nine coffins

Chapter 347 The first time I met in this life, I can't forget it

The moonlight falls, the whole night.The waves of the sea are endless, patting the rocky shore.

Both Amu and the little black bird seem to be looking forward to the moon, sitting on the bluestone like this for a whole night.What Amu said, he may not even remember.

At this time, a round of red sun erupted, and the little black bird spread its wings and left.

The early sun was shining quietly, and Amu closed his eyes slightly, bathing in the rising sun.If you are a monk, you will definitely breathe out heartily at this time. A ray of the essence of Chuyang is ten times stronger than the usual spiritual power, and it is the most energy that should be absorbed.

Unfortunately, at this time, the Amudan Sea is empty.Apart from his physical body, he is already a mortal.However, the light of the morning sun still makes people feel warm and comfortable.

Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom!

blue sea, blue sky.Amu sat cross-legged, instinctively put his hands together in the Danhai, bathing in the sun and sea breeze.He seemed to have stepped out of the slump of last night and enjoyed everything.

However, Amu at this time will never know.

In fact, he was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone by the sea alone.

The cold moon hangs high in the void, and the sound of waves in the night, this world is not daytime at all.

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One hundred thousand mountains, deep and mysterious.At the foot of a big mountain, there are towering ancient trees.

Under an ancient pine tree, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen stands gracefully.The girl had bright eyes and white teeth, she was beautiful and moving, and she was wearing a long black dress, which made her fair skin even better.A white silk scarf was tied around his neck, emitting a faint brilliance, especially elegant.

She is looking at the sea, looking at Amu.Such a background has occupied her heart for 17 years.

At this time, there was a wave in the void, which was the ripple of the monk's technique.

Two old men dressed as monks, one fat and one thin, showed their figure.These are two mid-level Dzogchen monks of the Holy Spirit. Perhaps such monks are nothing in Zeng Amu's eyes, but above Dongling, they are not necessarily ordinary people.

"I've seen the little princess!" The two monks clasped their hands together and gave a slight salute to the girl in the black dress.

"Masters Xiaoyun and Chenyue, you are so annoying, junior! I am very sorry for disturbing each other in the middle of the night!" The girl in the black skirt hurriedly clasped her hands together in a Buddhist ceremony.

When the two monks heard this, they couldn't help but shook their heads with wry smiles.

One of the thin old monks said: "Little princess, your cultivation is as high as the sky, you don't know how much better than the two of us! The self-proclaimed junior is the old monk Zhesha."

Another old monk with a round face smiled and asked, "Little princess, why did you summon the two of us in the middle of the night?"

The girl in the black dress smiled, pointed at Amu on the bluestone by the sea, and said, "It's still for him!"

"Oh?" The two eminent monks glanced at Amu's background, with bitter smiles.It seems that this is not the first time they have been called to help by the girl in black skirt.

"Little princess, it's been 17 years! Why do you bother so much for a person who has no cultivation base and abnormal mind? Although I, the Buddha, is merciful and all living beings are equal, the little princess has consumed too much mind and heart for a stranger. !” The thin old monk comforted me gently, with sincerity in his words.

"Master Xiaoyun's teachings, this junior will never forget!" the girl in the black skirt said respectfully.

But looking at Amu, the girl in the black skirt was full of love and pity, and then turned her head to the thin old monk and said: "Master Xiaoyun, the Buddha Zeng Yun, if the work is not lost in hundreds of thousands of kalpas, when fate meets you , the fruit retribution is also self-accepted. I don’t know if it’s right?”

"Oh?" Master Xiaoyun was taken aback for a moment. He probably didn't expect the girl in the black dress to say this Buddhist language, and hurriedly said, "What the Buddha said is natural and reasonable! How can it be wrong?"

The girl in the black dress smiled sweetly when she heard it, and said: "That's it! He and I must have karma for three lives, and fate for three lives. Otherwise, how can we not forget when we meet for the first time in this life?"

When the girl in the black dress spoke, she kept looking at Amu's background.On a moonlit night, by the sea, the background of Amu is so clear and dark.

The two masters shook their heads, but said nothing more.The Dharma is the most reasonable, they are irrefutable, maybe everything is as the little princess said.

All actions are impermanent, but cause and effect must respond.If it is not on the wheel of karma, there must be fate, so how can it be so?
"He said that 47 people have died in Mengjia Village. Then, there are two more people left, and the number of seven or seven reincarnations will be full! He may be freed. Master Xiaoyun, Master Chenyue, please give me a last helping hand. Then, Allowing him to worship Buddhism in the future may help him restore his cultivation!" The girl in the black dress begged.

Master Xiaoyun and Chenyue shook their heads and looked at each other.

"Little princess, don't worry! We will send the Buddha to the west of course. However, as for his recovery, I don't think the little princess should have too much hope. Although the two of us don't know what kind of cultivation he used to be, what kind of cultivation Cultivator, but now his pill sea is empty and his immortal roots are destroyed, it is impossible to practice anymore!" Master Chenyue said.

The girl in the black skirt nodded and said, "One step at a time is counted as one step at a time. Let's go past the eyes first! If it doesn't work, I'd like to take him to the Brahma Temple thousands of miles away, and kneel down to pray for the Buddha!"

The girl in the black skirt had clear eyes and a firm tone.

"Amitabha!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

Fantian Temple, in the eyes of Dongling monks, is like a cloud, and the two masters in front of them have never had the chance to visit.For the boy in Tsing Yi, the little princess is going to kneel and beg the Buddha, her heart can be seen.

Master Xiaoyun and Master Chenyue saw that the girl in the black dress had made up her mind, so she stopped talking.

There are eight sufferings in Buddhism: birth is suffering, old age is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, love and separation are suffering, resentment and hatred will be suffering, not getting what you want is suffering, and the five skandhas are blazing.The two eminent monks knew very well that there is always suffering in the mother-in-law world, how can they escape?

"Since there are only two people left, then this year must be seven or seven! We will make a move. Little princess, don't worry!"

"Thank you two masters!" The girl in the black skirt bowed,
"Farewell, old man!" After speaking, the two masters, Xiaoyun and Chenyue, clasped their hands together, and then there was a wave in the void, and they disappeared.

The two eminent monks left, and the girl in the black skirt looked at Amu with deep worry in her eyes.

She will never forget that 17 years ago, in that beautiful afternoon, he was unconscious and floating, coming from the sea, ups and downs.The tiredness on that handsome face moved her deeply.That face was so familiar.That dagger seemed familiar.She has always believed that he and her must have fate, cause and effect.

In the end, the girl in the black skirt smiled very happily, and then disappeared in an instant.

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As the sun rose gradually, Amu stood up, slid down from the bluestone, and returned to the village.

Yesterday's Zhuzi incident, the haze has not dissipated.Today, the whole Mengjia Village looks a bit dull, and many people are listless.

Declining the invitations of the two families, Amu returned to his stone house alone.

The stone house is not big, but it is quite tidy.A wooden bed and two wooden stools.Amu has no property, pots, pans, and daily necessities are all gifts from the villagers.

On the wall, hung a hard bow and a hunting fork.

If Amu didn't go hunting in the mountains or go to the seaside, he would have nothing to do in this stone house.

In fact, Mengjia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there are many high-quality timber in these mountains.When he first came here, Amu didn't know the custom of sea burial in Mengjia Village.

When someone passed away in the first year, Amu brought back a nice old pine and wanted to make a better coffin.

However, one is that he later learned that a sea burial does not require a coffin.The second is the most important thing, Amu actually forgot all the coffin-making techniques.

Not only did he forget the technique, Amu almost forgot what the coffin looked like, and the memory of the magic coffin was just a cloud of black smoke.The people of Mengjia Village have never seen anything like a coffin.

That day, when everyone saw Amu come back with a huge ancient pine, they were taken aback.Then, they saw Amu sitting in a daze in front of the ancient pine, for a whole afternoon, Amu didn't say a word.

Everyone didn't know what happened to Amu.

In fact, Amu was in great pain at the time, and he had always been attached to the coffin, but no matter what he thought at this time, he didn't know what to do with the coffin?
Until the end, I had a splitting headache and had to give up.It seems that I have lost a lot of memories.

Liu Town in the North Country is famous for making coffins, and Amu absolutely does not want to lose this craft.The key is that the craft of making the coffin contains too many emotional factors of Amu. There is not only Liu Zhen, but also the master, and Yu'er.

However, in seven years, Amu didn't figure out how to make a coffin.

The huge pine tree was finally split by Amu, and a beautiful cutting board was added to the village family, and the rest were made into benches.

Moreover, Amu is still the same as before. Although there is no cinnabar, he uses ordinary dyes to depict many runes, hoping to have a little magical effect.

At the beginning, Master Wang Jue told Amu that those runes could lock the aura of the wood, but he didn't know if it was still possible now.

Needless to say, after engraving those runes, those cutting boards and benches seemed to be much stronger.Basically, it's as good as new after all these years, and it's still as strong as ever.On those cutting boards, it's hard to leave scars from knives and axes.

However, one of Amu's nirvana back then, the art of banning pictures, can only play this role.

The dignified art of banning pictures can only be used to bless the cutting board and the bench. If Master Wang Jue knew this situation, he would probably grab the dragon whip of Canghai Town and beat himself to death directly.

How embarrassing!As Amu thought about it, he couldn't help laughing out loud, but with a smile, Amu felt a little lonely.

Although it is not a tiger falling into the sky, but losing the ability to reach the sky is enough to make people feel sad.

If I still have the power of demon cultivation in the realm of soul cultivation, can Menghun Village save a few people from dying?
Amu wondered in his heart whether there was any way to recover his cultivation.

Suddenly, Amu heard noise and cursing outside, which was absolutely rare or absent in the usual Mengjia Village.

(End of this chapter)