Bai Yujing

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"Brother Linhuai," Lin Yan tilted his head and said, "They are all going to set off lanterns, let's go too."

The meandering river is gurgling, and countless paper boats are carrying lotus-patterned lanterns down the river. In the misty night, candles are flickering. Boys and girls gather in groups of three or four, praying with their hands together, or a pair of lovers stand together. On one side, although there is a distance of one person in the middle, it can't stop the affection between the two at all.

Lin Yan clings to the glazed lanterns and walks deeper and deeper until he reaches the depths of the dense forest, where the traces of people gradually thin out, leaving only the flowing river water and the floating light reflected by colorful lanterns.

The colored paper was illuminated softly by the orange candlelight inside, but the heart couldn't help softening. Lin Yan reached out to touch the water, and the biting cold winter water passed along his fingertips to his heart. Lin Yancai seemed to wake up from a dream, realizing that the warmth embroidered by the candlelight was just an illusion.

"I heard that the human world will send their longing for the dead on the lanterns of the boat, and along the river, it will fall into the hands of the dead."

"There are such customs in some places," Lord Linhuai said, "It's better for the ancestors to know about the celebration of the Chinese New Year, and it's also a way to appreciate the protection of the ancestors."

"If it is not an ancestor, can I receive it?" Lin Yan asked.

"You and I are gods, why do you ask such a question?" Although Lin Huai's tone was joking, it was not that he didn't know what Lin Yan was thinking.

Lin Yan was amused by him as expected, "Yes, I can't receive them, not to mention that the person to be sacrificed may have been reincarnated, even if he hadn't been reincarnated, he lived in the netherworld, and the flower gate is blocked, what kind of lanterns are there?" Can't get in."

As he said that, he still took out the glazed lamp in his hand, and placed it on the water carefully, a faint white light enveloped it in the palm of his hand, and the colorful glazed lamp was suspended steadily above the water. , drifted down with the current.

He stood at the same spot, watching the lights go farther and farther, until they were no longer visible, Linhuai said: "It's getting deeper and the dew is heavy, go find an inn to rest, how about we go shopping tomorrow?"

Lin Yan was about to nod, but suddenly heard a hazy voice, like the sobbing of an old woman.

He looked around, but found that there was no one else besides him and Linhuai. For a moment, he remembered what the waiter who looked for the light for them said about the witches in the village talking about ghosts, and became a little more vigilant.

"who is it?"

Xu Shi got a response, and the voice was clearer, "Lin Daoshi, don't you remember me?"

This title evoked some memory in Lin Yan, he hesitated and said, "Shousu Village... Big Sister Li?"

Sister Li is a mortal, logically speaking, she should have been dead for more than 1000 years now, Lin Yan probed calmly, thinking that it was the negligence of the officials of the underworld, which caused her to stay in the world as a ghost for so long , But it turns out that what is in front of me is just a consciousness that is too persistent and difficult to get rid of.

"It really is you!" The voice got closer, and finally a vague figure appeared in the night.

Lin Huai was startled, and wanted to protect Lin Yan, but the latter signaled him not to use his eyes, and explained with his head tilted: "The friend I mentioned to you had an accident here, thanks to the villagers of Shousu Village. Join hands with me to save its life."

Hearing this, Lin Huai's eyes suddenly became a little complicated, but he just lowered his eyes silently and didn't make a sound.

"Lin Taoist!" Sister Li's voice sounded extremely excited, but it was far older than the voice of the past, "you follow me to meet the people in the village and tell them that I have really seen the real Buddha, and the real Buddha is real. exist!"

She was a little incoherent, but Lin Yan suddenly realized something.

When Mr. Luochuan was convicted and the true Buddha fell, he was ordered to destroy all the altars and temples of the true Buddha in the world, and erase everyone's memory of the true Buddha. is completely eliminated.

Maybe it was due to the large number of people, which led to omissions, or maybe the imprint on Sister Li's memory was so deep that it was difficult to remove it with ordinary spells.

"They didn't believe me and said I was a crazy woman, but I clearly remembered that there was a real Buddha in the past, and I have seen him!"

When Lin Yan asked her when and where she saw the real Buddha, she couldn't answer again.

In such a situation, most of the memory has not been completely eliminated.

At that time, when Lin Yan took the order, he also thought about it for a few days. Too heavy spells might hurt his mind, so Lin Yan didn't blindly increase the spells of erasing memories. The lightest degree of memory, but unexpectedly someone can still retain memory under such a technique, which shows how mysterious and mysterious memory is, and it is impossible to explain it in a few words.

Sister Li kept chattering, even if she listened, she could read the feeling of desolation behind it, "I waited for many, many years, and told many, many people, but they all said I was crazy, and some people said I am a ghost, how could I be a ghost? I have been in Shousu Village for decades, and I have been blessed by Master Su and the Longevity Tree, how can there be ghosts?"

She seemed extremely incomprehensible, and her thoughts became confused, "By the way... Daoshi Lin, do you know? Fortunately, there is a tree of longevity to bless me, my family has returned from the war." Her voice was full of joy and joy. Later, he became sad again, "But he didn't believe me either, and said that I must be crazy, and he wanted to divorce me and marry the widow from Ergouzi's family."

"Er Gouzi is the one who lived on the mountain. He didn't come back alive. His wife was still on good terms with me before."

Sister Li shook her head and said: "But I don't agree. I gave birth to him a few children and raised so much land. How could he divorce me? Later, the village chief also came to see me. They beat me and laughed at me. Me, let me stand on my head in the yard...it is said to be able to get rid of the evil..."

Her voice became lower and lower, until the unclear figure suddenly knelt down and hugged her head, as if she was in great pain.

Lin Yan felt her throat sore, and said with difficulty: "Sister Li——" His voice seemed to remind Aunt Li, and she hurriedly raised her head again and said:

"Now that I finally have you here, you must testify with me and tell them that I am not crazy, they forgot, they forgot! They will believe you, Daoshi Lin, you are our Shousu Village benefactor!"

"Okay... Sister Li, I'll accompany you." Lin Yan couldn't bear it, and comforted her in his words, while raising his hand to erase her memory and calm down this obsession, but just as soon as he raised his hand, he was caught by a piece of plain The colored robe sleeves blocked it.

He tilted his head and explained to Linhuai: "It's my fault, her extra memory has added to her suffering."

"Your Highness is merciful, it's only about the memory... Her memory belongs to her, and even if she wants to take it away, it should be her own willingness, and it shouldn't be without a single question."

Lin Huai seldom said such emotional words, Lin Yan was a little surprised for a moment, but felt that what he said was indeed right, just like when the real Buddha was convicted, so what if those mortals remembered the real Buddha, why bother to erase their memories, It seems that the heavens have a guilty conscience and want to cover it up. It's better to directly send down the words of heaven and confess the crimes of the immortal king.

So he said to Lin Huai: "When I go back this time, I will report this matter to the Emperor of Heaven and persuade the Emperor of Heaven to abolish this decree."

Lin Huai sighed softly when he heard the words, but didn't say anything more.

Lin Yan was also silent for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down in front of the black figure.

"Your Highness!" Lin Huai hurriedly tried to stop him, "You are..." The incomparably noble god, the only son of Emperor Bai Yujing, looked at the three realms, except for His Majesty, who would dare to bear the kneeling of His Highness the Third Highness.

Lin Yan waved his hand, and said softly to the black figure in front of him, "I'm the one who failed you."

Aunt Li seemed to be stunned as well, forgetting her obsession just now.She moved forward a few steps tremblingly, and walked in front of Lin Yan, a faint white light rose from Lin Yan's palm, illuminating her chaotic eyes and gray messy long hair.

She pushed back the black veil covering Lin Yan's face, and a tear suddenly fell from her cloudy eyes, "I remember your voice, but unfortunately I can't see your appearance clearly."

Lin Yan held her hand, and said calmly and gently:

"Sister Li, 1000 years ago, Shousu Village made great contributions to protecting longevity, but I lied to you back then, the real Buddha did exist, but he did not come to save trees, but to destroy trees, I am not a cultivator, but I am the same as the real Buddha, the same as Baiyujing Tianshen. I found out that the real Buddha has committed a lot of crimes. He was tortured thousands of years ago. Memories, except for errors in the middle joints, your memory has not been completely cleared, and this is the disaster."

"You mean...you mean, you erased their memories, so they all forgot?" Aunt Li took a step back, her voice trembling slightly in disbelief.

"Yes." Lin Yan was still kneeling, the wet muddy ground in winter in the human world penetrated the cold into his kneecaps, but he did not use spells to block the air-conditioning.

"you you--"

Aunt Li pointed at Lin Yan with trembling fingers, she fell to the ground, and suddenly burst into tears.

Lin Yan knelt on her knees for as long as she cried, and Aunt Li finally wiped away the mottled tears on her face with the old clothes until the sky turned pale.

"I remember..." Her voice became hoarse, "I have been dead for 1000 years."

"I remember," she said again: "That day my man said...he was willing to believe me, and he even cooked with his own hands, cooked me a few good dishes, and then...then I died..."

As she was talking, she suddenly smiled, frankly and calmly, as if she had finally accepted the fact: "He poisoned me, he killed me."

"Thank you, Lord Immortal Official," she looked at Lin Yan, her chaotic eyes gradually became clear, her long white hair turned green and black again, and the old wrinkles on her face faded one by one.

She closed her eyes in relief, "Thank you... for being willing to tell me everything."

Then she stood up and ran towards the rising sun. On the way, she turned her head to look at Lin Yan. Her big eyes were bright and dazzling, and her smile was sincere.

Finally, when the sun rose, her last obsession dissipated and turned into a speck of light in the sky.

Lin Yan stared at the light, and suddenly remembered that Lord Luochuan had asked his uncle before his execution, "You have been practicing Buddhist scriptures since you were in the world...why did you do such a heartless thing?" ?”

Luo Chuan asked him calmly: "Your Highness, do you know what kind of appeals I heard when I was a true Buddha in the world?"

"How many of the people who ask me to protect you are people with corrupt consciences, thieves and guilty consciences who are afraid of being punished by heaven?"

"There are so many people who sincerely worship the Buddha and do all kinds of bad things. As a true Buddha, why do you want me to be spotless?"

Lin Yan stood up, followed the spot of light with his eyes, then put down his veiled hat and covered his eyes again.

"Buddha's right hand gives fearlessness, removes sin and fear, and left hand makes wishes, answering the prayers of all living beings."

Luo Chuan's last voice echoed in his ears: "Your Highness, if you have no worries, no fears, no desires, no desires, how can you need a Buddha?"

Lin Yan couldn't answer him.

"Brother Linhuai," he said to Linhuai who stood beside him all night, covered with a thin layer of frost, "let's go."

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The author has something to say:

The author is not a Buddhist researcher, nor does he have any religious beliefs. The above content about Buddhism is only for fiction, and absolutely does not mean to discredit Buddhist culture. If I offend, I will slip on my knees first.