I Am Immortal

Chapter 679 You are the one who ferries me, and I am the one who ferries you

"Um?"

The young monk seemed to feel that the young Taoist priest in front of him was paying attention to him, and he was puzzled and said:

"it's me."

 One question and one answer. The answerer has no intention, while the questioner has intention.

 So the young Taoist smiled slightly, with gentle eyes, and said: "I am a poor Taoist, Bodhi."

The young monk hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "My name is Wu Ming."

 The young Taoist murmured to himself.

 Wu Ming, Wu Ming, my name...

 From nowhere, nowhere to go, as it has been, as it has gone.

He looked at the ignorant child in front of him. This child was the reincarnation of the Buddha, but it was no longer him. The Buddha naturally returned to the void and never looked back. This was just the soul of the monk. A brand new life is just like two similar waves rising in the vast ocean.

 Is he him?

So Bodhi's eyes looked a little sad and he said gently: "What a good name."

 The little monk had a bright smile on his face.

The young Taoist originally planned to kill the **** and demon, then ascend to the sky, and send the sea-suppressing needle iron found from the East China Sea to the Tushita Palace for recasting, but now he was not in a hurry and smiled. Asked: "Little Master Wuming and this master, where did this trip come from and where are they going?"

The old monk thought for a while, clasped his hands, and replied seriously: "We, master and disciple, have been practicing outside for so many years, sleeping in the open air, and we plan to go to the nearest city to find a place to stay with the old monk."

The young monk’s eyes widened, he stretched out his fingers to pull the hem of the old monk’s clothes, and asked in a low voice:

“Teacher, teacher, haven’t we just been out not long ago? The weather is a bit hot at this time. We had a few good meals and spent all our money, so we went back and planned to shamelessly ask our uncle for some money before going out?”

The serious old monk was disgraced by his disciples, but he still remained calm.

The young Taoist smiled slightly and said: "Since we are going into the city, we may encounter some demons and the like along the way. I happen to have some time, so I'll give you one and two as a gift."

 The old monk always suspected that the young Taoist planned to steal his disciple.

 However, he really could not refuse the proposed condition, so he had no choice but to say:

 “Then there’s Mr. Lao.”

The old monk was suspicious in his heart. The young monk didn't have as many thoughts as he did. He just felt that this young Taoist who gave him a sense of familiarity was walking with him, and he was very happy. The old monk led the way, and the young Taoist walked with a sword on his back. Behind him, all the vegetation and creatures were not afraid of him, and two birds landed on his shoulders.

The little monk followed him, happily asking questions and talking about what he saw on the road.

The young monk had an ordinary background and was a poor man. The village was attacked by demons. Although the demons were quickly killed, all kinds of pensions and compensations were steadily distributed according to the rules set by a gentleman named Xun Fuzi. He went, but there was still only a little baby left in his house.

 Originally, he would be taken away by the school to be raised, but he was met by a monk who was not that old at that time.

At that time, the old monk touched his head with compassion on his face and asked him if he wanted to see his parents again one day.

 The child nodded and followed the old monk. He was not yet a young monk at that time.

This thing about seeing his parents is not nonsense. The old monk suppressed his blush and used his magical power to communicate with the underworld, allowing the child to meet his parents for the last time. The souls of his parents immediately saw that the child was still alive. With red eyes, he said goodbye for a while, then took the child to the old monk and asked the child to become a disciple.

 After that day, the child became a little monk.

When being pulled away from the Netherworld Fountain by the old monk, he turned back to watch his parents go away and whispered:

 “Goodbye, daddy.”

 “Goodbye, mother.”

 The old monk touched his head and pulled him back to the human world step by step.

 Then he became a young monk.

They were on their way that day. The young Taoist didn't use any great teleportation powers. He just followed them slowly. There was a temple in the mountain, so he simply stayed in this temple for one night. The child was frightened today and saw him again. The Taoist was delighted. After walking all the way, he was already sleepy. The old monk found some haystacks, made the ground soft, and let the child curl up and sleep on them.

 It is March now and the cold has not dissipated yet.

The old monk put his monk's robe on the child and used it as a blanket.

It is good to wait for this apprentice today, and he never asked him to do it.

But the young Taoist was used to practicing, and he still kept talking. When night fell, he opened his eyes and saw only a flickering candlelight. The old monk sat cross-legged in front of the statue, squinted his eyes, held a needle, and just touched this. By the candlelight in front of the statue, he mended clothes for his little apprentice.

Not to mention being chased by the demon today, he was frightened. His clothes were also torn in several holes. The old monk noticed that the Taoist had woken up, and nodded with a smile. He said nothing, fearing to wake up his disciple. Come, bite off the thread with just your teeth, and the torn hole in the clothes will be sewn up.

 The old monk nodded apologetically and said with a smile: "The real person is awake."

“Did the old monk make too much noise? Did he wake up the real person?”

The young Taoist said gently: "I practice breathing and breathing every day, and I wake up at this time. It's not the master's fault."

The old monk smiled and said: "That's right. The real person's name penetrates the six realms, and his state of mind is perfect."

He folded the clothes and put them aside. Looking outside, the sky was already turning white. According to the past, it was time to lift the child up and let him chant sutras. But after what he had experienced yesterday, The child was tired and always wanted to sleep, so the old monk let him sleep and quietly looked at the clouds outside.

Bodhi sent them off for a day. Today, they are actually not far from the city. If they walk a little further today, they will see the place protected by the Humanity Qi Luck Formation. Once they enter the Humanity Qi Luck Formation, all evil spirits will not be invaded. No matter how different or abnormal the physiques of the old monk and the young monk were, those evil spirits would not risk being killed by the current master.

A young Taoist and an old monk were chatting away under the warm morning light. The old monk no longer had any suspicion that the Taoist was chasing his disciple, so he lowered his guard. Heart, it feels much easier to speak.

He casually talked about the past, saying that he was from an ordinary background and was not decent when he was young. He was unwilling to study and practice martial arts. He was just wasting his time. Once, something bad happened at home, and he was still gambling in a gambling shop. He gambled all his ancestral home, which made his father angry to death, and his mother fell ill and passed away.

It was snowing on the day of his death. After losing all his money, he was stripped naked and thrown to the ground. When he returned home, everyone was laughing at him. When he returned, he found that his mother's body had become cold and hard.

 The old monk shrank down and said softly: "I should die."

"I was already dead at that time. A wandering monk pawned his Zen staff. In exchange for three taels of silver and six hundred and thirty-two coins, I bought some coffins to bury my mother. At that time, I said that I wanted to become a monk and become a monk. He told me that becoming a monk was not a place to escape. I was seriously ill and he could not take me in." He asked me to walk in this world and save a hundred families of good people. Hundreds of people are addicted to gambling."

"It took me twenty years to do all this before I realized that he had actually sworn me off. That day I found a razor blade and shaved off my degree. Later, by some chance, I settled in a small temple. Yes, I was not a monk. , the world has made a mistake, it’s not that you become a monk because you feel uneasy, but you become a monk only after your mind is at ease and you have figured it out.”

“What kind of temple or Taoist temple is it? It’s not a pure land. It just gives you a place to stay. What about your heart?”

“Only you can have peace of mind. Even if you are standing in the Buddha’s kingdom, your heart will still be uneasy if you are uneasy.”

The young Taoist said in a gentle tone: "Master's Dharma is profound, but it is much simpler."

The old monk said softly: "I just did some ridiculous things in the past, and I didn't wake up until the end. Maybe I never woke up and was just escaping, thinking about whether I could atone for my sins. But how can I redeem what happened? I owe it to dad. There are too many mothers.”

The young Taoist said gently: "As a monk, do you also think about your parents?"

 The old man sighed, looked into the distance, and said softly: "We are mortals, how can we not think about it?"

 “Don’t you want it, Da Zhenren?”

Bodhi was quiet for a while and said softly: "...I miss my teacher."

“The gods in the underworld are very dense. If you want to enter, you have to pay a huge price. If you don’t have enough merit, you will stay there. Even if you can succeed, you will lose more than ten years of life. Master is compassionate."

 The old monk smiled and said:

“It’s just life, if I can help this child, it’s worth it.”

 He stretched out his hand, picked up a branch, broke it, put it away, and said:

"The world is like a sea of ​​suffering. The sea is not bitter. It's just that people's own seven emotions and six desires are mixed together, and it is really too bitter. Sometimes when these thoughts come up, a person is confused and can't figure it out. This It just takes another person to carry me through this sea of ​​suffering."

 “You carry me on your back this time, and I’ll carry you on your back next time.”

“If you do this again and again, you may reach the other side. Even if you can’t walk across, you won’t be alone.”

While chatting, the sun gradually rose. After all, the child had been practicing for a long time, and his body had become accustomed to it. Although he still wanted to sleep, his instinct was to wake up in a daze, and he was with the teacher and the people over there. The young Taoist said hello, rubbed his eyes as he was used to turning over the package, and then suddenly shouted in surprise,

 “Master, Master!”

 “What’s wrong? Shouting so loudly.”

 “Look, my clothes have gotten better!”

The little monk ran over in small steps holding his own monk's robes, his eyes were shining, showing off his finished clothes, and said happily: "Look! The ones here and the ones here are all better!"

 The little monk showed off his clothes, and the old monk sat there, smiling and nodding.

Finally, Wuming held his clothes and said happily: "I made a wish to the Bodhisattva yesterday, saying that I hope my clothes will be better, and the Bodhisattva appeared! I can still wear them like this, and I don't have to make new ones." .”

The old monk stretched out his hand and touched the young monk's head, and said gently: "As I said, Wuming is a good boy. If you practice well, the Bodhisattva will reward you."

 The little monk nodded vigorously, clasped his hands and said, "Then I hope that the Bodhisattva can bless the teacher to be in better health and watch me become a great monk! Old monk!"

Bodhi saw a complex smile that could not be described in words in the old monk's eyes.

He didn’t say anything, he just touched the little monk’s head and said hello.

This place is very close to the human city. The young Taoist walked with them for another half day and sent them into the formation. He did not go in. He had a different identity, was too famous, and had killed many people for hundreds of years. If If he entered, the contemporary master would probably come to see him, so he watched the two monks walk away in front of the inn.

The little monk had walked too far these days, and his feet were covered with calluses. When he got here, he felt relieved and didn't want to leave. The old monk had no choice but to squat down and carry the child forward. He turned around and nodded goodbye to the young Taoist, sighing in his heart.

"Thousands of years ago, this teacher beat all the gods in the four directions to tremble and dare not speak. This teacher has beaten the heirs of the innate gods and demons in the past three hundred years to the point where they cry for father and mother, but they don't know that this disciple , and he must be some kind of scary embryo-killer to be worthy of this lineage."

He thought about it, but he also felt that this world-shaking lineage had nothing to do with his master and his disciples. They would either shock the world or cause huge disasters. When I have a headache, and it’s not the little guy’s turn to wipe my butt, why do I want to go so far away?

He shook his head and walked towards the world of mortals with his disciple on his back.

 The middle of winter has just passed.

The trees were bare, but they also had buds blooming. Finally, there was some gratifying vitality in the chilly autumn and winter seasons. Old age, new life, everything is natural, it is always like this. The young Taoist watched them go away, and the old monk carried his back. A young monk.

The human world is like a sea of ​​suffering, but in the six realms of cultivation, where are there no desires and where is it not a sea of ​​suffering?

 In ancient times, golden cicadas were chattering in front of the Buddha; now in the world of mortals, the old monk is carrying the young monk on his back.

　　You helped me in my previous life, and I will help you in this life.

How will it be if you see the next life?

Young Bodhi has a gentle expression.

This world-shaking great man turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and walked away against the crowd and the mortal world. The young monk behind him clamored for some candied haws, and the old monk reluctantly agreed with a smile. The sounds of people talking and the sounds of vendors on both sides, The sound of the world of mortals continued, and they gradually drifted away and disappeared into the world of mortals.

 Eight hundred and thirty years since then.

 There were monks from the Buddhist country who came to Dapin.

 Buddha’s name is Sakyamuni.

 The name of the world, whirling.

 Another two thousand and five hundred years.

 There was a monk who came to Dapin.

 Buddha's name, Zhantan merit.

 The name of the world, pure.

 (End of this chapter)