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Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a young monk in the temple.

Once upon a time there was a village, there was a family in the village, and there was a young man in the family.

The boy fell in love with someone he shouldn't love, said what he shouldn't say, and expressed emotions he shouldn't express. He was a sinner who blocked the development of the temple, ended the future of the young monk, and ruined the reputation of the village.

A master made a calculation, the young Lang Tiansha lone star can defeat his father and mother and relatives, and punk friends can be neighbors. If he wants to be wise and safe, he needs to burn him with ordinary fire for three days and three nights to burn away the life of the lone star of Tiansha. , burn away the young man's hatred for the world, and let him reincarnate into a good family in his next life.

Some people questioned it, but more people were still willing to believe the compassionate words of the master, and mobilized relatives and friends to persuade the young man's family to put the young man on the fire, and the fire raged.

Ah, all the disasters are gone, and everything in the village can be safe.Is it really?No, it's just the safety of people's hearts, they all live in themselves.

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When Li Qingming came to the village, it happened to be raining heavily, and he only had time to see a handful of black ashes.That young man is gone.

The marriage line on the palm was still there, but it was broken from the middle. The monk squatted on the ground for a long time in a daze, ignoring the bigger and bigger fish, and sat on the ground, chanting the mantra for the young man.

The sky is getting more and more gloomy, like a big lead weight on people's hearts, the huge raindrops hit the body painfully, the whistling wind blows like sharp swords trying to pierce everyone's body .Zhang Beibei took out a huge sun umbrella and opened it, and put it on top of Li Qingming's head with one hand to protect him from the rain. He leaned over and hugged him in his arms to keep him warm. , Said: "What to do."

In such a tragic atmosphere, a gaudy sun umbrella popping up is really an eyesore.Fortunately, this is not writing a novel. Various details are needed to heighten the atmosphere and make the scene more tragic, so as to resonate with readers.Precisely because this is reality, Li Qingming doesn't need to get in the rain to set off the atmosphere. He can stand under the sun umbrella and help the monk keep out the rain by the way.

The rebirth mantra was recited over and over again, but the boy who had been reduced to ashes had long since disappeared, so it was of no use to recite it again and again, it was of no use, it was just for his psychological comfort.The monk had no sadness or joy on his face, and he kept chanting and chanting, knowing that it was dark and bright again.

Finally, someone from the village saw the monk sitting on the ground. The other person was a middle-aged man. He saluted the young monk and said respectfully, "Little master."

Slowly standing up and returning the salute to the middle-aged man, the young monk turned to look at Li Qingming. The confusion and innocence in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by vicissitudes that did not match his age.This incident forced him to grow up, as if he changed into a different person overnight, he respectfully saluted Li Qingming, and said, "I'm going to the mountain to see the master, so I'm leaving."

Seeing the thin figure of the monk slowly disappearing, Li Qingming sighed.

The rain stopped, the sun came out from behind the clouds, the air was refreshed, and people smiled happily. Who would have thought what the rain had washed away?

Putting away the sun umbrella and putting it away carefully, Zhang Beibei looked up at the sun and said with disgust: "The sun is not very good today. Boss, let's go back like this?" Every time before going out, there would be a fight , or will encounter many things, why is it so peaceful this time?

Looking up at the towering mountain not far away, Li Qingming shook his head and said, "No, let's go up the mountain to have a look."

The steps are paved with bluestone, some places are covered with moss, some places become extremely smooth due to long-term trampling, and some places are specially carved with stripes to prevent others from slipping.There is a young monk cleaning the steps outside with a broom, and he will salute when he meets outsiders who go up the mountain.

Dongdongdong ran in front of Li Qingming, bent down, Zhang Beibei patted his buttocks and said, "Boss, come up, I will carry you on my back."

Shaking his head lightly, Li Qingming bent slightly and grabbed Zhang BeiJi's hand and said, "This is an important place for Buddhism, I want to walk up the steps by myself." He was born with a yin body, so he couldn't enter a place where the Buddha's light shines like a temple. What's more, there are rumors that there is an eminent monk who has achieved Taoism here, and I am afraid that if you see him, you will think he is a monster.But he can pretend to be a tiger, stand next to Zhang BeiJi to cover up the aura in his body, and pass the test smoothly.

Climbing up the steps one by one, Li Qingming glanced at the high gate and said, "Let's hurry up."

"Okay." Zhang BeiJi still looked very relaxed, and he took Li Qingming's hand to lead the way.

After entering the temple, Li Qingming looked left and right, and was amazed at the scale of the place and the strong atmosphere of Buddhism here.Subconsciously avoiding places with people, Li Qingming walked along the path where there were no people. He didn't know how long he walked. The surroundings were very strange, and then he heard a voice.

"Wang Chen, do you have any insights after coming back this time?" The old monk said with a smile.

"He died for me. Master, do you know why there is such a result? Master often says that there is a cause and an effect, so is his death due to me?" The monk said respectfully, "I am going down the mountain this time. I just want to find a way to get the best of both worlds, and hope that we can all have a good ending. He is not talented, but he has a little knowledge of facial expressions. Although his fate is very short-lived, he did not die early..."

It was precisely because he had seen the face of the young man that the monk knew that his death was entirely because of him.

The old monk was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "Wangchen, this time you will follow the master to practice with all your heart, and don't think about other things."

The position of Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei is very clever, he can see the monk's face, but the other party can't see them.He clearly saw the struggling emotions flashing in the monk's eyes, and his eyes were turning cold little by little. When the old monk looked around and said to him, and never said anything about the young man, he closed his eyes, as if As if he had decided on something, he looked at the old monk with no emotion or respect in his eyes.

He stepped back slightly, looked at the old monk and said: "Master said that monks don't tell lies. I used to believe it, but now I don't believe it. I have heard the master say that letting me go down the mountain to sweep the steps is to exercise me. By the way, let me Once I realized the Buddhadharma, my master later asked me to seek opportunities in the mundane world to solve the problems I faced. Before I went up the mountain, I thought that what the master said was true, but I didn’t expect...Amitabha..."

Looking at the young monk with a complicated expression, the old monk lamented: "With your intelligence, naturally you can't hide it from you. You are indeed right. Letting you enter the world is just to dismiss you. The abbot thinks that you are extremely talented. So I want to cut off the fate for you... I watched you grow up, and the master will say a word to you at the end here... An expert has already told your fortune for you, saying that you have no destiny with the temple, and forced you to stay. It's not right after all, but you are extremely talented..."

The old monk stretched out his hand to the young monk, trying to pat his hand, but the young monk backed away, and he couldn't take a picture, so he smiled and looked at him, "I set the child on fire myself, so I planned to wait a long time ago." When you come back, sit down and use my decades of practice to resolve your enmity. Wangchen, don't disappoint the master's painstaking efforts."

He knew that the little monk was smart, but his decades of life experience were not in vain, so he thought of using his own death to calm the little monk's grievances, and also used himself as a thread to link the little monk and the temple.Whoever said that the monks are all empty, it's just that they haven't encountered anything that makes them take action. They also have selfishness, terrible selfishness.

"It's amazing." Hearing what the old monk said, Zhang Beibei said bluntly.From the point of view of this two hundred and five, death is not so easy. The Mr. Guan I met before had a hard time killing him, and the owner of the Guan family is also very tenacious, but thinking that the Li family died so easily An elder, Two Hundred and Five hesitated again, glanced at Li Qingming cautiously, and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what is Zuhua?"

"That's something that can only be done by an eminent monk." Li Qingming can't say the specifics, and he has never seen it with his own eyes. He himself belongs to the Taoist school, and the talismans and spells he mastered are also inseparable from the Taoist school. Buddhism is two schools, independent of each other.

The monk looked at the old monk's obsession, so he sat cross-legged in front of him.There is still mud on his robe, some places are still wet, and there are even mud spots on his face, but compared to the clean old monk, his own temperament is pure and free of impurities. He closed his eyes and began to say own perception. "Dust is not dust, soil is not soil; dreams are not dreams, flowers are not flowers; karma is in the body, karma is in the body..."

"Forget the dust without forgetting the dust, enter the world without entering the world..."

"... Now, with my body, I will draw thousands of karmic obstacles from Asura."

The monk's name is Wangchen, which is the name given to him by the old monk. He wants him to forget the worldly feelings and devote himself to the Buddha.However, the monk has a pink face and peach blossoms, and his eyes hide the mortal world. He should not have stayed in the temple, even if he was forced to stay, it would only increase the resentment in his heart.The way he realized was no longer compassion. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old monk, and said the last sentence, "Master, if you continue to persevere, your Buddha will only be like this."

The old monk was shocked, looking at the blood-colored Shura sea faintly rising behind the young monk, he murmured: "I have practiced for my teacher for dozens of years, but I have gotten to the bottom of the horn..." He smiled kindly, and then closed his eyes. on the eyes.A gust of wind came, carrying a small flame, which stuck to the old monk's body and ignited his clothes, and then the flames shot up into the sky.

"He's bewitched." Li Qingming said softly, "A red mark on the center of his brow... He used his body to ignite the karma of Shurahai, and wanted to replace the temple to repay the boy. That little spark is created out of nothing, the breeze is born without wind, and the old monk can be regarded as successful."

A big question mark appeared on his head. Zhang Beibei looked at the burning old monk, then at the young monk, and asked, "Boss, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You don't need to understand." Li Qingming said softly, "Let's go and have a look after he burns out. There should be relics. The old monk will pay with his own life for such things in this temple. Ten years of good luck, but Wang Chen will probably leave..." I don't know if the abbot and elders of the temple thought of such consequences when they decided on that matter.

After the old monk finished burning, Zhang Beibei ran over and picked up a relic, which was not very big, but very moist.At the moment of his death, he came to a full realization, and only then did the relics stay. If he had just sat down and melted down, there would definitely be nothing.

The monk was not surprised by Li Qingming's appearance. He stood up and saluted, the red vertical mark between his brows still remained there, adding to his hostility.

Watching him walk away slowly, Li Qingming asked, "Where are you going?"

"Wherever he goes, I will go there." The monk said endlessly.

At this moment, someone finally appeared. A group of young monks rushed in quickly and surrounded everyone. The last monk with a gray beard approached slowly. He looked at Wangchen and sighed: "Amitabha " He turned his head to look at Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei, closed his eyes and said, "Two benefactors, can you take a step to talk."