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

"...In this way, we have the current prosperity of our spiritual world."

It's snowing in the middle of winter.

A flying boat passed through the sky like a white crane flying through the clouds, breaking up clusters of thick clouds and splashing fine snow.Sitting on the bow of the boat was an old man holding a fishing rod, dressed in cloth and a coir hat, talking kindly to the young man beside him, his expression dazed.

"This... is gone?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, filled with grief and indignation: "Then...those who gave up their own way and died for the immortal road, will there be no reincarnation and no chance to climb the immortal road?"

"good."

The old man replied, "Many of them climbed the immortal road for the only time in their lives, and that was to die. Some of them may regret it, but if they do it all over again, no one will retreat. The spirit world at that time had already It is the end of the crossbow, if there is no merit to repair the fairy road, it will be a wasteland at this time."

"They are all dead, but they are more desirable and admired than becoming immortals."

The grief and anger in his chest gradually disappeared, and the young man's face showed a bewildered look of half-understanding.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, who are the robbers who are fighting for the road to immortality today?"

"A lot."

The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man, "You know you care about this too, kid? Didn't you like to listen to the stories of the sword master and the Buddha master before? Where are the picture books and scrolls under your bed? Your father flipped through his hands, but found them There are two big baskets..."

The young man blushed and said awkwardly, "I'll just take a look..."

After murmuring for a while, he added another sentence: "The Lord Buddha is a monk, and he is so beautiful. Who doesn't want to see more."

"It's not just good looking."

The old man sighed: "Thousands of years have passed, there are countless geniuses who want to practice the way of killing demons like Lord Buddha, but none of them have achieved it in these thousands of years. It is not unprecedented, but I am afraid that a person like Lord Buddha is really There will be no one to come."

As he said that, the old man got angry again, and slapped the young man with his backhand: "Look at him! He is not only talented, but also willing to work hard! What about you? Holding a broken sword and a lotus seed all day long, sticky , ignorant! You must piss off your parents and me!"

The young man covered his head, dissatisfied: "The lotus seeds are treasures I picked up, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand... And I want to practice the Jiqing Sword Art, and I heard from the people in the shop that this sword is the Jiqing Sword, and it's genuine!"

He patted an ordinary iron sword behind him, a little proud: "Five hundred spirit stones are in hand... But it's a great deal!"

The old man was so angry that his head was on fire: "Is it true that you can get the Jiqing sword with five hundred spirit stones? They just fooled you, you little fool!"

Angrily pulling the hook, a fish with a strange shape that looked like jade was caught out from among the clouds.

The old man threw the fish to the young man, and the young man took it with a smile, started a small stove and started cooking fish soup.

The fragrant fish soup drives away the coldness of falling snow.

The boy picked up a volume of storybooks through the firelight and flipped through them casually.

This kind of double cultivation story between the sword master and the Buddha master has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is also enduring.

No matter what the plot of the story about these two people is, whether it is true or not, at the end of the storybook, the ending of Cheng Siqi, the sword master in reality, will be supplemented-cultivating to the Mahayana and dying from the lotus pond.

According to the rumors, Lord Buddha died in martyrdom, which also completely fulfilled the sword master's extremely passionate swordsmanship.The sword master has been Mahayana for a hundred years, but because the pond is full of dry lotus and no lotus grows, he slacks off his cultivation and nourishes the lotus until he dies from exhaustion.

The fairy couple, but the ending is sad.

Some people say that the sword master saw the reincarnation of the lotus seed of the Buddha master before his death, but the time was too far away, fearing that he would not be able to ascend, so he renounced his reincarnation in order to seek the next life.Some people also said that the Buddha's saying of lotus birth was just to comfort the sword master, but the sword master finally saw through it and died in despair.

There are also people who say that thousands of years ago, someone saw a pair of blue and white shadows walking on the fairy road, and the couple of gods finally became gods.

These claims have been around for many years.

The young man couldn't tell the truth from the fake, but when he opened the story book and saw the last page, what flashed through his heart was not sadness and regret, but anticipation and joy.

Although he didn't understand what he was looking forward to and what he was delighted with.

"Grandpa, don't we really want to go to Zhengxian Road?"

Holding the fish soup, the boy sat on the prow of the boat, looking bored at the same flowing clouds around him.

"go."

The old man took a big gulp of fish soup, his mustache twitched slightly, and he glanced at the young man, "But the invitation to Zhengxian Road has just been sent out, and it will take a few years to fight, why are you in such a hurry? Thinking of finding an excuse to run away, Xuanjianzong's mission has been sent to our sect, you have to go if you don't!"

Saying that, the old man was a little helpless.

"Hey, brat, this task is not for you to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, but to go to the mortal world to save someone. Why is it so strenuous?"

The boy sighed: "I want to practice sword."

"Ah."

A coddled person who can't even finish his journey to Xuanjianzong, still clamoring to practice sword?When the elder of Xuanjianzong brought down the young man who was as tired as a dead dog in front of the mountain gate, his old face couldn't bear it anymore!I don't know where this kid's confidence comes from!

The old man rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and sat on the other side with the fish soup.

The flying boat travels thousands of miles a day.

Soon it stopped on a barren hill.

The old man kicked the drowsy boy off the flying boat, and threw down a jade slip: "Look carefully at the task content, don't save the wrong person! Hurry up, grandpa will go back to the sect first, waiting for you!" Good news, grandson!"

The joking old voice dissipated into the clouds.

Throwing out the long sword behind his back, the young man wobbled his sword and flew down, glared at Yunshang, and caught the jade slip unwillingly.

"In Guangming Temple, look for a handsome young man with a surname, allow him to become a monk, and prevent him from shaving..."

The young man looked at the contents of the jade slip with a puzzled expression on his face.

Although this task had been sent out long ago, he didn't want it in his heart, so he didn't read it. He only heard that he was going to the mortal world to save a mortal with spiritual roots.It sounds like extremely troublesome, thankless effort.But looking at the jade slip now, it seems that this is not the case.

A little bit of interest arose in his heart, he looked at the direction pointed by the jade slip, and Yu Jian flew out.

Today's mortal world has long been part of the cultivation world, and many cities are mixed with mortals and monks, so the young man flew by with his sword all the way, without causing any panic.Ordinary people are also used to all kinds of magical mounts, flying swords and treasures, and they don't bother to take a second look.

After all, it is a young man's heart, and he said he was unwilling, but once he arrived in the mortal world, he was still dizzy and interested in all kinds of new things that had never been seen in the sect, and felt that this mission was worthwhile.

Guangming Temple is outside Yanbei City.

The weather in Yanbei is cold, and the folk customs are simple and tough.

Xu Shi is approaching New Year's Eve, strings of fiery red lanterns are like wandering dragons, walking through the streets and alleys, illuminating the whole city with brilliant lights and bustle, even the stars on the dome are dim in comparison, which is incomparable.

The wonton buns are hot and fragrant, and the bright red candied haws entice the little dolls on the side of the road.

The boy walked from the street to the end of the street, stuffed a storage bag full of food, and then walked up the snow-falling mountain unhurriedly.

Halfway up the mountain, before arriving at Guangming Temple, I saw a young figure in a monk's robe climbing up the stairs from a distance.

He couldn't see his face, but with just one glance, that elegant and elegant demeanor was suddenly engraved into the eyes of the young man with a sword.

The candied haws the boy was biting into fell to the ground with a clatter.

The red rope hanging around the neck snapped at the sound, and an old lotus seed suddenly fell to the ground and smashed into the mud. In this wilderness and mountains, in the night of the mountains, it suddenly took root and sprouted, slowly blooming an illusory flower. golden lotus.

But the boy with the sword seemed to have never been seen.

He stared blankly at the figure in front of him, until the figure turned his head back, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a clear black light.He looked at the boy in monk clothes, opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse.

"Is the lotus... blooming?"

The wind brings the cool fragrance of Buddha.

The young man in monk clothes turned around slowly and walked down, leaning over to pick off the golden lotus, a gentle smile as clear as water dripped from the corners of his eyes and brows: "It's open."

"I'm late."

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