Chapter 2075 Fanwai: The Tribulation of This Life 1

(The love story of Si Yuanzhen, Si Yiyan's father, and his mother Ye Aiwu chasing after life and death.)

Ye Aiwu raised her head and looked at the small temple in the mountains not far away. The simple and solemn buildings were half hidden among the dense forests, which had a bit of a sense of isolation and independence.

Lingji Temple is just a little-known temple among the many temples in Dali, Yunnan. Clean up here.

Ye Aiwu believed in Buddhism, and in his early years, he forged a cause and effect with Master Lingji, and was ordered by Master Lingji: "Love is not long, and wisdom will be hurt!"

If it weren't for this time, the 5th World Dharma Conference was held in Dali, Yunnan, and she would have forgotten this past.

Climbing up the long steps, Ye Aiwu breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes suddenly stopped at one point.

In the deep forest, a black figure suddenly appeared. The man was wearing a black windbreaker that was breathless, with a pair of thick-soled short boots on his feet, and a black hat with a long brim on his head. , covering most of his face above his nose, but she could clearly see under his nose, those two tightly pursed lips, thin as sharp as a knife, and a cold chin with sharp edges and corners.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, the man made a light footstep, paused slightly, and the gaze hidden under the shadow of the hat looked at her like a lightning bolt.

Even if she couldn't see clearly, what kind of eyes were watching her at this time, she could still feel the murderous intent in that person's eyes, swept toward her like a tide.

Ye Kuanwu's breathing suffocated, her heartbeat suddenly hurried, and she became uncontrollable.

She could feel that the man exuded a suffocating murderous intent, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like a hell Shura, like a world too old.

After their eyes met for a short time, they pulled away.

Ye Aiwu clutched her throbbing chest, gasping for breath, her vest was dripping with cold sweat in a trance, and a coldness quietly infiltrated into her bone marrow.

When she calmed down the panic in her heart and looked again, the man was no longer there.

If it weren't for the beating heartbeat and rapid breathing reminding her that the picture just now was real, she would almost think that it was just her dazzling eyes, or a big dream in the daytime.

At this time, Ye Aiwu didn't know it, but she glanced at it, but it became the doom of her life.

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"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he walks deep into Prajna Paramita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and saves all suffering..." Sandalwood incense curls in the scripture room, Brahma incense is softly chanted, the space is pure and clear, like the sound of heaven, and the recitation is exactly Instructive "Guanyin Heart Sutra".

Ye Kuanwu knelt down on the yellow futon, with her palms on her chest, closed her eyes and recited, her classically soft and elegant face, her precious appearance was solemn, pious and clear, her overly beautiful eyebrows, under the smoke of sandalwood , like smoke and mist, and extremely intelligent.

The old monk Lingji entered the meditation and sat cross-legged across from her, with one hand between his legs, and the other hand wrapped around the buddha beads made of small-leaf rosewood and kept twisting along with the Buddhist scriptures spit out from Ye Aiwu's mouth.

After reciting a Guanyin Heart Sutra, Ye Aiwu slowly opened her eyes, opened her mouth slowly, and recited a devotion verse: "May this merit. Majesty the Buddha's Pure Land. Report the fourfold kindness. .He who witnesses it all shows empathy……"

Master Lingji slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes penetrated the screen behind Faye Aiwu, looked into the screen, and said slowly: "Why don't you recite the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vows Sutra"? ?"

Ye Aiwu was stunned for a moment: "This sutra is the cause and effect of eliminating karma, repaying old debts, and repenting of bad karma. Why does the master listen to this sutra?"

Master Lingji said: "Flying people."

Ye Kuiwu asked again, "Who is it?"

Master Lingji replied, "The one who should cross."

Ye Aiwu was a little curious: "Why is the person who should cross?"

Master Lingji closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Ye Aiwu didn't ask any more questions. She couldn't help but think that the man she saw on the mountain road was full of murderous intent and blood, and he returned from hell. He should be the one who should cross!

She slowly closed her eyes, and recited this scripture of good and evil.

The room was quiet, with only the mysterious and obscure scriptures, like the gurgling water, clear and slow overflowing, the Sanskrit sounds in the ears, peace and comfort.

After the scriptures were recited, Ye Aiwu got the little Jintuo tea planted by Master Lingji and left the inner room.

There was a sound behind the screen, and Si Yuanzhen walked out slowly, stepping on the ground covered with gray bricks with light and heavy steps, leaving a pair of blood-colored footprints with each step. When the hell bloody road, Shura has no return.

Si Yuanzhen slowly sat on the futon where Ye Aiwu was sitting before, and took Ye Aiwu's unfinished half cup of herbal tea in his hand, and put it in his nose to sniff lightly. , put the tea into the lips.

The herbal tea is slightly bitter, yet sweet in taste.

Si Yuanzhen "sneered" and said with a smile: "Master is one of the few eminent monks in the world who has attained the Tao. Could it be that he should follow the example of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, "The hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha, to save all sentient beings, Fangzheng Bodhi? After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly, playing with the ordinary teacup in his hand, which could no longer be ordinary, and he couldn't put it down: "Heh, if this is the case, then the master is destined to be unable to achieve true fruition in this life, because you can't cross me." "

He is the man with the butcher's knife.

His hands were already covered in blood.

He doesn't believe in Buddhism, he just entered the Buddhist temple by mistake.

Master Lingji closed his eyes slightly: "Shi I can't cross you, but someone can cross you."

Si Yuanzhen smiled "haha", a stern look flashed on her stern face: "Who? Is that the woman who chanted the scriptures just now?"

A quaint and tender face suddenly appeared in his mind, that empty and pure, like the voice of the sky, lingering in his heart, lingering and lingering incessantly.

Master Lingji said slowly: "The donor goes in and out of my small temple three times, each time with a murderous body, and every time I recite the previous "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Vow Sutra" for you to eliminate the benefactor. To remove obstacles, it is a pity that the donor never listens to the Buddhadharma, the hostile anger is difficult to disappear, the murderous intention is difficult to disappear, and the desire to kill evil is heavy, and now, the Buddha has entered the heart of the donor."

Si Yuanzhen seemed to have heard a big joke, laughed out loud, and slowly spit out four words: "I don't believe in Buddhism!"

Master Lingji said indifferently: "You have suffered a lot in this life, and you cannot escape the calamity of love, and you may not have good results."

After speaking, he slowly lowered his eyelids, twisted the beads lightly, and stopped talking.

Si Yuanzhen's peach-blossom eyes were gleaming, affectionate yet ruthless, and slowly spit out three words: "Old bald donkey!"

The stench flickered.

Master Lingji slowly opened his eyes, but there was already one less teacup and one more ring in the opposite position. He thought of the fateful approval from many years ago!

Deep love will not last, and wisdom will be hurt!

The catastrophe of this life is inevitable!