"The bed is so warm, I feel guilty. I sleep during the day, how do you recite the Buddha's name?"

The sound was lazy, but it had an indescribable majesty.

Although the other party was the one who invaded, once the other party spoke, he felt relieved and as if the abbot was the one who had made the wrong move.

"..." I felt guilty and silent.

What's funny is that he is 70 years old, and compared with the other party, he still feels like a child pretending to be an adult.

Who is this person?!

For some reason, this sound just felt familiar, but it didn't match the voices of everyone around.

Zen Master Xinxu was inexplicably panicked. So where did he hear this sound?

His throat was a little dry and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He said, "Who are you?"

The voice was so light that he was the one who walked into the wrong Zen room.

As soon as he finished speaking, the kang was slowly shining.

Surprisingly, it was gradually seen that a golden body with obvious outline was lying lazily there, carrying a wine gourd in his hand.

Clearly lazy, clear and majestic.

The more subtle the two are when they are blended together.

I was stunned for guilt.

"I can't even recognize me? I feel guilty, you are old!" The monk's tone was relaxed.

The guilty eyes opened desperately, and the back of the hands covered with old-fashioned spots rubbed their eyes, thinking that they had read it wrong.

"You are—but how is that possible?"

It was a golden body. What's even more amazing is that he recognized this golden body when he was a child.

He unconsciously approached the golden body, his hands piously folded.

It was like he was talking about his uneasy to a friend who had been reunited for a long time.

The familiarity and awe in the tone are not inconsistent at all.

"But I have been reciting the sutras for most of my life, but I am still uneasy when I am here."

He said guiltily.

"Then what?"

Surprisingly, the golden body did not start to solve the problem or smiled like the legendary one, but instead asked this question.

Then what?

Not only did he ask this, but he even asked himself in guilt. But he couldn't answer the answer, and he looked funny and helpless with his frown.

Seeing this, Jinfan was so amused that he sat up with a sneer, crossed his legs, and he easily supported his chin and asked again.

"Then just lie down and wait for death, right? When you wake up and come to the West, how do you respond to the Buddha's questions?"

Although there was no questioning tone, as soon as this was said, he felt guilty and sweating all over his body. However, he couldn't even speak and just stood there in a daze.

My cheeks warmed up and it turned out that tears fell down.

He has never cried for many years.

This time, the crying was more like the first time I heard the Master’s words, “It doesn’t matter if you can’t understand this sutra. Senior brothers, I haven’t enlightened at your age.”

Even if the master's tone is so kind, even if he is so kind.

But is it really okay?

No, it doesn't matter!

He knew his ignorance, and faced the hollowness in his heart, and it was even more useless to forgive him. He would only feel more ridiculous and ashamed when exposed.

Anxiety guides loss and struggle at the end of life.

Did he pass away like this? No, no, he was unwilling to give up...

When I was a child, I was crying like this. No matter how worried or shouted by my junior brother, he didn't care. After skillfully shook him away, he ran to the blooming lotus pond in the back mountain.

That was the first time he met the monk who was drinking.

"Who are you?"

The boy looked at the crazy-shaped monk and asked vigilantly.

The monk laughed and took off another wine gourd from his waist.

He doesn't remember what happened after that.

After all, drinking is a small trauma that will make children lose their memories.

But he remembered the smiling face of the monk at that time, which was clearly exactly the same as the golden body in front of him!

That was at least half a century ago.

Combined with his current golden body, it is no longer necessary to express his identity as a noble monk.

"Who are you?"

Although I was guilty, I knew that this question was stupid, I still couldn't help but ask it.

"You already have the answer in your mind."

The golden body in front of him smiled indifferently and replied.

Although she still laughed, the majesty of the golden body made her kneel piously and bowed to him with a big gift that she could not afford to give up for a long time.

"Arhat, please give me some advice."

Zen Master Xinxu dared not look up.

Looking at the guilty old monk who was no longer a child under the seat, somehow, the golden body probably remembered the little things in the past, and there was almost invisible sadness floating between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Go down the mountain and go to the south to take a look."

So, he said.

"yes."

He replied piously.

Without too many explanations, the two of them had all questions and answers.

The following things were the same as everyone remembered. With simple luggage, Zen Master Xinxu explained to his junior brother Shixu a few words, then left everything in Miaoran Temple and left alone.

All the way south.

The more he left, his guilty heart was a little nervous and nervous from the beginning, revealing the confusion and sorrow he had not expected at the beginning, like a fog dissipating.

After reading scriptures on the mountain for many years, he actually realized that he was as old as himself for the first time, and did not have much in-depth contact with this world.

On the surface, people use words that are no longer popular in the past, and the truths they say seem so selfish and sleek. Although they are not used to it, in order not to show too much dissatisfaction, he can only close his heart.

But if so, then why did he go down the mountain?

Is it just a empty word for those who practice to save all living beings?

Everything that happened that night turned out to be like a illusion when I recalled.

He began to wonder if he really saw the golden body at night, or if he was just getting old and about to pass away, so he had a fantasy about the Buddha. Even the drunkenness by the lotus pond that year was like a illusion.

But he knew that the punishment was real.

Because of panic and confusion, he actually forgot that he had been walking on the road for two consecutive days and had no time to beg for alms. Naturally, he didn't eat or thirsty, and just drank a few sips of water in the kettle.

The kettles were also emptied in the morning.

So the sudden loss of consciousness is natural.

When I woke up again, it was in a farmer's house.

The reason why I woke up was because I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. In addition, there were many people quarreling fiercely, and the originally lively sound of suona disappeared.

He sorted out and walked out the door, and found out that this was the family who was holding a funeral.

According to their noisy, he realized that it was the four sons who were entangled with a house left by their mother. Because of the concern before their death, there were many arguments.

This sounds like a common contradiction in the past, and he is more familiar with it.

"Master, you're awake."

There are no big or small sounds in the distance.

With this reminder, everyone immediately looked at him.

He was so guilty that he saluted everyone. He woke up and the owner, the person who was the loudest among the noisy people, and the prestigious old man from the village, came immediately to discuss with him how to appease the family.

It seems that his appearance is useful even if he is so majestic. He is guilty and self-deprecating.

"Master! Look, it's mine to stuff the house. My little kid still needs to register for the household registration!" The owner said first, and did not forget to wink and whisper to remind him in a low voice, saying, "You are too

I saved it, Master.”
To be continued...