Impermanent Growth Manual

"Unforgivable God." When Fan Wujiu moved, he found a light-colored shadow beside him. The young novice monk stood quietly in front of him with bare feet, his face was neither sad nor happy, and his eyes were half-closed. down.

Fan Wujiu raised his head numbly, looked at the eternally soft and non-glare Buddha's light not far from Siditian, and asked hoarsely, "Where is the ancient Buddha Zhengyin?"

"The ancient Buddha said that the gods can't calm down now." The little monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, the Buddhist beads in his hands shook slightly with his movements, "The gods need a confidant, and Midi is a Buddha's thing, without human emotions, six desires and sorrows. Joy and joy, the gods can pour out as they please."

"What are you pouring out?" Fan Wujiu crossed his legs, as if all the fragility he had just disappeared, he held the sunstone tightly in his hand, feeling the tingling pain from the palm of his hand, "Chang'an After staying in this Heaven of the Four Noble Truths for tens of thousands of years, the ancient Buddha knew everything, but could do nothing."

No one can do anything, just like himself.

The ancient Buddha Zhengyin probably knew Xie Bi'an's fate long ago, but even if he knew, he couldn't do anything about it.

It is said that Buddhism is ruthless but also the most merciful, Zhengyin Ancient Buddha can only watch Xie Bi'an die step by step...

Fan Wujiu got up, looked at his toes and smiled with his head bowed, the loose strands of hair slid down his shoulders and cheeks, his eyes were empty, his feet staggered, and there was a deep echo in this empty Four Noble Heaven, "He used to ask Than me, life and death, don't be more afraid of which one."

The little novice named Midi seemed to be growing a clean lotus step by step. He just quietly followed behind Fan Wujiu and listened to what he seemed to be asking or talking to himself without interjecting a word. .

"At that time, I said that Shengli had fought to death... But now that I think about it, he is gone, but he wants me to stay in this world empty-handed, and take what he wants to guard Nai alone for tens of thousands of years. How cruel."

The sun is rising from the east, and the Taiyi God is driving the carriage and slowly chasing the golden crow that keeps screaming. Dawn once again appears from the sky, bringing the first glare of the sky in the Four Noble Heavens.

Amidst the halo, the impermanent god in black appeared even more lonely.

He suddenly sat down on the ground, folded his arms and buried his head in them, a voice that was strong and weak like a breath came out slowly, "If he is still alive, at least I can talk to him again... ..."

"Even if it's the same as in the past, he doesn't know what I'm thinking, but just smiles at me. Although I'm more greedy, I'm satisfied enough..."

The voice gradually disappeared into the air with the wind, and Midi who was following behind him still did not say a word, until the carriage of Taiyi Shenjun gradually disappeared into the sky, he took a step back, "Since the Shenjun has thought clearly, the ancient Buddha Reading Zen in the Hall of the Four Noble Truths."

Fan Wujiu braced his forehead, looked at him on the way, "Is that the demonic obstacle of the Four Truths?"

"Magic barriers?" Midi tilted his head, showing no expression but an illusion of doubt, "Sidi Tian has never had demonic barriers. The world always finds some inexplicable reasons for the mistakes they make, but where is it?" There are so many demons and ghosts haunting it day and night."

After Fan Wujiu said it, he himself laughed, "Xiao Buddha is right."

"Where are there any demons and ghosts?" He looked at the Four Noble Heavens, which had recovered a piece of light behind him, and it was no longer the darkness when he just came, "It's just that there is a debt in the heart."

Fan Wujiu's recall sound when he pushed open the door of the Temple of Four Truths did not attract the attention of the people in the hall who were listening to Zen attentively.

What Zhengyin Ancient Buddha said is always easy for people to understand. Fan Wujiu found a futon and sat cross-legged on it. With long black hair and black robe, he really couldn't recognize it at a glance. Sitting is a person.

This menopause has been talked about for a long time, so long that Fan Wujiu can't remember how many times the sun rose and set outside, and Midi held the lotus stand in his hand and changed the candles a few times.

Fan Wujiu stood up when the Zhengyin Ancient Buddha disappeared on the rosette. Only then did he suddenly realize that his legs had been paralyzed for a long time, and it was very difficult to even stand up.

"Shenjun Wushe, the ancient Buddha is in the hall." A phantom appeared beside Midi, and disappeared after saying a word. No one noticed except Fan Wujiu.

Fan Wujiu respectfully kowtowed three times outside before entering the inner hall. The ancient Zhengyin Buddha was wearing a simple monk robe and was sitting on the futon with his eyes lowered to read scriptures silently. Fan Wujiu sat in front of him for a while before he saw Zhengyin Ancient Buddha opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that looked very compassionate, as if they contained everything in their eyes, just looking at them like this, seemed to calm down their hearts.

"Unforgivable God Lord." Zhengyin Ancient Buddha's lips moved lightly, "Do you know what are the three tragedies in the world?"

Fan Wujiu thought for a while, "There are rumors in the world that the three hardships in life are nothing more than the twilight of beauties, the end of heroes, and the inefficiency of talents."

"This is for most people. What about you?" Zhengyin Gufo's voice was as kind as it was in his mother's arms when he was a child. Fan Wujiu's mood gradually quieted down. Worry is enough."

"That's your past." The Zhengyin Buddha statue was smiling, "No matter who it is, desires always increase with each passing day. The word "heart like ashes" only appears in an instant."

"Now." Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "As long as Chang'an can be by my side, I will be satisfied with everything."

"Then what kind of child do you think Chang An is?"

what kind.

Fan Wu rescued God thinking, "Chang'an is always very good, no matter what I ask, he will try his best to satisfy me. He doesn't tell anyone anything, he can do everything, he has no temper or anger hair."

"Compared to Wu Song."

"Wusong Liusu?" Fan Wujiu looked at Zhengyin Ancient Buddha and nodded, then he frowned and said, "The two of them... are like brothers."

"These two children were raised under my body. What they heard and experienced since they were young is all about the Buddha's selflessness. This kind of temperament is the Buddha, not them themselves." Zhengyin Gufo painted three of them A little phoenix, a hill, a little snake, a dragon and a person.

"The phoenix is ​​Xicheng, the mountain is Xishan, and the people are you." Zhengyin ancient Buddha arranged them one by one, "Xicheng seems to be smiling all day long, but he has always been the most exquisite heart, Xi Shan is the most simple and honest when he is an ordinary person, but he is the most innocent. I don’t need to elaborate on how you are.”

"These three people are all raised by Chang'an." Zhengyin Gufo moved his hands to the other side again, "The white snake is Xianxu, who looks wise, but has always been rough and fine. They are always well-behaved and harmless, but inside they are full of elves and mischievous mischief. I will tell you these things, what do you think?"

"Chang'an and that Wu Song have exactly the same temperament." Fan Wujiu lowered his eyes. After breaking the seal, they bear everything on their own.”

These two completely different people showed the same appearance, but the human nature they brought out was completely different. They both kept their own heart and were not contaminated by other things.

On the other hand, it might not be what they hoped for.

Xie Bi'an never said what he wanted, he would just smile and tell everyone that he didn't like anything in particular.

He was with him day and night, but he didn't even find out what he liked, and he didn't even eat more food, as if he was afraid that what he liked would cause trouble to others.

Such a temperament is really not pleasing.

Fan Wujiu smiled lowly, "Thank you, Gu Buddha."

"I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, how can you thank me?" Zhengyin Ancient Buddha recited the Buddha's name for a long time, "Feng Wang has been chanting under my bodhi tree for ten thousand years. It is useless for the immortal to cry for a long time, since Chang An handed over the Phoenix Gu to you and brought it out, you should meet him."

"Phoenix King Changge?" Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Chang'an didn't use Phoenix Gu..."

No, Xie Bi'an ate something for himself.

When Fan Wujiu turned his head again, there was already a fog behind him, so he had no choice but to turn his head and walk in one direction along with inspiration, while covering his abdomen with one hand.

It is impossible for Xie Bi'an to give Phoenix Gu to himself without telling him anything... There must be something that Xie Bi'an did not tell him, but he does not know.