【Cang Qiao】Bodhi

When everything is settled, it is already sunset.

Morning bells and evening drums are free from external disturbances, and when dusk arrives, the sound of drums rings frequently.At the beginning of the blue light, the candle is lit, and gradually the light begins to light up, and the candle in the window is dim.

In the twilight, under the dark night, the sound of the drum is steady and long, which in vain adds a solemn and solemn atmosphere to the small temple in the mountain, and in the solemn and solemn of this unique place outside the world, there are some worldly talents. The lights of several houses are like beans, and they also bring some smoke and fire, and also bring out a little warmth.

Qiao Tathagata came out of the guest room, her expression was much calmer than before, not as anxious as that - Jian Wuji's life is no longer in danger, and he just needs to rest in the temple for a period of time.Xueshan Yinyan followed Qiao Tathagata, and sent him out of the room, saying that it would not be a bother for Qiao Tathagata to bother arranging the accommodation, as long as she lived in the next room by herself, it would be nice to Gu Jian Wuji, and it would be better not to bother the monks in the temple to keep watch at night.Qiao Rulai saw that he was determined, so she didn't dissuade him, she just responded and asked Yinyan to go back to her room, and then returned to the small courtyard where she lived.

— Fortunately, nothing happened.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard gate, Qiao Rulai heard the familiar heartbeat.Cang Yue Guming jumped down from the roof, walked in front of Qiao Tathagata, took the initiative to send a pair of soft wolf ears to his palm, and rubbed the soft and cool palm affectionately.

Qiao Rulai's expression was relieved by the coquettish and gentle behavior of the wolf beast.He squatted down halfway, kneading the softness coming from his palm a few times, then raised his hands, wrapped his arms around the big wolf's fluffy and soft neck, buried half of his face on the fur on his back, and said softly: "Cang Wolf, girl Phoenix Butterfly and Jian Wuji, why did they come to such a point? And... what is the vision of the daytime...?"

As he spoke, he gently rubbed the fur on the wolf's back with his cheek. The wolf's fur was slightly stiff, and when it brushed against the skin, it would cause a slight itching, but the itching was not abrupt, but rather pleasant. Among them, what the tip of the nose smells is the light morning dew and green grass scent on Cang Yue Gu Ming's body, and at the same time, he feels at ease, but also feels satisfied.

——Phoenix Die is a person from Huanzhu Tower, and she is also the adoptive daughter of the landlord. Her status is naturally different from other killers, and she can be allowed to perform missions in person. This move is probably done by the landlord.

Cang Yue's lonely voice was transmitted to Qiao Tathagata's ears with the demon power, calm and mellow, with a wonderful power that makes people feel at ease.

——She and Jian Wuji were at odds with each other, but they had mutual admiration, so the owner of Huanzhu Tower naturally couldn't see it.The real purpose of this mission is probably to let Feng Die break the relationship between them with her own hands.

"Did you break it with your own hands?..." Qiao Rulai paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered what Feng Die said, her heart shivered for a moment, she continued, with a slow voice, "This is too cruel."

——This is her choice, and others can't say anything.

Cang Yue Guming turned around and put his tail on Qiao Rulai's shoulder.He didn't respond, as if he was thinking of something he didn't want to say.And the fluffy wolf tail swayed like nothing, patting Qiao Rulai's shoulder lightly one after another, but he didn't realize it.

The slap on the shoulder was soft and weak, and Qiao Rulai raised his head from the wolf's back, and Cang Yue Guming's thoughtful look caught his eyes.He smiled slightly, let go of his arms, stood up, brushed off the dust on his cassock, and said gently:

"There are quite a lot of books in the Sutra Pavilion. It's as beautiful as going to the Sutra Pavilion to check if there are any clues of Bodhisattva."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Tathagata gathered her robe and went to the scripture storage pavilion in the back mountain.

He walked so fast that by the time Cang Yue Guming realized it, Qiao Rulai had already walked a long way.His eyes moved slightly, his heart was filled with apprehension, and his uneasiness merged with panic, which seemed to be a harbinger of the imminent rain.

bodhi seed...

The string of bodhi seeds was brought out by him personally.

He personally brought the string of Bodhi seeds to Qiao Tathagata.

That string of bodhi seeds is...

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"...is your original body in the previous life."

The old monk was sitting on the futon, with beads in his hands, he didn't open his eyes, but Qiao Rulai had the illusion that he was being watched closely by the other party.

He just entered the Sutra Pavilion, lit a lamp and held a candle to look up some scriptures and documents, but he didn't want to go around a sutra shelf and saw the old monk who had been stationed in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time while twisting and holding beads, saying something like this In a word.

"Pretty Tathagata... the original body in the previous life?"

Qiao Tathagata murmured and repeated, the candlelight reflected in her eyes, a small one, melted into the warm golden eyes, forming a state of bewilderment and bewilderment.

"Yes." The old monk nodded, finally stopped his hands, opened a pair of eyes full of vicissitudes, and looked at Qiao Tathagata steadfastly, "I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

"—Bodhisattva."

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There is Bodhi outside of Huawai, and there are beads on Bodhi.Twelve rounds of pearls turn, and one thousand years of karma will become a Buddha.

The legend about the Bodhisattva before the Buddha has been circulated in the Buddhist world for a long time. The monks only know that the Buddha has a string of twelve bodhisattvas, but few people have seen the appearance of the string of rosary beads.

The bodhi seed is a very spiritual thing, and it has been sitting under the bodhi tree for a long time, imbibing the spirit of the Buddha, taking the essence of the sun and the moon, and cultivating the human form after 300 years.

Gold pupils, red eyelashes and silver Buddha seal, white clothes, frost hair and snowy cassock—the human figure of Bodhizi is a pure and refined man who is quiet and elegant.

The Buddha pointed it out as a spirit, and allowed him to continue practicing under the Bodhi tree. He also said: It has been 300 years to cultivate the human form, and another 700 years to practice the holy law. The golden body, ascending to the great treasure of bliss, and fulfilling the great wish of crossing the world.

That bodhizi is also very enlightened, and he has devoted himself to practicing for 690 years, but in the last year, he fell short.

The Buddha's kalpa came crashing down, and Bodhi failed to cross the kalpa. The Buddha's seal between his eyebrows turned from silver to red, and it was printed on his pale face, as if a little cinnabar had congealed blood, beautiful and coquettish.On that day, blood filled the Bodhi of Sitting Transformation, and that year, the flowers that bloomed from the Bodhi tree were also the same color as blood.

When the Bodhisattva was dying and his soul was separated, he made a great wish, saying only: After living through the world for thousands of years, I don’t know what love is in the world. I hope that in the next life, I will become a mortal person, touch the pain in the world, experience the love in the world, and taste the two or six karmas, and find merits and virtues. Consummation.

The original body of Bodhizi, after his failure to cross the catastrophe, has never been heard from, and his whereabouts are unknown.

All the monks petitioned to find the bodhi son, the spiritual object, but the Buddha said: Dependent origin and extinction are all due to this.Twenty-six karmic conditions, twelve karmic origins, fate is destined, when the Bodhi son is reincarnated, the original body number beads will always be by his side, this is cause and effect.

The relics of the Buddha have gone through thousands of years. Once they are wiped out, they must be difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Only by chance can there be a glimmer of life.

Perhaps God has the virtue of good life. After more than a thousand years, Bodhizi reshaped his soul, drank Mengpo, crossed the trestle bridge, entered reincarnation, and reincarnated as a human being.

After the reincarnation of Bodhisattva, his name has not been changed, his appearance is still there, but he does not remember the past, he only needs to appreciate the twelve dependent origins, and then realize all kinds of merits and virtues.

"That's why the master said that Qiao Tathagata is the reincarnation of the bodhisattva, and this string of... rosary beads are the twelve bodhisattvas held by the Buddha when he passed away?" Looking at the light brown bodhi seeds lying in the palm, "but what if this bunch of bodhi seeds just happens to be in my hand?"

"Everything in the world has a cause and effect. If there is no cause, there will be no effect. What's more..." The old monk dialed another wooden bead. The sound was as steady and heavy as an old pine, and each sound was knocked into Qiao Tathagata's bead. In my heart, "Since you have been with him for 24 years, it is no coincidence."

"How does the master know that this thing has been with me for 24 years?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it."

"If you follow what the master said..." Qiao Tathagata put the string of Buddhist beads into her palm, and the rope at the place where the two Bodhisattvas were vacant was strangling his hand, and he opened his mouth with an unnaturally tense voice, "Bodhisattva If I made a wish of 'tasting two or six karma' before I passed away, as long as this string of beads is the carrier of the great wish, anyone can help it to be fulfilled, so how can I be sure that I am the Bodhi child?"

"If it wasn't for a sense, why did this bead show a vision in your hand? All living beings are suffering, but it is not a day's fatigue, the world of mortals is entangled in love, and it is not only those two who are separated because of love. Qiao Tathagata——"

The old monk's voice was long and drawn out, and the corners of his dry and wrinkled eyes showed an expression of almost pity. Every word, like a wooden fish's Zen words, knocked on Qiao Tathagata's heart:

"Don't run away, this is your cause, your effect, your fate, and your calamity."

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Today is the thirtieth day, with no moon, Cang Yue Guming is lying on the roof of the meditation room, his long silver-gray tail sweeps back and forth on the tiles, bringing up a little smoke and dust.The sky full of stars came into his eyes, but he couldn't light up the light and warmth in his heart. He looked in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, and watched the lights on the branch window in the attic flickering on and off. He couldn't tell. Anxiety and anxiety.

After thinking about it for a few times, Cang Yue Guming still decided to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look, and his thoughts grew more and more, which made him unable to wait peacefully in place.

Just as he got up, he heard footsteps again.

"Wolf demon." The old monk, wearing cassock, stepped into the gate of the courtyard, with long eyebrows and long beard, looking dignified and dignified - he was the abbot.

The host walked to the courtyard, raised his head, looked at the proud and independent Cang Yue Guming on the roof against the faint starlight, and said, "Don't disturb."

"Why?" Cang Yue Gu Ming turned around to face the old monk, and walked a few steps forward, with one paw resting on the ridge of the eaves, and a pair of eyes glowing like the deep sea in the dark night.His expression was haughty, his brows and eyes frequently moved with the demeanor of a superior, and he opened his mouth with a tone of arrogance: "Give the lonely king a reason."

"Wolf King—Cangyue Guming." The host met the lone wolf's eyes, and there was no timid look in his eyes, "Everything has its own cause and effect, and that is something Bodhisattva should face calmly, and you should not interfere. "

The moment Cang Yue Guming heard the word "Bodhizi", his pupils suddenly shrank into a line, and with his feet hard, several cracks suddenly exploded on the spine.He jumped up and landed on the ground, urging the demonic energy to overflow, making people terrified.And there was killing intent in those eyes, staring at the host in front of him, as if he wanted to stare at him like a human flesh sieve: "Who are you?!"

The old monk didn't answer, just smiled, and there was a bit of majesty in his eyebrows.He raised his palm upwards, the brilliance in the crook of his arm shimmered slightly, and in the twilight he could faintly see a long-handled Ruyi with Buddha's light lingering on it, with three thousand auras.

When Cang Yue Guming saw the wishful handle, he remained silent, restrained his murderous aura, looked at the host who still looked compassionate and steady in front of him, and moved his ears: "You are..."

"Wolf demon, you are the catastrophe of the Bodhi child, and also the fate of the Bodhi child." The host took away the light in his palm, put his hands together, and continued, "You are the cause and the effect. There must be a difficulty in the reincarnation of the Bodhi child. If it passes, then cause and effect are connected, and the birth and death of love has its own definite number."

"Ha." Cang Yue Guming laughed, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the monk in front of him:

"The lonely king has guarded him for thousands of years. This cause and effect, this calamity, and this love are all in the hands of the lonely king. It has nothing to do with you, nor does it have anything to do with the way of heaven."

"You give him spiritual consciousness, but you don't allow him to be emotional; you give him universal salvation, but you don't allow him to leave that narrow side to sit on Bodhi."

"If the way of heaven is destined to make him suffer catastrophe, then the lonely king will change this day and make his life go smoothly."

"If you still let him practice the holy law and let him become the ruthless and desireless spiritual Buddha, then the lonely king doesn't mind killing the Three Realms, killing the Buddha against the gods, in exchange for his joy, anger, sorrow, joy, love, and happiness." Hate, anger, and ignorance."

"Don't stop the lonely king."

"--Samantabhadra."

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Qiao Tathagata tightly held the remaining ten bodhi seeds in her hand, sitting on the futon of the Sutra Pavilion, thinking back to the conversation he had just had with the old monk of the Sutra Pavilion:

——"Twelve rosary beads correspond to the 'twelve dependent origins'. Most things in the world are born and departed due to conditions. You made a big wish in your previous life. The number of twelve corresponds to the six kinds of human beings. Dust is suffering."

——"Dare to ask the master, what are the six types?"

——"There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-lasting resentment, not being able to ask, and being unable to let go. Choose six out of eight, and you can appreciate love in the world. One person's seeking for fate is not fate, and two people's seeking for fate is the only way These six kinds of causality are relative to each other, and they are twelve dependent origins."

——"So the vision that happened during the day, but encountered one of the eight sufferings?"

——"Love can't be together, love is not broken because of parting. Two loves, two places of sorrow. The cause and effect between the sword Wuji benefactor and the swallow butterfly benefactor is called 'love parting'."

——"Bodhi son, this vow has been made, and this side of the world can no longer hold you. Go down the mountain and go to other places to find the other five kinds of world relationships. At that time, karma will reincarnate and you will realize the Dao."

--"Amitabha."

His head was buzzing, past life, bodhi seed, twelve dependent origins, karmic reincarnation, these intricate things mixed together, smashing his thoughts into chaos.

For a moment, Qiao Rulai didn't know who she was and what she should do.He suddenly felt that in the vast world, there was no place to settle down, no place to rely on.In the past and present lives mentioned in the scriptures and classics, he once thought that he was far away from him, but he never thought that a sudden change would happen to him.

He has a lot of superfluous words in his heart, but he doesn't know who to confide in.Even if someone can sue, but the dialogue in the scripture cabinet is too absurd, I am afraid that no one will believe it, no one will believe it, no one will believe it.

Thoughts were messed up, leaving a blank scene in vain.

Qiao Tathagata no longer knew in what state she bid farewell to the old monk and left here.He pushed open the heavy and thick door of the Sutra Pavilion, and the wooden door gradually moved away. He only saw the vast night sky and the stars shining brightly. The only thing he could hear was the sound of breathing in the vastness of the world. belong to myself.

He took a deep breath, recited Amitabha Buddha silently in his heart, and temporarily put aside the complicated emotions in his head with the Sanskrit voice, carefully gathered his monk's robe and went down the stone steps, raised his eyes, but saw a familiar figure at the door.

——It’s the gray wolf.

This realization warmed his heart instantly.Qiao Tathagata quickened her pace and ran towards Cang Yue Guming's direction in small steps. The snow-colored cassock swayed slightly behind her, supporting a halo of stars and flowing through the night, like a river of bright stars.

He ran to Cang Yue Gu Ming's side, stretched out his arms, wrapped his neck around the other's neck, and buried his head in his silver-white neck hair. The thick wolf fur was soft and warm, filling up his empty heart. Under the peace of mind, some panic and luck gradually spread.Cang Yue Gu Ming felt that Qiao Tathagata's fingertips were icy and cold, and his whole body was trembling. He didn't know how to speak for a moment, so he could only let him lean on him, rubbing the hair on the side of his cheeks against the young man's slightly messy long hair to show appease.

There is no need to express it in words, this body exists in the world, and it is always by your side.

"Canglang..." Qiao Rulai didn't look up, but buried her face deeper, and said softly, "I... have a lot... want to tell you."

"Okay." The wolf lowered its ears slightly, its long tail swaying slightly behind it, and its blue eyes were full of light, soft as if it was a warm spring that warmed its heart in a spring day.His words are gentle, and his deep voice is full of tolerance and love. Every word and every word soothes Qiao Tathagata's restless heart:

"I will listen to everything you say, I will listen to it, and I want to hear it. So... tell me everything."

Qiao Tathagata didn't answer, but hugged Cang Yue Guming tighter, and nodded almost invisible.

Yes, beside him, there is Cang Yue Guming.

That's enough.

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Qiao Tathagata and Cang Yue Guming left the temple two days later, at dawn.

He entrusted Yinyan and Jian Wuji in the snow mountain to the host of the temple. The host nodded and said that he would help take care of the two of them. The silence of the empty door.

Dressed in white clothes, a gray wolf, walking together.

Two figures, one gray and one white, walked down the green hill slowly along the bluestone path, and the gray figure stopped in front of it from time to time, as if waiting patiently and guarding carefully.

Sutra Pavilion, second floor.

The old monk stood alone by the window, looking at the direction of the downhill. He didn't actually see the downhill road, but he looked at it seriously, carefully, and looked at it kindly, with a compassionate expression.

"Have you talked to the wolf king?" the old monk said without moving his eyes.

"The wolf demon's heart knot is still unresolved." The words echoed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden boards being stepped on. I saw the host twisting wooden beads and stepping upstairs step by step. Looking at the sky outside the Sifang window, "If he appears that night, it is still unknown whether the trip down the mountain to find fate will be successful or not."

"This fate, this calamity, this cause, this effect, it's time to end it."

The old monk meditated, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and said:

"--Amitabha."

The monk is merciful, and the treasure is solemn.

Twelve karma, starting from here.