The old monster loves the poor monk

Later, Kongming could hardly hear what they said, only Ziseng's admonition to Ling sounded like thunder in his mind.

The purple monk said: "Follow the flow of life and death, and enter the great river of love. If the river of love dries up, you will be liberated."

Yu Ling still didn't take it seriously, but when Kong Ming thought of this sentence, the only thing he could think of in his mind was Yu Ling's hands that clung to Ziseng's shoulders but slid down to his waist when he sank into the water.

Follow the flow of life and death, enter the great river of love, the river of love will dry up, and you will be liberated. This is the content of the second and sixth volumes of the Huayan Sutra and the fourth volume of the Shurangama Sutra, but the Buddhist scriptures do not tell him how to stop thinking.

The master said: "Because I practice Buddhism and Dharma, I must tell you more firmly that everything in the world can only be crossed by myself, without others."

Kongming realized that he couldn't get over himself now, and he couldn't protect himself. He sat in this endless dream of ten thousand years, with the bloody light flowing repeatedly on the side of his neck, and there were hands on his shoulders, and Kongming turned his head. Looking at it, my heart skipped a beat, but I found it was Qiyu. The smoke and clouds cleared and changed, and I was already in the bamboo forest.

Qiyu looked at the Lingzhuo mark on his side neck, stretched out her hand to touch it lightly for a moment, then withdrew her hand: "How are you doing recently?"

Kongming looked at Qiyu, he also liked King Ming, and like Yu Ling, he only liked King Ming, seeing him, it was hard for Kongming not to overlap Yu Ling’s figure on him: “Qiyu, I’m not King Ming, don’t come again into my dreams."

In his consciousness, in his dreams, in his life, everything left by King Ming is full. As Kong Ming, he can only live in the cracks left by King Ming. Kong Ming closed his eyes. , Opened his eyes again and walked out of Qiyu's Transformation Realm.

He didn't believe that King Ming's shadow could cover him from seeing the sun all his life.

The light of the Lingzhuo Seal shrank another three points, and the power in the seal began to grow along the meridians.

Letting Kong Ming calm down for the past few days, Lin Caijun finally couldn't sit still and knocked on the door to spy on information: "Kong Ming, are you not dead?"

The door opened and Lin Caijun was startled, with a terrified and worried expression on his face: "Kong Ming...what's the matter with you?" This is the first time Lin Caijun has seen Kong Ming's gloomy and gloomy expression. Has the evil cultivator seized the house?

"Kong Ming, do you still remember who I am?" Lin Caijun waved in front of Kong Ming, and was pushed out the door.

"Oh Kongming! Do you want to order takeaway?" Lin Caijun knocked on the door helplessly.

When the door opened, there was only one word: "Eat."

Lin Caijun conveyed information to Wu Duyin: "Kong Ming is about to turn grief and anger into appetite."

Twenty minutes later, the takeaway delivered two large bags of food, Wu Duyin ate ice cream, Lin Caijun drank a cigarette, Shen Yining took a cup of Coke, and the three of them sat by and watched Kong Ming eat.

Wu Duyin asked what was the matter, Kong Ming didn't answer and they stopped mentioning it, everyone sat quietly, Shen Jining sat for a while and got up to read, he knew what was wrong with Kong Ming, Kong Ming Ming should also understand that he was using him with ill intentions from the beginning, and it would be more cost-effective to do his own thing at this time.

When Kongming returned to the room, Wu Duyin sat in the living room and continued to watch Tokyo Maomao, she frowned in confusion: "Why do I think he did this because of Yu Ling? How did Yu Ling mess with him?"

Lin Caijun continued to light cigarettes, but Wu Duyin reached out and pinched him, so he could only knock the melon seeds on the coffee table: "I also think it's because of Yu Ling, I am very convinced that I can make Kongming like this."

Wu Duyin thought for a while: "Let's make an appointment with everyone, who's birthday is there recently?"

"That's a lot." There won't be more birthdays than July: "The four of our brothers and sisters all have birthdays in July. After the gate of hell opens on July [-]th, the four of us will be born in a row, okay? .”

"That's right, you escaped by taking advantage of the opening of the gate of ghosts. I'll hold a commemorative party for the opening of the gate of ghosts for you on July [-]th?" Wu Duyin felt that their matter was quite important, and it would be nice to do it all together.

This suggestion fit Lin Caijun's thoughts: "Okay, then I'll call my brother." Lin Caijun immediately took out his mobile phone to notify the three of them, but he still had self-knowledge and didn't say he was going to a ghost party. He knows his seniors very well. If it is such a nonsense thing, Ye Yuan and Zheng Baoguo will definitely frowned slightly and say you stop messing around, while Feiran will smile and say: "It's too boring yourself Let's play."

So what he said was that on July [-]th, Wu Duyin had something to tell them, and they had to be there on time at [-]:[-] p.m. that night. The specific address would be notified later when Wu Duyin decided.

Zheng Baoguo solemnly said that he would be there on time, Ye Yuan made it clear, Fei Ran lacked interest, he said he would definitely come when he heard that all the seniors would be there, Lin Caijun sighed after making the phone call: "I'm like this when they meet Absolutely miserable."

Wu Duyin said: "Let's think of it as a large gathering in the team. We rarely get together neatly."

Kongming was sitting facing the wall, it was raining outside the window, every night there was thunder and roaring, and the Lingzhuo was imprinted on the side of the neck and the light streamed all night,

The boy in the white gown with his sleeves tucked in was sitting on the window sill looking at the pitch-black sky in the rainstorm. Through the black clouds, he felt the light of a star strengthened: "Ming Wang woke up so fast."

"Ming Wang? Who is that warrior who went through fire and water for you monsters?" The young man next to the boy smiled casually.

The boy looked at the young man with indifferent grape eyes: "It's us, we are demons."

The young man still smiled: "Don't get me wrong, you need me to save you, not I need you monsters and ghosts, it's you or us, it's up to me to decide."

"King Ming once awakened the Venus, and he made the Venus that would not appear appear in the world. King Ni was born from this. You lack some self-knowledge." The boy's tone was always very light.

The young man stopped the topic wisely.

Yu Ling was also looking at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he never imagined that one day his own words could make King Ming like this.

He forgot that that person was not King Ming, but a 17-year-old boy named Kong Ming. He had followed King Ming for tens of thousands of years. The first time he met him was in the South China Sea. At that time, King Ming had a deep bond with Avalokitesvara. He vowed to use his own ears and eyes to see the sounds of suffering in the world. After becoming a bodhisattva, Ziseng went to the South China Sea with her, and the Zizhu forest moved to the South China Sea. His body is Zizhu, which has grown silently in the wind since his birth.

He practiced meditation and sat in the forest for ten thousand years without saying a word. When he heard the Dharma meeting, the Tathagata smiled when he saw him. Suddenly, the vast light towered ten directions, and said: "This demon should be Fudo Mingwang."

The purple monk was praised by thousands of immortals from ten directions without saying a word, and he was sitting on the Buddha's seat with his eyes down.

Hearing that a bamboo had become a Buddha, he thought about going to see it. Everyone in the six worlds knew that King Ming liked to meditate, and he was also meditating when he went there. King Ming was sitting motionless in the purple bamboo forest. The first side of Purple Monk.

He thought that Ziseng would at least open his eyes to look at him, but Ziseng didn't seem to notice his existence all the time. He also sat cross-legged, sat opposite Ziseng and stared at him. He watched Ziseng for three years, Zi Monk never looked at him.

At that time, he thought the human world was too noisy, the demon world was full of noisy low-level people, and the god world always made him feel bad. It seemed that there was no place in the world where people could be clean and comfortable. He just sat like that for three years, Feeling that there is no purer place in the world than this place, he decided to settle down in Zizhu Forest. After thinking about it for thousands of years, they changed from neighbors to friends, and he began to develop attachment in their relationship.

Yu Ling looked at the star that was covered by the clouds. In the last life, the purple monk became a Buddha with the body of a demon. In this life, Kongming wants to cultivate a demon with a human body. Is King Ming's path destined to be a different way, even if he wants to protect it, he can't hide it The traction of this cause and effect, on the contrary, promoted the maturity of cause and effect because of his appearance.

Kong Ming was still sitting on the bed, another huge broken lens stood in front of him in the illusory realm of consciousness, a monk sat opposite Kong Ming in the real and illusory realm of departure, Kong Ming opened his eyes, and the monk also He opened his dark purple eyes.

Kong Ming looked at him, and the eyes of the two met in the mirror: "You are already dead."

Zi Monk seemed to have never heard of it, and the corners of his mouth raised a faint smile with an imperceptible arc.

Seeing Ziseng's smile, Kong Ming burst into fury, but this was him, so he was really angry.

While Kongming was practicing, Lin Caijun's cultivation progress was also good when the purple monk was on fire, especially after returning from the memories of his previous life, he practiced very smoothly with those experiences, and recently, the spiritual energy began to increase inexplicably, so he cultivated so After a period of time, he broke through the third-order meridian and stepped into the threshold of summoning spirits in a blink of an eye.

Only Wu Duyin was worse. Although she roughly remembered some of the things she practiced in her previous life, she basically couldn't practice them. He was ruined in a complete mess, and after waking up from a serious illness for many years, his physical body was restricted by the power of the rotating compass.

She is destined not to go far on the road of practice, and the only thing she can rely on is the revolving compass, but what puzzles her is that she still doesn't know what she is going to do when she thinks of her previous life, and she still doesn't know how the revolving compass falls in her hand.

She can't think about that doubt too seriously, and when she seriously explores, she will feel a suffocating pain in her heart.

As the only non-practice person in the dormitory, Shen Jining spends most of his time reading or surfing the Internet, occasionally playing games with Lin Caijun, going to the amusement park with Wu Duyin, and writing a diary every night at 09:30.

The only guest in the dormitory is Li Junhao, and everyone still loves him. In fact, if he yells at this time that you bastards are so neglected, can you listen to me carefully, they may still eat this. One set, but every time Li Junhao has a bright smile, a gentle expression, and a good sense of propriety.

There is no room for smart adults in the world of stupid children.

Wuchang in Group A of the Dao Cultural Headquarters Park received a message from Li Junhao. He stretched himself and sat up straight, his chest and abdominal muscles were exposed by the pulled-up shirt and the slanted neckline: "Junhao said that is called empty. Ming's little ghosts are practicing in seclusion, what do you mean by the boss, let them get involved in everything."

Sitting opposite the leather sofa, Zheng Zhu has a cold expression, which is his normal state. On the contrary, his expression will be more relaxed when facing outsiders. This is the area of ​​Group A, which belongs to him. His cold and fierce expression is fully revealed .

"They are not the same as us."

Wuchang glanced at the phone and confirmed the content of the message: "Of course, a group of sows who were blown into the sky on the cusp of fate."

"Fate will blow them even higher." Zheng Zhu's expression became colder: "If no one stops it."

Impermanence rubbed his chin playfully: "If the fate of some people is destined to change the world, what is there to argue about such a hard fate? Let's see how far they can go."

Zheng Zhu shook his head: "When they subdue fate, we will not be able to subdue them."