once upon a time there was a temple

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and the old monk was telling stories to the young monk, what was he telling? There was once a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple "..." The people who sang it didn't know that the old monk and the young monk in this mountain and temple existed.

That mountain is far, far away, and that temple is on top of very high floating clouds. The name of the temple is Yunding.The old monk and the young monk practice there, there is no mortal dispute, no human fireworks, no Buddha seat, but they have practiced there for many years.

There is a Buddha in the heart, but there is no Buddha in front of the eyes, the rosary is alive, and the wooden fish is ringing.

"Zhimu, you should go down the mountain. You have nothing to do with the world of mortals. There are some things that you can't forget if you want to. The poor monk will let you go down the mountain today. After you get rid of your inner demons, the gate of the cloud top will always be for you." Open it. Amitabha!" The old monk's compassionate and tolerant voice sounded behind the young monk who was chanting sutras.

Muyu paused, but the young monk remained silent.

But the old monk knew that he had listened, and he suddenly seemed to see the young monk who came to Yunding on the day he was about ten years old, his eyes were broken, and the cold sharp blade exuded hatred to kill them all. puppet doll, no life.

Entrusted by an old friend, he took him in and gave him the dharma name Zhimu. Before he knew it, 15 years had passed, and the broken baby had grown into the calm appearance it is now.

Breeze and moon, bright eyes and star pupils.

"Zhimu is gone, master, take care of yourself!" In the early morning of the second day, the young monk knelt in front of the door of the old monk's room and kowtowed three times, then left the cloud top without looking back.

He knew that from now on, the peace and tranquility of the past would no longer exist.But some things cannot be avoided, otherwise there will be no long-term peace.

selflessness is piety

Passing by is a kind of fate

forced out

melted edge

keep out of the ring

Buddha

Zen room broken

The scriptures are broken

rosary broken

Red dust, when will it break?

generation after generation

Legend has it that the Buddha is happy

So generation after generation of monks

Looking forward to Zhengguo

pain and joy

Complete

Consummated

only half

peace of mind

Wooden fish can't sleep all night

The young monk is wearing a white monk robe, a string of blood-red and crystal-clear rosary beads, and his robes flutter like a Buddha.

From then on, Yun Dian only had old monks.What Zhi Mu didn't know at this time was that he would never go back to Yunding again, and the change happened overnight.

Although Ren Zhimu has mastered martial arts and transcended the world, but when he meets a shameless man, Zhimu has to admit that there really are such persistent people who are not afraid of death in the world.

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