Hua Xi looked at his back, looked at it quietly for a while, and then raised her head, the wind gently blowing across her cheeks.

She jumped off the roof, and with a leap of her figure, she went in the opposite direction from him.

The evening breeze was slow, Hua Xi walked out of the palace, and his speed slowed down, and he walked slowly on the deserted street.

Suddenly, the sound of chanting came from nowhere, very soft, but it drifted into her ears for no reason.

Hua Xi was stunned, and then followed the sound of chanting into an alley.

In an ordinary house, Hua Xi climbed over the wall into the courtyard, raised his head, and saw a little monk in a white robe sitting on the couch by the window in a candlelit window.

Close your eyes and chant the prayers, pluck the prayer beads, and have no distractions.

Hua Xi slowly walked to the window, supported his face with one hand, and listened quietly, only to feel that his heart suddenly calmed down.

"Why do you want to visit the donor late at night?" Without opening his eyes, the little monk asked.

"The little woman has some doubts and wants to ask Master Wujiang to solve her doubts."

Wujiang opened her eyes, and the clear light of her eyes suddenly looked into her eyes.

He was stunned, then moved away, and asked indifferently, "What are your doubts?" ”

"In the Buddha's saying, there are eight sufferings in life, and the master thinks, what is the most suffering?"

Wujiang said: "I can't ask for it." ”

"It turns out that the master is also entangled in mortal hearts?" Hua Xi couldn't help but smile slightly, "I'm a mortal, and I can't avoid mortal hearts, but the master can be liberated, I just want to ask how to be liberated?" ”

Wujiang looked at her quietly for a moment, and then asked, "Who binds you?" ”

Hua Xi looked at him in a daze, no one restrained her.

Wujiang smiled and said: "In ancient times, there were monks who asked the Buddha and asked the stone: How is liberation? The stone asks rhetorically: Who binds you? The monk then asked, "How is the Pure Land?" Then the stone asked, "Who is the dirt of you?" The monk then asked, "How is Nirvana?" The stone asked: Who will live and die with you? ”

Hua Xi listened silently, and said without boundaries: "Since there is no one to restrain you, why bother looking for relief?" If there is no dirt in the body, why should you seek a pure land? There is no difference between life and death, so why look for nirvana? ”

Enlightenment, Buddha in the heart, Bodhi mirror is often seen.

If there is no concern in the heart, there is no sleep.

Hua Xi lowered his eyes and muttered, "If I were like you, not being confused by mortal hearts, how good it would be." ”

"Master said that this world was originally a mirror in the hands of the gods, and this mirror has two sides, one side is rolling red dust, gentle in the countryside, beautiful people, drunk and dreaming of death, born to be confused by the red dust in the mirror, and cannot extricate themselves."

"One day, after the god was drunk, he accidentally turned over the other side of the mirror, but saw that the original red dust was like purgatory, and the beauty became dry bones after all, and fame and fortune were all empty in the end, so he realized that he put away this mirror from then on, and no longer looked at the red dust, nor did he go to purgatory."

"Has he taken refuge in Buddhism?" Hua Xi muttered.

"Nope." Wujiang shook his head, "This mirror is a portrayal of the red dust of the world, and the lifespan of the human race is only a hundred years, so if you have fun in time and delay your cultivation, you will become the weakest race in the Six Realms." ”

"Lord Mo, the heart can't confuse you, only the red dust in the mirror can confuse you, you are in the red dust, you will be confused by the red dust, but the day you put down the mirror, the confusion will go away."

Hua Xi looked at him, he was in the red dust, and he would be confused by the red dust.

She suddenly smiled: "What kind of mirror is that?" ”

"This mirror is called Fengyue Baojian, which is the human world where you are."

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The second volume of [Treasure of the Wind and Moon] ends

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