dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao stayed in Wangchuan basin for many days - because Zhu Jiuyin was locked in the sky, and the time difference inside and outside Wangchuan basin was different, so no one came to bother him this time.

He accompanied Monk Long Hai to sweep the floor, hit the bell and eat grass every day, and he almost turned himself into a monk... Just to understand what Monk Long Hai meant by "the time has not come", anyway, he didn't understand— —

The days passed in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Ziyao stared helplessly at the day when Long Hai passed away—he locked himself in the room, not knowing what he had said to Tunfo, and Zhang Ziyao squatted outside the meditation room and waited until the day was filled with chaos. There was silence, and then all the monks in Anle Temple arrived... an older monk went in and took a look, and after he came out, he announced something. The death knell rang, and the young monks and young monks all cried, especially sadly.

They really respect and love their abbot.

Amidst the sound of mourning, a silver dragon broke out of the house and hovered in the sky. The dragon sang to the sky, and the heaven and the earth shook——

During the dragon chants, there were bursts of Buddha's voice resounding over Jinling. That day, the scene and the sound were heard and seen by everyone in Jinling. Everyone in the world knows that the abbot of Longhai has done good deeds all his life and made countless meritorious deeds. Recite the Buddha's heart devoutly, and after death, the merits and virtues will be perfect, and the Buddha will be successfully ascended to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the West Heaven.

Zhang Ziyao squatted outside Monk Longhai's death meditation room, staring at the direction Tunfo left for a long time without saying a word. The young monks around him said that their abbot would definitely become a Buddha and go to the West. These words were heard in his ears, but he remained silent, just for a moment , suddenly his dark pupils dimmed, he stood up and looked towards the empty temple gate not far from the temple... as if something suddenly appeared there——

A monk who noticed his movement turned around to look, but found that there was nothing there.

"Old Fan, hurry up, this time we are going to take away a monk... Did you see that the dragon that went up just now was released by that monk, isn't it amazing? I thought he would go up directly if he could become a Buddha , who knew it was put in our hands again, to be honest I was dumbfounded when I saw the list, you said this old monk—”

"Quiet."

"..."

"..."

"Why do you tell me to be quiet? Don't you want to work with me? You still despise me, Fan Wujiu, you are so brave!"

……

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Familiar style of painting, familiar dialogue.

It seems that Zhang Ziyao is still an outsider, he only knows that after waking up, he will no longer have the ability to peek at yin and yang, but in this basin of Wangchuan, everything is just a recorded and real past smoke cloud, Zhang Ziyao is probably just acting as Those who explore, so everyone can look at them one by one...

He watched black and white impermanence approach——

When passing by him, Xie Bi'an still looked at him for a second, and the white ghost was stunned, looking up and down suspiciously at Zhang Ziyao: "Old Fan, this kid seems to be able to see us."

Fan Wujiu said: "Impossible, you shut up."

Xie Bi'an said, "Not closed."

Fan Wujiu said: "Then I will kiss you."

Xie Bi'an's pale face turned unnaturally red, like two blobs of red painted on paper, but it disappeared quickly. He slapped Fan Wujiu's ass with the card in his hand: "How dare you !"

Fan Wujiu didn't speak, but his serious face relaxed slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on his fierce face...

Is there any reason for the dead? Zhang Ziyao watched the two ghost messengers flirting and cursing in front of a group of crying monks, and thought to himself, who doesn't have a husband? After a while, he brought out a young monk who was about the same age as him in the meditation room.

Zhang Ziyao was slightly taken aback——

It is the appearance of monk Long Hai when he was young.

At that time, he was still called Shi Kong.

At this time, the little monk walked by his side, suddenly turned his head and said to him: "I remembered who you are, I met you when I was young, you come to ask me about Zhu Jiuyin."

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Xie Bi'an: "Can you see him?"

Fan Wujiu: "I can see it."

Xie Bi'an: "What did I say?"

Fan Wujiu: "Oh."

Zhang Ziyao asked, "Why do you look like this?"

"When a person dies, his soul returns to the underworld at the happiest moment of his life, which is considered decent." Looking at Zhang Ziyao, the young monk Longhai said again, "Later you asked me why I didn't become a Buddha, and this is the reason— —Look at me."

Zhang Ziyao: "?"

The little monk laughed mockingly: "The appearance when I met him."

Zhang Ziyao was silent.

"I can't let him go, so I can't become a Buddha," the little monk said indifferently, "No matter what, I don't want to be reconciled, even though I think I should forget it at all - this dragon did me a terrible harm. After death, I can't become a Buddha... Well, look, am I complaining again? It's disgusting."

"...how do you say he hurt you?"

"Can't let go."

"Then how can it be counted as letting go?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a continuation of the frontier," the little monk frowned.Glancing at a group of monks crying outside the meditation room, "Don't cry, don't cry, people will die when they get old, what's there to cry for—tsk, you can't hear me if I say it—if you want to continue with him Front edge, then I would rather not become a Buddha."

The topic changed a bit quickly, and Zhang Ziyao was a little dazed. He watched the little monk walk up to a seven or eight-year-old crying monk, his whole body glowing, and wiped away his tears—the little monk hiccupped. "Son" and stopped crying. He opened his tearful eyes and looked in the direction of the little monk in confusion...

In fact, he couldn't see anything.

At this time, the little monk turned his head and looked Zhang Ziyao up and down: "Looking at you like this, I guess I can't count on it——what are you doing here? Are you so concerned about whether you can become a Buddha..."

"I want to save him, only by becoming a Buddha can-"

"Oh, has he been sanctioned at last? Good thing! What are you doing to save him? It's a disaster."

Zhang Ziyao just pretended that he didn't hear "myself" say bad things about "my" husband: "I saw your Buddha seat in the Western Pure Land dharma altar."

"..." The little monk paused, "The cause of the previous life, the result of the present life—you two are together because of your sin."

Zhang Ziyao's mind was in a mess, thinking about what was going on, how could it be the result of the past life and this life, what does it have to do with whether you become a Buddha or not because we are together with Zhu Jiuyin, you only become a Buddha when our two hearts are connected?

what does it mean-

[Great appreciation for Huang, although I don't seek marriage.But there is also a related question to ask. 】

[Ask, for the sake of the grilled chicken. 】

【Under what circumstances will the marriage line be broken? 】

【Well, under normal circumstances, the thing is very strong, and it is not easy to break. One is that the person who passed on the thread of Mozi untangles it by himself; one of the two parties has converted to Buddhism; 】

Zhang Ziyao: "..."

Zhang Ziyao's eyes widened, he took three steps back and fell down on the steps, and sat on the ground in embarrassment. He didn't recover for a long time: he always thought that the so-called marriage line was broken because Zhu Jiuyin was arrested , caught in a catastrophe——

It now appears that not at all.

Not at all! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Their marriage line was broken because Zhang Ziyao and Zhu Jiuyin had a heart-to-heart connection, and they completely let go of the obsessions in their previous lives, so——

While Zhang Ziyao was stunned, he saw the little monk turned his head back with a smile, took off the Buddha chain from his hand, grabbed Zhang Ziyao's hand and rolled up his sleeve: "Look, the silver dragon imprint is blurred, and the Tun Buddha is almost gone. "

While speaking, he hung the Buddha chain on Zhang Ziyao's hand——

that moment.

Zhang Ziyao suddenly felt hot on his wrist.

Another Sanskrit Buddhist voice came from my ear.

Monk Longhai waved to him.

……

The black-haired boy suddenly woke up from the Wangchuan Basin. There was still moonlight outside. His face was covered with water, and his eyelashes were covered with water droplets, but the water droplets seemed to have warmth, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears...

He raised his trembling hand, stirred the water surface gently, and smashed the full moon on the water surface.

Watching a string of Buddhist beads slowly rise from the bottom of the water: it was clearly the last moment.The Buddhist string hanging on his hand by Monk Longhai.