The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 109 Yin Yang Stone Heart, Pure Twin Lotus

In the ancient temple in the wilderness, Monk Wu Ya was shocked. He could never have imagined that the truth would be like this.

Glancing at his brother's incredulous expression, Monk Wuhua's eyes became redder, his handsome face became more enchanting, with a kind of crazy and paranoid beauty, and he spoke in a more cheerful tone:

"Perhaps he was too proud and thought I was his. Or maybe he had been holding it in for too long and wanted to talk to someone. Before the sexual intercourse, he told me about many dirty things in Xiye Temple. Who would have thought that this Buddhist Pure Land that had been passed down for a hundred years had already become dirty.

Since they are dirty, then we might as well kill them all and wash away all these sins with a bloody rain."

Looking at Monk Wuya, Monk Wuhua said, "Brother, you have been growing vegetables in the back mountain and rarely come into contact with these dirty things. You are a rare clean person in Xiye Temple. You saved my life. I was planning to spare your life, but I never thought that the monks in the temple would try to threaten me with you, and I never thought that you would commit suicide."

Monk Wu Ya felt as if the sky was falling, his eyes were bloodshot: "You are about to die, and you are still so eloquent that you can make up such a lie?"

Monk Wuhua sneered: "When a man is about to die, his words are good. I can deceive anyone in this world, but I will not deceive my brother."

Looking at the destruction of the main hall, he smiled and said, "All results come from causes, all retributions come from karma, good causes bring good results, bad causes bring bad results, this Xiye Temple is now truly clean.

All people in the world are evil and have many karmic obstacles. I am only using my body as a donation to help them escape from the sea of suffering and to beg for alms. It is their blessing to die in bliss. "

Monk Wu Ya closed his eyes. Although he didn't want to believe it, he had to believe it. He knew Wu Hua's character well as they had lived together day and night in the past. He knew that Wu Hua had never lied to him.

Opening his eyes and looking at the paranoid Wuhua, Monk Wuya sighed for his sins, his heartache and resentment intertwined, and finally turned into a sigh. He bowed to Xuanming who was tasting tea and said:

"For the past ten years, I have been hiding on the stump of a pure lotus in the back mountain. The previous abbot built Xiye Temple on this mountain because of this lotus.

Later, the Pure Lotus was accidentally damaged. In the past, I carefully took care of the remaining roots while growing vegetables in the back mountain. Now that the cause and effect have been resolved, I will give the remaining roots to you. I believe that this lotus will be properly cared for in your hands and benefit the people. "

Putting down the teacup, Xuanming stood up and returned the greeting without making any promise, but this greeting was worth more than a thousand words.

Wu Ya turned and looked at Wu Hua: "All phenomena are the result of the combination of causes and conditions. They arise when the causes arise and cease to exist when the causes end. It is nothing more than this. Since everything originated from me, and it was me who brought you back to the temple that brought disaster to Xiye Temple and led you astray into the devil's way, I will put an end to it today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ya's ghost suddenly emitted a ray of Buddha's light, which condensed into a Buddhist bead. The light was soft, not cold, but instead gave off a warm feeling.

Xuanming's eyes moved slightly. He didn't expect that Wuya wanted to save Monk Wuhua from his sins at the cost of his own soul. He didn't stop him. It was Wuya's own choice. He didn't agree with it, but he could understand and respect it.

Monk Wuhua's eyes were filled with tears and he wanted to refuse, but at the moment he was powerless and could only watch as Brother Wuya's soul slowly dissipated.

Looking at Wuhua in tears, Wuya felt relieved that this junior fellow he had personally raised was not hopeless. This was enough. Before he completely disappeared, he said with guilt:

"After I died, I was blinded by fear and hatred. I have been avoiding you since I died. I failed to save you in time, so you fell deeper and deeper into the wrong path. Fortunately, it is not too late to mend the situation."

As soon as he finished speaking, his soul completely transformed into a Buddhist bead and flew into the center of Monk Wuhua's eyebrows. The evil monk burst into tears, and the resentment of the innocent dead souls in his body was slowly melted and dispelled by the Buddha's light.

All the scenes of the two brothers' past interactions flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope. Those were things he had not dared to touch for the past ten years, but now they were like a torrent bursting through a dam, uncontrollable.

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"Brother, I want to eat some cakes?"

"Brother, I want to lift you up high."

"Brother, my monk's robe is torn." Childhood, youth, young adult...

The words of his senior brother and the memories overwhelmed Monk Wuhua. A tear of blood fell to the ground. He had no regrets about the massacre of everyone in Xiye Temple, but he felt extremely guilty towards his senior brother.

"Everything is empty, but cause and effect are not empty. Everything does not go away, only karma stays with you."

Muttering a few words, thinking that he had already avenged himself, Monk Wuhua decided to die. Xuanming did not stop him, but allowed him to reverse his meridians and burn his body, both to atone for his sins and because only in this way could Wuya have a chance of survival.

With the death of Monk Wuhua, the invisible resentment that shrouded the Xiye Temple dissipated, and the moonlight became brighter. Retracting the whisk, Xuanming stretched out his hand and clenched it, and two auras surged into his palms. They were the remaining souls of Wuya and Wuhua.

Wuya wants to save Wuhua, and Wuhua also wants to protect Wuya. The two save each other and are cause and effect to each other.

Gazing at the two residual souls in his palm, Xuanming felt something in his heart. He looked up at the mountain behind and a pond emerged in his spiritual perception. A piece of broken lotus root at the bottom of the water was shining, and the air was filled with a pure atmosphere.

He reached out his hand and fetched a remnant lotus root from the back mountain. He injected the two remnant souls into it, and the remnant lotus root glowed even brighter. Xuanming was blessed and inputted magic power into it. The remnant lotus root actually sprouted again, and a twin lotus blossomed in his palm.

"You reap what you sow. Everything is created by the mind. Everything is born from the mind. Good fate will be determined later."

After sighing, Xuanming put away the lotus, raised his hand and summoned a black and white stone the size of a peanut from the ground. This was the Yin-Yang Stone, a rare spiritual material left by Monk Wuhua after his death. He was born with yin and yang because of this stone. Why it was in Wuhua's body, Xuanming did not know.

After putting away the stones, Xuanming did not stay in the dilapidated temple for long. He walked out of Xiye Temple and led the donkey down the mountain.

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Walk and watch, watch and understand.

Xuanming continued to walk and gain enlightenment, seeing the beautiful mountains and rivers, observing the various aspects of human life, and after walking for a few more days, he stepped into Yuequan County.

This is a thousand-year-old county with towering city walls and magnificent city towers, full of the vicissitudes of time. The city is bustling with people, crowded with shops and vendors, and curling smoke with aroma wafts from the food stalls. Compared with the county town, the pace of this small town is slower and the atmosphere of fireworks is stronger.

Leading the donkey, Xuanming shuttled through the crowd. He was not in a hurry to go to Xu's house. Instead, he strolled around the county town twice first, tasted the local delicacies, and appreciated the beautiful scenery hidden in the market. Only then did he bring the gifts he had bought and go to Xu's house.

There was a knock on the door and soon a servant opened it. When they heard Xuanming introduce his identity, they were so excited that they didn't know what to do. After they came to their senses, one of them warmly invited Xuanming into the house, while the other went to report to the head of the family, shouting as they walked.

"Great event, my uncle has arrived."

The loud voice spread in all directions. Everyone in the Xu family was excited when they heard it, from the head of the family to the maids, all were in high spirits. Xu Fusheng led the whole family, young and old, to greet him in a hurry, and finally met Xuanming in the front yard.

"The nephew and his family welcome the uncle."

Waving his sleeves to help his adopted nephew up, Xuanming's eyes fell straight on the white-haired woman holding a sandalwood cane.

He stepped forward excitedly and bowed his head:

"Sister!"

(End of this chapter)