Chapter 73 What is the world of mortals?
"Amitabha."
Chang Kong sat cross-legged on the ground, and a wooden fish suddenly appeared in his hand. His slightly white lips opened and closed, and the sound of 'tuk-tuk-tuk' sounded in the Zen room. The sound of wooden fish.
My heart is not at peace, only the sound of wooden fish can soothe me.
This has been Chang Kong's habit for the past thousand years.
"Master..."
Wuxin supported Chang Yuan and stopped in front of the door of Changkong Zen Room. Hearing the sound of wooden fish one after another, Wuxin felt very confused.
“I didn’t see my uncle when I came to see him just now, why are you back now?”
However, the sound of wooden fish...
Wuxin is clear in black and white. His eyes rolled slightly, as if he hadn't heard Uncle Master knocking on wooden fish for several years...
Chang Yuan's dark eyes stared at Chang Kong's Zen room for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.
“Amitabha Buddha is always empty, and my heart is no longer calm, so how can I practice Buddhism?”
Chang Yuan held the Buddha string in his hand, sighed, and asked Chang in a loud voice null.
Chang Kong’s hand that knocked the wooden fish paused slightly, and the blood in his hand was stained on the awl used to knock the wooden fish.
There were two blood marks left at the corner of his eyes.
"You..."
Chang Yuan pursed his lips tightly and couldn't help but take a step forward. What he thought of was the woman holding a red umbrella on the day of the Dharma ceremony.
Chang Yuan could feel that Chang Kong was very protective of that woman.
"Are you contaminated by the world of mortals..."
When Wu Xin heard his master asking this, his eyes widened and he looked at his master in disbelief.
Why would Master ask this?
Over the past thousand years, the entire Xiangyun Temple has known what kind of temperament Master Master has, and so have all the pilgrims in Xiangyun Temple.
Uncle Master is cold-hearted, indifferent and careless, and has a temperament that does not take anyone or anything to heart. How can he be contaminated by the world of mortals! ?
Wuxin was confused, "Master, what are you talking about? Uncle Master..."
Before Wu Xin finished speaking, Uncle Master's confused voice sounded in the Zen room. Voice, "Brother, what is the world of mortals?"
Chang Yuan's forehead jumped slightly when he heard Chang Kong's doubts.
"This world is the world of mortals." In the Zen room, the sound of knocking wooden fish sounded again, and Chang Kong's calm voice came out, "You and I are both in it, so why not be contaminated?"
Wuxin blinked, half understanding.
"Junior brother, do you still remember what Master said when he passed away? Only by seeing through the world of mortals can we stand at the highest point in this world."
Chang Yuan sighed, "Over the years, I thought you had understood the words left by the master, but I don't know that you didn't take it to heart at all."
The master also said that Chang Kong entered the world. , is the great calamity of the three realms.
Only by trying to save him and become a Buddha can this catastrophe be averted.
"That's all."
Chang Yuan shook his head, "If you want to see through the mortal world, you must first enter the mortal world. Don't let down Master's expectations."
Chang Kong pursed his white lips slightly and tapped the wooden fish, not knowing what he was thinking.
......
Time flies by, and three days have passed in a flash...
The golden hangings in Guiyuan are gradually withering due to the arrival of the flowering season.
At this time, Feng Ming was practicing his sword in the courtyard. When he saw Xu Pusheng supporting the weak young master into the courtyard, he stopped what he was doing.
"Master Xu, Master Su."
Feng Ming stopped practicing his sword, tied the sword behind him, and walked towards Su Jiechen and Xu Pusheng.
Feng Ming was a little surprised when he looked at the weak Su Jiechen.
After all, it has been so long and he is still not dead, which is somewhat beyond his expectation.
“Excuse me, is Miss Shi here?”
Xu Pusheng didn't know how to address Feng Ming, so he could only nod to him and then ask about Shijiu's whereabouts.
"Master is resting, Mr. Xu can come back later."
Feng Ming pursed his lips and replied expressionlessly.
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