Drinking in the River of Forgetfulness

He was born with a fairy fetus, drinking flower dew and eating berries. When countless gods passed by him, they would sigh, "Natural Buddha."

Kassapa, one of the Nine Venerables of the West Heaven.

So he is destined to practice Buddhism.

The young Kasyapa found that the only difference between himself and other immortals was that he always had an aura that was completely different from his own personality.That breath seemed to have vitality, and it always yelled in his ears, "Look, Kasyapa, the impatiens bloomed very early today." "Kasyapa, Kasyapa, don't always frown and pout. "Kasyapa, Kasyapa, let's go to Qingyao Mountain to watch the sunrise tomorrow."

He is quiet and taciturn and not good at smiling. He only meditates every day, remembering one thought and letting go, so he feels at ease.But that smoky breath always lingers on his fingertips, leading his mind to go elsewhere.

In the end, he discovered that the smoke turned out to be his own Buddha Qi, and it was also a Buddha Qi with its own thoughts.

When he was bored, Kassapa mustered up his courage and tried to talk with Buddha Qi, "Do you have a name?"

The mist crawled nimbly around his palm, rolled over and curled up silently occasionally, without three souls and seven souls, but had its own thoughts, "No name."

Kassapa smiled, "I want to see what you look like."

The Buddha's energy immediately escaped from his fingers, and gradually transformed into a human figure. While turning around, he smiled foolishly at him, "I'll only change into your appearance, isn't it good-looking?"

"That's it." Just like looking at himself in the mirror, the only curiosity in his life was finally relieved, and the lake of heart returned to calm without any waves.

The Buddha's breath turned into a clump of smoke again with a "swish" sound, and it was wrapped in his hands, "Kasyapa Kasyapa, when will you become a Buddha?"

Looking at the small fish playing in the stream beside him, Kassapa suddenly realized that he had been in this valley for more than ten years.

"When it's time to become a Buddha, it will be." He smiled, shaking his fingers, and the Buddha's aura also circled upwards, quietly forming a cloud of mist and shrinking in his palm.

"Kasyapa, Kasyapa, tell me, when you become a Buddha, will I also have a soul, a soul?"

The primordial spirit is the foundation of living beings, and the soul is the support of living beings.

However, the Buddha's aura can only be with the Buddha. It should be an unconscious, fairy-like thing, but for some reason, his Buddha's aura has produced such a strange appearance.

Kasyapa felt a little helpless, and couldn't bear to tell this cluster of talking Buddha Qi that it would never have a soul, so he could only sigh, "Maybe, let's just let it go."

If you can get what you want, then there will not be so much greed, hatred and ignorance in this world.

"Kasyapa, Kasyapa, it's so boring here." Buddha Qi often sneaked out to play while he was meditating, leaving early and returning at night.

Until one day, it came back visibly excited and tired, and curled up in his palm.

Kasyapa asked, "What's wrong with you?"

A corner of the smoke was drooping in the Buddha's breath, and the ethereal voice of the past was a little gloomy, "I used some of your magic power, just now I saw a small fish out of the water outside, it must be a cultivator. But it fell on the bank again, If I hadn't been outside, maybe it would have become grilled fish."

Buddha Qi muttered again, "I privately used a little bit of my spiritual energy for it, and put him back into the water."

Kasyapa nodded, "Although everything has its own destiny, you are kind."

The Buddha's breath wrapped around him, like a pet resting.

Time flies, and finally, when Kassapa was about to go to the West Heaven to receive the Ten Pure Precepts of the Bodhisattvas and uphold the Buddhas of the third time, one day before he left this valley where he had practiced Buddhism for a long time, he met another purple-clothed boy.

The handsome young man bathed in the morning light looked at him with a smile, red lips and white teeth, "I am that fish, thank you for saving my life that day."

The originally silent Buddha energy in his hand surged instantly, and the ethereal voice that only he could hear came from Kasyapa's ear, "Ah, he is so beautiful."