If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Cheng Siqi's walking stick is not very durable.

In the past few years, Wuyan had cut many roots for him, and they were all worn out and broken by him for one reason or another.

The walking stick that Insatiable made was naturally strong, but it couldn't stand Cheng Siqi, a little old man who was too rough. He was still fishing in the east of the city in the morning, and had to go to the west of the city to play chess at noon.

I spent the whole afternoon walking the streets and alleys, searching for delicious snacks all over the city, and then at night, I put them all in front of Wuyan.

The euphemistic name is, eat while you still have a mouthful of teeth.

Insatiable also indulged him.

Maybe it's the root of the disease that fell from practicing swords in the past, but it's happening when the common people respond.Cheng Siqi's arms, legs and feet are not flexible, and it hurts badly in cloudy and rainy days.If you don't move around frequently, you may be paralyzed on the bed in a few years.

"Eat sweets again."

Smelling the sweet aroma of crispy cheese from the tip of his nose, he shook Cheng Siqi's wrist without hesitation, just in time to hold down the hand that he secretly reached out to the paper bag again.

The wrist bones under the palms are not as thin and strong as they were many years ago, they are strong and beautiful.Instead, there was a sense of dryness and thinness.Touching the past, the skin is no longer firm and delicate, with some rough lines, dry and old.

But Wuyan didn't seem to feel it at all, he grabbed that hand naturally, put it to his lips and kissed it.

The owner of the hand was immediately discouraged.

"I know it's not good to eat too much sweet, so don't eat it..."

Cheng Siqi leaned closer, stretched out his hand to pluck the gray beard hanging from Wuyan's chin, "Don't be angry, old man Jun, just give me a smile."

As he spoke, he shook his beard.

I don't mind letting him grab and pull people over.

Both of them have passed the age of knowing the destiny, and in the life span of ordinary people, they are real old men.

Cheng Siqi's gray hair no longer needs to be counted to tell him, half of his head is already gray.Insatiable perhaps because of his love of laughing, fine lines of laughter appeared under his eyes and on the corners of his lips, which weakened the hostility in his early years and made him gentle and amiable.

When you get old, life doesn't really change.

The only thing that makes both of them a little regretful is that they can't do some bedtime things at night.He is old after all, Cheng Siqi is worried about Wuyan's waist, and Wuyan is afraid that Cheng Siqi will hurt his body too much.

There was a time before, Cheng Siqi racked his brains to make tonic for Wuyan, and drank it until Wuyan got up in the middle of the night to recite the mantra of clearing the mind.Wuyan also made some medicinal jade for Cheng Siqi himself, and took care of him at night.Insatiable to see, when applying the medicine, he had to touch it inch by inch, Cheng Siqi sighed while enjoying the gentle and meticulous care.

"They were all ignorant when they were young, and they were all loose..."

"No more nonsense."

Hearing the nonsense words, Wuyan insisted on slapping Cheng Siqi's buttocks with a crisp sound.

Later, Old Man Cheng really became an old man, so he stopped being agitated. The two of them turned off the lights, and nestled together like two hamsters, talking softly, chatting with each other.

A beriberi patient came from daytime, and when he said he forgot to feed the chickens and water the flowers, they complained to each other, and then hugged each other and coaxed them in a low voice.

I don't know who was silent first.

One took the other, and soon the silent night sank.

The death of old doctor Zhang seems to have started something.

In the next few years, one after another on this street, from the aunt in the bun shop, to the old scholar in the alley, to Uncle Wang in the carpenter's shop, all died of illness one after another.

Every year in the severe winter, there seems to be mourning and music, and white cloth hangs over the door.

Ordinary people's bodies are weak, and the spring is warm, the summer is hot, and the autumn is cool, so it's better.

But winter is the hardest.All kinds of diseases and diseases erupted under the pressure of heavy snow.

Uncle Wang has been ill for two years. He thought he could survive this cold winter, but he didn't expect that he was still in charge of the spring wind and snow, so he let go.

On the day of the funeral, Seventh Girl fainted from crying and almost died.With the help of Wuyan and Cheng Siqi, they sent Uncle Wang's bones to the cemetery.

Thinking about it carefully, they have actually sent away many people over the years.

Two days after the funeral, Xie Zhou came back.

After returning home for many years, Xie Zhou is no longer the little idiot who was obsessed with sword practice in the past, but a foundation-building monk who was ordered to guard one side.

The entire Yanbei City, whether they knew Xie Zhou or not, all came to visit him one after another, cheering happily.In an obscure mortal town, a foundation-builder cultivator appeared. In the eyes of everyone, that was a great event.

Uncle Wang's funeral also belatedly turned into a grand funeral.

All the sects around Yanbei sent people to mourn, and the City Lord's Mansion prepared rich paper gifts as a token of their condolences.In the past, a small carpentry shop that was completely neglected was almost broken down by various high-ranking figures within a day.

Seventh girl's family was surprised and delighted.

Originally, her father passed away, and the devastated Seventh Girl took the panacea brought by Xie Zhou, and she seemed to be many years younger and healthy again.

The hustle and bustle of the carriages and horses lasted for a while before it calmed down.

When Xie Zhou first returned to Yanbei, he swiftly wiped out a small stronghold in Jiejie, and beheaded two people who had established the foundation of Jieshu. It can be said that the new official took office three fires and established his reputation.

After all these things were handled properly and everyone looked away from him, he took the carefully refined longevity pill and knocked on the door of the small medical clinic opposite.

After so many years, the gate of the small medical clinic is no longer as fresh as it used to be.

The paint on the doors and windows was peeling off, and the copper-clad corners were rusted.

As soon as I entered the door, many small weeds grew in the middle of the path paved with stones, and an old man with a fairly tall figure was bending over to pull the weeds.

Halfway through, when he saw Xie Zhou coming in, he was about to straighten his waist, but suddenly his face wrinkled, and he said, "Wu Yan Wu Gan! I can't straighten my waist anymore! Help me!"

Xie Zhou was about to go up to help.

But Wu Yan, who was watering the flowers next to him, couldn't see him, was faster than him. He turned around, took two quick steps, then grabbed Cheng Siqi's waist, brought him into his arms, and found a place familiar with the way, which was heavy and heavy. After rubbing it a few times, he coaxed: "Lean on me, breathe in slowly, it doesn't hurt..."

Xie Zhou gasped when he saw it, and the root of his tooth hurt.

After the backache subsided, Cheng Siqi leaned on the recliner and received Xie Zhou's three kowtows before turning his head to look at the porcelain bottle Xie Zhou handed over: "Zengshou Dan?"

"Correct."

Xie Zhou nodded, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, and said bitterly: "I came back late this time in order to find the ingredients for the elixir. The purpose of refining this elixir is to keep the family's longevity, but I don't want to, so I can't see it. To Grandpa's last side."

He put the porcelain bottle on the table, "Master, master, I know that you are not ordinary people, and you may have some unspeakable difficulties. But I still hope that you can accept the elixir, just treat it as...just be more dog eggs for a while."

Xie Zhou, who was a fledgling at the beginning of the year, was chased and killed by Canglan City, and it is really unknown why.

He knew that his master had tricked him, but he didn't believe that Cheng Siqi wanted to kill him.But what is the reason behind it, he has been unable to figure out.

It wasn't until later that he aroused his spiritual roots in a desperate situation, drew his breath into his body, thoroughly understood what he had learned in the past ten years, and embarked on the road of sword cultivation step by step, did he realize that his teacher was not an ordinary person.

Ten years of seemingly simple basic sword moves, but they are not limited to form, and can be derived into countless sword styles.

Not to mention, the sword qi and sword intent that Cheng Siqi taught him when he was ignorant opened up an unusual way of swordsmanship for him.

He didn't know why his master hid his name in a small town of mortals, but as an apprentice, he didn't need to ask much, only loyalty and filial piety.

"forget it."

Cheng Siqi looked at the Zengshou Pill for a while, shook his head and smiled, and refused.

Xie Zhou was startled: "Master..."

"Don't talk nonsense to persuade me."

Cheng Siqi stopped Xie Zhou, and then sighed helplessly, "Being a teacher is not what you think, begging for death, or being disheartened. There are so many fun and delicious things in this world, and I don't want to be a teacher." I can't bear it. Not to mention, there is your master."

"When I was with your master, we quarreled and complained, but there was never enough and nothing to get tired of. We wanted to stay together for many more years, and for a few more lifetimes, to be together forever."

Cheng Siqi's somewhat turbid eyeballs had a hint of longing, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the smile of realization: "But birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of the world. No one can keep anyone. I'm not afraid of your kid's jokes. I just found out that I'm old. When I fell asleep, I was so panicked that I couldn't sleep all night."

"Your master got up to knock on the wooden fish for me, and recited Buddhist scriptures, which made me sleepy, so he lay down and went back to sleep. Later, on the day old Zhang went, he told me that the two of us are growing old together. Lying down together and closing your eyes to die is actually a happy thing, there is no need to be afraid."

"Because growing old together is the luckiest thing this mortal world can bestow on mortals."

Wuyan smiled helplessly, and raised his hand to hold Cheng Siqi's hand.

After many years of rough work, the insatiable palms are already tired with thick calluses and slightly chapped marks.Because of his physical weakness, even in the warm spring, his palms were cold.

But Cheng Siqi seemed to be used to this kind of touch and temperature, and he held it back with his backhand, warming his hands for Wuyan.

Xie Zhou stared at the clasped hands for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes: "I understand."

"Ah."

Cheng Siqi responded lazily, and tapped Xie Zhou's leg with his crutch very smoothly, "Since we're back and everything has been settled, we can continue to practice swords tomorrow morning. I've known for so many years that I'll have sex with that kitten." Just calling back and forth, no progress at all."

Xie Zhou, a handsome, tall, and extraordinary inspector monk of the generation, was honestly hit with a walking stick, and he responded respectfully.

At the same time, I couldn't help but guess.

Even the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators are just three or two kittens. Could it be that his master and master were once Jindan Nascent Soul great cultivators?

But after thinking about the way Cheng Siqi was out of tune on weekdays, Xie Zhou sighed helplessly again, and suppressed his thoughts.

The days seem to be a reincarnation of ten or twenty years.

The narrow street where the medical center is located has returned to its former appearance.

The steamed stuffed bun seller's son took over her stall, and the twilight of the morning light and the misty white mist from the steamer filled the whole street.The small wooden window of the medical hall was erected unshakably, Cheng Siqi leaned over the window and handed over the copper plate, calling for some plain steamed stuffed buns.

Tired of not letting him eat too much meat, he had no choice but to buy vegetarian buns with a sigh.

Sometimes I want to secretly buy meat to try something new, but I will be sued by the stinky boy who sells buns. Uncle Cheng eats meat buns one by one.

But Wuyan would open his eyes and close his eyes occasionally, indulge him, and scold him with a smile, while wiping the grease spots from his mouth.

After breakfast, Cheng Siqi watched Xie Zhou practice his sword.

And Wuyan, either stay in the clinic to see a doctor, or go up the mountain to Guangming Temple to discuss scriptures with the abbot.

The abbot is also very old, in his eighties, he can be regarded as one of the few long-lived old people in Yanbei.The old monk knows how to do body exercises and has always been very strong, but after suffering from several illnesses in recent years, he has gradually become fatigued and lost his energy.

The most difficult thing for the abbot to let go of is the Guangming Temple that he has single-handedly managed.

In another discussion on the scriptures after recovering from a serious illness, the abbot finally couldn't help but said to Wuyan: "All these years, you are already a member of my Guangming Temple in the temple. These disciples under my seat , mediocre, no one is talented."

"I'm afraid they won't be able to support this Guangming Temple."

The old abbot sighed bitterly, with an old look on his face: "That's why I thought, pass this Guangming Temple to you. You have Buddha nature and intelligence, and you must be able to take Guangming Temple to a higher level."

Insatiable silence for a moment.

Then he shook his head in the expectant eyes of the old abbot, and said with a smile: "Abbot, do you know what a Buddha is?"

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, not understanding the meaning of Insatiable.

The word Buddha can be said to be big or small.

And in the abbot's heart, the first reaction when he heard the question of Wuyan was to go to see the brilliant and bright golden Buddha in the Buddha Hall.With kind eyebrows and kind eyes, overlooking all living beings, this is the Buddha of all people.

But he knew that Wuyan was not referring to this.

Wuyan paused for a moment, with a faint sense of loss in his voice, and said: "I don't know. So I have been practicing all my life, and I have been praying for Buddha. Everyone in the world is drunk and I am alone, not the Buddha I begged for. Mercy saves the world. It is not the Buddha I am seeking to pass through others but not myself. It is not true that wine and meat pass through the intestines and stay in the Buddha's heart."

His fingers stroked the scriptures laid out on the table.

"From one place, seek another place, from one identity, seek another identity, from one world, seek another world. I always believe that I will seek. But one day, what I long for Road, I cut it off with my own hands."

The abbot's heart skipped a beat when he heard this sentence.

It seems that all kinds of difficulties and dangers have passed, and the moment when the Buddha's presence is about to be seen, the endless night is ushered in.

He was inexplicably horrified in his heart, but Wuyan suddenly chuckled: "But I don't regret it. Because I thought, maybe what the Buddha himself begged for was no regrets."

After returning home from discussing scriptures that day, Wuyan set up a brazier and burned all the Buddhist scriptures he had treasured in the past one by one. Cheng Siqi was so frightened that he took his hand to check his pulse, lest he would be confused.

Insatiable but very calm, while pulling Cheng Siqi into his arms, he said: "Otherwise I'll return to vulgarity..."

Cheng Siqi was stunned for a moment, with a troubled expression on his face: "But the little monk is much more interesting than the young master when he flirts..."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Man Cheng was given a solid spanking.This made Cheng Siqi feel for a while that at such an advanced age, his whole body is dry and old, but his buttocks are still so round and round, it must be because he never tires of beating him too much.

After burning the scriptures, Wuyan seemed to let go of many things in his heart, and his whole person changed.

He and Cheng Siqi made some plans, and regardless of the obstruction of Xie Zhou and a group of neighbors and friends, he wandered out of Yanbei City with a walking stick and a burden on his back.

When it comes to traveling around, both Wuyan and Cheng Siqi really did it when they were young.Not to mention the journey to the world of robbery, it is this huge spiritual world. The two of them have experienced a lot of experience when they are young, and they have traveled almost the same way, from the extreme northern ice field in the north to the sea of ​​fire desert in the south.

One hundred thousand mountains have killed demons, and the abyss of hell have killed demons.

At the Lingxiao meeting in Kunlun Xianshan, Tianjiao was defeated, and hundreds of schools were refuted on the platform of the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

To be honest, there is nothing in this spiritual world that can arouse their interest and is worth visiting.

But maybe if you really become a mortal, what you see will be different.Wuyan and Cheng Siqi's travels after leaving Yanbei City were not only not boring, but very interesting.

Cities came down one by one.

The two old men helped people diagnose diseases while walking along the road.

Occasionally, he would sleep in the wild in the wilderness, surrounded by wild wolves on a tree, holding a torch and telling jokes to each other leisurely.

Occasionally, I will borrow a farmer's house to help plant rice and harvest crops, and quarrel with other old men in the village because of a bad move, blowing their beards and staring.

I have seen the secrets in the backyard of the rich and powerful, and the bones of the fugitives have been buried.

In the heavy snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter, I also sat shoulder to shoulder on the side of the road eating pancakes, watching the bustling market and the fireworks in full bloom.

Fishing side by side in the warm spring season, and listening to the soft sound of rain falling into the river on a black-covered boat in the summer night when the lotus leaves are in the fields.

I am old and old, but I have learned all kinds of tastes in the world, and I have seen the various forms of the world.

When I went around and returned to Yanbei, it happened to be the time when the yellow leaves fell in autumn.

Martial law has begun in the mortal joint cultivation world, and strange catastrophes have occurred in various places. Xie Zhou was really worried, so he personally fished the two old men back, and Ansheng lived at home for the elderly.

"It's not good to be old."

Wu Yan leaned on the chair and sighed, and slapped Cheng Siqi's hand away to take the porcelain bowl, "The plum soup is cold, it hurts my teeth from the ice."

"Be good, and make porridge for you at night."

"Well."

Cheng Siqi responded, glanced at the old monk beside him with his eyes closed, and thought vaguely in his heart, warmed by the afternoon sun, that the reason for his so many small actions and his stubborn temper was to listen to this "be good" Two words.

Listening to it, it really seems like a lifetime.