Chapter 38 The Dream of Glass

(Shame, shame, I'm late to update today. The bugs don't pay attention. My brain hurts so much. I can't resist... Today, I read the collection: 222o(╯□╰)o. Bugs don't want to "two". It should have been uploaded at 19:30, but now it's 20:00, and the bugs can't squeeze out. Come on, the bugs are very anxious. The more anxious they are, the more they can't squeeze out~~ They make sins, make sins... In fact, they were originally squeezed out, but after being threatened by "Brother Cai", they really can't get out. Don't blame me~~ Blame "Brother Cai" to go...)

The dream of glazed can't be remembered; the continuous success will eventually go away; the dream of the years, a hundred steps of flying flowers.

--Inscription (Excerpt)

I never know that the word "home" for me only stays in the meaning of "word". In addition, there is only blank desolation and despair. After all, can it only be a distant illusion?

------Xi Xinmiao

In the world, there are few that can be called a big temple, and the Huguo Temple of Qi is one of them. The incense is in full bloom all year round, and there is an endless stream of fragrant guests coming. The one who prays comes for the fulfillment of the wish, and the one who fulfills the wish comes to fulfill the wish. In short, it is a god who is passed down to fulfill the request.

But as for whether there is such magic or not, hehe, then it's your own consideration...

At this time, in the slightly remote Zen courtyard, it is different from the grandeur of the lobby. Here, it is quiet and desolate. It seems that it is not compatible with the name of "Huguo Temple". It is incompatible with this scene.

Xi Xinmiao originally followed the sound of wooden fish and unconsciously came here. It was not until the sound of knocking stopped abruptly and he suddenly came to his sense that he was inexplicably attracted.

Looking at the situation around, it is elegant and quiet. It seems to be affected by the environment here. Even the sunlight looks warm and soft, and the blurred vision is like the next world. Is it a fairyland?

A self-deprecating smile: When did you become so careless? Are you attracted by a voice?

Shake your sleeves and get ready to leave.

"Lord, the poor monk has been waiting for a long time."

The abrupt voice of Cang Miao stopped the steps that Xi Xinmiao had just taken.

He turned around alertly and looked at the source of the conversation - the owner of the house at a distance.

is not in a hurry to speak.

"Squeak----" The originally closed wooden door opened automatically and slowly. Looking around, I could only see a table and a few chairs, simple wooden materials, and a few tea cups on the table, that's all.

Raise your eyebrows slightly. When did Huguo Temple have such a shabby Zen temple? Is it possible to learn from the United States and have an economic crisis?

"The donor has doubts. Why don't you take this opportunity to solve it?" Xi Xinmiao was not given the opportunity to continue to be unsavageous and threw out a puzzling sentence.

The black pupils shrank slightly, gathered an imperceptible awe, and finally responded to the owner's words, "How can the master know that there is a knot in my heart?" There is a trace of disdain in the words.

It's not true. She has a lot of heart-to-heart. Every time she sees someone, he says things like "black in the printing hall" and "there is a disaster of blood and light". It's a pity that when you meet Xi Xinmiao, you can only eat. The so-called "Yintang black hair", I'm sorry, that's because she forgot to apply a mask to whiten it~~ As for the "blood light disaster", haha, that's even simpler. She was bitten by mosquitoes and sucked a few pounds of blood, which can be cut.

Who can't fool? This ability is definitely self-taught. As long as she dresses up, she is confident and can pretend to be an unfathomable hermit! Make sure that it is no worse than these magic sticks that read "Amitabha" or "urgent as urgent as the law" all day long! If you encounter something you don't understand, just say "The secrets can't be leaked"! It is guaranteed that there will be no flaws.

"I don't mean to break in. I hope the owner is not surprised." With that, she was about to leave, and she didn't want to pay attention to the house owner who would be divided into the ranks of magic sticks by her.

It seemed to hear the contempt in Xi Xinmiao's words. The owner of the house did not care or stop him. After stagnated for a moment, "The sky is different, and the lonely soul comes to the world." It floated out gently and fell into the ears of the woman who was about to leave.

Her body was stunned, and the eight words were deeply imprinted on Xi Xinmiao's heart like a brand; the eight words undoubtedly set off the stormy waves in her heart and could no longer calm down; the eight words uprooted and exposed the long-lasting memories deep in her heart.

The feet, like being nailed to the ground by nails, can't move at all. The whole person is like a stone sculpture.

There seemed to be a sigh in the room, which was faint and not so real.

"Lord, please come into the room and talk about it in detail."

......

Xi Xinmiao finally saw the layout of the Zen room: simple but not simple, there is a picture of Sakyamuni practicing Danqing hanging on the white wall, with kind eyebrows and good eyes, hiding the light of Buddhism.

The most strange thing is the white-browed old monk who meditated on the collapse: the jacket with a red bottom and a yellow line seems to be an evenly divided brick, properly covered on the body. The snow-white eyebrows grow close to the chin, and I don't know if they have never been trimmed. The same white beard hung in an inverted triangle, quietly attached to the chin, and closed his eyes, but the Buddha beads in his hand were constantly rotated.

It feels like a magic stick. However, with just eight words, Xi Xinmiao will never wait to look at it again.

Sitting quietly, he occasionally fixed his eyes on the old monk, as if he was exploring, as if he were speculating, and moved away as if nothing had happened for a moment, a posture that I would never move first.

......

"The poor monk's name is empty dust." Slowly opened my eyes, and in my eyes, it was the vicissitudes of life, and it was thoroughness and clear after silence. A generation of monks, that's it.

A deep flash flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and he disappeared in an instant. He looked at the insightful eyes, "It turned out to be Master Kongchen, and I've been looking up to it for a long time." No wonder, the outside world's description of him must not be groundless.

"I don't know what the master just said. What does it mean? Can you please give me some advice?" I still can't calm down.

"The benefactor knows it, so why do you ask again and again?" The response was light, and the heart was calm.

His face darkened and he condensed, "So, does the master know the identity of Xin Miao for a long time?" This secret identity, in addition to Haozi and himself, and his starry eyes were slightly dark, and then recovered, and no one else knew about it at all. How did the air dust know? Is it possible that there is really a legendary mysterious skill?

"Yes, I'm not me, I'm you, I'm me." There are no ups and downs, no waves.

He frowned slightly, but still retained the barely maintained calmness. "The master's opinion," and he did not deny, "Isn't the master surprised by this anecdome? The lonely soul was born, and this kind of terrible thing is also believed by the masters of Buddhism and Taoism?

If it were someone else and heard such a terrible thing similar to borrowing a corpse to return the soul, he would have asked the Taoist priest to destroy his body and bones, and there would not even be any residue left!

There are two brushes for this empty dust.

"The cycle of cause and effect has its own conclusion. The donor comes from afar, and it is destined to have this cause."

"You mean, I was destined to travel here?" A bolt from the blue!

She never believed in fate; she never thought that she could control her own destiny; never, she had never succumbed to the so-called "fate"!

However, today you told her that the "albeitual" she identified was so fragile and powerless, full of ridiculousness and absurdity, and laughed at her inesirable power.

How to accept it? How can you accept it?

Xi Xinmiao could no longer control the rolling in her heart, revealing the usual unknown expression, and asked urgently, "In this case, the master should know that Xin Miao does not belong here, and I don't know the master..."

In the end, she said it; in the end, she insisted on her persistence; in the end, she made a choice...

Looking at the extraordinary woman with an arrow in front of her, Kongchen sighed slightly, "Good, good." Finally, he stopped the twisting rosary in his hand. "There is a fixed number from where it comes and where it goes. Don't force the donor. Everything goes."

Huo stood up from the wooden chair and stared straight at the Taoist monk who was praised by the world. In his eyes, his eyes were full of unwillingness. "What does it mean to say 'from everywhere' and 'to where to go'? What is 'Come'? What is 'go'? This accident is an alien number. Since it is an alien number, it should not exist. The cycle of heavenly principles, I, a lonely soul of another world, should return to my own place. Master, do you mean that you are content with the status quo and indifferent?

She dared to swear that if the monk in front of her spit out words such as "Don't force" and "wish fate", she would definitely beat him up first! Don't think he is an old man and she dares not do it!

She wants to return to modern times, and no one can stop it!

It was not easy to meet an ancient person who was not a magic stick and knew his true identity. She thought she could point out a way to return to herself. In the end, she also played the consistent Buddhist language of the monk. She had no Buddha nature, couldn't say a half a sentence, and was not in the mood to deeply understand his deep meaning.

Monk: Yes, you have to make it clear to her!

With the woman's slightly angry round eyes, the empty dust did not look flustered, but still calm and waveless. "Lord, your obsession is too deep, and your anger is too heavy..."

"Ho-" interrupted the old monk without hesitation, "Master, I respect you as a Taoist monk, and you are treated with courtesy everywhere. Obsession? Are you angry? Why don't you say that it's better to kill too much? Xi Xinmiao sneered, "Don't talk about the obsession of the heart, isn't the master? The four monks are all empty. Has the master ever really done it in the five elements? If so, why bother to persuade this secular person to restrain his anger? Since you have entered the world, how can you leave the dust? Master, don't you think it's ridiculous?" He retorted harshly, and his face was full of disdain.

The sky and dust stagnated, and the eyes of the vicissitudes of the world were slightly dim, and she was speechless. This woman is good at words.

A gentle sigh overflowed from his mouth, "The benefactor is wise," he put his hands together and bowed, "It's just that if the benefactor doesn't restrain such temperament, I'm afraid there will be disaster in the world."

Finally, it was an uncontrollable laugh, "Master, my heart is a girl. Why does the master look up to my heart like this? Is it possible that one person's heart has become a scourge in the world, and everyone will be killed or not? Then his black eyes were cold, and he narrowed slightly towards him, as if there was a trace of coldness. Monk: There should be a limit to jokes!