The Buddhist son of Zhizhen kept walking in a hurry with his head down, his face heavy. When he heard this, he looked up in surprise.

I saw a pretty figure on the hillside, as if I had been waiting for him for a long time.

A peach blossom-like face with a sweet smile.

The face of the Buddhist son Zhizhen changed a lot in an instant, the joy of reunion after a long separation, the worry about the future, the embarrassment of witchcraft... Thousands of sorrow and emotions turned into singing in his mouth.

"Pairs of sheep are lined up side by side, when will I hold hands with my sister?"

The shepherd heard it from afar, his eyes widened, his smile was as happy as a flower, and he responded happily.

"There are clouds floating in the blue sky. Who can brighten the girl's thoughts? Alas..."

Zhizhen Buddha Son sang again, "Stand on the mountain and look into the distance. The girl is my favorite girl!"

Sing and intercourse.

The Buddhist son of Zhizhen and the shepherd girl got closer and finally hugged each other.

After a brief greeting, in the joy, the Buddhist son suddenly sighed, "Sister, we may not be able to meet again in the future!"

"Why?" the shepherd's eyes widened and he asked in confusion.

"Because I have been selected as a Buddhist son in the temple! In the future, those who want to live Buddhas will no longer have seven emotions and six desires!"

"But if you become a Buddha, will you lose your human nature? How can you do this in the world?" The shepherd's shepherd could not accept such a reason.

"But the temple rules are big, and I can't violate them!"

As the Buddhist son Zhizhen talked to the shepherd girl, his eyes were already crying and his embrace was speechless.

But I didn't know, but I was seen by an invisible pair of eyes.

In the main hall of Yixin Temple, there was no smile on the Buddha statue inexplicably, and the Ming Dynasty was angry.

...

The hall is majestic, the doors and windows are closed, and the atmosphere is heavy.

A thunder roared down.

"I am bold and wise, and I am in vain to be a Buddhist son, but I have evil thoughts of love with any girl. What should I be guilty of?"

"What crime should we blame!"

"What crime should we blame!"

"What crime should we blame!"

...

The guardians and monks on the side even shouted angrily.

The Buddhist son of Zhizhen smiled sadly.

"I am in love with my sister. How can I be sinful in human nature?

If this is the case, it would be better if the living Buddha fails to succeed!”

After saying that, he folded his hands together.

Since he fell in love with his sister, he has always known his identity. However, he has long been enlightened and determined to do so in such a situation.

"Bold! The Buddha of Heavenly Life is the foundation of my ancestors and will not be abandoned.

As a Buddhist son, you dare to commit sexual acts of ward off evil spirits. Today, I will completely cut off your thoughts and eliminate yours.

Desire root!”

Above the Buddhist temple, the sound of the Golden Bell Dalu is majestic.

"No!" The Buddhist son of Zhizhen suddenly realized something and panicked.

"Namo Amitabha, the supreme Buddha of Compassion and Compassion came to the world..."

But when the monks suddenly changed their faces and they kept reciting.

The incense swayed their faces solemn, but they were so strange that there was no human emotion. They gradually became exactly like the many Buddhas behind them.

"Ah..." The face of the Buddha Zhizhen was already full of despair.

Widths of breath emerged from his head, but it was the young monk's hideous face, sealed into a blank scroll that had been prepared.

Then his face calmed down, and he had a kind face, his smile was like a sculpture, as if he had really become a Buddha.

On the second day, the Living Buddha enthronement hall was held in Yixin Temple, and countless good men and women came to worship.

The old abbot asked on the stage.

The living Buddha fell down.

The old monk asked: "If you live your life and don't kill animals, can you hold on now?"

The Living Buddha Zhizhen replied: "Can hold it!"

The old abbot asked again: "You will live your life and not steal. Can you hold on now?"

The Living Buddha Zhizhen replied again: "Can hold it!"

The old abbot asked the third time, his eyes as dark as ink and cold as indifference.

"If you live your life for the rest of your life, you will not be able to survive. Can you hold on now?"

The last struggle appeared in the face of Zhizhen Living Buddha in an instant, and then became calm and he replied in a low voice.

"Can hold it!"

...

At this time, the old abbot finally smiled and recited Amitabha Buddha.

"Living Buddha, Living Buddha!" ​​The monks and the good men and women below were already shouting wildly.

Only a shepherd girl outside the temple had already cried and tears were pouring in her sorrowful and affectionate eyes.

At this time, the young Living Buddha Zhizhen was standing on the platform, looking down at the believer. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his cold face, just like the Buddha statue behind him, with compassion and compassion.

...

"A good person becomes a Buddha! Is this the so-called orthodox religions?

This is not a living Buddha, it is clearly a living Buddha statue!”
Chapter completed!