Chapter 92 [Amitabha]

Chapter 92 [Amitabha Buddha]

"Brother Shen... Bring the poppy powder..." Ru Mo's waist, which was tied to the chair, swung her waist gently, and the neckline of her coat was slightly pulled open due to the twisting of her body, revealing her white and smooth shoulders.

Shen Yue could only sigh, "Sister, you have hurt me!"

Ru Mo swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and her face turned blue and white. "Brother Shen... Please..."

"No, I threw it away." Shen Yue turned his head stiffly.

Ru Mo immediately turned pale and ordered loudly, " Shen Yue, bring it to me quickly... Otherwise, I won't let you go..."

Shen Yue helped Ru Mo pull her clothes, put his hands around her waist, and wrapped her tightly. "I believe you, Brother Shen, will pass, everything will pass."

Ru Mo opened her mouth and shook her body angrily. She was so anxious that a few tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, "Brother Shen... You kill me... I can't stand it..."

Shen Yue struggled for a long time in his heart, and finally let go of his hand and slowly stood up. "Okay, I'll give you poppy powder..."

Rumo whispered, and her buttocks kept moving back, "Bangdang!" A chair fell to the ground, and the hand that hit the ground was covered with dirt. I don't know where it was broken. The clothes were stained with blood, the hairpin fell off, and the hair was as messy as straw.

Shen Yue was shocked, stopped, turned around and bent down, and looked at Ru Mo, who was lying down and covered with dirty clothes. He made up his mind, "Sister, poppy powder, I can't give it to you. I'm hurting you."

Ru Mo stared at Shen Yue in disbelief. Why did he seem to have changed into a person in just a short moment? He was so cold and cruel.

" Shen Yue... Do you know who I am... I'm the woman of King Liang... How dare you do this to me..." Ru Mo roared rationally, because she felt uncomfortable. This feeling was really indescribable and unbearable.

Fireflies melt into the shadow of the tree, laughing with the wind and shining with the starlight. On the table are a plate of stewed tofu, a plate of fried cabbage, two nests and a steamed bun.

Rumo was tired of shouting and stopped shouting. Shen Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the hut suddenly became quiet. Shen Yue laid out the thick bedding, hugged Ru Mo to bed, and broke a small piece of nest and stuffed it into her mouth.

Ru Mo looked depressed and leaned weakly against the corner of **. Her long dark hair was draped over her shoulders, and her dirty clothes were stained with blood. How pitiful it was!

Shen Yue sighed gently, took a comb in his hand, picked up Rumo's hair, and looked sad. "After a moment, untie your clothes and let Brother Shen see where else you fell. If you don't take the medicine quickly, the wound will be inflamed."

Ru Mo shook her head hard, and big tears rolled down her face, wet the skirts of her and Shen Yue. Shen Yue couldn't help panicking and hugged Ru Mo tightly in his arms, feeling distressed and guilty. "Sister, I'm sorry, it's your big brother Shen who didn't protect you. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

Getting rid of the addiction of poppy powder, Ru Mo came to the lake alone and sat under the tree. The early morning breeze blew her hair. The faint shadow of the tree swayed in the water, reflecting the twinkling sunlight in the distance and the solemn silence of the temple. Suddenly, her eyes were full of vulgarity!

The shoulder was itchy, as if something was rubbing there. Ru Mo turned her head doubtfully. Oh, I don't know when a butterfly fell on her left shoulder, with a small, turquoise body, shining light.

Stretching out her hand, the butterfly stopped at Rumo's fingertips and silently stirred the wings. She couldn't help touching the butterfly's body, "Little thing, you're healthy, aren't you? Do you like quiet? Do you like to stay in the temple?"

"Buddha said that life in the world is like being in a thorn, the heart does not move, people do not move rashly, if they do not move, they do not hurt; if the heart is moved, people move rashly, hurt their bodies and bones, so they experience all kinds of pains in the world."

The soft sound is like the spring wind, and the summer rain is gently blowing and slowly flowing. Ru Mo suddenly turned her body and said, "Brother Shen."

Shen Yue stood there and smiled faintly. There was still a butterfly lying in his hand. He was motionless. He handed the butterfly to Ru Mo's eyes. "As long as you smile at it, it will fly."

"Really?" Rumo stared at the butterfly excitedly, and her smile unconsciously appeared in her mouth. The butterfly really moved, slowly stirred its wings, and stood up, as if it was gathering strength. After it was still for a moment, it suddenly flew high, beautiful and elegant.

"If you don't move, don't move, if you don't move, you won't hurt... The butterfly that has just been lying will not be injured. Once it flies out, it will be caught. Knowing that it hurts its bones, why does it fly out to experience the pain? Ru Mo suddenly asked Shen Yue.

Shen Yue stared at Ru Mo, "Because it has life, the misfortunes come. Only by flying out and experiencing the pain of the world can it be regarded as a real life, and life can be meaningful."

Ru Mo's eyes lit up, nodded and smiled, "Every kind of trauma is a kind of maturity. Thank you, Brother Shen. I understand.

Shen Yue's long eyelashes flashed, and his eyes became focused. "Sister, would you like to fly out like that butterfly?"

Ru Mo closed her eyes and avoided Shen Yue's serious appearance. A faint smell of grass slowly floated over, as if she had stepped on the spring field, the summer flower forest, so fresh and intoxicating! All laws are idealistic, quiet and far-reaching, with the heart, with fate, with nature!

The Daxiong Hall is the main hall of Jiming Temple. It is magnificent and magnificent. The front of the hall is the third Buddha, the middle is Sakyamuni, and the left and right sides are the pharmacist Buddha and Amitabha Buddha. Five hundred arhats are engraved on the east and west walls, with realistic shapes, different expressions and lifelike.

The solemn chanting echoed in the hall. Twenty monks and nuns sat neatly on both sides of the Buddhist temple. Ru Mo put their hands together with the monks and nuns and knelt on the futon, with her eyes closed and a pious face.

A abbot stood beside Ru Mo, lowered his eyebrows and looked kindly, "Donor, have you thought about it? Practice is a bit of work. A thought of stupidity is Prajna, and a thought of wisdom is Prajna!

"I've thought about it, master. Please pick up the scissors and cut them for me quickly. Three thousand troubles, and cut them for me as soon as there is nothing left." Ru Mo's mood at this time should really be described as "like sitting on a felt", but as long as she thinks that Xiao Yan is married to Qiong Yue, she is determined to cut off everything. The best choice to return to calmness is "becoming a monk".

The abbot picked up the scissors and pulled a wisp of Rumo's hair, but unexpectedly, Shen Yue, who came running, stopped him in time: "Master, don't cut..." Then he pointed to Rumo in astonishment, "Girl, what are you doing? If you can't think about it, you can have a good talk with Brother Shen. Why do you have to be a monk?"

Ru Mo half opened her eyes and looked serious. "Brother Shen, that is, the cause, it will be fruit, and everything is doomed. Don't stop me anymore." Turning to the abbot, "Master, please fall for your disciples."

The abbot nodded, read a string of scriptures in his mouth, and raised his hand... Wait!" Shen Yue took down the scissors, stared at Ru Mo and advised, "Sister, you have a good idea that once you become a monk, you can't fall in love with the world. Don't you really have that thought in your heart?"

"Brother Shen, Xiao Yan and Qiong Yue are married. What can I do even if I have thoughts? Simply color is emptiness, emptiness is color, one flower, one world, one leaf, everything is illusory.

"Cultivation should be patient, be willing to be indifferent, and be happy to be lonely. If you see the faults and right and wrong of all sentient beings every day, you should quickly go to repent. This is practice. The first concept of learning Buddhism is to never look at the faults of all sentient beings. Look at the faults of all sentient beings. You will always pollute yourself, and you can't practice at all. Can you do all of these?"

"Is it enough for you to nag me here? Practice is to experience slowly, to practice with compassion, to forgive those who have hurt me with great love, and then bless them without caring about it!" After saying that, Ru Mo continued to look at the abbot devoutly, "Master, please drop your hair."

Seeing that the persuasion was useless, Shen Yue simply knelt down on the futon and glanced, "Amitabha, my lord, come and take care of your woman quickly. This is really not a 'little trouble'. If she insists on falling, I'm afraid I will enter the world of bliss... That's good....... It's good..."

"Donor, are you really ready?" The abbot picked up the scissors for the second time, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, but he still stiffened his expressionless face.

"The disciple is ready. Please ask the master to shave the disciple." Ru Mo was resolute in order to strengthen her confidence.

When the scissors in the abbot's hand just touched Ru Mo's hair, an exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears, "Master, wait!"

Ru Mo was shocked and quickly reacted. She was surprised and happy. She suddenly stood up and said, "Xiao Yan..."

Xiao Yan's eyebrows were raised, as if he had been provoked by someone. He exerted his strength and shouted at Shen Yue, "Why don't you know how to stop him and let Moer talk nonsense?"

Shen Yue pretended not to hear it and gritted his teeth, "Amitabha!"

Ru Mo was angry when she saw Xiao Yan scolding Shen Yue. She put away the smile on her lips and knelt on the futon again, saying, "Amitabha... When the heart moves, things move, and when the heart is quiet, things are quiet. Ninety-nine return to one, and finally achieve the right result. Master, cut it quickly. Don't waste time.

"No cutting." Xiao Yan ordered.

"I'll cut it if I say I'll cut it." Rumo is unwilling to show weakness.

"If you say you are not allowed to cut, you are not allowed to cut." Xiao Yan is going to grab the scissors in the hands of the abbot.

Ru Mo took the lead, took off the scissors, and said proudly, "If you don't cut it, don't cut it. I'll listen to you? I have to cut it, so I'm allowed to marry Qiongyue, and I'm not allowed to cut my hair?"

"Which eye did you see me marrying Qiongyue?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise.

"I..." The scissors in Ru Mo's hand stopped in mid-air and exhaled, "So, didn't you marry Qiongyue?"

Xiao Yan looked extremely serious, solemnly turned to the Buddha, put his hands together, and bowed deeply, "I, Xiao Yan, swear, I will live up to Moer in this life. If I violate this oath..."