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Two years later, Guangji took Ji Mo out of the temple and continued their journey. The luggage was still there, as if it hadn't increased, but Ji Mo knew that whether it was Guangji or himself, the scriptures memorized in his mind They all increased a lot.

In the next few years, they kept traveling like this. When they encountered a temple on the way, they would go to make an order; All aspects of the study are completed in such practice.

Because more monks are invited for the rituals of wealthy families, after the rituals are over, they will follow the nearby monks and take a detour to the temples there for a few days to read their scriptures.

Every time they leave the temple, they will silently write some scriptures to stay, and similarly, they will also silently recite some scriptures to take away.

Stopping and stopping along the way, I have never intentionally gone to a bustling city to experience the world of mortals, nor will I deliberately avoid a village full of disasters. The advantage of being a monk is that they will hardly be attacked by anyone. , Even hungry people with red eyes will not ask monks for alms.

Of course, at that time, their own life is not easy.

Guangji's first serious illness was caused by starvation. At that time, he thought he was going to die. Looking at Ji Mo, the light in his eyes seemed to have a trace of regret, compared to those who had to beg for food because of the locust plague. The starving people, they could not have entered such a place, there is no definite route, and it is not troublesome to take a detour, but in order to practice the belief in his heart, Guangji knew that the road ahead was not right, but he still refused to detour That's all.

"Do you blame me?"

Holding Ji Mo's hand, between the lips that spoke, there was no blood in the chapped gap. Guangji was not fat in the first place, but now he is skinny as hell, as if he is going to pass away at any time .

"It's nothing to blame. I was going to follow Master. This is my own decision."

Ji Mo curled up the corners of his lips, and the same pain was on his lips. This was due to lack of water. After a few years, he is now an officially ordained monk. In this case, an ascetic is also a monk. What a surprise.

Hungry, thirsty, and suffering physical torture, it feels very different to walk this road of faith.

Ji Mo once practiced meditation, and also experienced a sense of a higher place at a certain height that can only be comprehended. In the dark, it is indescribable, and he thought it was impossible to reproduce the feeling. After experiencing such physical torture, if there is a similar feeling, what does this mean?

The first-order world is also different from the first-order world. The upper limit of energy that can be accommodated here may not really make ordinary people become Buddhas, but it can make ordinary people feel something different. Perhaps, that is the power of faith.

Guangji's choice was not wrong.

All those who are not firm in their beliefs cannot take such a path, and even if they have no beliefs, as long as they have a certain belief in their hearts and complete the evolution of this self-destructive path, there will be a slight difference.

This difference may not be reflected in the body, or even the lifespan, but their own spirit must have been polished, like a diamond, which will emit an unparalleled brilliance under careful cutting.

Ji Mo was vaguely aware of these, and he was even a little grateful to Guangji for choosing such a path, otherwise, it would be almost impossible for him to take the initiative to torture the physical body due to his indolent temperament.

"Ugh……"

Guangji sighed lightly, with disappointment in his eyes.

"Why is Master sighing?" Ji Mo was puzzled, was there anything he didn't do well enough?He strictly abides by the rules and precepts, morning classes and evening classes, even in such a difficult environment, he never relaxes for a moment, isn't he doing well enough?

Maybe it’s because of self-awareness, or here, Guangji brought up a topic that he had never mentioned before, “You don’t believe in Buddhism.”

This sound was not loud, but Ji Mo's hands froze for a moment, and soon he looked at Guangji with a calm expression, and then he heard Guangji continue to say: "You don't believe me either."

"I believe in Master."

Ji Mo retorted that he had always believed in the master candidates selected by the system, and even believed in their own talents more than himself.

"You don't believe in Buddha, and you don't believe in the Buddha I believe in. You shouldn't enter Buddhism."

Some things were known from the first time we met. Guangji did not want to accept Ji Mo as his disciple, not because Ji Mo was rash and eager at the beginning, nor because his intelligence was not up to the mark and his performance was not good enough, but because of him. There is no faith in their eyes.

——A person who believes in Buddha will not use Buddha as a cover at will.

The words of advice in the dream seemed to be a child's nature, which cannot be faked, but to Guangji, it was just another child's innocent way to make evil deeds natural and without malice.

He tolerated it.

Later, after investigation, Guangji gave Ji Mo a chance. Time and time again, he had the opportunity to repent and persuade himself not to agree. However, Ji Mo was too firm and smart, and he couldn't find a suitable one. Opportunity.

"I thought you were my test."

The disciples asked the Buddha, why are there demons in the world?

The Buddha smiled and said nothing.

Why don't you speak?

If you don't see the magic flames, how can you believe in piety?

No.

Not such an answer.

Instead, stand up against the demons and see the Tathagata.

That demon is a checkpoint, a threshold, and a door to see one's mind and see one's nature. Only when it is broken and opened, can one see the Buddha sitting behind the door, holding flowers and smiling.

There was a smile on Guangji's lips, he looked at Ji Mo, not accusing, not hating, his eyes were full of peace and calmness, he thought that he was going to save him, but in the end he found that nothing had changed in him.

No matter how precepts and deeds are taught, everything seems to him to be separated by a layer, and he cannot penetrate into it.

"If you don't have faith in your heart, I can't save you."

Guangji sighed again, this sigh was full of melancholy, if he couldn't get over it, he wouldn't be able to see the Buddha either.

Ji Mo had calmed down a long time ago. After listening to the words of "his words are good", he can certainly argue cunningly, but why should he argue? , even he would take it as his attitude towards life, but he still couldn't believe in it, and this was his weakness.

It looks like a monk, but it is just "like".

"I will save myself. Master, please sleep for a while."

Ji Mo persuaded Guangji, who was exhausted, to sleep. After he fell asleep, he continued to walk out with his back on his back. Even if he died, he couldn't die here, he had to die in a place where he could be buried properly.

As a result, none of them died. The sudden rainstorm injected soul and vitality into the fleeing team.

Even though many people suffered from vomiting, diarrhea and illness for a long time afterwards, but the heavy rain drenched their heads, how many people were happy in the rain, eagerly holding the water that came up that day, and gulping it down. Instead, I felt a little relieved.

After surviving, Guangji never talked about such a topic with Ji Mo again. The master and apprentice agreed that the conversation had never happened before, and continued to move forward as before.

Until Guangji's second serious illness, this time he realized that his health was really bad. He stayed in Baiyun Temple and didn't go out for a long time. During the days he stayed, he kept writing scriptures silently. , his eyes could not see clearly, and he couldn’t write, so he recited it directly, and asked Ji Mo to write these scriptures. These scriptures were collected before he met Ji Mo, and it was time to pass them down.

That year, Ji Mo also turned thirty, and his dharma name was Zong Mo.

Listening to what Guangji said, Ji Mo memorized while writing, that is, he already had paper at this time. The number of these scriptures has increased, and it is not so easy to carry. It is better to memorize them in his head, so that , then there is the possibility of comprehension, the different fallacious interpretations in the same scriptures, etc., needless to say, when he has more than one comparable scriptures in his mind, he will naturally understand Where are the problems.

But Guangji did not make surveys and corrections for this, he just remembered, and planned to bring these back to Fahua Temple, and let the eminent monks complete the surveys and corrections.

In this way, the burden on the memory is much greater. There are always several differences in the same scripture, and compared with other similar scriptures, there are also differences. It is too much to recite and memorize. It's too embarrassing, maybe I put all the mistakes in one scripture.

Too approximate, but more prone to fallacies.

Ji Mo couldn't help frowning. The better the memory, the more obvious this problem is. It seems that when people remember, they always use a simple way of remembering, and they don't particularly distinguish between those with a high degree of approximation. This makes it easier to get confused.

If you want to make corrections on this point, he is the same problem encountered by Guangji, he is not authoritative enough, even if Ji Mo thinks that his understanding is enough to complete this matter, but he can't convince others, it is useless to do it, only he can follow it The rules cannot become a system.

In order to facilitate the memory of these differences, he also specially made a small manuscript, the index is the same, and it specifically writes where the scriptures come from, where it is said to come from, and it is written like this, while similar scriptures are written in such a way.

Reciting, memorizing, organizing, and finishing all of them without knowing it, I realized that I had learned so much. Before I knew it, the accumulation of professional knowledge points reached the value of "99".

The bell echoed in the mountains, one sound at a time, Ji Mo looked at the blazing flames, and amidst the sound of chanting scriptures, folded his eyes and lowered his eyes, making the sound of Buddhist chant, and bid farewell to Guangji.

This time I went to the west, I don't know if I also want to get the scriptures.