The spring rain with wind and thunder came very quickly and continued until the sun sets in the middle of the night, and the rain outside is still rustling.

Fortunately, although the courtyard is in chaos, the hut is still there, and there is finally a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Unfortunately, the door of the house was seriously damaged, so even the air in the hut was soaked with moisture.

Yuanxing lit the fire, and was drowsy in the flashing environment, but when he heard a rapid sound of horse hooves, he had to cheer up. After thinking about it, he lit up the oil lamp on the table.

Just as the light in the house was just born, the knock on the door also rang out.

The person who came was Chen Zhuo, maybe it was because of a rainy night. As soon as I entered the house, I was covered in a cold air.

He hung his wet cloak to the door and erected the eleventh ritual to the fate: "I'll disturb the master to rest."

"It's okay!" After Yuan Xing returned the gift, he looked at the other party with the light of the oil lamp. After not seeing each other for two years, Chen Zhuo became more calm and capable, but he was much more mature.

Ask someone to sit at the table, Yuan Xing took the kettle from the stove, brewed tea and handed it over.

He smiled and said, "What are the questions of the donor? Just come." He sighed in his heart. Judging from the fluctuations transmitted from Chen Zhuo's forehead, the merit relics have long been activated. It took so long to come to ask, which can really calm down.

Chen Zhuo's expression was extremely serious. He picked up the tea cup and ignored the hot tea inside. He raised his head and entered his stomach. After that, he still put down the cup expressionlessly, but he just stared at the empty place in front of him and said no words.

Yuan Xing frowned. It was said that the other party came alone at Yuye, so he should have something to communicate with him, but why was it stuck at this time? Do you have any concerns?

The other party was silent, and he couldn't talk, so two dull people sat opposite each other in a daze.

Until the heat rising in the cup disappeared, Yuan Xing felt sleepy and then moved his lower body.

You have martial arts skills and are strong, but the poor, the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled cannot survive the night.

He coughed before asking, "There is something in his mind, so the donor is not confused at all?"

"You know indeed..." Chen Zhuo suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in a daze for a long time before he gritted his teeth and stood up again, stepped closer to the monk, and suddenly his knees fell to the ground.

Yuan Xing stood up in shock and jumped aside to avoid: "Why is the donor?"

"I love Buddhism and have been determined to become a monk since I was a child. I am only worried and miserable because I am young and my family oppose it. In the past two years, I have experienced several bloody battles in my life and death. I deeply touched the impermanence of life, and my heart even more admired the purity and peace of Buddhism. Now I sincerely convert and beg the master to accept me as my disciple." Chen Zhuo clasped his hands together, and his voice raised a little.

Yuan Xing stared at the other person's forehead. Even though his mind reached his level, he couldn't help but twitch his lips after hearing these insincere nonsense.

His eyes looked down, and he swept to the other party's incomparable perseverance, and he secretly praised his acting skills. If he changed to someone who didn't know the details, he would really believe it.

"Amitabha, I have no relationship with the donor." Yuan Xing sighed.

The expression on Chen Zhuo and Chen Zhuo's face was a little frozen: "But the master can clearly see the difference between me, and he even concluded that I would enter Buddhism, right?"

The fate is speechless, and the other party regards himself as someone who specifically enlightens him.

He sighed, pulled Chen Zhuo up, and said with a laugh and cry: "I believe the donor has already figured out the vision of his birth, and he should know that I have some tricks. Naturally, I can see something that others cannot see."

Chen Zhuo half-hunched his head and said powerlessly: "Master, please forgive me. Chen has experienced many incredible things in the past two years, and he has thought a little too much. However, after many tests, I have confirmed that the master is the only person who can express his feelings now."

"If it is convenient, can I tell you in detail with me?" Yuan Xing asked, and he was really curious about the predecessor of Jin Chan.

Chen Zhuo seemed to be considering the words and thought for a long time before saying, "Actually, I often wake up from nightmares, dreaming that the whole world is destroyed, demons and monsters are rampant everywhere, and humans have become food and slaves of aliens." Speaking of this, he picked up a cup, drank the tea inside, and continued, "After coming to the north, there was always a voice in his mind urging me to enter Buddhism, saying that this would stop this disaster and save the world."

"Oh? So direct?" Yuan Xing muttered in a voice that he could only hear clearly, and then asked again: "Have the donor mentioned this matter?"

"I told my relatives when I was a child that my family was nervous and I asked a famous mage in Beijing to set up an altar to drive away evil spirits..." Chen Zhuo smiled bitterly: "It's actually useless. I was really afraid of Fu Shui and tossing. When I got a little bigger, I kept silent. Later, I gradually got used to it, but I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived in the north..." After that, he habitually held the cup, but when he brought the cup to his mouth, he found that it was empty.

Seeing this, Yuanxing quickly continued to him: "Didn't the donor communicate with the sound in his mind? What exactly do you want it to do?"

"To be honest with the master, this thing claims to be a relic of merit, which is indeed magical. In the past two years, I have gained a lot of convenience from it, and with his help, I have resolved the crisis of our army several times. But it is not like a living thing. Except for asking me to give me a reward after completing it, I talk to it at other times, and often answering questions that are not inconvenient, and I can't communicate at all." Chen Zhuo seemed really thirsty, and the tea was empty again in a flash.

Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows and realized that the origin of the golden cicada was here. After thinking about it, he said, "I didn't consider the donor's previous proposal? You can practice even if you become a monk and stay at home."

Chen Zhuo just shook his head: "It is not someone's persecution, but my own decision. At present, only the magical function of merit relics can enable me to grow as quickly as possible. There are countless magical methods inside, which I think can handle the great disasters in the future. However, if you don't become a monk, many wonderful methods cannot be touched at all." As he said that, his expression was firm and firm: "I have already written to Beijing, and after the war is over, I will be ordained in the north."

Yuan Xing raised his eyes and stared at the other party for a moment before nodding, filling Chen Zhuo's teacup again, and asked: "Did the donor think about how to face the blame of his relatives and the tears of his fiancée?"

Chen Zhuo stroked the teacup with one hand and said bitterly: "I can't explain, so let them concentrate all their resentment on me. There are brothers and sisters in the family, and they can still inherit the family background. As for Rou Jin, it's good to find a good person to marry if he doesn't have a relationship." His voice was low, and it was obvious that his mood was seriously inconsistent with what he said.

Yuan Xing frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but after scanning the other party's helpless expression, he swallowed the words back.

After thinking about it, he chuckled and said, "Since I have heard the donor's secret, I will tell you a story." At this point, he took a sip of cold tea before continuing to speak.

"This is a story about the original heart and the original heart. There is a person who, after his death, turned into a five-year-old child and devoted himself to Buddhism. The temple covers a small area and has few people, and there are only seven monks in total.

Buddhist practice is very difficult. In addition to chanting scriptures and meditation, you also need to practice martial arts and work, and you also need to endure hunger.

He was reluctant at first, but he had no choice but to hide in the mountains and the outside world was a chaotic world where people could eat people. He was young and weak, and had nowhere to go, so he could only stay with peace of mind. But what he thought was that he had survived the chaotic world and could return to secular life and go down the mountain.

But after all, people need groups. Perhaps out of loneliness, he changed unconsciously, hoping that he would be more sociable.

Gradually, as the practice took longer, all the remaining marks of the previous life left on his body were washed away, and people became simple, and they fell in love with temple life and adapted to the identity of monks.

At that time, he was no longer full of his mind on how to go down the mountain and scramble, but instead thought about being a salted fish, and not taking care of everything, and I was at peace.

Until he was twenty years old, something was in his mind.”

Speaking of this, Yuanxing pointed at Chen Zhuo's forehead with his finger. The latter was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Is he too..."

Yuan Xing nodded, shook his head and said, "It's similar to the donor's situation, but it's also a little different. The things in his mind are communicable and extremely smart. This makes him always wary because the style of the thing is very different from that of Buddhist things, it is obviously more self-centered, and gives people the illusion that demons bewitch people's hearts. How can this make people feel at ease? After that, he also tried and prepared variously.

However, he always had no choice but to use what was in his mind. During this period, he had been a gentleman, a soldier, a good man, and a murderer, hurt Xinmu's own woman, and let down his parents and relatives.

Until one point, the world he is in will also face disaster. After ten years of ups and downs, he finally subdued the culprit temporarily and got rid of what was in his mind by self-harm.

Of course, the matter was not finished, but the monk thought he was completely free.

The donor guess, what will he do?"

Chen Zhuo thought for a moment and hesitated and replied: "Will he return to secular life?"

Yuan Xing looked at him and said slowly: "The disaster has not been completely eliminated, but when he was lying on the bed to heal his wounds, he thought he had done enough for the world and could ignore it. So when he was in good health, he asked people to set up a table of delicious food.

However, facing what he dreamed of when he first became a monk, he did not move, but instead kept asking himself in his heart.

Who are you? What is your identity? Are things done? Are these really your pursuit? Are you doing it for many years just to deal with tasks? What you have paid is just an illusion? How could you be such a vulgar person?"

In this last paragraph, Yuan Xing spoke quickly, just like a questioning on the spot.

Gradually, Chen Zhuo's brows also tightened, as if he was falling into thinking.

Yuan Xing did not rush to continue the story, but poured himself tea and drank a large cup before wiping his mouth: "Actually, he was afraid, because he might have to sacrifice his life if he wanted to completely block the source of the disaster. If the situation was urgent, he could do it with his passion, and he would just end it all. But if he gave him time to calm down and make such a big sacrifice, it would be difficult."

"What then?" Chen Zhuo asked afterwards.

"After that." Yuan Xing lowered his eyes and chuckled, "He packed his bags and went there alone. It took more than two years to go there.

He had heard the shawl washing girl singing in the misty rain in Jiangnan, but because he was too obsessed with the fact that Monk Hua was chased and beaten.

I have seen the angry waves and storms in the East China Sea, and I was driven away by people as crazy people because of my yelling.

The sand in the Gobi is thicker than the edge of the stream pool, but it is not much different when it enters the mouth.

The snow-capped mountains on the plateau are indeed quite frozen, and no matter how much clothes you wear, it is useless.

But people don't know that the world in his eyes looks completely different.

The picturesque beautiful scenery of Jiangnan can turn into a swelling volcano at any time, with sorrow all over the field.

The raging waves will really flood the towns.

The desolate Gobi cannot stop the locusts in the sky.

The snow-capped mountains collapsed, and no living people were seen below.

If he doesn't do anything, these things are likely to happen in the future.

But he was actually a little scared.

He remembered the words he carved on the ring knife.

In the sea of ​​life and death, who makes boats and oars, and in the long night of ignorance, who makes lamps and torches?

Yes, he was confused. He wanted to find another person who could bear all this, but after searching, he was the only one who was the most suitable. What's more, this matter not only involved innocent people, but also related to parents and relatives in later generations.

So one day, he completely figured it out.

'Killing one person to save the world, not killing one person to benefit the world. Killing oneself to save the world is killing oneself to benefit the world.' This sentence came to his heart and became 'Who would go to hell if I don't go to hell'."

"So, my decision was right." Chen Zhuo raised his chin slightly, and the young man was not very good at hiding his emotions. But he ignored the two words "later generation" in the story of Yuanxing.

"A man, I always feel moved by some inexplicable reasons and feel that I am very great." Yuan Xing only glanced at him, and his tone gradually turned cold: "The story of this is that people's original heart and original intention will change with the different time and circumstances. You hope that relatives and friends hate you so much now, and sooner or later will regret it in the future."

"I thought it would be better to let them be sad because of my decision..." Chen Zhuo was startled by his eyes and explained dryly. But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.

"Young man, don't always think you think you are not the other party, what position do you have to put into others? You should also have some understanding of Buddhism, and you have grudges inside, so it is called hatred. This is one of the three poisons. Practitioners must avoid it, but why should you pass on this emotion to others for nothing? It's easy to say to your relatives, but blood is thicker than water, and sooner or later there is a chance to explain. But what should your fiancée? You should know that there is hatred in your heart, not only hurt others but also hurt yourself. How do you know that she will marry someone else with peace of mind because of hatred? What if she makes trouble for you? What if she hates you and takes revenge on your family? What if she hates you so much to hurt yourself?" Yuan Xing looked at the future Buddhist master who was already in a stubborn state in front of him, and his tone was even more rude.

This series of questions successfully made Chen Zhuo on the other side speechless, but he was a smart person after all. In a flash, he felt enlightened and stood up, respectfully bowing to Yuanxing.

"Thank you, Master Chen Zhuo..."
Chapter completed!