Deyou wiped away his tears and stopped asking questions. He just shaved the old man's head carefully until the old man's hair was clean. At this time, the old man also woke up, touched his head with satisfaction, stood up and said, "There are so many
I haven't enjoyed it in years, and I actually fell asleep comfortably. When I leave, remember to leave the wine."
The boat moved, the old man rowed quietly, and Deyou was sitting behind him. The old man did not look at him, nor at everyone else, but when his eyes touched the rotten broken boats in the lake, there was something in his eyes.
A trace of compassion arose, but it was fleeting.
"Brother Ye, do you think this old man is a monk?"
Xue Qingge's voice sounded in Ye Dong's mind. In fact, everyone also saw some clues from the change in Deyou's expression, but they were too shocked, so no one raised it.
"I don't know, but it should be!"
In the secular world, no one cares too much about the three thousand troubles on the head. There is only one kind of person who insists on shaving them off, and that is the Buddhist cultivator. It is not for anything else, but for the sake of those who believe in their hearts.
A respect.
"Then why does the monk still drink? Brother Prajna never drinks!"
Without waiting for Ye Dong to answer, the old man's old voice suddenly sounded in the minds of the two of them: "In order to show the purity of the six roots, the Buddha has to give up too many things, but giving up forcibly is not the same as letting go on one's own.
Two different things! I can’t let go because my heart
There is bitterness in it. Even if you take a sip, you are willing to surrender, but at least you have shown sincerity in front of the Buddha. Maybe one day, under some suffering, the person who is a good drinker finally puts down the drink. That is probably
I really quit, I really let go!”
Although both Ye Dong and Xue Qingge were shocked that the old man could hear the conversation between the two of them and send his voice in, hearing the old man's words reminded Ye Dong of his senior brother's divine calculation warning.
My own words.
Only when a good drinker puts down his drink does he really quit and let go.
Suddenly the old man turned around and looked at Prajna and said, "Are you here to get back what you lost?"
Prajna was sitting on the other side of the old man. Hearing the old man's words, he nodded and said without hesitation: "Yes."
"Little monk, do you know that at the beginning I also wanted to save the world, but I found that my dream was too big and my strength was too small. Maybe it's time to let go."
Prajna said calmly: "The obsession to save all the people in the world is your obsession, senior. As a Buddhist cultivator, since you have the obsession, how can you really let it go and save people? It is never a temporary achievement!"
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Little monk, what is your Buddhist name?"
"Prajna!"
"Prajna is indeed much wiser than him!" After the old man finished speaking, he seemed extremely happy. He couldn't help but pick up the wine bottle Qiu Yun gave him, took a couple of sips, and then looked at Prajna again and said, "Ping An
Come back and I’ll give you a drop of blood!”
Prajna opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth without saying a word.
"arrive!"
Following the old man's words, the boat stopped, and a huge flat reef appeared in front of it. On the edge of the reef, there was also a protruding reef that extended like a road.
On the rock, which is flat and flat, near the middle, there is a futon that is almost rotten into slag, and there is an equally tattered sheet and thin quilt beside it. Obviously, this is where the old man lives on weekdays.
In any case, no one could have imagined that there would be such a person living in the most dangerous place of the Ten Thousand Demons Lake, ferrying and punting boats for people coming and going.
However, is this the City of Nirvana?
The old man ignored everyone and started to tie up the boat. He said unhurriedly: "Leave all your belongings behind, and then walk straight ahead. When you reach the end of the road, you will be there."
It’s a place I want to go.”
"Leave something behind?"
"Well, it's fine if you don't keep them. You can't bring them in anyway, but I see that all of you have strong souls. You seem to have souls of unity, so you can still have the power to protect yourself. Okay, I said
Enough talk, you go in!"
Although the old man's words left everyone baffled, Ye Dong took out his space dust collector and put it on the ground. Following Ye Dong's example, everyone took out their own belongings. In the end, only Pan Chaoyang held it.
When he got on the boat, he played with the few copper lamps that he had now and said, "I must take these with me."
Ye Dong frowned and said, "Didn't the old man say he couldn't be brought in?"
At this time, the old man suddenly came over, picked up a copper lamp, looked at it over and over for a while, and said with obvious shock in his eyes: "It is already a creature of creation, but it is not ordinary to light this lamp.
Fire! In the ordinary world, you use lamps to cast spells. In the extraordinary world, you use special methods to cast spells. Why are you so persistent in carrying them?"
When Pan Chaoyang heard this, he was slightly shocked. After pondering for a moment, he put down the copper lamp in his hand and thanked the old man.
The old man ignored him at all and was already sitting on the futon, squinting his eyes and drinking wine. When everyone was ready and started walking towards the rocky road, the old man suddenly spoke again: "You guys will be waiting for a while.
I feel very sleepy and want to sleep, but remember, don’t look back on the road to hell, it’ll be fine!”
Huangquan Road?
Ye Dong remembered that he had walked on a road of hell, and he didn't expect to walk it again today, but he didn't ask any more questions, nodded with a smile, and took the lead in taking steps.
Sure enough, a huge wave of sleepiness soon came over, making Ye Dong feel like he didn't want to open his eyes, so he reluctantly looked to his side. Others, even Zhu Yu, were in the same state. They were all extremely sleepy, but
The footsteps are moving forward mechanically.
Walking, walking, I found that the reef shrouded in mist seemed to have reached an end. Next to the end, there was a small stone tablet with no words on it. Ye Dong managed to support himself and walked to the stone tablet.
next to him, and then stepped over without hesitation...
At that moment, as if he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, Ye Dong felt that he was lost in thought, and there was a sense of pain in his body, but it disappeared quickly!
Next, the difficult situation that just couldn't be dissipated disappeared in an instant, and his mental state returned to a peak.
There was almost no road in front of us. After all, there was only a reef less than two or three meters long after the stone monument. But now there is a wide black road extending into the depths of the mist.
Deep in the mist, there is a vague outline of a building. What is here?
Just when Ye Dong was stunned, everyone came to my side and saw what was in front of them at the same time!
"It's strange, why don't you feel sleepy all of a sudden?" Qiu Yun asked in a low voice.
Ye Dong smiled and said: "Of course I'm not sleepy anymore. Our physical bodies have been left outside. Now we are all souls!"
"soul?"
Ye Dong nodded again and said: "Yes, soul, that old man is actually a soul, and the ship we are riding on is his body. Deyou, I think he should be one of the two ancestors of your sect.