The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 125 Master Xiaoyin, don't you have any regrets?
Fenghuang thought, maybe he is really a bad person, a person who is completely bad.

Fenghuang will always be just a vicious supporting actress in Fengjiu's story. She has been delusional about things she shouldn't have, and harmed Fengjiu step by step. But Fengjiu is always lucky and has a halo, but she I can only hide here, suffer ruthless and endless ridicule, and suffer from the contempt of many people, but I am so bad, I can kill others in cold blood, but I never thought of killing this saint-like existence in front of me, I am sorry for many people, Absolutely can't hurt this person again, this person has been foolishly doing it for his own good from the very beginning, even now, he is also very good to himself.

Absolutely can't, can't hurt this little monk, so Fenghuang said embarrassingly: "Why does it always snow when I am sad?"

In the end, Guanshi replied solemnly: "Winter is about to pass, let's keep some memories."

"I also want to ask Buddha: Why is it a night that I don't care about when it snows?" She sat down and looked at him, and said calmly.Wearing a blue Buddhist robe, even in this night, it reveals immeasurable compassion.

Guan Shi opened his eyes, which were filled with moonlight. "Buddha said: People always miss a lot of real beauty when they are not paying attention."

Fenghuang couldn't help looking into his eyes, those sincere and clear eyes, those eyes that were completely different from Master Duyi Shangshen: "Then will it snow this winter? Actually, I hate snow the most. When it is snowing, I will think of a person. When I saw him, he was also a Buddhist disciple, but he neither meditated, recited scriptures, nor worshiped Buddha. He always wore a white robe and walked barefoot in the ice and snow. Okay, there is always a feeling of growing lotus every step of the way." How would he describe his master?Will he understand his unrequited love for Du Yi?

"I, Miss Feng Huang, may be some people who believe in Buddhism, but wine and meat have been passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is kept in an eclectic way. The thing I love, the thing I love is to help others, through thousands of mountains and rivers, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I will still miss those people who have been kind from the beginning in those years. I believe that at the beginning of human beings, nature is good , all men have a pure soul."

Maybe this is the heartfelt voice of Monk Guanshi. In this world, there are bad people who are as relentless as I, Fenghuang, and good people who have this kind of heart. It's like the extreme opposite, but there is a feeling of sympathy.

"Why don't you call yourself a poor monk, and don't call me a benefactor girl?" Fenghuang complained.

"I, the poor monk, the poor monk forgot it for a while, so I offended you, Amitabha, Amitabha." He clasped his hands solemnly, and repeatedly confessed his sins.

Feng Huang chuckled: "Master Xiaoyin, don't you have any regrets? Is there anyone you haven't met, or something you haven't accomplished? Except for your master, brother, and fellow villagers, your flowers, plants, and birds. Beast fish?"

Guan Shi was stunned for a moment, he thought about it for so long, but he never thought about what he really wanted?Isn't what I thought of saving sentient beings and world peace?However, on that night, he forgot everything, abandoned his beliefs, abandoned reincarnation, and kept thinking about what is the original intention and what drives him to save all sentient beings?

It's just that the rose that wept before the Buddha has long lost its luster.For many years, he has been recalling in her pity, the sky has let me go, the earth has let me go, and you have let go of all my shadows, never letting go of my dreams and thoughts, borrowing thousands of mountains and rivers, borrowing spring and summer In autumn and winter, I borrowed snowflakes, I can't say goodbye to you, and I can't leave you.

Where is the world?What's the matter?Besides me looking at me, which wind is not coming from you?

I have also been drunk, and I have also lingered in the mortal world.

Sober up and sober, returning to the light, how many relatives and friends have repeatedly pre-buried me among the whispers of flowers.

His memory is full of that year, the woman he met in the incense mist in the hall of chanting scriptures. The voices are all begging for someone to help you. They are the tears of compassion, and it is the tears that have become your own way. In the end, you are actually saving the world for the sake of saving one person. lost.

In that year, I was clearly a prodigal son. It was me that year, I woke up from the Buddha's voice, and began a long and silent life from then on.My name is Liyin, and I was born as a colorful lotus flower. I have been practicing Buddhism since I was a child.My master is the Supreme Heavenly Venerable. There are many Dharma appearances, one of which is the Buddha. Ordinary people seek the protection of God and Buddha for everything, which later became a kind of belief.

My master Tianzun likes to die in the mortal world the most. This is what my junior brother Duyi Shenzun said. Du Yi is a very good fairy, probably because he is really good, almost all the goddesses like him very much , of course I don’t like him personally, I hate him very much, he has to argue with me about everything, the two of us like to have debate competitions the most, we were both studying art in Kunlun Dian, I studied Buddhism, he studied Buddhism, and later he also liked Taoism, I only like the Dharma. Later, we quarreled too much, and the master would ride away from home on a Chongming bird. Every time I chased after him to ask questions, but he brought me back to teach me kindly. But Du Yi But he said that the old master came back because he was afraid of being ashamed and thrown on other people's hills, because the Dharma questions I raised were too powerful for ordinary people to answer. I went to study the Bible by myself, and I still felt that it was not my problem.

Later, I grew up slowly. I learned a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and I often went to help others with Master. Every time I saw those people live a happy life after being helped by me, I felt very special. happy.

Later, I practiced in a monastery in the mortal world. It was in LS, on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Knowing who I am, although I like studying Buddhism and listening to lectures, I always feel a little weird, because I am not free, or I don’t understand the memory of living.

He seemed to be trapped in tedious memories so that he completely ignored the tentative sadness on Feng Huang's face at this moment, the voice was lower than the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.

"Master Xiaoyin, what if you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love?"

(End of this chapter)