The mirror does not like or dislike things because of their beauty or ugliness, and if they leave, the mirror does not keep the image of the object in it, and if it is in the dark, the mirror will not reflect anything. If the mirror is not sensitive, is the mind also like a mirror? ”

Hua Xi looked at him in a daze, shocked and indescribable because of his words.

Buddhists often say: Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust.

But with him, the wisdom of the Buddha was so easily broken.

He wasn't supposed to be a man in the red dust, but he was deeper than anyone else in the red dust.

In fact, there is something wrong with the Buddha, the mirror is clearly a dead thing, but it is used to compare people's hearts.

It took tens of thousands of years for the Buddha to see through all the great wisdom in the world, and he was only seventeen years old, he couldn't see through it at all, he couldn't understand it at all.

Seeing her staring blankly at herself, Wujiang lowered her head, feeling a little guilty.

If in the past, he would not have felt that there was anything wrong with his heart being like a mirror, but Master taught him that his heart was like a mirror and his body was like a Bodhi tree.

He thought he could do it, and before he met her, he also felt that he could become a Buddha.

"Do you remember when you told me about the mirror called 'Fengyue Treasure Book'?" Hua Xi whispered, "The soft red dust you see is only one side of the mirror, and the other side is ......."

"I've seen the other side of the mirror." Wujiang muttered, "In Fanyin Temple, when I saw you as a demon, I knew that the Buddha let me see the other side of Fengyue Baojian early, but I still couldn't realize it." ”

Hua Xi's dark eyes moved slightly, and said, "That's because you didn't see clearly." ”

"Then how can I see clearly?" Wujiang asked blankly.

"You see, we are now in the ghost world, where all the dead will come, people's lives are so short, birth, old age, sickness and death, everyone will come here, enter the path of reincarnation, drink Meng Po soup, and forget the past."

Hua Xi said, quietly looking at Wujiang.

"In the next life, everything in this life will be forgotten, but it is only a few hundred years, why do you need to be so attached to let yourself fall into a painful choice?"

"...... in this life" smiled self-deprecatingly, his handsome eyebrows, still so clean in the dark.

He's just lost his mind for a moment, and he'll be able to enlighten him.

"If this life is so short, why should I be separated from you? Maybe I won't meet you in the next life......" he whispered.

"Boundless!" Hua Xi stood up suddenly, "Between you and me is like separating this Lechuan River, this river will never end up, you are on the other side, I am on this bank, it will never be able to meet!" ”

"Then I'll go to your side."

"Why are you so simple!" Hua Xi said loudly, "Haven't you thought that I don't like you at all?" ”

Wujiang looked at her blankly, the expression on his face was so hasty, and in the depths of his eyes, he suddenly felt so painful......

"I don't like you!" Hua Xi gritted his teeth and said coldly and ruthlessly, "I like Chongxi, I want to be his god queen!" How do you compare to Chongxi? You're just a little monk! ”

He looked at her innocently, and his heart throbbed.

He pressed his chest, for the first time in his life, and felt so painful.

It hurts...... Hua Xi, don't say such things again......

"You're a demon......" he muttered, his mind was so simple, she was a demon, and Chongxi was a god!