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Buddha said, "So where is she now?"

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun looked depressed: "She is dead."

The Main Hall fell into a moment of silence, and the sound of Li Xingyun's tears could be quietly heard.

The Buddha, who seemed to be regretting, said, "What do you want?"

Li Xingyun's thin cheeks were covered with tears, and he said firmly: "I want to find her."

Buddha said, "She is dead."

Li Xingyun didn't care: "Then I will go to the Netherworld to find her."

Buddha said again: "She is already past."

Li Xingyun replied: "I will go back to the past."

The Buddha asked: "What if she is reincarnated?"

Li Xingyun said: "I will go to the future... No matter whether it is the past, present, or the future, even if it is three lives and three lives, I will find her."

The Buddha who becomes a Buddha for sentient beings can resolve all sufferings in the world but does not understand what the word "love" is: "What if you find her?"

Li Xingyun remembered that he had never let down his life: "I will never let you down again."

The Buddha said, "But your fate in this life has ended here."

Li Xingyun is persistent.

He never believed that the fate ended and said, "Then I will go back to the past and cultivate the fate of the next life and the three lives."

The Buddha asked: "How can I obtain the Dharma of both worlds and do not let down the Tathagata and do not let down you?"

Buddha is asking about Zen.

Li Xingyun, who is familiar with Liumen scriptures and knowledge of the hundreds of schools of thought, does not know whether there is a two-dimensional method in the world that can live up to the Tathagata and you. But for him, sentient beings have their own Buddhas to save them, and he only becomes a Buddha for Ling'er.

That's enough.

So he said: "If you do not save all sentient beings, you are willing to practice one Buddha."

The Buddha was silent and said no more.

This has made the incomprehensible Zen of all dharmas and Buddhas in the world for countless years seem to have become the simplest thing in the world in Li Xingyun's mouth.

How can I obtain the Dharma of both worlds and not let down the Tathagata and not let down you? I will not save all sentient beings and wish to be a Buddha!

yes!

Buddhism eliminates the seven emotions and six desires. Throughout history, Buddhas in the world have been all Buddhas of sentient beings who have practiced thousands of good things and experienced all difficulties. Have you ever seen who monks become Buddhas by the word "love"?

I have always thought that the ancestor of the Buddhist sect who reflects on the mortal mind and damages the Brahmacharya is high, but I never thought that Buddha is a Buddha. If the seven emotions and six desires are eliminated, is it still considered a true Buddha in the human world?

There seemed to be a sigh from the Main Hall, the lament of the Buddha who had been filled with endless years.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun raised his head and looked at the golden Buddha. He actually saw the Buddha's tears! Two lines of golden tears slid from the eyes of the Buddha statue and dripped on the green lamp in front of the Buddha.

Buddha has achieved great enlightenment!

Two lines of Buddha's tears fell, and the blue lamp in front of the Buddha suddenly ignited fireworks, illuminating the magnificent, sacred and solemn Great Hall of the Great Light on the ground.

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun was completely covered by green lights.

He knelt on the cushion, but his figure gradually became blurred and blurred little by little.

His feet, his legs, his hands... disappeared little by little, and he had no fear of the changes in his body.

Because he knew that he asked for Buddha and the Buddha responded.

Because under the illumination of the green lamp in front of the Buddha, he saw his past life.

In the past life in the light of the green lamp, at that moment, the body of Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun completely turned into nothingness and dissipated in the Great Hall.

...

The sunset shines on the west mountain, and a shadow falls behind the mountain.

A small town located in the northern part of Nanzhanzhou is lying in the sunset, and wisps of smoke come out of the eaves of the birds flying by.

The poor scholar sweats on his forehead.

The scholar's name is Li Xiuyuan. He is one of the few scholars in Qingshui Town. He usually relies on the storefront of the ancestral street to do some ink and wash business.

In the era when the Yan Empire and the Nanzhan tribe were in constant wars and worshipping Wu, financial difficulties were a word that he had to face in his eighteen years of life.

Until a few days ago, he had a whim and compiled the major events of the gangsters and merchants who heard from the town's travelers and travelers, and wrote them into a book and a biography of the characters. He was unintentionally involved in the willows but did not want to sell them.

Li Xiuyuan, a scholar who always dreams of becoming an official, thought of earning more money before the New Year, and when he went to the capital for the exam after the spring of the next year, he would not be a waste of his life to devote himself to the Nanzhan Kingdom in the future.

So when the sun sets in the town, he is still busy when the smoke rises in the smoke in the cooking town.

The sky gradually became darker.

When the black curtain covered the sky, a young man, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, came to the study of poor scholar Li Xiuyuan with two kilograms of beef.

"gentlemen."

The young man's name is Aman, and he is the son of Liu Zhuangshi, the butcher shop in the town.

The butcher shop, Old Liu, was ignorant of the people. In addition to continuing the shop that his father passed on to his hands, he also wanted his son to know more about words and read more books, so that he would marry a delicate wife after he was young in the future.

So I asked Xiao Aman to be a scholar Li Xiuyuan to serve as a teacher, and to give some pork chops and beef on weekdays as a filial piety to the teacher.

Li Xiuyuan, who was guarding the storefront of the study alone, really liked Xiao Aman, who was extremely intelligent, and did not treat him as an outsider. Therefore, while teaching and practicing calligraphy, he often let the young man run errands in the town.

Little Aman is happy with this.

"Aman is here."

The thin scholar Li Xiuyuan put down his pen and stretched his waist. He accidentally saw the dark night outside the door, and realized that it was another day of forgetting to eat and sleep, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The young boy Aman skillfully brought the beef to the kitchen in the backyard of the study, then ran over, looked at the brand new booklets stacked beside the bookshelf, and said happily, "Sir, take a break early, Aman has all these tasks."

It's wrapped."

On the early autumn night of the town, the young boy Aman likes to gather many like-minded partners in the town after dinner, and visit the fruit trees in the garden of Aunt Zhang's aunt, and then on the way back, he provokes the uncle of Zhao's family.

The group of chickens and dogs.

As a result, several books of neighbors and villagers had already made it a walk to deliver the goods to their doorstep.

Before the scholar Li Xiuyuan could speak, the young man Aman was familiar with the book and list neatly put the book and list into the basket, and ran out of the door with his waist. The small back quickly disappeared under the lights in the study.

The scholar who had been used to it had no choice but to sigh helplessly, turned around and walked out of the study, went to the backyard to prepare supper...

Scholars usually have a reading habit of about an hour after dinner.

Today is naturally no exception.

After Xiao Aman sent the basket back to the door of the study shop with wooden boards, Li Xiuyuan burned some hot water and soaked a pot of tea shops. The owner of the tea shop sent a few days ago, and held a lonely lamp in the bedroom.

The curtain figure began his hard study.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

In Qingshui Town, chickens crowed and dogs barked, but they stopped hearing it. People who have been busy all day have already dreamed of Zhou Gong. In this era of war and smoke, it is thanks to the Western Mountain blocking the tragedy of the world that this Qingshui Town was

The people in it have a place to dream.

Scholar Li Xiuyuan yawned.

Listening to the sound of drums outside the courtyard, it was already the hour of Hai, Li Xiuyuan closed his hand and knocked on his sore arms and body, and was about to fall asleep with his clothes on his back, but suddenly he heard a sudden knock outside the study door.

(PS: I really like the next story. Li Xingyun asked for Buddha. When he returned to his previous life, could he find Ling'er?)