Chapter 6 Difficult in the Sea

The flat courtyard is the same as the courtyard outside. It is simply a room against the mountain wall. A path in the middle is paved with green bricks and leads to the door. There are grass on both sides. It seems that no one takes good care of it seriously, and weeds have been born in many places.

Unlike the Zen room outside, there is also a rather thick black curtain hanging on the door of this room, and except for this door, there seems to be no other windows or other exits on the room.

The ghost looked at this ordinary and ordinary hut. There was a burst of thirst in his throat, but his hands couldn't help clenching. He looked at Puhong's superiors, but only saw that the face of Puhong's superiors was also very complicated, like regretful, painful, and difficult to say, and he was the same, looking at the small door in a dazed mind.

For a moment, no one spoke. In the silence, only in the weeds next to me, in an unknown place, there was a low sound of insects, and I don't know what they were calling.

For a long time, Puhong sighed gently and said, "Let's go in!"

The muscles on Gui Li's face twitched and whispered, 'Okay.'

Puhong walked forward slowly, reached out and opened the curtain, squeaked, and pushed open the door.

The faint sound came from the rotor on the door. I don't know how many days no one pushed open the door, heavy and desolate.

A cold air suddenly rushed out of the room. Although Gui Li was still standing outside the door, he was rushed by this cold air. With his practice, he couldn't help shivering. In this small hut, it seems to be the cold place in the world.

Gui Li frowned and hesitated. At this time, the voice of Puhong Shangren came from behind the curtain and said, "Little beneuror, come in!"

Gui Li took a deep breath, shook his head, reached out to open the curtain, and strode in.

The curtain slowly fell, and the door made a squeaky and desolate sound again and closed it gently.

In the small yard, calmed down again. The figure of the Dharma phase slowly came from the front, looking at the ordinary hut, and gently recited the Buddha's name, but he bent down to worship, and his face was solemn and solemn.

The curtain was put down and the wooden door was closed, because there was no window, and the room was dark.

The piercing chill surged from all directions in an instant, as if countless cold steel needles were going to pierce the skin. Gui Li's serious illness was just cured, and he had a few cold wars for a while, but after all, he was not a mortal. After a few real methods in his body, he slowly adapted to it. Although the chill can't enter the body, the piercing coldness is still extremely uncomfortable.

This hut on Mount Xumi seems to be colder than the bitter cold place in the far north ice field.

Gui Li was stunned. When he was uncertain, he only heard a low sigh in front of him and said, 'Brother, we came to see you, this person, you want to see for a long time!'

His voice was low and had strange feelings, and the chill in the room suddenly got a little colder, which could almost freeze people's blood into ice.

Then, a wisp of light, with a slight silver light in the white, slowly lit up from the front of the people and ghosts, and the end of the hut.

The light was as light as snow. First, it bloomed, and then slowly lit up another silver-white glimmer at the edge of the light, but it was close to it and integrated. Then a glimmer lit up one after another, and it was gradually seen that it was the shape of a disk about a foot square.

The light is soft, pure as white as snow, the light rises no more than a foot high, and the end seems to turn into a little snowflake, and it is like a white firefly, dancing gently and slowly falling, almost like a dream.

Then, the wisp of light slowly fused and gradually became bright. Gui Li and Pu Hong Shangren only heard a soft roar in the room, and the clear sound was pleasant. The white light was so strong that it radiated in an instant, illuminating the whole room.

At that moment, Puhong Shangren bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name, but in an instant, he only felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen, and he could no longer feel any warmth. He couldn't even feel his heartbeat, and it seemed to stop in an instant.

He just stood there like a stiff icicle, staring at the depths of the light, with no other thoughts in his mind, only two words echoing──

Puzhi!

The faint light is like snow, flowing brilliantly, emanating from a pure white jade-like disk, and at the same time braved the cold. And on the square disk, there was a man sitting on it, which was the person who changed the fate of Zhang Xiaofan's life and made today's ghost fierce and unforgettable - Pu Zhi.

Looking from afar, Puzhi's face is lifelike. Although his skin looks extremely pale and there is no trace of anger, after careful observation, there is no sign of dryness. Even, he was still the merciful and peaceful old monk in Zhang Xiaofan's memory in those years. He did not change at all, but there was a trace of hidden pain between his looks.

Except for the body.

Somehow, Puzhi's body was more than twice as small as the original. Because of this, he was able to sit on the pure white jade plate. He wanted to be cold in the room, but he didn't see ice piled up. Most of the reason was this strange treasure. And of course, the remains of Puzhi can be maintained for so long, and most of them rely on the skill of this strange treasure.

However, he can no longer think of so much in his mind. The compassionate and peaceful monk sitting on the jade plate is clearly deeply engraved in the bottom of his heart. For more than ten years, he has not forgotten it at all.

Is it hate?

Is it okay?

His mind is sometimes empty, sometimes like a storm, thunder and lightning roar, all kinds of pain and all kinds of grudges, but they all came to his heart for a moment!

The kind monk was the one who saved his life and taught him to treat him like a son, but it was this seemingly compassionate monk who ruined his life and made him suffer day and night, like falling into the abyss...

The entanglement of kindness and resentment, I thought it was only in my heart, but I didn't expect to see his face again today.

Under the excitement of the ghost, some of them couldn't stand up, were dizzy, and fell to the side. At this time, a gentle and warm hand stretched out from the side and held him. At the same time, a familiar breath was the true Buddha, which came from the palm of the hand, which was extremely thick and calmed down the blood of the ghost's fierce heart.

'Amitabha, little benegator, don't be too excited, take care of yourself.' The peaceful voice of Puhong came gently from the side.

Gui Liru woke up from his dream, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, let go of Pu Hong's hand, and stood up straight again. However, his eyes never left Pu Zhi's face. In the twilight, on the wise and peaceful face, the painful look seemed to be even deeper.

Pu Hong Shangren stood aside and carefully looked at Gui Li. In his eyes, the young man's painful and changeable face at this moment was changing in the tlight. At this moment, Gui Li was no longer the famous demon demon demon, but just a painful mortal in his eyes, just like That teenager many years ago.

He sighed softly and his eyes were heavy. He turned his head to look at Puzhi in front of him. He slowly stepped forward, stared at Puzhi's face, and whispered, 'Brother, your last wish in your life. As a senior brother, has helped you do it. Brother is incompetent and can't save you Evil causes produce evil consequences, and self-debt needs to be tasted. This is what you said in those years. May you let go of your sins and be reincarnated as soon as possible. Amitabha!'

He bowed to Puzhi's body, and then went straight out. At the moment he was about to go out, he said lightly, 'Little beneer, I think you also want to be alone with Puzhi for a while! I'm in the Zen room in front of me. If you need anything, just come to me.'

Gui Li didn't say anything and seemed to turn a deaf ear. At this moment, in his eyes, there was only the general wise monk in the twilight.

Puhong sighed, opened the door, lifted the curtain, and went out. There was silence in the room.

Gui Li slowly moved his footsteps slowly and walked to Puzhi little by little.

He seemed to be afraid of something, a little at a loss. Obviously, he used to hate like that, but for what? At this time, his heart was full of infinite sadness.

The man sat there quietly, without any anger, but seemed to have been waiting for something. Even on his face with pain, there seemed to be more desire and expectation.

Gui Li slowly walked to him, stared at Pu Zhi, slowly clenched his hands, and his nails were deeply in the flesh, but finally loosened.

He seemed to have lost his leaning and was powerless. In this way, he quietly fell to the ground and sat in front of Pu Zhi without saying a word.

The gligent light flashed, shining on the figure of Pu Zhi and him, two people!

Time, paused in this room, sometimes backwards, sometimes jumps, but what kind of two hearts do not change after all?

Even if one is still beating, the other is already silent!

'D...D...D...D...D...'

The morning bell rings again, echoing in every corner of Xumi Mountain, melodious, awakening people from dreams, but there is a feeling that can take people away from the mortal world.

On the top of Xumi Mountain, Xiaotianyin Temple, outside the silent Zen room, there was a knock on the door.

Puhong raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Is it Fa Xiang? Come in!"

Fa came in accordingly and saluted the man of Puhong. Looking at his face, there seemed to be a trace of worry and said, "Master, it's been a whole day and a night, and Lord Zhang hasn't come out yet."

Puhong Shangren shook his head and said, "The evil fate of the world, the love and hatred of life, how can it be so easy to see, let it go!"

The law is ten, and he whispered: 'Yes.' Then he frowned and said to Puhong: 'Master, I'm worried that there is a "jade ice plate" in the hut. Although it can protect the immortality of Uncle Puzhi, it is very harmful to ordinary people. Moreover, Lord Zhang recovered from his serious injury, and he was in great confusion and pain. In case of falling something... The root of the disease, how can we be worthy of Uncle Pu Zhi's deathbed confession?'

Puhong said lightly: 'It doesn't matter, I have protected his heart with the Great Brahma Prajna yesterday, and coupled with his own practice, although the cold air is poisonous, it is expected that it is no big deal.'

After listening to each other, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, 'So that's it, the disciple is also relieved.'

Pu Hong nodded, looked at Fa Xiang at the same time, and said, 'I think you are very concerned about this Lord Zhang. Although your uncle Pu Zhi told him at the end of the day, it seems that you also look at him differently!'

Fa Xiang smiled and said, 'Master's eyes, it's true.'

With that, he seemed to recall the past, sighed and said, "To tell you the truth, it has been ten years since I first met Lord Zhang. Over the past ten years, the disciples of Buddhism may have made small progress in Taoism, but in life, he is like a baby's journey, with little change. Only this Lord Zhang, looking at his life, the stormy waves, the ups and downs, great sorrow and bitterness, kindness and hatred, the Buddha said all kinds of pain, but let him taste it one by one.

The superior of Puhong was slightly moved, and he recited a Buddha's name lightly.

Dharma Xiang also said: 'When the disciple was still asleep in the middle of the night, he thought that this Lord Zhang had also replaced him with his body. Imagine that all kinds of pain happened to his disciples. Unfortunately, the disciple's Buddhism is not deep after all, and he is afraid. Buddha said that the physical skin is nothing more than dust after all, but this is the only way of the heart that focuses on understanding. Every time I think of this, I think of the ups and downs of Lord Zhang's life, and now I can still support him. I really admire him.

Speaking of this, the Dharma suddenly changed his expression, but he knelt down to the Puhong.

Pu Hong was stunned and said, 'What's wrong with you?'

Dharma said in a low voice: 'Master, the disciples practice day by day, and they don't have a deep understanding of Buddhism, but they really can't bear to suffer from people like Lord Zhang's heart demons. I would like to ask my teacher to give me great powers, and transfer the point to him with my Buddha's boundless power; I will use the compassion of Buddhism to turn his anger, so that he can get him out of the sea of heart and demons. This is also a matter of great merit. He should be kind to heaven, and he can also comfort the uncle of general wisdom who has passed away. Master, be merciful!'

After saying that, he put his hands on the ground and worshipped three times.

Puhong's superiors shook his head and sighed, sighing: 'Idiot! Idiot! It can be seen that your words have made you rebellious. Besides, it is not for the teacher who does not want to cross this person, but that he has experienced many difficulties and his life is bumpy. To this day, his heart has long been as strong as a rock, and extraordinary people can shake his heart. As the saying goes, Buddha is in the hearts of the people, and all sentient beings have Buddha's fate. In the future, they will be reduced to the sea of suffering, or turn back to bliss. It's all in his heart. We can't exert it on him.'

Fa Xiang stood up slowly, bowing his head and closing his head together. He couldn't help but look disappointed, but he still whispered: 'Yes, I understand.'

Pu Hong pondered for a moment and said, 'You'd better go to the back cabin to see him. Although the cold in the house should be fine, with his current body, it's not a good thing that he can't get in all day and night.'

Fa responded, calmed down, and walked outside the house. When he was pulling the door to go out, he suddenly saw a man standing outside the door. The sun shone in from behind the man. The man's face was a shadow, and he could not see his face clearly for a moment.

Fa Xiang was shocked and took a step back. Only then did he see that it was a ghost who didn't know when he came to the door outside the house and stood quietly. I didn't see him day and night. Gui Li didn't seem to be tired, but his face had become very pale, and his eyes were full of blood. I'm afraid he didn't close his eyes all night.

When he saw that it was the Dharma phase, the corners of his mouth moved and slowly nodded to the Dharma phase. The Dharma phase was stunned for a moment and returned the ceremony. Gui Li then slowly came in and stood opposite Pu Hong's superiors.

Puhong Shangren is still the same as yesterday, sitting on Zen**, holding a rosary in his hand and constantly turning. Seeing that the ghost wanted to stop talking, he was not surprised. He said to the law lightly, 'Move a chair for the little beneer. In addition, you can also sit down!'

Fa Xiang agreed, dragged a chair to sit for Gui Li, and he also sat aside.

Puhong was silent for a moment and said, 'If you have anything to ask me now, just ask me.'

Gui Li's eyes seemed to be a little uneasy, as if his state of mind had not been subdued until now. After a long time, he heard him whisper, "Why did you save me from Tianyin Temple?"

Puhong's superiors said: 'Everything has a cause and a cause. The benegist has today's ups and downs, and there are many of the bad consequences planted by the Puzhi brother of Tianyin Temple in those years. In this case, Tianyin Temple can't be saved.'

Gui Li snorted and said, 'If you do this, aren't you afraid that Qingyunmen will turn against you?'

Puhong smiled and said, "I'm afraid."

When Gui Li heard that he was so straightforward, he was shocked and said, 'Then you still...'

Puhong Shangren shook his head and said, 'Tianyin Temple and Qingyunmen have been friends for generations, and the ancestors of all dynasties have been reprimanded, and should not be destroyed at will. That's why I ordered them to wrap you in black and snatch you back without showing a trace.'

Gui Li sneered and said, "The masters in Qingyunmen are like clouds. What if you expose your traces?"

Pu Hong's superiors said lightly: 'I let them hide their tracks for the sake of the sake of the harmony between the two factions, and I don't want the two sects to be at different, so this is the worst strategy. But if it's really an accident, it doesn't matter. In order to save the beneer, you have to turn against him.'

Gui Li stared at Pu Hong's superiors and said in a low voice, "What on earth are you doing to save me so desperately?"

Puhong Shangren was silent this time, but Gui Li did not ask, but just stared at him.

After a long time, Puhong sighed and said, 'Do you want to know the time when Puzhi's brother was dying, he struggled to return to Tianyin Temple until his death?'

Gui Li's body was shocked, and he couldn't speak for a moment. Looking at the pain in his eyes, it seemed that there was another storm in his heart. Finally, he whispered: 'I want to.'

Somehow, his voice was a little hoarse.