After seeing off Su Quan and Xiaoyu, Po Meng looked at the night sky where the snowflakes were gradually falling and was speechless for a long time.

These two people had obviously disappeared from his sight. If they hadn't crossed the bridge tonight, he might not have been able to remember them for three lifetimes.

In the end, they ended up with the same fate as Wu Xin and Jasmine.

While putting away the pots and pans, he murmured to himself: "The world is safe and sound... I'm afraid you have misunderstood the true meaning of the Buddha?"

You are human beings first, and then you are walking on the long journey of cultivating Taoism and learning Buddhism.

People rush into Taoism and learn Buddhism without even understanding it. Is it possible that becoming a Buddha has to be in a temple?

What about the Buddhas who walk in the world?

If there is a Buddha in the human world, why can't a Buddha have a family and relatives?

If you don't even care for your own family and loved ones, why should the Buddha compassionately say, "Care for you mortals who can't teach you no matter how much you teach, and you can't listen no matter how much you say?"

Meng Po thought that if there were another pair of such miserable people, she would be afraid that her Taoist heart would be so damaged that she would doubt the principles of spiritual practice.

On the way back to the village, he murmured: "Master is afraid that I can't do anything about this, so I have to ask the old monk."

The joy that winter brings to Po Meng is that she can cut the snow in the wind and use the snowflakes in the sky to practice her sword-drawing skills faster.

Try to chop off three or four snowflakes with your bamboo sword.

When I woke up in the morning, it was already snowing all over the sky.

The snowflakes in Wangchuan are no different from the snowflakes on Daqin Grottoes. For Po Meng, the only difference is her current mood.

Just like this bamboo sword with two runes carved on the top of the bamboo peak, the world was constantly changing under his feet, but the bamboo sword in his hand never changed anything.

No, it should be said that from the end of the Wanli River, after the bamboo sword bathed in the sacred spring, it became a bit more solid and a bit heavier.

With the smell of long years, it is like digging out a piece of gloomy wood that is thousands of years old from the depths of the river. It gradually begins to petrify, and when the hand is tapped lightly, it emits a clang of gold and stone.

After the eldest sister took Xiao Ling'er and Qingluan left with their father, Po Meng no longer kept track of the days.

At the moment, she only sees spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the nights of full moon, because on full moon nights she can lie under the eaves, watch the moon, and bathe in the starlight in the sky.

After drinking the soup she cooked, she didn't bother to remember the date.

The wind and snow still couldn't stop her footsteps. On the Lingshan Mountain, on the banks of the Wangchuan River, on the bridge at midnight, as long as no one was crossing the bridge, that was the moment he wielded his bamboo sword to cut the snow.

Such a monotonous day is just the abbreviation of a day in the eyes of Po Meng.

In the windy and snowy days, Po Meng also did not forget to copy the bamboo slips she brought from Da Qin.

After copying "Poems" and "Books" from Six Arts and Hundreds of Schools, the poems and scriptures seemed to have been integrated into his body and became a part of his flesh and blood memory.

She even copied a volume of Buddhist scriptures, the "Diamond Sutra" that the old Taoist gave him to practice the formless golden body, and planned to give it to Xiao Ling'er after she returned to Wangchuan.

Whether it's her reading it, my eldest sister reading it, or even that guy Long Potian can use it as a book to study.

Unknowingly, the New Year was approaching, and Mrs. Meng went into the village for the first time and bought a lot of New Year's goods to prepare.

He passed one's Mid-Autumn Festival, and passed one's Winter Solstice unknowingly. Next, she had to welcome one's New Year.

Standing on the Wangchuan Bridge, looking at the reflection in the river, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

The sky and the earth were as frozen as stone, so why was the water of the Wangchuan River still flowing slowly and non-stop, as if the wind and snow in the sky had nothing to do with him.

Just when she was in a daze, a circle of ripples appeared on the river, and then a whirlpool became larger and larger. Just when she was about to scream, whether another dragon would jump out of the river.

But a smiling Bodhisattva, holding a lotus in his left hand and a tin staff in his right hand, slowly rose from the bottom of the Lethe River.

Before Meng Po could exclaim, she had already arrived in front of her.

Po Meng thought for a while and asked softly: "Why did the Bodhisattva come on this windy and snowy night?" This was what he remembered from what King Qin Guang said.

Is it possible that because I gave Su Quan Xiaoyu tea brewed with divine water, the Bodhisattva is now looking for trouble?

Even so, he moved the chair, turned around and sat at the table to boil water and make tea, ready to entertain guests.

The Bodhisattva happily sat down, looked at Po Meng and said calmly: "You broke the rules, I will come to trouble you, is it okay?"

Po Meng smiled faintly: "It's bad if it's bad. The two of them are my old friends, and they were killed by traitors. Now they are practicing with King Qin Guang. What's the difference between following the Six Paths?"

The Bodhisattva shook his head: "Do you think that entering the Nine Netherworld is a way to practice cultivation and that you can offset their sins in previous lives?"

Po Meng fell into the tea, poured water to wash the tea, and warmed the pot. She smiled and said: "I am not a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. How can I care about this?"

"I can't see their past lives. I only know that in my eyes, their husband and wife have done no evil in this life. That's enough."

Gently pouring spiritual tea into the cup, Po Meng said: "Even the Bodhisattva has compassion for the six realms. Please have some tea."

The Bodhisattva smiled faintly, picked up the tea cup in front of him, thought for a while and asked: "Is it possible that you want to be that angry Vajra Prada?"

Shaking her head, Po Meng took a breath, took a sip of tea, and replied: "I haven't entered Buddhism yet, and I probably won't, so I'm not a Vajra either."

In Po Meng's heart, whether it is a Bodhisattva or a Vajra, it is just a thought.

Even if the old monk is here, he is not moved. The Buddha's teachings have been imprinted on my bones and integrated into my blood, but I don't necessarily have to go to the Buddhist hall to practice.

The Bodhisattva thought for a moment and did not answer immediately.

Instead, he took a brief sip of this unique spiritual tea in the world, and then drank it one sip after another with great joy.

Putting the tea cup on the table, the Bodhisattva asked: "This tea comes from that Lingshan Mountain. This taste is unique in heaven and earth, and it does not exist in my memory."

Po Meng smiled faintly: "I planted this with snow water in the Tianshan Mountains in the Five Realms of the Small World. Naturally, the Bodhisattva has never tasted it."

Thinking about it, Po Meng let out a soft cry: "Bodhisattva, you also drank the sacred tea that the couple drank. Do you think you have broken the rules?"

The Bodhisattva held the flower and smiled: "Be patient and immovable like the earth, and meditate deeply like a secret. You deliberately dug a hole to bury me. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Po Meng was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but giggled: "Is it possible that this unique spiritual tea in the world is also a hell for the Bodhisattva?"

The Bodhisattva shook his head and said with a look of compassion: "What you drink is a cup of spiritual tea. What I drink is eighty-eight thousand living beings. For these living beings, my belly is their hell."

Po Meng curled her lips and murmured to herself: "As the Bodhisattva said, when you practice breathing the wind and drinking the dew, there are also dust particles in the wind, and there are also sentient beings in the dust particles..."

The Bodhisattva praised again, with an expression of admiration on his face, and said quietly: "That's why I can't become a Buddha yet."

At this time, there were several ragged people on the bridge walking towards the bridge despite the wind and snow.

Mrs. Meng stood up and waved and shouted: "It's not easy to get cold in the cold weather. Come here and drink the hot soup to warm yourself up before crossing the bridge."

A group of people lined up to receive the soup. They picked it up and drank the soup in one mouthful. They clasped their hands and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my mother-in-law cooked the soup for us."

"It's not hard work, it's hard work for you. Now that you've drunk the soup, go cross the bridge and practice hard in the next life."

He waved his hand and sent away a group of people waiting to cross the bridge.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred on the bridge. The guy at the end of the queue suddenly exerted force and rushed towards the other side of the bridge.

This guy is a fool and wants to preserve the memories of this life.

"Idiot!"

Granny Meng originally wanted to kick him away, but somehow she changed her mind temporarily.

Instead, he stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed the visitor, picked up a bowl of soup from the table and poured it into his mouth.

While smiling, he said: "Mother-in-law, I am in a good mood tonight, so I will make an exception to feed you. Next time, remember not to make any mistakes." After saying this, he waved his hand and threw the guy across the bridge.

Amidst the whirring sound, a gust of wind and snow roared in, sending a group of people crossing the bridge away.

The Bodhisattva watched Po Meng's every move and couldn't help but said: "Are you looking at your mood?"

Po Meng sighed and said quietly: "I am just a substitute Meng Po. If my sister is here, I should give her a fist and let him repent in the river."

The Bodhisattva praised again: "Donor, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva. You are so kind. I am suffering even more down here. Why don't you discuss it with you and one day you can take my place for hundreds of thousands of years and let me travel around the heavens?"

After saying that, he pointed to the tin staff in his hand, took out a string of gold beads, and said seriously: "I can also lend you a set of my treasures to slay demons and save people."

Po Meng was frightened, shook her head desperately, pointed to the sky and said: "I'm not familiar with you. I have too many things to do. Why don't you go find my master? He is much better than me."

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Are you kidding me? To Yu Wangchuan, Po Meng is just like the eldest sister.

Not to mention that she experienced three reincarnations here back then, just because the eldest sister allowed him to retain the memory of the reincarnation swordsmanship, he could benefit from it endlessly.

And for her to have a causal relationship with a strange Bodhisattva again, even if she is beaten to death, it is absolutely impossible.

The Bodhisattva looked at her and sighed, and said helplessly: "So, you still have a discriminating mind."

"Yes, discrimination is everywhere."

Po Meng said with a smile: "I can obviously ignore that guy just now and let him fend for himself, but because you are sitting here, Bodhisattva, I want you to see my occasional good mood."

The Bodhisattva sighed: "But it's because I'm here and sitting here that you let a thought arise. It turns out it's my fault."

Po Meng smiled lightly and said: "You have also seen that the mind of discrimination and choice are everywhere. Don't force me, I am not a Buddha."

After saying that, he picked up the teapot and poured some spiritual tea into their cups.

The Bodhisattva was silent for a moment and said softly: "How about I tell you a story?"

"Please Bodhisattva enlighten me." Po Meng thought to herself that as long as I don't go to hell for you, it doesn't matter if I listen to a story. I wanted to listen to someone's sermon in Wangchuan.

The Bodhisattva picked up the spiritual tea in front of him, looked at the slowly falling snow in the sky, and murmured: "A long, long time ago..."

A long time ago, it was said that Ksitigarbha was a Brahmin girl before she experienced countless calamities. Because her mother did not believe in the Three Jewels and practiced evil, she was cast into hell after her death.

The Brahmin girl knew that her mother would definitely receive karma, so she sold all her family property to give alms to her mother to accumulate blessings.

When she was extremely sad, she received guidance and asked her to recite the name of Tathagata Enlightenment King Tathagata with all her heart.

Such a Brahmin woman is so sincere and respectful, she concentrates on reciting the Buddha's name without asking anything about it.

She came to hell in a state of concentration and asked the King of Ghosts about her mother's condition. The King of Ghosts told her that her mother had escaped suffering and reborn in heaven because of her blessings through charity.

The Brahmin girl now made an oath in front of the Buddha statue to save all sentient beings from suffering in water and fire.

He also made an oath to pull all sentient beings out of hell and prevent them from committing the serious crime of falling into hell! The oath goes: "Until hell is empty, you will definitely not become a Buddha."

The Brahmin Queen is Ksitigarbha, transforming into countless hells to save sentient beings. She educates and transforms sentient beings to save them from being trapped in hells, hungry ghosts, animals, asuras, humans, and sentient beings in the path of punishment.

When Po Meng heard this, she felt something in her heart and asked, "Bodhisattva, what is Ksitigarbha?"
Chapter completed!