high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 79

"You take a nap again?"

Guang Hui's face darkened, and he slapped the shining bald head in front of him with a slap.

boom!

boom! ! !

With a miserable howl, Wuhui fell from a high altitude like a heavy falling stone.

A big hole was broken in the ground, and the hustle and bustle rose up for a long time, and it took a long time to fall down.

Bai Shu looked down from the light, saw the deep pit on the ground, and shuddered.

"Hurry up, or I'll be serious."

"Don't! Don't!"

A figure flew up from the pit and came to Guanghui in an instant.

"Don't hit your head, uncle."

The disheveled Wuhui complained: "It's all out of round."

"Why is Master Uncle here?"

He touched his head and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Guanghui ignored Wuhui's curiosity, he looked at the young man in the light and remained silent.

He didn't know how Mrs. Yinshan, a mere cunning, found the reincarnation of the deceased?

Before Song Chi was expelled from Yedu, he was recognized as a gentleman of Confucianism and a leader of the younger generation of literary circles.

It couldn't be more ridiculous that such a person would be Mrs. Yinshan's former lover.

Guang Hui wanted to ask her, it's not that he hadn't thought about bowing to Sneaky.

If you can know the reason, if you want to bow your head, then just bow your head.

It's just that even if Mrs. Yinshan knew, she would never tell herself.

The grievances between King Kong Temple and Yinshan Mountain have lasted for thousands of years, and cannot be resolved in a few words.

"Let me tell you a story."

Guanghui's eyes flickered, like a candle flickering in the wind, he spoke suddenly, and sat cross-legged in the void.

Bai Shu didn't understand, so he froze for a moment, then nodded respectfully.

"Once upon a time there was a monk named Wuming..."

Guanghui's voice was deep and deep, without ups and downs, like a straight post road without any waves, with no sadness or joy on his face:

"His biological father violated the precept and had a good time with a woman down the mountain, but he didn't expect that the woman accidentally got married.

Wuming's father was a timid monk. He was a soft-spoken man at the time, afraid of the punishment of the monastery's discipline, and even more afraid of affecting his future.

The woman committed suicide. She knew that the timid monk was a wimp, so she only left a letter in blood, begging the timid monk to take care of her child. "

Guanghui smiled softly:

"The cowardly monk took Wuming as his great apprentice, and as he got older, the cowardly monk and Wuming's cultivation became higher and higher day by day.

Later, the timid monk became the elder of the monastery, and he was no longer afraid of the precepts. Now the timid monk is already the elder of the precepts.

The timid monk's cultivation base has grown, and his ambitions have also grown. He wants to integrate the scriptures of the three teachings, and create a supreme skill that has never been seen before.

He and Wuming traveled down the mountain separately to increase their knowledge. They agreed to meet in the temple three years later and continue to complete the unfinished work.

The timid monk traveled faster, he came back half a year earlier, and had already created the scriptures. He couldn't wait to see his son, and he couldn't wait to share it with him.

No one expected that when Wuming returned to the temple, there would be an extra woman by his side. "

The voice paused at this moment, and after a while, it continued:

"He told his father that he liked that woman and that he wanted to get out.

He hugged the timid monk's knee, tears came out, and Wuming knelt outside the courtyard gate for a month, begging the timid monk's consent.

Bai Shu, you come, you come and guess the result. "

"I……"

Bai Shu, who was fascinated by the sound, was taken aback for a moment, thought for a moment, and then hesitated to say:

"The disciple dared to think that the ignorant master must have agreed with him to return to vulgarity."

"Why?"

"After all, he is the biological father of Wuming."

"No, quite the opposite."

Bai Shu looked at the monk sitting cross-legged in the void and slowly shook his head. His expression was still indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him, but it was loosening a little bit, like a frozen river surface that gradually cracked in the beginning of spring.

"Wuming's father, he first tricked Wuming out of the temple, then found the woman's residence, and beheaded her.

When Wuming came back, his cabin was set on fire, and the woman he liked was burnt to the point that not even the bones remained. "

Bai Shu was startled, the faint meaning in the monk's tone sent a chill down his spine.

"Afterwards, ignorance died.

He died on Chilongjie, and was burned alive by Chilongjie in order to complete scriptures for his father. "

"Actually, he committed suicide."

The monk's voice stopped abruptly, and it took a long time to sound slowly, but it seemed to be decades old:

"He left a booklet that filled in all the flaws in the Chilong Heart Sutra, among which is how to avoid the Chilong Tribulation..."

"Baishu."

Guanghui looked straight into his eyes. In those gray pupils, there was an unimaginably vast Bodhisattva statue standing on a lotus flower holding a mirror in his hand, with a compassionate face. Behind him was the boundless dark land of hell.

Guanghui's palms trembled slightly. Even with the cultivation base of a human immortal, performing this kind of secret technique would consume a lot of energy for him.

"Baishu." He said; "Have you heard of ignorance?"

The image of the Bodhisattva standing on the lotus became more and more solid, and in the mirror, a human face was looming, but at this moment, Bai Shu shook his head.

"No."

On the statue of the Bodhisattva, the face of Baishu is reflected in the mirror, one, only one Baishu.

Reincarnation, indeed there is no reincarnation...

Guanghui closed his eyes in silence, and the Bodhisattva image disappeared immediately.

It's just a trick, and you know something. There is no reincarnation in this world!

He laughed at himself and raised the corners of his lips, almost laughing out loud.

It's so ironic, he has studied Zen all his life, but today he personally vetoes the principles of Zen.

Bai Shu looked at the mad monk with a strange expression, half crying and half smiling, and took two steps back unconsciously.

Wuhui is like a clay sculpture and wood carving, there is no movement or movement, as if being fixed by someone.

Sudden fear gripped his heart firmly, under the panic, Bai Shu even breathed heavily.

Guanghui, the divine foot monk who was walking towards Baishu, looked indifferent, he looked at that face in silence, after a long time, he finally laughed softly:

"Maybe agree to me? This matter came out of my mouth and into your ears. Don't let the third person know."

Bai Shu's face was pale, and she nodded hurriedly.

"Ignorance Buddha's heart is natural, I just want him, I just want to..."

Guang Hui opened his mouth dejectedly, but couldn't say a word.

The two of them were silent for a while, Bai Shu tried to breathe calmly, but the cold sweat soaked his shirt.

"Good life practice, if you can enter the Vajra Temple, we still have time to meet."

Guanghui stared fixedly at Baishu's face, nose, eyes, ears, lips... He slowly raised his hand hesitantly, and gently touched Baishu's head.

He was ignorant until he died, probably not knowing that his master was the biological father whom he had been thinking about for many years.

Seeing that identical face, Guang Hui's heart trembled, and tears almost rolled down his eyes.

"I have practiced all my life, what have I done?"

(End of this chapter)