Chapter 717

"You are empty and I am empty. The Dharma is the same. The Buddha is empty, and the devil is empty. It's just wonderful to feel that this is the sect. Good sentence, good sentence

The old man mumbled and repeated, but he was a little crazy.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I'm so young that I'm proficient in Buddhism. I'm so ashamed of myself."

Solemnly, he said with a smile, "I've praised you falsely. In fact, this empty song was not written by me, but by an elder in the school. He has been a monk for decades, and this song is his inspiration. "

"Oh? Are there such strange people in the world? I really admire it. " The plum blossom fisherman exclaimed.

"The elder once said that there is not such a clear distinction between birth and accession. To be born is to be born, and to be born is to be born. If you divide everything so clearly, it's not practice, it's magic Solemn casual way.

In fact, this is an empty song written by Zen master in his early years. The song sung by the old plum fisherman is the original one, written by an ancient monk. Zen master adapted it and wrote the above song.

In master Zen's Kongkong song, sun and moon, life and death, fate, geomantic omen, monarchs and ministers, Buddhas and demons are all mentioned. It's not like other eminent monks saying that one knife must be cut apart, but that yin and yang are in harmony, exchanging what is needed.

It's like the saying "fate is empty, fortune is empty, and fortune is half in the definite number. The wind is empty, the water is empty, the heart is beautiful, good or bad. "In this sentence, Zen master stressed that the fate is only" half in the fixed number ", and Feng Shui can also rely on good deeds to turn bad into good.

To become a monk does not mean to be isolated from the world. Otherwise, why do Buddhists talk about accumulating merits and virtues? Why does the Bodhisattva of dizang go through hell? Isolation is not Buddhism.

Solemnity knows that you don't need to say anything more. It's OK to point until you finish. The plum blossom fisherman will naturally want to understand the truth.

An hour later, two hours later, the old man stood at the door like this, as if he was still.

Even when the fishing boat arrived and the solemn four got on the boat, he didn't respond.

"What happened to the old man? Isn't it just sitting on the spot? " The fat man couldn't speak well, he said.

"He's thinking. Let's go." Solemnly and gently.

"Thought? This posture is not beautiful. What's the name of the famous foreign sculpture, the thinker's? How beautiful the posture is, the key is worth money... "The fat man can think of anything. He shakes his head regretfully and takes back his sight.

After getting on the boat, he borrows the radio from the owner and gets in touch with Gu Yi and others.

Gu Yi was relieved to learn that he was solemn and safe. And listen to solemn already got canfeng, more happy, with solemn agreement to meet in the port, then cut off the call.

The fishing boat broke through the sea and sailed far away. A straight white wave behind the boat seemed to have made a heavy mark in the sea.

At least, this sea area will remember the solemn four.

After an hour's voyage, as the sun sets, the sea becomes red, like a flame burning under the water. The fishing boat passes by gently, breaking a ripple and arriving at the port.

On the other side of the port, Gu Yi has already been waiting. After leaving canfeng to Guyi, he has no time to explain things to Guyi in detail. He immediately goes to the hospital with hammer and fat man holding Hu Qingyin.

Hu Qingyin's condition is getting worse now, so we must pay close attention to treatment.

Xia Xiaomi looked at the solemn figure coming and going in a hurry, and could not help puckering up and hating: "I ignore others, damn it!"

Gu Yi touched Xia Xiaomi's head and said, "let's go back first, and we'll come to us when we've dealt with it solemnly. It's hard work for the child. "

Finish saying, two people take remnant front to go to residence.

Time, eight o'clock in the evening.

A boat came slowly on the sea. The boat came near the port and stopped. From the boat came an old man with long eyebrows and white whiskers.

It seems that the port staff are familiar with the old man and greet him one after another: "Mr. Mei, are you going to buy daily necessities again? It's a little late today. "

The old people all nodded and responded with a smile, and gradually disappeared into the dark night.

Xiangjiang Sham Shui Po is a famous old building area in Xiangjiang. Most of the residents are old people, and most of the buildings are old. It can be regarded as a relatively famous slum in Xiangjiang.

In an old building, Basong was sitting on the ground, looking at a porcelain gourd on the table and laughing with satisfaction.

"The kid in red has finally been trained! Next, just punch it into the silk bottle and it's done! The strongest scarlet bottle in history will be born soon Bassoon said to himself excitedly.

Then he picked up the porcelain gourd, and saw a red shadow on the surface of the gourd constantly crashing in the gourd, as if to come out from inside.

Basong grinned grimly and said, "don't worry, baby. I'll give you freedom right away. At that time, you can vent your resentment, ha ha ha... "

With that, Basong pointed the porcelain gourd at the semi-finished silk bottle. He gave a loud drink and patted the bottom of the gourd. A red shadow came out of the gourd and penetrated into the head of the semi-finished silk bottle.

The body of the bottle turned red instantly, just like a piece of iron burned red. The difference was that his body sent out bursts of cold, and the situation was extremely strange.

"Baby, this is your body to vent your resentment. Let's get together quickly!" Bassoon said, pointing at the silk bottle.

Instantly, the red faded slowly and gathered in the eyes of silos. After a while, they all gathered in their eyes and became a pair of scarlet pupils.

Then, with a movement of her eyes, she seemed to come back to life, gave out a painful roar, and turned to pounce on bassoon.

Bassoon seemed to have been on guard for a long time. He touched a whip made of corpse oil on the table and suddenly whipped it on the body of silos.

See silk Luo bottle whole body a shiver, face up to a burst of fear, no longer dare to pounce on Ba song body.

"Well, my dear child. I know you're hungry. You can go out and look for food now. " Bassoon opened the door of the room and motioned for the bottle to go out to look for food.

But when the door opened, he was surprised to see an old man with white eyebrows and long beard standing at the door.

"Who are you?" Bassoon asked in a hoarse voice.

"Plum blossom fishing old man." The old man replied softly.

"Plum blossom fishing old man? Never heard of it. How do you know I live here? "

"It's very simple. It can be calculated."

"Well, no matter who you are, you are in bad luck today! My silk bottle has just been refined, and someone has sent it to my door! It seems that this is God's will. God wants me to succeed in revenge! " Bassoon grinned wildly, pointed to the plum blossom fisherman, and the silk vase jumped up like a ghost.

As soon as the old man's face changed, he felt out a few pieces of plum blossoms and hit them on the silk vase.

It's just that this plum blossom petal that catches ghosts and subdues demons is always smart, but it doesn't matter.

Petals only leave a faint mark on the body of the bottle, and then they break into powder.

But the silk bottle came up step by step, suddenly her body moved, and her heavy body made a series of dazzling movements, which instantly appeared behind the plum fisherman.

With a big mouth and a row of teeth, he bit the old man's back neck. Hot blood gushed out and stained the silk bottle. In this way, the silk bottle was lying on the old man, wantonly and happily sucking blood, and soon the thin body of the old man was sucked into a corpse.

The plum fisherman's hand on the chest of the silk vase was powerless to hang down, and the petals were scattered all over the ground.

"Well done!" Basong gave a grim smile and slapped the plum fisherman to the ground.

Because he felt that the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth before he died was really annoying