Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 47
"Did you already know that this brat has something to do with you?"

Beside a fortune-telling stall in Khotan, a little old man with white beard and hair looks heartbroken and deceived.

A little girl beside him took the little old man's arm and shook it gently.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about!! How could I know??"

"I'm stupid when you think of me as a grandfather!! At that time, I was still surprised. The good Qingcheng Mountain won't wait anymore. If this kid didn't tell the truth, I would have been kept in the dark by you! !"

"At a young age, I knew that if I didn't learn well, even grandpa dared to plot!!"

"Grandpa~~"

The little old man couldn't help the little girl acting like a baby, and shook his head helplessly.

"Don't shake it, your grandpa will fall apart if you shake it any more!!"

"But you have to think about this matter yourself. That kid is obviously not an ordinary person. Grandpa said something bad. We can't deal with such a person!!"

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On the other side, after Zhao Huafan left this small stall, he began to wander the streets and alleys of Khotan.

In the 32 Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions, it can be said that monks are everywhere. Standing on the street, looking from a distance, there is a huge difference in the number of those without hair and those with hair.

In front of a fruit shop, a monk was asking for alms.

The owners of the shop are two elderly couples, their faces full of vicissitudes of life are full of "goodwill" smiles.

The begging monk is not very old.

It was almost the time when he was in the prime of life, chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, and happily left with two unknown fruits.

Just as the monk left, the pious couple put on another expression.

With a hint of helplessness amidst grief and indignation, he finally shook his head and returned to his stall.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huafan also sighed inwardly.

The monk is in the prime of life, and he lives by begging for food, instead of producing and not working, but this elderly couple relies on their own labor to support themselves.

And also give alms to the monks in the past, although it is only one or two fruits, but don't forget how many monks there are in this city.

Even if they only give ten or fifty alms a day, it will be a huge burden for the couple, because they cannot just eat one meal.

Coupled with such obsessive beliefs here, these beneficiaries don't even have the right to say no.

After standing there for a while, Zhao Huafan watched the couple send off three or five monks one after another, some older and some younger.

But without exception, none of them came away empty-handed.

Zhao Huafan sighed with some emotion.

"It's really interesting. A group of people worship Buddha all day long, but they don't know that the real Buddha is right in front of them!!"

"I don't know who is cultivating Buddha. If there is bodhi in the heart, you will see the Tathagata!! If you have bodhi in the body, since I am my Buddha, go! Go!!"

Then Zhao Huafan felt comprehensible, and added a few more words in a soft voice.

The next moment, Zhao Huafan had a heart-to-heart connection, and from the depths of his eyes, an incomparably brilliant light shot up into the sky.

He laughed loudly, stepped out with one step, his figure flickered in the crowd, and disappeared in place the next moment.

"I have a bright pearl, which has been locked in the dust for a long time, and today the dust is gone, and the light is born, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers!"

"It's time to meet that master!!"

In the country of Khotan, on a street, Zhao Huafan walked slowly.

Beside a wine shop full of wine fragrance, he suddenly saw a monk, a wine and meat monk mentioned in the original book.

Venerable Faye—the grandson of the king.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Huafan walked towards the other party.

This person practiced the Shattering Knife and became famous in the world many years ago, and he was called brother and brother with Ye Dingzhi, but later, because of his teacher's order, he shot and killed Ye Dingzhi. Of course, this does not mean that Ye Dingzhi's combat power is inferior The grandson of the Broken Knife King, he had already been defeated by Baili Dongjun at that time.

To put it bluntly, this person just went to pick up a head. This is still a rumor in the Jianghu. The real situation back then may only be known to those who personally experienced it back then.

"Hey! Who are you little doll??"

Seeing a little doll suddenly coming across from him, Wang Rensun looked at him with his drunken eyes and asked aloud.

"I've heard a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart! Along the way, only the master acts so casually, and suddenly wants to meet him!"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart! This sentence is a bit interesting, but unfortunately I haven't reached that level yet, monk, I just want to get drunk!! I'm afraid I will disappoint you, a young man!!"

"It seems that Master has an unforgettable past!!"

Wang Rensun picked up the small wine jar beside him, raised his head and took two gulps.

"Hey!! There are some things that you can't forget, but you can't help yourself in the rivers and lakes!! Why are you interested in the monk's past??"

Zhao Huafan sat there calmly, his heart was upright, and he shook his head lightly when he heard Wang Rensun's words.

"I'm not very interested. Shouldn't the past follow the wind?? In the world of life, it's not even a hundred years old. Time is fleeting. If you focus on the past, what's the point! !"

Hearing this, Wang Rensun couldn't help raising his head again, and looked carefully at Zhao Huafan.

Seeing that he is young and has no hair on his mouth, he knows that the other party has not experienced much.

He took another sip of his drink and snorted.

"You kid knows what a fart. At your age, I'm afraid you haven't experienced anything!! Anyone can say it, but at this point, how can you let it go so easily!"

"We are just one of the countless beings in the world. We are all mortals. If we say we can afford it or put it down, that's bullshit. If it was that easy, I wouldn't come here to get drunk every day!"

"We are all human beings with flesh and blood and feelings. There are many things that can't be forgotten if you want to. Let alone the monk, even the great city lord of Xueyue City, Jiuxian—— Baili Dongjun Drunk all day!!"

Zhao Huafan listened quietly to the other party. After a moment of silence, he said again: "Master, didn't you ever think about letting go?? There is a saying in Buddhism that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. It's not others who don't let you go, but yourself, does the master think this is right?"

Hearing Zhao Huafan's words, Wang Rensun hiccupped and raised his head in surprise. The young man in front of him finally caught his attention.

Not everyone can say this sentence.

"Who are you??"

"Zhao Huafan is also a member of the crowd that the master said. He came to Khotan impromptu. I don't know if it was fate, but he happened to meet the master. Seeing that the master is so casual, he wanted to come and see him!!"

"If other people say this, I don't believe it, but you kid is different. I believe it when you say it!! Are you interested in having a drink with me, a sloppy monk??"

(End of this chapter)