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The long-desolated Qinghe Temple finally has an incense smell.

One day, a child playing by the river was filled with joy when he saw the newly paved bluestone path, and chased me and hid in the temple. The children in the originally naughty town had never seen such a solemn temple, and they couldn't help but become restrained.

They didn't dare to make loud noises, and they hid behind the older child.

The child was not afraid of life. He saw a three-meter-high rock standing behind the incense table. The monk who had just settled here a month ago was holding an iron sword and hammering something. Under the push of his playmate behind him,

The child walked up and looked at the busy monk and asked, "What are you doing?"

Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun said with a smile: "I am practicing Buddhism."

The child asked, "What is Buddha? Why should I practice him?"

Zen Master Nanshan said, "You are still young now. I will tell you what Buddha is after a few days, okay?"

The child nodded obediently: "Yes."

Then he was pulled out by a group of playmates and continued to play.

Only Zen Master Nanshan was left in the temple. He wiped his sweat and looked at the huge rock that was much taller than him, and smiled in a silence.

What is Buddha? Why do you need to practice him? After Chu Chan's heart disappeared, he thought about it for a whole year before he could figure out the answer.

...

He saved hundreds of thousands of dead souls to see the Buddha.

He saw the Buddha to seek it.

He asked the Buddha to cultivate fate.

He returned to his previous life and wanted to rebuild his three-life relationship with Ling'er.

But he always ignored one problem: he was a monk.

How can a monk who should have pure six senses cultivate fate? If a monk picks up love, is he still considered a monk? So the Buddha asked him, how can he obtain the Dharma of both worlds and live up to the Tathagata and live up to you?

Li Xingyun had only one answer to this. He told the Buddha that he would not save all sentient beings’ sufferings, but only practice one Buddha.

He is a Buddhist, and there is no choice. But he can choose his own Buddha and choose who he will actively become.

So he wants to practice Buddhism.

There is only one Buddha in his heart, and that Buddha is Ling'er. He wants to cultivate Ling'er into my Buddha, to become his own Buddha, and then be willing to be Ling'er's Buddhist.

This is the true meaning of only practicing one person and the true meaning of his coming to his previous life.

In fact, regardless of whether Chu Chan's mind is born or died or not, what Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun wants to do is never a matter of practicing the three lives of the next life, but rather practicing Buddha, just practicing Buddha! Cultivating a person's Buddha, his own Buddha!

But these things can be thought of very clearly and said very reasonably, but it is very difficult to do them.

The three-meter-high boulder was very hard. He was just a thin monk without cultivation. Even if he was focused on using the knife, he could not hold on for too long.

So at the beginning, he is easily tired.

The stone hammer kept hitting the short iron knife, making a very frequent sound in the quiet temple, but after one go,

Often, you can only knock off an extremely thin layer of stone.

At his speed, it would probably take a long time to fully carve Ling'er's little feet. Fortunately, the richest thing he is now is time.

He was not in a hurry. Before he started, he had arranged his daily workload very carefully. For example, when to cultivate Buddha's feet, when to cultivate Buddha's legs, and when to cultivate Buddha's body... he just needs to follow the steps.

Soon, the sky became dimmed.

Li Xingyun cleaned up the gravels all over the ground in the temple, and went up the mountain alone to pick some mushrooms and wild fruits. After cleaning by the river, he set up a stove in front of the temple to start cooking.

He will cook no matter in his future or in this life. Although he is not as good as Su Xiaofan's craftsmanship, he is much better than those guys in Luo Changfeng River Manlou.

A scholar who is powerless to tie a chicken must learn the ability to cook, otherwise he will not even be able to catch a chicken, so why don’t he starve to death? This is the truth that the teacher once taught him, and he kept it in his heart.

After making two plates of side dishes, Li Xingyun ate alone under the stars and moonlight, then washed the dishes, and then went to bed.

It was dawn, and he got up to wash, cooked breakfast, ate breakfast, and after cleaning up, he began to continue practicing his Buddha.

Life in the Fuhuo town far away from the world always passes fast. Before he knew it, Li Xingyun had lived in the temple next to the Qingshui River for three years, and he would finally gain something for three years of practicing Buddhism.

Three years later, the three-meter-high boulder already had a pair of small, exquisite and beautiful feet.

He repaired it into Ling'er's feet.

One day, it was raining heavily outside. In order to hide from the rain, the children playing by the Qinghe River broke into this inhabited but still deserted temple.

Those children are growing up, and the oldest is ten years old.

The ten-year-old child vaguely remembered something, and he took the initiative to come forward and looked at the monk who was squatting in front of the huge rock and constantly hitting with a stone hammer and an iron knife: "Have your Buddha been cultivated?"

Li Xingyun turned around and saw that it was the child who had asked him three years ago. He pointed to the feet of the giant stone and smiled: "Look, I have repaired my feet."

The child still didn't understand: "How can one pair of feet represent Buddha?"

Li Xingyun was a little sad again. How could his feet be his Buddha?

He looked at the child and said, "Come again in a few days, and wait until I practice the Buddha before telling you what Buddha is?"

The child still nodded obediently: "Okay."

...

Another six years have passed.

The huge stone standing behind the incense table has basically gotten rid of the stone and has a human-shaped outline.

In the past six years, some people appeared in this temple and passed by, but when they saw Li Xingyun's obsession with Buddha statues was like a demon, they did not dare to disturb him. After burning incense and adding fire, they were quiet.

Leaving quietly.

Gradually, the residents of Fuluo towns have become accustomed to this, and sometimes they even see Li Xingyun alone and will take turns to send some vegetables and fruits.

Although Li Xingyun, who has worked hard for six years, looks a little haggard, it seems that there is no big change except haggard. However, it is undeniable that his skill in carving and practicing Buddhism was also due to the six years of knife.

He became extremely skilled. He had the confidence to complete the practice of this Buddha statue within the expected time.

In this way, three years passed again.

The Buddha statue that has been practicing for a full twelve years not only has a pair of delicate feet, but also a pair of slender and straight legs, a slender and concave and convex Buddha body, a smooth Buddha face as a mirror, a lively and beautiful Buddha eyes, and three thousand

Black hair and a graceful Buddhist garment.

It looks like a young girl...

Snowflakes are floating on this day.

The world is covered with heaven and earth, and the town is covered with silver and white silence.

On these 90-year-old cold winter days, the water in the Qing River in front of the temple was frozen.

I thought there would be no more pedestrians and people nearby passing by incense in the snow, but after Li Xingyun cleaned up the gravel at the foot of the complete Buddha statue, he was about to close the temple gate, but unexpectedly saw a figure.

It was a young man who was holding an umbrella with snowflakes piled up on the umbrella. He stood in front of the door. Although he had not seen him for many years, Li Xingyun still recognized him at a glance, and he was the child he had back then.

The young man took his umbrella and entered the temple. He looked at the lifelike Buddha statue and was a little confused.

He looked at Li Xingyun, who seemed to have not changed in the past ten years and asked, "Is this the Zen master's Buddha?"

Li Xingyun clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, this is my Buddha."

The young man still doesn't understand: "But, why is a woman?"

Li Xingyun quietly looked at the young man's ignorant face. He did not explain too much, but said as in previous years: "You are just in your prime, so I'd better wait for a few days. When you get older, I'll tell you again.

The answer is OK?”

The twentieth man agreed and then left.

This trip will last for a whole year!

Sixty years later, an old man with a hunched back bent over and leaned on a wooden stick and white-haired man found the Qing River from that time and saw the temple in front of the Qing River according to the road in his memory.

The old man staggered and walked into the temple tremblingly, then raised his head with difficulty, his eyes that were turbid and blurred to see the vicissitudes of life staring at the Buddha statue standing in the Buddhist temple.

The old man did not see the figure of the Zen master. He did not call, nor did he go to search for it.

Because of the questions that year, he finally understood the answers through the Jiazi year.

"Why is Buddha a woman?"

"Because she is his Buddha..."