preaching scriptures lingered around the bodhi tree.
One day, a round bodhi fruit suddenly fell from the tree. Jing Yuan picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, did he think of the handful of red beans that the little girl treasured in his palm many years ago?
Nobody knows.
The middle-aged Jing Yuan just shook his head, put the bodhi fruit back under the tree, and let it fall back to its roots.
"The bodhi fruit is the monster in Jiming Temple?" Huo Changying raised his lowered eyelashes and asked.
Master Jingxin nodded and sighed: "Everything has spirituality, it only depends on when it fully realizes it. The Bodhiguo listened to his brother's lectures every day, and he made it into a human shape. At first, there was only a vague shadow."
"Bodhi follows senior brother every day, just like the little girl many years ago. It was troubled by what kind of appearance it turned into, until by chance," the old monk paused, feeling a little helpless: "It saw the portrait in senior brother's room. .”
"Turned into that girl's appearance?" Huo Changying guessed.
Master Jingxin nodded: "It turned into the appearance of the girl, thinking that the brother would pay more attention to it, but Bodhi Yao didn't know that the girl was the brother's sin, and the brother couldn't forget it because he didn't pay for his sins."
Master Jingxin sighed, and then told the story of Bodhi.
Because Bodhi relied on the Buddhist scriptures to cultivate the phantom shape, it was very compatible with Buddhist temples, and his cultivation level was much higher than that of ordinary demons.
It hides on the Bodhi tree and listens to Master Jingyuan every day, day after day, until one day, it enters the dream of Jingyuan, and suddenly sees the Bodhi in Jingyuan's dream, and it is stunned. Under the gentle appearance of the master, there is such deep remorse and hatred hidden.
Bodhi didn't understand, it thought Master Jingyuan hated those rogues who humiliated the little girl.
So, it arrested those people and locked them in a secret room.
Master Jingyuan acquiesced to Bodhi's actions, but he didn't kill them. He only preached scriptures and Buddha to them every day, trying to save the malice in their hearts.
"Failed?" Huo Changying asked, but his tone was affirmative.
Master Jingxin nodded, "Bodhi killed them and imprisoned their souls, asking them to make atonement for the brother's sister."
Huo Changying lowered his eyes, and gently stroked the teacup with his fingers.
For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.
"Since that day, senior brother has never seen Bodhi again, and ordered Bodhi to release the imprisonment, but Bodhi refused. Even senior brother couldn't crack the soul-restraining formation it set up, until... senior brother passed away in Luocheng."
"Since then, Bodhi has been guarding under the tree where the senior brother preached the scriptures. He has never hurt anyone. He just put on the ghost mask you have seen."
"Why?" Huo Changying was puzzled.
Master Jingxin twirled the beads and said with a smile: "I don't know, I'm afraid I think that my senior brother is not here, and no one cares about the girl's face."
Huo Changying squinted his eyes, and said again: "Master, don't you know that Master Jingyuan's relic has been demonized?"
Master Jingxin paused for a moment with the Buddha beads in his hand, and recited a Buddhist name: "Brother still refuses to forgive me." He sighed: "I later thought that Bodhi might be the demon in my brother's heart, and he refused to leave, probably for atonement. stop."
The story of Bodhi and Master Jingyuan ended in this way, or the story never ended.
"Amitabha,"
Master Jingxin clasped his hands together, and his eyes were full of compassion: "Everything in the world is nothing but cause and effect, good causes and good consequences, evil causes and evil consequences, and the final result depends on your choice."
"The master said so," Huo Changying answered with lowered eyes, tapped the folding fan on his palm, and looked up at the old monk.
"Just, where is that demon now?"
The author has something to say:
small theater
Xiao Duo: There is no shot of General Ben today!pluck pigeon feathers
Author: Σ(°△°|||)︴I was wrong, I was wrong, and I will send you a baby who has been washed in vain~~ Hehehe
Xiao Duo (stopping in satisfaction): Madame, let's go
Changying (wrapped tightly in the bath towel): ...Ni Zuokai
The winter snow has just melted, the mountains are covered with mist, and the mountains are covered with verdant pines, and the Jiming Temple stands quietly at the foot of the mountain.
In the past, the incense was constantly burning, but now because of the imperial decree, the door is closed, and the mountain temple is a little more quiet.
A green cloth soft sedan stopped in front of the mountain gate.
The servant who followed knocked on the door of the temple. Not long after, the little novice opened the door and put his head out, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the Jiming Temple is closed, the benefactor, please come back."
The little servant smiled and said: "My wife is the wife of Xiao Duo, the commander of the imperial army, so I would like to ask my little master to inform you."
The little novice was quite embarrassed, but he heard that the imperial army was in command of Xiao Duo's family, so he said "later" and turned to report to the temple.
A tall and slender figure came out of the green cloth soft sedan chair, dressed in a moonlight light fur coat and a black cloak, and a white gauze veiled cap concealed the man's face, his hands were covered in snow-white rabbit fur, under the white gauze, peach blossom eyes were lazy Sweeping lazily towards the closed temple gate.
It was Huo Changying who used the name of Xiao Duo's family.
Not long after, the gate of the temple opened again, followed by a young monk, who bowed respectfully to Huo Changying and said, "Madam has been waiting for a long time, the abbot is waiting for the almsgiver."
Huo Changying smiled and nodded in return. The imperial decree ordered that no one else could enter the Jiming Temple, so he asked people to wait outside the gate and entered the temple alone with the monk leading the way.
In the hall of the meditation room in the backyard, an old fat monk is making tea.
Curly hot air winds up, blurring the old man's eyebrows and eyes.
Huo Changying casually put the veiled hat on the table, smiled, "Master is very interested." He didn't see anyone, and sat cross-legged on the futon opposite Master Jingxin.
Master Jingxin smiled kindly, "The benefactor suffered from an old injury last night and the cold poison entered his body. Today, the benefactor's complexion is rosy. I think the benefactor's injury should be fine." He poured hot tea into a fine white teacup and handed it to Huo Changying.
Huo Changying took the teacup and turned it around, but didn't drink it, and asked with a sideways smile, "How does master know that I have an old illness?"
"You can know the pulse of the donor,"
Master Jingxin smiled kindly: "The old illness nine years ago is probably a catastrophe that narrowly escaped death."
Squinting his eyes, Huo Changying suddenly smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't mention the old things, Master must know why I came here, can you explain it to me, Jiming Temple is a clean place to become a monk, why—"
He glanced sharply at the old monk, and the teacup in his hand stopped abruptly: "Is there a demon?"
Master Jingxin paused slightly as he slid the finger of the Buddhist bead, and said with a smile: "I am waiting for the benefactor here, so I expected the benefactor to ask about this matter."
A trace of melancholy flashed across Master Jingxin's wrinkled face as he spoke, and he sighed and said, "This begins when my brother was young. The story is a bit long. I wonder if the benefactor is patient?"
Huo Changying raised his eyebrows and smiled, and raised his hand to signal: "Master, it's okay to say."
A small red clay stove, a warm teapot, and a white mist rise from the "gududu".
The north wind blows away the mist, and suddenly it seems to go back decades.
At that time, Master Jingyuan was not a great Zen master admired by thousands of people, but a young monk with the name of Jingyuan, who lived in the most common small mountain temple.
Like all monks in the temple, he wakes up in the morning and goes to class early, and goes to sleep after class in the evening.
But the young monk has a wish, that is to spread Buddhism to every corner of Great Yin one day.
He practiced Buddhism wholeheartedly, prayed devoutly, and never wavered in his faith until one day, the gate of a small temple in a secluded mountain was suddenly knocked, Jing Yuan opened the door, and saw an old woman lying in front of the door covered in blood.
Seeing Jing Yuan coming out, the old woman begged desperately as if clutching at a straw, "Save the child—"
Jing Yuan couldn't bear it, so he complied. The old woman's wish was fulfilled, and she breathed out her last breath and died.
A babbling and crying baby girl was left behind.
Originally, the temple did not keep women, but the area was too remote, and farmers in the countryside were unwilling to adopt a girl who could eat nothing, so the kind-hearted old abbot decided to keep the baby girl in the temple for temporary care.
The girl is white and cute. When she was three or four years old, she would follow behind Jing Yuan and call softly, "Brother".
Jing Yuan is an orphan with no relatives, and suddenly there is a soft and cute little dumpling beside her, and she unconsciously treats the little girl who she personally rescued by her side as her own sister.
The girl grows bigger and bigger, and she follows Jing Yuan every day. Jing Yuan follows her in morning classes and evening classes.
When he was preaching, she sat under the bodhi tree and listened with her chin in her hands. Her watery eyes stared at Jing Yuan crookedly, but as she listened, the girl fell asleep with her chin in her hands.
The leaves whirled and fell on the girl's hair. Jing Yuan picked off the fallen leaves with a light laugh, shook his head, and put a dress on the girl.
In this way, it can be said that the years are quiet and good.
Until one day, the girl learned what lovesickness is from a female benefactor who made a wish.
The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl had already seen the graceful figure of a girl for the first time. She grabbed a handful of red beans and shyly put them in Jingyuan's palm, and timidly recited: "Red beans grow in the South."
wow-
The red beans were scattered all over the ground, and Jing Yuan looked in amazement at the girl raised by himself.
He understood the meaning of the verse, so he was surprised.
He is a monk, a monk dedicated to promoting Buddhism, and he has always regarded the girl as his younger sister, and his elder brother is like his father!
"No, you are not my real brother!"
After the girl got Jing Yuan's answer, her eyes collapsed in despair, and she ran out of the temple crying.
It was late autumn that day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the temple was covered with fallen leaves. The girl ran past and rolled up the withered and yellow fallen leaves.
Jing Yuan looked at the back of the girl getting farther and farther away, his brows became tighter and tighter, maybe he understood, maybe he didn't understand, looking at the red beans scattered on the ground under his feet, Jing Yuan sighed helplessly.
Picking them up one by one, he held them in the palm of his hand.
Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring; I advise you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.
"and after?"
Huo Changying's eyes turned slightly to look at the old monk, "That girl...has something to do with the monster in Jiming Temple?"
Master Jingxin smiled kindly, and replaced the cold tea in Huo Changying's cup: "The beneficiary has cold poison in his body, so it's better not to drink cold tea."
Seeing Huo Changying's brows slightly frowned, Master Jingxin pushed the hot tea away and continued to speak: "Afterwards, Brother never saw that little girl again until—" the old monk sighed, his cloudy eyes were full of unbearable.
He sang a Buddhist mantra: "The little girl's body was found."
Huo Changying's eyebrows twitched, and her fingers gently rubbed the rim of the teacup.
It turned out that the girl lost her way in the woods after running out of the temple gate, and happened to meet a bandit. In the forest, the girl alone was so troubled every day, she desperately begged the Buddha of Jingyuan belief, But the Buddha did not have mercy on her.
She thought sadly, maybe this is the retribution of the Buddha punishing her for falling in love with the monk.
What awaits her is only the cruel and cruel humiliation from the rogues one after another.
Before she died, the girl cried out Jing Yuan's name, holding the remaining red bean tightly in her broken hands.
She said: "Jingyuan, I hate you, I hate you—" I hate you for being a monk, I hate you for not being able to marry me, I hate you for raising me!
Knowing the temple the girl was talking about, the bandits took advantage of the night and deliberately threw the girl's body outside the temple gate.
The girl's body was disheveled and full of traces of being abused. It was thrown in front of the temple gate all night. In the morning, the little monk opened the gate of the temple, horrified, and ran to inform the old abbot.
Hearing that the girl had found Jing Yuan, he was filled with joy. He originally wanted to wait for the girl to come back and tell the host that he would find her a husband's house, and then send her to the bridal sedan chair with his own hands.
But he didn't expect that what he was waiting for was the cold and broken body of the girl.
The child with lively eyebrows and eyes following behind him disappeared.
The moment Jing Yuan saw the dead body, he went crazy. He held the girl's dead body for seven days and nights without letting go.
He regretted, he regretted not chasing the girl, regretted not holding her when she left!He hates, he hates himself, hates himself for not being able to hold the girl, hates himself who can only speak scriptures!
The heart-piercing cry echoed in the mountains for a long time.
In the end, the old host had to have Jing Yuan knocked unconscious when he was off guard, and then the girl's decomposing body was restrained and cremated.
When Jing Yuan woke up, he went crazy looking for girls.
But all he saw was the vague human figure on the pyre surrounded by raging flames. Before the monks who rescued the girl could react, Jing Yuan threw himself into the fire desperately!
—he wanted his girl back, by any means!
Master Jingxin lowered his eyes and sighed: "Brother, half of his face was also ruined that day." The old monk shook his head slowly as he spoke, as if he could still see the miserable scene of that day before his eyes.
Huo Changying was slightly surprised, he had never thought that such a famous monk would have such a past, but...
He asked: "The master hasn't talked about the demon yet..."
"Young people are always impatient," the old monk pretended to be annoyed and smiled kindly: "I said the story is a bit long."
Huo Changying touched his nose, shook the teacup and smiled: "Master, please continue."
"Later, I don't know where the senior brother went. When he came back, he said that he had a sudden enlightenment, and he changed his crazy appearance." Master Jingxin slowly turned the beads, and the old voice seemed a little sad: "Senior brother It is said that he had an epiphany, but since then, the senior brother has never laughed again, he will feel pity, he will be angry, but he will not laugh."
"Later, I followed senior brother to Jiming Temple." Speaking of this, Master Jingxin seemed to think of something in his muddy eyes, and brought a smile on his face.
"After coming to Jiming Temple, we all thought that the senior brother had put it down, but we were wrong. The portrait of the little girl was always hung in the senior brother's room. The senior brother was never good at painting, but he drew the little girl so vividly that it seemed as if it was about to come out. "
After coming to Jiming Temple, Jing Yuan was no longer young, and gradually gained prestige in the temple, until the old abbot passed away, and the post of abbot was passed on to him. At this time, Master Jing Yuan was only 35 years old.
His desire to save all sentient beings has not changed, it seems to be stronger and firmer.
The scriptures are taught under the Bodhi tree in the courtyard every day, and the people in Yong'an City, regardless of age, will come to listen to a lesson. So far, no one in Dayin knows the name of Master Jingyuan.
The breeze was rustling, and the sound of middle-aged monks preaching scriptures lingered around the bodhi tree.
One day, a round bodhi fruit suddenly fell from the tree. Jing Yuan picked it up and put it in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly, did he think of the handful of red beans that the little girl treasured in his palm many years ago?
Nobody knows.
The middle-aged Jing Yuan just shook his head, put the bodhi fruit back under the tree, and let it fall back to its roots.
"The bodhi fruit is the monster in Jiming Temple?" Huo Changying raised his lowered eyelashes and asked.
Master Jingxin nodded and sighed: "Everything has spirituality, it only depends on when it fully realizes it. The Bodhiguo listened to his brother's lectures every day, and he made it into a human shape. At first, there was only a vague shadow."
"Bodhi follows senior brother every day, just like the little girl many years ago. It was troubled by what kind of appearance it turned into, until by chance," the old monk paused, feeling a little helpless: "It saw the portrait in senior brother's room. .”
"Turned into that girl's appearance?" Huo Changying guessed.
Master Jingxin nodded: "It turned into the appearance of the girl, thinking that the brother would pay more attention to it, but Bodhi Yao didn't know that the girl was the brother's sin, and the brother couldn't forget it because he didn't pay for his sins."
Master Jingxin sighed, and then told the story of Bodhi.
Because Bodhi relied on the Buddhist scriptures to cultivate the phantom shape, it was very compatible with Buddhist temples, and his cultivation level was much higher than that of ordinary demons.
It hides on the Bodhi tree and listens to Master Jingyuan every day, day after day, until one day, it enters the dream of Jingyuan, and suddenly sees the Bodhi in Jingyuan's dream, and it is stunned. Under the gentle appearance of the master, there is such deep remorse and hatred hidden.
Bodhi didn't understand, it thought Master Jingyuan hated those rogues who humiliated the little girl.
So, it arrested those people and locked them in a secret room.
Master Jingyuan acquiesced to Bodhi's actions, but he didn't kill them. He only preached scriptures and Buddha to them every day, trying to save the malice in their hearts.
"Failed?" Huo Changying asked, but his tone was affirmative.
Master Jingxin nodded, "Bodhi killed them and imprisoned their souls, asking them to make atonement for the brother's sister."
Huo Changying lowered his eyes, and gently stroked the teacup with his fingers.
For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.
"Since that day, senior brother has never seen Bodhi again, and ordered Bodhi to release the imprisonment, but Bodhi refused. Even senior brother couldn't crack the soul-restraining formation it set up, until... senior brother passed away in Luocheng."
"Since then, Bodhi has been guarding under the tree where the senior brother preached the scriptures. He has never hurt anyone. He just put on the ghost mask you have seen."
"Why?" Huo Changying was puzzled.
Master Jingxin twirled the beads and said with a smile: "I don't know, I'm afraid I think that my senior brother is not here, and no one cares about the girl's face."
Huo Changying squinted his eyes, and said again: "Master, don't you know that Master Jingyuan's relic has been demonized?"
Master Jingxin paused for a moment with the Buddha beads in his hand, and recited a Buddhist name: "Brother still refuses to forgive me." He sighed: "I later thought that Bodhi might be the demon in my brother's heart, and he refused to leave, probably for atonement. stop."
The story of Bodhi and Master Jingyuan ended in this way, or the story never ended.
"Amitabha,"
Master Jingxin clasped his hands together, and his eyes were full of compassion: "Everything in the world is nothing but cause and effect, good causes and good consequences, evil causes and evil consequences, and the final result depends on your choice."
"The master said so," Huo Changying answered with lowered eyes, tapped the folding fan on his palm, and looked up at the old monk.
"Just, where is that demon now?"
The author has something to say:
small theater
Xiao Duo: There is no shot of General Ben today!pluck pigeon feathers
Author: Σ(°△°|||)︴I was wrong, I was wrong, and I will send you a baby who has been washed in vain~~ Hehehe
Xiao Duo (stopping in satisfaction): Madame, let's go
Changying (wrapped tightly in the bath towel): ...Ni Zuokai
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